#they still love each other. they still find it in them to laugh together. they lost so much but they still have each other.

[watchmegetobsessed]

THE HAPPIEST

A/N: happy birthday to our favorite boo!🎉

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: It's Harry's birthday, he is surrounded by his friends, but all he wants is to talk things out with Y/N.

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The room is full of people Harry loves and that is actually all he wished for his 31st birthday. Even though he’s been on a long.stretched break in the past year, it’s still tough to gather all his favorite people in one room, since life didn’t stop for everyone else while he was getting his well-deserved rest after such a hectic period in his life. 

With a drink in his hand he is standing by the bar of the private room of a popular cocktail place his friends recommended for the occasion. It’s spacious enough to fit over thirty people, there are plenty of seats, a private bar so they don’t have to leave the hidden bubble and even a small dance floor was fitted in one corner with a karaoke machine as well. Just the perfect spot for an amazing night. 

Taking a sip from his drink he glances over the rim of his glass and runs his gaze over the room, probably for the fiftieth time in the past hour or so. No matter how many times he tells himself to just relax and forget about it, he simply can’t. 

Though he seems happy and carefree, the people around him have no idea just how frustrating the last few days of thirty were. All because of her.

Y/N was an old friend of Harry’s, they’ve known each other from the times he was still touring with the band. Their bond formed quickly and strongly and Harry could never deny he always felt a little more than just friendship for her, but the time just never felt right. Relationships, work, moving, it felt like everything around them was urging them to stay as they were, right until a few months ago. 

Y/N was visiting Harry in London, both of them eager to spend some quality time together, but one late night talking with a bottle of wine finally blurred the line between them. A more than friendly dynamic started between them and to Harry, nothing has ever felt as right as being with Y/N.

But her last relationship ended quite terribly and she was cautious, which Harry understood and more than happily accepted. They moved slowly, though Harry could feel himself fall harder and harder with every passing day while she stayed just as prudent as in the beginning and he felt like they were out of sync. 

Then a few days ago he couldn’t hold it in any longer and brought it up. All he wanted was just a discussion and to find common ground, to figure out where they are heading, but it somehow turned into a fight. Harry was adamant, wanting to make them official and take the leap while she argued with him to just stay as they are, to which Harry questioned her what they truly were, but she couldn’t answer. 

It ended quite nastily and she just left. Later that night Harry tried to call her, but she only texted him asking for some time to think. Now it’s been two days and the no contact is slowly killing him on the inside, but he is trying his best to respect her will and just hope for the best. He’s been anticipating her arrival all evening, though part of him is not sure she’ll show up at this point. In that case that will be a rather clear message for him about where they are heading. 

Down the drain, he thinks to himself and ignores the ache in his chest at the thought of losing her, because he wouldn’t be losing his lover but a close friend as well, so that would be a double heartbreak for his birthday with a bow on top. 

“Birthday boy! You have to be the first one singing!” someone shouts at Harry and a moment later he can feel himself being dragged towards the karaoke machine. With a chuckle he lets himself get busied, hoping he would stop staring at the entrance. 

A handful of songs later Harry is behind the mic again, attempting to sing a Chappell Roan song he only heard maybe twice before, but someone else chose it for him. He is focusing on the words, laughing along with his friends when he falls out of rhythm because he can’t read the screen fast enough. 

One hand holding the mic, the other one has his drink, he is sloshing it around as he is urging his audience to join the singing. His eyes flicker up from the screen for just one split second, but his stomach immediately drops when they land on a face he’s been looking for all evening. 

Y/N is standing in the back, watching him with a soft smile that has his gut in a clench right away. 

She came.

He forgets about the lyrics, making his friends laugh which snaps him out of his shock and he returns to his performance, but now every time he looks up from the screen he is only looking at her. 

When the song is over they want to keep him for another, but he successfully slips away, but he also loses sight of her in just a minute. As discreetly as possible, he is trying to spot her in the room as he heads to the bar, but she is nowhere to be found. 

Was he just hallucinating? Where could she go so fast? 

He can barely swallow his disappointment as the bartender hands him his new drink, but before he could fall deeper into his self pity, there’s a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turns around and the warmth is instantly back in his chest.

“Happy birthday.” Y/N smiles at him shyly, as if she is not sure what to do or say. 

“Thank you,” Harry breathes, the urge to wrap his arms around her is strong, but he orders himself to stay put and not cross any boundaries. Besides, public affection was part of their argument, since Y/N didn’t want people to get the wrong idea if they saw them physically close. “I uh… I’m glad you’re here.”

Her eyes soften. 

“Me too,” she replies, barely audible. 

“Do you… want to talk? There’s a small terrace at the back, we could–”

“Maybe later. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah.” Harry nods, hiding his disappointment. He would rather settle the weird tension between them, but he doesn’t want to push her too much. 

“Harry, hey!” someone emerges from the side, popping their little bubble. He swallows his irritation and politely greets the new guests, his jaw clenches when he sees Y/N slipping away from beside him. 

At least she is here, he reminds himself. They will talk this out, he just has to be patient. 

For the next hour or so he keeps an eye on Y/N no matter how far they are from each other in the room, wanting to make sure she’s still there. With several mutual friends, Y/N quickly finds familiar faces and blends in pretty easily and though it appears she is not too bothered by their current situation, Harry often catches her looking at him as well. Every time their eyes meet he gives her a soft smile and she always returns. 

At one point Harry is finally left alone at the bar as he waits for his next drink, gaze glued to Y/N from across the room, of course. This time, she is looking back at him just as intently and he can tell her mind is racing about something he wishes to know. He is just about to make a move and get closer to her, hoping to talk to her, but she beats him. 

Surprisingly, she excuses herself from the group she’s been talking to, crossing the room heading straight towards him. His heart is hammering against his ribs, because it feels like something major is about to happen, but right when she is about to reach him a small group steps to him, engaging him in their conversation, ruining her chance of going through with whatever she had in mind. Harry panics, not wanting her to leave, so before she could escape he reaches out, gently takes her hand and pulls her into the little circle.

The touch of her skin against his palm feels heavenly and makes him want more, but he forces himself to let go. His hand falls back to his side, his skin buzzing from such a small touch and he tries to focus on the conversation because otherwise he would be staring at Y/N. 

But to his surprise, a few seconds later her hand slips back into his palm, fingers lacing together with his and she moves closer to him until she is pressed up against his arm. Harry can’t mask his astonishment as he finally looks at her, but his hand closes around hers without a second thought. They look at each other, talking without words, but they are both clear about the message.

Harry can’t hold his growing smile back, which makes her chuckle as well before she hides her face in his shoulder. A moment later Harry lets go of her hand but only so he can circle his arms around her waist and pull her in front of him, holding her tight in his embrace as they join the conversation again, the others didn’t even notice a single thing of what just went down. Y/N happily leans her back against his front, hands covering his on her stomach as their body heat becomes one. 

“Now it’s a happy birthday,” Harry whispers into her ear so only she can hear his words. She smiles, turns her head and gently kisses his lips before he adds: “The happiest.”

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[revelboo]

got a bit of a silly one for you; which bots would get a kick out of hearing or making their human laugh so hard that they gigglesnort?

I think most of them would be amused, especially if the human is a bit embarrassed. A few would just go out of their way to try and make you do it again

Messing With The Human Headcanons

Trailbreaker

• Loves to make you laugh so hard you’re giggling and your eyes are leaking. Because you’re laughing with him, not at him like everyone else. Knows they whisper about him behind his back. That he’s just the “force-field guy.” Useless unless they need his skills. Overlooked a lot of the time by everyone but Hound. Like that’s all he’s good for. But you don’t care about what he can do, just like him for him. Sure you’d had a rocky start, at odds with each more than you got along. All his fault, every mistake and short-sighted decision all him. But he likes it when you laugh. Loves that smile.

Waspinator

• Leaning over your shoulder to vent against your neck and stir your hair, he huffs and his antenna perk up. Sniffing your coffee. Like he does every morning. Sighing, you hold out the cup. “Want to try some?” And those antenna immediately flatten back to make you think that he doesn’t actually like the way your coffee smells. “Try a bit,” you insist, grinning and he twists his servos together, clearly uncomfortable as you lift it to his face, watching his mandibles pull together and fidget before he reluctantly leans forward. Still find his mouth unsettling as his mandibles spread to reveal his actual mouth and those sharp denta as he obediently takes a drink. And his wings flare out, antenna flattening back. “Good, huh?”

• Not good. Dirt water. Nasty, bitter, dirt water. Whining helplessly at you as you start laughing and point at the sink. Giving him permission to spit it out and you’re wheezing, as he spits and fumbles with the controls like he’s seen you do until he can tip his head under the faucet, get a mouthful and spit again. Why would you drink that? “Waspinator doesn’t like,” he manages, shaking his head and you’re doubled over, snorting and laughing. At him. Can’t even be annoyed with you as your amusement spills through him to warm him. Likes that happy sound even if it’s at his expense.

Brainstorm

• Irritated that you’re laughing at him, instead of impressed. “Wait-is this to impress that other guy? Do you have a bro-crush on Perceptor?” When he doesn’t answer, you crack up, snorting and giggling. And okay. It’s a tiny bit cute. Even if you’re quite possibly the most obnoxious creature he’s ever met. “You do, don’t you? You just want him to notice you. Senpai, notice me!” You’re wheezing now, eyes leaking and he’s changed his mind. There’s nothing cute about you, you’re a little pit-spawned demon sent to torment him and if you breathe a word of this to Perceptor, he’ll offline and take you with him.

Swerve

• “Stop-stop, I can’t breathe,” you gasp, smacking at his servos. Almost screaming you’re laughing so hard and now your eyes are leaking. “You’re awful.” And heads are turning along the bar to stare at you both. Probably wondering if they’re the subject of your amusement. Which is fair enough because he’s been dredging up every bit of dirt on every other crew member he can think of to keep you entertained. Turns out you enjoy gossip as much as he does, but not as much as he loves your snorting laughter and giggles.

TFP Megatron

• “You really think you can make demands?” He growls, carefully hooking a servo through your glittery harness and tugging so you stumble forward a step. Expecting you to become indignant or just angry. Not to reach and carefully remove his clawed servo, patting him.

• “You honestly think I’m the one on the leash?” You say, grinning broadly up at him as he scowls. “I’m the one that’s settling here, because let’s face it. Anger issues and no impulse control even when you’re not on drugs? You’re not exactly the Nemesis’s most eligible bachelor.” There it is, optics narrowing and sharp denta bared in a sharklike grin. “Some of those Vehicons are kind of adorable,” you add, laughing at his expression. Because no matter how much you piss him off, there’s not a thing he can do about it.

• Servos slowly clenching and unclenching, he growls, but knows you’re teasing. Even if he despises your sense of humor. And the more angry he acts, the funnier you think it is until you’re cracking up at his scowl. Little brat. Knows you’ll make it up to him later and that you at least know not to dare voice such things if anyone’s around. Really, he spoils you letting you get away with your attitude. Anyone else would be torn limb from limb, but he enjoys your laughter.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

To go with the latest Fred fic you wrote - them finding out they’re having triplets?

A/n: Fred deserved this life 👏

Fred Weasley had never known a love so consuming until he became a father. Hell he never thought he would even get a chance of this life after the Battle of Hogwarts.

But.

Standing over the cribs, watching his three tiny miracles sleep soundly, he still couldn’t believe it.

Three.

Three beautiful, perfect, red-haired babies.

His triplets.

His and your triplets.

Fred exhaled softly, his chest tightening with overwhelming love and awe. Their little faces were peaceful, their tiny hands occasionally twitching in sleep, their chests rising and falling in the most delicate rhythm.

As he reached down, gently brushing his knuckle over one of their soft little cheeks, a flood of memories came rushing back.

The day they found out had been—well—chaotic.

Fred had walked into St. Mungo’s with you, excited but nervous, absolutely ready to hear about his future child. His arm wrapped protectively around your waist. He watched as you sat down on the examination chair, watched as she applied jelly to your belly.

One child.

That’s what he’d been expecting. One. Singular. A baby.

Then, the Healer had smiled far too brightly as they examined the scan.

“Congratulations, you two! You’re having—”

A Pause.

Fred had felt his stomach drop at the pause. Why was there a pause? His smile faltering on his lips as he squeezed your hand.

The Healer had turned to you both, beaming.

“Triplets!”

Then Silence.

Fred’s brain short-circuited. A strangled sound escaping his lips.

You, who had been clutching his hand, froze completely.

Then....

“Sorry—what?” Fred had asked, blinking rapidly.

“Triplets!” the Healer repeated cheerfully, pointing at the image. “See? Three little heartbeats, all strong and healthy!” Her fingers pointing to each little blob on the screen.

Fred had made another strangled noise, his grip tightening on your hand. He could feel his knees almost buckle out from under him.

You, on the other hand, had just stared at the screen, your eyes comically wide.

“Fred,” you had whispered, your voice shockingly calm.

“Yes, love?”

“We are having three babies.”

Fred had nodded dumbly a little "hmmh" leaving his lips.

You had continued staring.

Then, suddenly, had burst into tears.

Fred had panicked instantly.

“Oh, bloody hell! love—are you okay?”

You had just nodded between sobs, gripping his hand so tightly his fingers had turned white.

“There’s three of them, Fred!” You had wailed, shaking slightly.

Fred had absolutely no idea if you were crying because you were happy, overwhelmed, or just spiraling into hormonal shock.

So naturally, he had done what any loving, supportive husband would do.

He had fainted.

Right there.

In the bloody Healer’s office.

Fred smirked to himself, watching the babies twitch in their sleep.

When he had woken up, flat on the Healer’s floor, you had been hovering over him, still crying but also laughing hysterically.

“You—you fainted?” she had choked out between sniffles.

Fred had blinked up at you, still woozy. “You cried first!”

You had snorted, wiping your eyes. “I was emotional!”

Fred had groaned, covering his face. “We are so doomed.”

And yet—here they were.

Surviving.

Thriving.

And most important of all.

Raising their three little miracles together.

Fred smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the forehead of his daughter, then his two sons.

He turned, glancing at you, who was curled up on the nearby chair, dozing lightly.

His heart swelled.

Reaching over, he brushed a stray curl from your face, his thumb tracing your cheek lovingly.

Then, looking back at their sleeping babies, he whispered, so softly it was barely audible—

“Best surprise of my life.”

[lilbabypanda-blog2]

Phainon x (fem) reader (6)

Part5 Part6

The ruins stretched endlessly before them, bathed in an eerie glow from the bioluminescent moss creeping along the stone walls. It would have been an awe-inspiring sight—if not for the fact that Y/N and Phainon were too busy laughing like idiots while Mydei trudged behind them, radiating pure done-with-this-energy.

“You should’ve seen your face earlier, Mydei!” Y/N snickered, nudging Phainon with her elbow. “When we fell through that hole, you looked like you were questioning all of your life choices!”

“I was questioning all of my life choices,” Mydei grumbled, crossing his arms. “Specifically the ones that led to me being here with you two.”

“Oh, come on,” Phainon said with a wide grin. “Admit it—you love our company!”

“Yeah, love it so much I’m considering retirement,” Mydei muttered.

Phainon and Y/N burst into laughter again, their amusement echoing through the ruins. The uneven stone path ran parallel to a flowing underground river, the water glowing faintly under the ruins’ mysterious light. It was beautiful—serene, even.

And then, disaster struck.

In her fit of laughter, Y/N took a step forward—and the moment her foot hit the slick stone, she knew she was doomed.

“Uh-oh.”

The ground betrayed her.

She slipped. Hard.

In a blind panic, she grabbed the closest thing she could—Phainon.

“Whoa—Y/N?! Wait—!”

Phainon, caught off guard, tried to steady himself, but instead, his instincts betrayed him in the stupidest way possible—he latched onto Mydei.

“Don’t you dare—!”

Too late.

Like a perfect, synchronized disaster, all three of them tumbled off the ledge, limbs flailing in every direction.

SPLASH.

The river swallowed them whole.

The first one to resurface was Y/N, coughing out water and pushing her soaked hair from her face. The water was freezing, but she barely had time to register it before—

SPLASH!

Phainon shot up next, looking far too excited for someone who had just involuntarily plunged into an underground river. “That. Was. Amazing!” He flipped his drenched white hair back like he was starring in some dramatic movie scene, completely missing the way Y/N was giving him a look that said, Seriously?

Then, much less gracefully—

SPLUTTER—COUGH—SPIT

Mydei emerged, looking like a man who had just been personally wronged by fate itself. His blonde-red hair was plastered to his forehead, his eyes narrowed into pure betrayal.

“I hate both of you,” he wheezed, wiping water from his face.

Y/N, still trying not to laugh, paddled in place. “Okay, but technically that was my fault.”

“Oh, really? Really?! I wouldn’t have noticed!” Mydei snapped, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because here I was, thinking Phainon just randomly decided to drag me into the freezing abyss for fun!”

“To be fair,” Phainon piped up, flashing an easygoing smile, “I do think this is kinda fun.”

Mydei turned slowly, glaring daggers at him. “I am this close to dunking you underwater.”

Phainon just beamed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?”

Before Mydei could act on his very real threat, Y/N clapped her hands together. “Alright, alright, enough drowning each other—let’s find a way out before we turn into icicles.”

Still grumbling, Mydei swam toward the riverbank while Phainon and Y/N followed, their soaked clothes clinging uncomfortably. The second Y/N reached the shore, she shivered, rubbing her arms. “Okay. That was not my best moment.”

Phainon, ever the sunshine of the group, turned to her with his usual bright grin. “Are you kidding? That was fantastic! You even managed to take both of us down with you! I’d call that an achievement.”

Y/N let out a snort, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah, so impressive.”

Mydei, standing a few feet away, wrung out the edge of his coat with a deep scowl. “If either of you ever grab me like that again, I’m throwing you into a pit on purpose.”

Phainon leaned over to Y/N, whispering, “He totally loves us.”

Y/N grinned. “Oh, absolutely.”

Mydei groaned. “I heard that.”

Still smiling, Y/N stretched, trying to shake off the cold. “Well, let’s see where this riverbank leads. Who knows? Maybe we just accidentally discovered something important.”

Phainon nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! See, Mydei? This wasn’t a complete disaster!”

Mydei rubbed his temples. “If I pretend you don’t exist, will you stop talking?”

“Nope!” Phainon chirped.

As they continued along the riverbank, Phainon nudged Y/N, his smile softer now. “Hey,” he said casually, though his voice held a hint of something more. “For what it’s worth… that was pretty impressive.”

Y/N tilted her head at him. “What was?”

“The way you reacted,” Phainon said, rubbing the back of his neck blushing a little. “I mean, yeah, we all fell, but you managed to keep hold of me and Mydei while thinking on your feet. That’s… pretty cool.”

Y/N gave him a lopsided smile. “Huh. Didn’t think nearly drowning was something to be proud of.”

Phainon chuckled, his face a little pink. “Well, when you do it, it somehow seems heroic.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you flirting with me right now?”

Phainon’s entire brain short-circuited. “I—uh—no! I mean, yes—I mean—WAIT, NO, THAT'S NOT—”

Y/N just smirked. “Relax, Phainon, I’m messing with you.”

“Oh. Right. Haha. Yeah.” Phainon let out a nervous laugh, his face now fully red.

Mydei, watching this entire interaction with an expression of pure pain, sighed deeply. “I swear, I am never getting dry at this rate.”

And with that, the three of them continued onward, one of them very flustered, one very amused, and one desperately wishing for peace and quiet.

After trudging along the riverbank, soaked to the bone, the trio finally stumbled upon a dry clearing nestled between the ruins. The stone walls around them provided decent shelter, and the soft glow of bioluminescent moss gave the place an eerie but peaceful ambiance.

Y/N shivered slightly as she rubbed her arms. “Alright, we desperately need a fire before we all turn into ice sculptures.”

Phainon clapped his hands together. “On it!”

Mydei gave him a flat look. “Do you even know how to make a fire?”

Phainon gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? Do I look like someone who can’t start a fire?”

“Yes,” Mydei said without hesitation.

Ignoring him, Phainon crouched down and started striking flint together. Against all odds, sparks flickered to life, catching onto the dry twigs. Within moments, a warm fire crackled before them.

Y/N sighed in relief, holding her hands up to the flames. “Nice work, Phainon.”

Phainon beamed, golden-retriever energy practically radiating off of him. “You see? I am so much more capable than you guys give me credit for!”

“Still debatable,” Mydei muttered as he unstrapped a piece of his armor and set it on a nearby rock to dry. “Ugh, this thing is soaked.”

Y/N glanced over at Phainon, noting the way his elegant coat was still dripping. “Phainon, take that off before you get sick.”

“Oh, I’m fine—”

“Nope,” Y/N cut him off, standing up. “Come on, give it here. You’re already shivering.”

Phainon opened his mouth to argue, but the moment Y/N reached for him, his brain short-circuited.

Oh no.

Oh no, she's close—

Oh no, she’s touching me.

Y/N tugged his soaked coat off his shoulders, completely unaware of how Phainon had gone completely stiff. His brain was looping at high speed.

Y/N, meanwhile, casually found a place to hang the coat up to dry, giving Phainon a satisfied nod. “There. Now you won’t freeze to death.”

Phainon just stood there, blinking rapidly.

Mydei, watching this unfold, exhaled sharply. “Unbelievable.”

Y/N turned back to Phainon, only to frown when she noticed his face had turned a suspicious shade of red.

“…Phainon, are you feeling okay?”

Phainon jolted. “Wha—? Me? Yes! Totally fine! Perfectly healthy! Never better!”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “You look feverish.”

“What? Pfft. No way. Not at all—”

Y/N suddenly placed a hand on his forehead.

Phainon died instantly.

Okay, no, he didn’t actually die, but he might as well have. His entire body locked up, face burning, because—oh stars—Y/N’s hand was warm and soft and he was definitely going to combust.

Y/N frowned. “You are warm. See? I told you to take that coat off earlier!”

“It’s—It’s probably just the fire!” Phainon squeaked. “Very warm fire! Extremely toasty!”

Y/N didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure you’re not getting sick?”

Phainon nodded so fast he probably gave himself whiplash.

Y/N hummed, unconvinced. “Hmm. Alright. But if you do start feeling dizzy, tell me.”

Phainon nodded again, but in reality, he was already dizzy. Just for entirely different reasons.

Y/N sighed, finally removing her hand. “Alright, let me check on your wound while we’re at it.”

Phainon paled. “My what?”

Y/N shot him a look. “Your arm? From earlier? The wound you brushed off like it was nothing?”

“Oh! That wound. Uh—It’s fine! Totally fine! You don’t have to—”

Too late. Y/N was already gently rolling up his sleeve to inspect the cut.

Phainon immediately forgot how to breathe.

Stars help him. He was never going to survive this mission.

Y/N carefully examined the wound. It wasn’t too deep, but it was still red and irritated from the earlier fights.

“You need to be more careful,” she chided, grabbing a fresh bandage from her pack. “Seriously, just tell me when you’re hurt next time.”

Phainon barely heard her because all his brain could focus on was:

• Y/N is touching my arm.

��� Y/N is really close.

• Her hands are so soft.

• I am about to explode.

Y/N worked quickly, wrapping the bandage snugly around his arm before tying it off. “There. All patched up.”

Then, without thinking, she reached up and ruffled his damp hair.

“You did so good today, Phainon.”

Critical hit.

Phainon.exe has stopped functioning.

His face went bright red as he sat there, absolutely paralyzed by the casual affection. Meanwhile, Y/N simply dusted her hands off, oblivious to the absolute devastation she just caused.

Mydei, watching all of this from the sidelines, dragged a hand down his face. “I cannot do this anymore.”

Y/N turned to him. “Do what?”

“Witness this pathetic excuse for a crush.”

Phainon made a strangled noise. “I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH.”

Y/N blinked. “Who has a crush?”

“NO ONE!” Phainon practically yelled, face still burning.

Y/N looked confused, but before she could question anything, something moved.

swish.

At first, none of them reacted. The movement was too fast, too quiet.

Then—

swish.

Y/N sat up, suddenly alert. “Did you see that?”

Phainon, still recovering from his near-death experience, blinked in confusion. “See what?”

CLINK.

They all turned toward the rock where Mydei had placed his armor.

It was gone.

Mydei’s eye twitched. “Where. Is. My. Armor?”

Silence.

Then—

SWOOSH.

Phainon jumped up. “THERE! Something just moved!”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the darkness. “Okay, what is that?”

A moment later—

“My food is gone,” Mydei said darkly.

Phainon clutched his remaining rations. “Oh, this is personal now.”

Then, before they could react—

Something snatched Phainon’s coat from where it was drying.

Phainon let out a gasp of pure horror. “MY COAT.”

Phainon looked personally offended. "What is it even doing with it?!”

"Probably trying to rid the world of your terrible fashion choices," Mydei muttered.

Phainon pointed dramatically. "You know what? This is war."

“Alright, alright—let’s track this thing before Phainon actually starts crying over his coat.”

Phainon sniffed dramatically. "Too late. I’m already suffering."

As they prepared to investigate, the ruins around them remained eerily silent—too silent.

Whatever was lurking nearby… was still watching them.

And it was far from done.

The ruins were eerily silent except for the faint dripping of water and the occasional whisper of wind through the cracks in the stone. The air was thick with moisture, carrying the scent of moss and damp earth. Shadows stretched unnaturally against the ancient walls, distorting the carvings that time had nearly erased.

Something was here. Watching. Waiting.

Phainon shifted uncomfortably, his usually carefree demeanor dimmed by the unsettling stillness. His white coat—gone. Mydei’s armor—vanished. And now, as they walked along the overgrown pathways, tracking whatever had taken their things, he clutched onto the one thing he had left.

His sandwich.

Y/N led the way, her sharp eyes scanning for more signs of disturbance. There were traces, subtle but present—something had moved through here recently. But it wasn’t leaving the kind of tracks a person or even an animal might. Instead, there were disturbed patches of moss, faint imprints in the damp soil, like something too light to leave proper footprints.

It was almost like chasing a ghost.

Mydei walked a few paces behind, arms crossed, his perpetual state of irritation increasing by the second. “We’re wasting time,” he muttered. “Whatever this is, it’s too fast. We should focus on finding a way back up, not chasing after—”

A rustling sound.

The three of them froze.

The leaves of a thick bush trembled, though there was no breeze.

Y/N subtly signaled for them to stay alert. Her fingers curled around her weapon, waiting, watching.

Phainon barely breathed.

Then—

SWOOSH.

A blur shot out from the bush, impossibly fast, nothing more than a streak of movement—

And then it was gone.

Silence.

The three of them remained motionless, waiting for another sign of movement.

Then, finally, Phainon exhaled. “Okay. That was weird, but—” He paused, looking down at his now empty hands.

His eyes widened in horror.

“…It stole my sandwich.”

Silence.

Y/N blinked. “Wait. Did that thing just—”

Phainon turned to her, looking absolutely betrayed.

“It stole. My sandwich.”

Mydei, to no one's surprise, was unamused. “Really? That’s what you’re concerned about right now?”

Phainon looked back at his empty hands, as if still processing the loss. “I—yes! That was my last sandwich!”

Y/N’s expression remained serious, her gaze still fixed on where the blur had vanished. “This isn’t random.”

Phainon gasped dramatically. “It feels pretty random.”

“No,” she corrected. “Think about it. It took your coat. Mydei’s armor. And now food. It’s not just stealing—it’s collecting.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes. “Collecting what?”

Y/N gestured around them. “Things it considers useful.”

Mydei frowned, crossing his arms. “So what, it’s some kind of invisible hoarder?”

Phainon suddenly gasped. “What if it’s building something?”

Y/N and Mydei turned to look at him.

“…Building what, exactly?” Mydei asked dryly.

Phainon’s eyes narrowed in deep, philosophical thought. “A… sandwich shrine?”

Mydei groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

Y/N snickered at the nonsense, while still focused on their surroundings. “We need to track it. Now that we know it’s still nearby, we might be able to corner it.”

Phainon clenched his fists dramatically. “Yes. I will retrieve my stolen food—”

“It’s not about the sandwich, Phainon.”

“It’s a little about the sandwich.”

Y/N sighed, already moving forward. Mydei, rubbing his temples, followed.

The ruins suddenly felt much more ominous.

Whatever was lurking here wasn’t just playing with them—it had a purpose.

And soon, they were going to find out exactly what it was.

[stevie-petey]

could we see what a valentine’s day between bug and steve would look like? love your writing sm!!

anon i need u to know that for some reason it never clicked in my brain that steve and bug were happy and together during valentines day ,,, like i gasped when i read this i cannot believe i didnt think about their silly lil first valentines day together </3

enjoy !

"steve?" you set your keys on his banister, the clatter of metal against granite echoes in the empty house.

all the lights are off and you frown. steve had invited you over earlier, calling you while you were catching up on some readings at home. the lazy saturday had been enjoyable and needed, but the ring of your landline always warms your chest with the knowledge of who will be on the other side.

"come over, angel."

and you did.

but steve doesnt greet you at the door like he always does. there isnt anyone to pepper kisses across your nose and cheeks and grab you with warm hands. the house is empty and you call out for steve again.

"hello?"

you saw steves car in the driveway, so you know hes home, but still the house remains quiet. frown deepening, you wander through the hall, confused as to where your boyfriend has gone.

the kitchen is a mess when you walk through it. the counter is streaked with the white powder of flour and the sink is practically overflowing with dishes stained with what you can only imagine is muddy dough.

theres a faint scent of something sweet and familiar that surrounds you. the tension in your face lessens and your lips turn up into a smile when you see a trail of scattered chocolate chips.

the oven is still warm from use and you shake your head fondly when you see globs of glitter and icing smeared all over the appliances knobs.

"oh, honey," a small laugh, fond and loving. "whatd you do to this poor kitchen?"

though steve doesnt answer, and though you dont know where he is and you cant see his face you love so effortlessly, you can feel the shift in the air when he smiles at your honey coated words.

you make your way into the living room and its there that you find a nest of pillows and blankets strewn against the floor. the long leather couch is pressed upon the wall, clearing the way for the excess of soft material and feathered pillows, and in the middle of it all is steve.

he sits on the blankets, wearing an old sweater that he stole from your closet months ago, looking soft and inviting and endearing as he holds up a tray of what you can only imagine are cookies. theyre misshapen and inconsistent in size and covered in glitter and too much icing and youre so infatuatedly in love.

"hi, angel." steves face is red from the heat of the oven and from the heat of your love and his honeyed eyes watch as you slowly sit in front of him.

"and what are these?" you giggle slightly, pointing at the tray he holds.

"world famous y/n henderson cookies, obviously." steve grabs one, brings it to your lips and presses against them gently. "want a bite?"

your lips open and the sweet tart of chocolate and raisins coat your tongue. the cookie is still warm, soft and gooey and tasting of home.

"im impressed, harrington." you say between bites. steve continues to feed you, gazing at you lovingly as he does so, tender and soft and lovely. "i can hardly taste the pound of icing youve drenched my recipe in."

the deep chuckle that arises from his chest sets your skin on fire.

"why dont you take a look at the icing, dummy."

you look at steve curiously, and he nods his head down at the cookies. his eyes are eager, anticipating something from you. taking a final bite, you look down.

be my valentine?

the writing is hard to read and the icing drips obscenely down the sides of the cookies each letter is written on and theres so much glitter that you almost cant see the words before you.

but you do.

and a startled, love sick laugh tumbles from your throat and into the air. "oh my god."

"a work of art, dont you think?" steve is smiling so wide that his cheeks are tinged pink. "i mean, i really think i outdid myself with this one."

"youre-" you have to bite your lip, smiling too much to even speak.

"im...?" steve leans close, tongue poking his cheek as his own excessive smile overtakes his body. "really hoping you say 'valentine' here."

you hiccup a laugh, tears in your eyes and body saturated and in love. "of course youre my valentine, honey."

"thank god," steve pops a cookie into his mouth, chewing loud and crudely like a teenage boy. "otherwise i bought all this glitter for nothing-"

he only has mere seconds to put down the tray of cookies before your lips are on his. sugar laces the kiss. hands clutch steves sweater as you pull him in closer and closer and closer.

"i love you," he sighs against your mouth, and youre drowning again.

"i love you too," and still he isnt close enough, but you have all night.

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[justasecretflower]

HI HI HIIII! I absolutely loved your SDV Sam Head-cannons and was wondering if we could get some more for Sebastian 🪻

🪻sdv; Sebastian hcs

A/n- hiiiii!!! Ty for the request ofc I can <:

General, friends, crushing, relationship.

⤷ General

💜his mom doesn’t know that he smokes, not because he’s trying to hide it because she’s super oblivious. He doesn’t care if his mom finds out either.

💜speaking of cigarettes. He buys them from a gas station close to pelican town. It’s his little every other week escape.

💜he’s not into shooting games. He never was even when he was younger.

💜has gages.

💜has a tattoo of a spider behind his ear.

💜was coddled by his mom when he was younger. Total mommas boy, so after Maru came into the picture and he got the slightest taste of having a sibling he wasn’t used to it. Didn’t like Maru, still doesn’t.

💜will eat pizza rolls cold.

💜doesn’t know how to gift give lol. Sucks at it during gift exchange time.

⤷ Friends

💜he doesn’t have many friends so he cherishes you.

💜his mom often tells him to go places with you. Because she’s so happy he has some friends to spend his time with.

💜doesn’t like crazy hangouts. Just playing video games together or going on a walk is an okay hang out for him

💜 if you smoke, he’ll share a cigarette with you only if you’re close

💜he doesn’t speak much so your hangouts are mainly you talking or comfortable silence

💜sending each other video game recs :)

💜is terribly awkward around parents

⤷ Dating

💜if you have a thing for hands, you’re in luck, if he finds out, you’re screwed. Suddenly he’s gripping your thighs a little tighter so his veins can show better and his black nail polish looks more shiny..

💜on the flip side, he also thinks you liking his hands is kinda funny, and teases you for it.

💜you guys smoke a lot. Not cigarettes mostly 🍃 and those sessions go crazy, he’s most talkative and clingy when he’s high. You smell him all up close and personal with his lips trailing the back of your neck while he yaps about whatever.

💜actually likes domestic life. Feeds your chickens, waters the indoor plants, and learns to make bomb food.

💜(marriage hc) I think there’s a line of dialogue from Abigail saying something along the lines of you guys getting married keeps him from going to the city that he dreamed about. If that ever made you feel guilty after she said that, Sebastian picks up on it, and assures you everywhere you go he goes, and he’s content with that.

💜he never went to a concert before. I don’t care. He’s such a small, midwestern emo type guy. Because there’s literally nothing in pelican town. He’s never been to an actual big concert with confetti and stuff, so when you guys went to a real concert as a date he got so worked up from the excitement he just grabbed your collar and kissed you. That’s the only time he’s ever been super bold like that.

💜NOT THAT DRY!! He occasionally throws in brain rot language to make you laugh throughout the day, and it’s funny given his sarcastic and otherwise semi dry texting patterns.

💜his mother adores you. Whenever you argue you go straight to her.

💜Maru is also close with you. But Sebastian doesn’t really like that all too much.

Credits- I got the artwork I used from Pinterest, in which they don’t have the creators names, so I switched out the artwork for some random pictures I found. <3 ty random person in my comments that told me I needed to tag the creators I appreciate you

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Yo I am back from the dead (Tawjihi) I am starving for your headcanons/analysis

Drop the Kojiro and/or Ryusei goods, Jojo

Welcome back!!!! Here are some hc's involving both of them!

Ryusei has a very infectious laugh, Kojiro will sometimes crack a smile when he hears it

They had sleepovers together a lot while growing up

Ryusei is actually good at hairdressing, he used to play with his mother's hair a lot as a kid and she taught him a lot. He helped Kojiro out with his hair a few times too.  (Chifuyu refuses to ever trust him again though)

Kojiro likes Ryusei's food best

Ryusei gets a lot of confession letters while in school, Kojiro gets none because he barely attends (and when he does everyones scared of him). 

Both of them will give Chifuyu weird nicknames just to annoy him

Kojiro flinches often but always plays it off or denies it

Ryusei actually tries really hard during school and puts the work in but he pretends he doesn't 

Ryusei never stops calling Peke J by the name Ronaldinho

Kojiro likes playing games a lot but get's very competitive with them

Both Ryusei and his mum are into fashion, they go on shopping trips together 

Ryusei's eye mask is actually a gift from Kojiro, he got it for him when he noticed how often Ryusei slept in weird places.

Speaking of that habit, Ryusei learnt to sleep in weird places because he'd sometimes sleep outside or in their hideout with Kojiro when Kojiro didn't want to go home. 

Ryusei is scared of dogs because he was bitten by one as a kid. Kojiro isn't scared of them but is a bit wary around dogs. 

They tend to turn up late when being told to go somewhere (they mess around a lot on the way)

Kojiro likes football and is good at playing it too

Ryusei has kicked a football and hit Chifuyu in the face at least once

Kojiro wasn't sure what to think when his brother went to juvie, he was kinda relieved but then felt guilty because of how much he still loves and respects his brother. Ryusei was thrilled he was gone. 

Ryusei's mum was basically like a second mother to Kojiro growing up, he adored her.

Kojiro laughs when he's nervous sometimes, tries to make it seem like he's confident. Ryusei is the only one who can see through this facade.

Green is Kojiro's favourite colour, while Ryusei's is orange. 

Kojiro has a few scars on his hands from where he was learning to use his knife and practising with it (Ryusei used to bandage his wounds for him).

Kojiro hates scared people and people who cry (part of this is self loathing)

They were both very excited to get their tattoos and went together (they were both pretty nervous too)

Kojiro finds it easier to sleep when Ryusei is with him

And finally, most of their happiest memories involve each other

[mejaemin]

in tune - kim sunoo

day two of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 0.8k

summary: you have one final surprise gift for sunoo on valentine’s day, and when you find out he has the same exact one for you, you realize that you guys really are the same ♡

warnings: crying (its happy tears tho !!), fluff, not much else!

an: idk why but he feels so ooc in this… i’m so sorry !!! i’m really not doing my job as #1 engene am i… i promise i’ll make it up to you all !!! enjoy my enhypen debut !!!

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you and sunoo are sitting together on your bed, cross legged in your matching pajamas and face masks. it was a very long day, full of dates, valentine’s celebrations, and love in more ways than one. you’re simply leaning against the headboard, your hands intertwined while you watch a drama on the tv. he’s sitting there, laughing along at whatever’s occurring in the scene when you reach for the remote, pausing it.

immediately he’s shooting up as well, turning to you and complaining about why in the world you would do that, but you just smile, gently shushing him. the whole time you were supposed to be watching the tv with him, you were thinking about your final valentine’s day present to him. it felt the most special of them all, and so you waited for the end of the day to share it.

“sorry, but i have one more thing for you.” you say, turning away to reach in the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pink envelope, sealed with a red heart sticker.

you hand it over to him, and his jaw is on the floor, his sanrio printed face mask falling off in the process. rather than trying to put it back on he rips it off his face, crumbling it up and throwing it into your mini garbage can from where he’s sitting.

he puts the letter down in his lap, finally closing his lips with a smile. “that’s actually really crazy, because…” he pauses, turning behind him to look through his bag, pulling out an envelope of his own, white with a pink heart sticker.

you take it from him, heart warm and cheeks pink. “you wrote me a letter too..?” there’s a pout on your lips and you haven’t even read it yet, but he nods, bringing you in with one arm to kiss it away.

“of course i did, baby. how else should i tell you how special you are?” he gestures to the envelope in your lap before turning to his own, pulling it open as gently as possible.

you do the same, pulling out the piece of paper inside. it’s pink, and sunoo’s words of love were written in colored ink. he starts it off with a thank you, telling you how happy is to spend the holiday with you, promising to make sure that you feel nothing short of loved today and forever. he then begins talking about his love for you and his favorite moments by your side, his words turning form a letter to more of a rant with the way he goes on and on. you can imagine him sitting on his bed while writing, kicking his feet while getting sidetracked talking about how much he loves you. it’s quite flattering, truthfully. at the end of the letter, he ends it with yet another thank you and a promise to be with you forever, signed with his full name.

by the end of the letter, you’d started crying, and you kept the paper at a distance to avoid ruining it. your boyfriend is truly the sweetest, having such a way of words, even if they end up not making sense, never failing to make you feel like the entire world. anyone who sees the two of you can tell how perfect of a pair you are, and if the fact that you tried surprising each other with the same thing doesn’t prove that than what will?

you toss your own mask, tears still falling as you turn to see sunoo finishing his letter. he looks up at you, teary eyed as well before pulling you back down onto the bed in his arms. with little bits of praise he peppers kisses all over your face, thanking you with everything in him for gifting him something so precious. your letter was a little more structured and poetic than his, wanting nothing but the most perfectly crafted words to leave your glitter gel pen. clearly, all your efforts worked as he holds you impossibly close, sniffling in your shoulder while thanking you and praising you through sobs of happiness.

“oh my god, thank you so much love, that was so beautiful, i love you so much..” he pulls back and you wipe his tears for him, leaning down to press a kiss to his plump lips, whispering a gently ‘happy valentine’s day’ to him.

“leave it to us to try and surprise each other the same way, right?” you giggle, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

he nods, reaching for the letter to fold it back up and put it away with utmost care. you’re doing the same thing, and when you catch yourselves, another laugh is shared.

“we’re just that in tune, hm?” he pulls your comforter over your bodies, leaning into you with a kiss on your forehead before truly, officially ending the day together.

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[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 32

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton, Coparenting Jay Halstead x Reader

Mouse asks you a question that is years in the making

Warnings: just a smidgen of sex 🤷‍♀️

You groaned as you rolled over, the sound of your alarm blaring through the room. Mouse reached over you, slapping the button on top of it before you had to move. “Thank you” you mumbled and he laughed lightly, lips finding the bend of your neck “Doesn’t mean you can go back to sleep love. Gotta take Addy to daycare, we both have work. You and Hailey both have doctor’s appointments this afternoon” 

You looked over your shoulder at him and he grinned before you said “You know you’re really sexy to be a daily planner” he shook his head “I should be used to what comes out of your mouth by now” you nodded “You really should” he laughed and leaned closer to brush his lips against yours in a gentle kiss “I love you” he whispered against your mouth “I love you too” you replied, snuggling back into his arms. One good thing had come out of the last few months, you had finally gotten back used to waking up in his arms every morning and falling asleep in his arms every night again. For so long you thought you wouldn’t get that again. At least the doctor’s appointment you and Hailey had should be the two of you receiving your walking papers. You were already back on full duty at work, Nat was just wanting to be one hundred percent certain everything had healed like it should so you both had full body scans scheduled.

“Jay and Hailey have little Miss tonight” you reminded him and he nodded “I know. Kind of help with the scheduling too there sweetheart” you grinned “I apologize Mou. I forget” he laughed “Well don’t next time. You know Mou and daddy got everything down pretty well actually” he shook your head with a laugh “I have to admit you two are actually pretty good at the whole co parenting thing too, for you to technically just be her mom’s boyfriend” he scrunched his nose up “That word feels like it falls short for us” “What? Boyfriend?” you asked and he nodded “We’ve been through a lot more than most people that call each other boyfriend and girlfriend don’t you think?” you shrugged “Guess so but without us being married there isn’t really any other titles there baby” 

Before either of you could say anything you could hear Addy’s voice and instead of calling for just Mommy she’d gotten in the habit of calling for Mommy and Mou once she caught onto the fact that Mommy still got her dressed and ready but for a few weeks there Mou was the one picking her up for Mommy. “Sounds like the boss is up” you said and he laughed “You sound like Kenny now love” and tossed the blanket off you both, grabbing the sweatpants he kept next to the bed to throw on over his boxers as you swung your legs off the bed and walked around it to meet him at the foot of the bed. 

You had to laugh at the reminder that Mouse’s team held your daughter in such high regards and to think at first you’d been nervous about her meeting them. Now? She had intelligence and a marshal team wrapped around her little finger, along with fifty one and half of med. He cut his eyes at you and nodded towards the door “Come on Miss Kidd. Miss Halstead is gonna get grumpy if she has to wait”

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Addy was standing up in her crib and grinning when you two walked into her room “Mou! Pick me up!” you  laughed “Mommy can pick you up again baby” she shook her head “Mou can” you cut your eyes at him when he was leaning against the doorway, a grin on his face “Go ahead then Mou” he winked at you and walked over to the crib to scoop her up. “Good morning sweet girl” it wouldn’t be long before she’d need a toddler bed. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck “Mornin Mou. Love you” you could see the grin before it ever even split his face “I love you too Ads, so much”  you knew he meant it too, even before he got home, before you and him found your way back together he never wished ill towards her or your pregnancy. She’d owned a piece of his heart from the start it seemed too, maybe because of how much he loved you and how much Jay meant to him, regardless of the circumstances.

“Well does Mommy get any love or is she chopped liver?” you asked and Mouse grinned at Addy “Uh oh. Mommy needs love. Kiss attack?” she giggled and nodded “Kiss attack” Mouse grabbed your arm and pulled you towards them, both of them kissing everywhere on your face and head they could reach while you playfully tried to get away laughing the entire time.

“Ok ok. I’m loved! I’m loved” you laughed and Mouse stepped back, Addy dangling from his neck, grinning at you. “You sure love?” he asked and you nodded “I’m sure. Can I get her dressed now?” he shrugged “Sure” and passed her over “I’ll start coffee and get her breakfast” “Waffles?” she asked and he laughed “I’ll see what we got” before walking out of the room. She had him wrapped around her little finger just as much as she had Jay wrapped around her little finger. “Mou is silly” you told her and she laughed “I love Mou” you grinned “I do too, he’s still silly” she laughed and nodded “He is”

After you dropped Addy off at daycare you headed into work. Mouse followed you to the daycare at Addy’s request because “Her friends needed to meet Mou” he had thoroughly loved that.

When you got in Trudy cut her eyes up when you walked by the front desk “Don’t you have a doctor’s appointment today?” you shrugged “After lunch” she nodded “Ok, just making sure” you grinned “Don’t worry believe it or not I have been a decent patient. You can ask Nat”

You headed for the stairs, stopping at the palm scanner before heading up. As soon as you got to the top of the stairs you cut your eyes at the board and saw it was empty, that was good at least. It meant so far no case had come in yet. Of course the day was still in its infancy so that wasn’t saying a lot.

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“My wife!” you cut your eyes over at Hailey about the time she tossed a box at you. You caught it and raised an eyebrow “What’s this?” “Open it” she told you so you nodded “Let me put my bag down” You sat your bag, jacket and coffee down on your desk then opened the box. It was a leather bracelet cuff that had yours and her badge numbers on it. You looked up at her and she held up her right wrist to show hers “Replaces the ones we lost” you grinned “I fucking love it” and pulled it out the box before slipping it onto your wrist. Jay looked up from his phone and shook his head “and this is why I told Mouse I’m just the side piece”

You cut your eyes at him with a wink “We all love a man that knows his place Jay” and he shook his head “You better be glad I love you and you’re the mother of my child” you grinned “I am dear” Hank stepped to the door of his office and tapped the board “We caught a case. Bank robbery. Gear up. We roll in five” you looked at Kevin who nodded “Let’s go Kidd” you grinned “Let’s get it Kev”

You and Hailey hadn’t wanted to leave for your doctor’s appointment but Hank insisted saying that there was no lead at the moment in the bank robbery and the chances that anything big would pop off while you two were gone was pretty slim.

You sat next to Hailey in the waiting room, fidgeting with your crescent ring. “Greg said he doesn’t like being called my boyfriend” she cut her eyes at you “So what are you supposed to call him? You’re not engaged or married” you waved a hand “My point! And the conversation we were having at that moment I was just saying that him and Jay were good co parents considering that he was technically just the child’s mother’s boyfriend” she nodded “I don’t get offended when I get called Addy’s dad’s girlfriend” you shrugged “I don’t know”

About that time the tech stepped to the door and called you both back knowing if any way possible you wanted to stay together. 

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“So, what’s the verdict doc?” you asked Nat when she walked into the room. She smiled “The verdict is that you two healed beautifully” you grinned “Nice to know. So we’re all cleared, right?” She nodded “Yes Detective Kidd. You’re all clear” you winked at Hailey “In that case, let's get back to work” Nat shook her head “I swear you two are just as stubborn as Jay and Will”

You shrugged “God help the world when Addy gets a little bigger than cause she had mine and Jay’s temperament mixed”

You just wanted to put the whole damn day behind you. You and Hailey made it back to the precinct by two. A tip came in around two thirty by three the fucking ivory tower was snatching the case out from under intelligence and handing it to major crimes. They would fumble it and you knew it would be back on all of your doorsteps by monday. Not like those blowhards would listen to logic though, not like your unit could wrap it up before then.  Yeah, fuck them.

You walked down to the parking lot with Jay, Hailey and Kev. Jay and Hailey were on their way to daycare to pick up Addy and Kev apparently had a date from the sounds of it “What about you Kidd, what are you up to tonight?” Jay cut his eyes at you with a smirk and you rolled your eyes “I am going to sleep in tomorrow morning since my daughter will be with her amazing father and my beautiful wifey”

He shook his head “Suck up” you grinned “It’s true. I always sleep in on Saturdays if you have her” he grinned “Nice to know I’m good for something” you nodded “Yes you are. You make pretty babies and allow me to sleep in every other saturday” Kevin shook his head “Give em hell Y/N. See yall folks later”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek before he bumped Jay’s shoulder and winked at Hailey. Once Kevin walked away you motioned to your jeep “With that I’m headed home. If you two or Addy need anything feel free to call. Love you” Hailey grinned “Love you!”

When Mouse got home he let himself in. “Sweetheart?” he called out but there was no answer. Your jeep was parked out front. Where were you? He locked the door and headed further into the apartment. When he pushed the bedroom door open he found you curled up in the center of the bed fast asleep, from the looks of it you’d barely gotten your boots and jacket off before you crashed. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.

He slipped his own jacket and boots off and slipped into the bed before you, slipping his arm around your waist. A smile slipped onto his face when you wiggled back against his chest then settled again once you were close to him. Yeah life could be so much worse than it currently was.

You’d meant to just lay across the bed for a few minutes but the next thing you realized it was a little after seven and Mouse was curled up behind you. “Baby?” you whispered, turning to face him. His eyes slowly opened, a smile slipping onto his face “What time is it?” “A little after seven”

“We have dinner reservations at seven forty” you raised an eyebrow “We do?” he nodded “Yup” “And why didn’t you tell me?” you asked and he laughed “It was a surprise” you shook your head “I love you Greg” he smiled “I love you too. Let’s get ready. I don’t want to be late”

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“Are you sure I look ok?” you asked Mouse for probably the hundredth time. You were wearing a simple outfit. Jeans, a nice top and your favorite boots. He let his eyes trail down your body “Look amazing to me” you rolled your eyes “Why do me or Hailey ever bother asking you and Jay how we look? You two are hopeless!”

He grinned “Sorry?” you shook your head, “Don’t be. I love you anyways” and followed him out to his truck. He opened the passenger side door for you and you grinned “What a gentleman” before he walked around to get in the driver’s side. You weren’t sure where you were going for dinner but he seemed excited.

When you pulled up to the waterfront you cut your eyes at him “Dinner reservation?” he grinned “Well dinner set up” you nodded as killed the engine then walked around to open the door for you and offered you his hand. You laced your fingers with his and smiled “Greg Gerwitz did you set up a picnic for us?” he shrugged “I may have had some assistance” you shook your head “Why are you so sweet to me?”

He shrugged one shoulder “Love of my life, my actual soul mate. The woman meant for me?” you felt your entire body warm at his words “I love you” he smiled “I love you too. Did I mention it’s also a full moon?” your eyes widened “A full moon, waterfront picnic? You are a little too perfect Gerwitz”

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After the two of you ate you were talking and his phone chimed. When he checked it you raised an eyebrow “What is going on?” he shook his head “Nothing” but the glint in his eyes and grin on your face told you something was.

He slipped his hand back into the picnic basket then stood to walk around the table you two were sitting at. You watched him curiously and your eyes widened when he got in front of you and got down on one knee before taking your left hand. He pulled up the box he’d had hidden in his hand “Y/N Kidd, You are the love of my life. My other half. My soul mate. The one woman I know without a shadow of a doubt that I was put on this earth to love. From the moment I laid eyes on you when you came barreling into me and Jay threatening to kill Adam over your broken coffee mug I felt it. There has never been anyone like you and there will never be anyone like you. You breathed life back into me when I was just existing.  Even when we drifted apart my heart, my very soul knew who they belonged to and led me home to you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You nodded, tears choking you to the point you weren’t sure your voice would work “Yes Greg” you managed and he smiled “Yes?” “Yes!” you repeated. He opened the box and you gasped. He kept his promise. It matched Stella’s engagement ring, the only difference was hers was yellow gold and this one was white gold, just like your crescent rings. “Greg” you whispered as he slipped the ring on your finger “Me and Kelly promised you two  years ago, they’d match” you nearly dove into his arms to crash your lips against his. He held you close, mouth moving against yours until you heard a loud whistle that you recognised anywhere. You pulled back from him and looked up to see Stella and Kelly walking towards the two of you, both of them grinning.

You looked back at Mouse “Your phone going off was those two being in position wasn’t it?” he shrugged “Had to get you photos didn’t I?” you shook your head “Have I mentioned I love you Greg” he grinned “Not in the last five seconds so I’ll take it” 

Stella laughed “Well let me see. I mean I helped shop for it but I want to see it on” you looked at Mouse, considering you were still halfway in his lap and held your hand out to Stella, she let out a low whistle and looked from Mouse to Kelly “I’ll be damned little sister we finally wrangled them both down”

Kelly shook his head “Sweetheart I think I speak for us both when I say you two have had us wrangled for years” Mouse grinned “He’s really not wrong”

Mouse’s mouth moved across your neck, kissing every inch of skin he could get access to. You gasped when his hips snapped into yours, hitting that spot deep inside of you as his fingers rubbed tight circles onto your clit “Fuck baby, right there” you moaned as you felt that building pressure burst as your orgasm hit you.

He buried his face in the bend of your neck, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he chased his own end. “Let me feel you baby” you moaned, nails digging into his back. The moment you two had gotten home from celebrating with Stella and Kelly you fell into your own celebration. You couldn’t get enough of his hands on your body, even worse than usual and considering you always craved his touch that was saying something.

He buried himself inside of you with a final roll of his hips and you felt when he came, the feeling somehow pushing you over that edge again, making your legs shake around his waist. He nipped at your neck before pushing himself up on his forearms to be able to look at you, the smile on his face made your heart flip “You’re so damn beautiful” you laughed, moaning lightly when it caused you to clench down on his cock that was still buried inside of you “You’re still in me Greg, not sure if you can be impartial”

He pulled out gently, kissing you softly as he did so “You’ve always been beautiful to me” you smiled as he kissed the tip of your nose “I’m gonna get a rag to clean you up and get you a water” you nodded “Ok love”

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After you were both cleaned up and you’d drank enough water to please him, Mouse slid into bed next to you and you curled up on his chest, fingers playing with your engagement ring. He noticed what you were doing and a smile slipped onto his face. “Y/N Gerwitz?” you grinned “I like the sound of it. I’ll still have to use Kidd at work or hyphenate like Stel” he shrugged “I don’t mind as long as you’re my wife. My wife” he stared at you for a moment then a broad grin slipped onto his face “I’m not your boyfriend anymore sweetheart, I’m your fiance now” you shook your head “Guess you figured out a way to get rid of that title after all huh?” he nodded “Guess I did”

You pulled him into a kiss “Well come wrap your arms around your finance so she can get some sleep” the smile he gave you was one of the most gorgeous sights you’d ever seen before he said “Yes ma’am” and wrapped you up in his arms.

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...uncovers the shifting tension between best friends

angst! unrequited love? committment issues. friends to lovers. unresolved.

A quiet, dimly lit room. The soft hum of the record player fills the air, a familiar comfort in the stillness. The flicker of candlelight dances on the walls, casting fleeting shadows as the song begins.

Despite yourself, you glance at him.

You remember the first time you met Matt, how his laugh had a way of filling up the empty spaces in the room, the way he would lose track of time talking about everything and nothing at all. It felt easy back then. Effortless, even. The kind of friendship that seemed like it would last forever, no matter what.

But here, in this room, it’s different. The record spins on, a quiet rhythm filling the gaps where words have failed. You can feel the weight of everything that’s changed, the unspoken things hanging in the air like the scent of burning candles.

You had always assumed that this would be different. That the connection between the two of you, years of friendship and laughter, would somehow make it easier when things began to shift. But as Matt’s hand finds yours, you feel the weight of the years, the moments you both let slip by without addressing them. The silence between you has grown, and the tension in the air feels heavier than the music playing.

When the moon begins to hide It's not over

You both used to stay up late, him sneaking into your room through the window only under the gaze of the man in the moon. The world outside was forgotten. The moon would rise and set, and the world felt like it was on pause just for the two of you. He would hold you as you talked until the sun came up.

Sometimes you would just sit in silence, just listening to the murmur of the city or the gentle crackle of a record. You can still feel the warmth of those moments, the comfort in knowing he was always just a phone call away. Your best friend.

Your best friend who you began to fall in love with. With his charm. With the ocean blue of his eyes. With his big heart. With the subtle hums of his voice as he spoke to you in the dark. With his courage. With his breath on your shoulder. With his soul.

You had spent years together, talking, laughing, falling into the easy rhythm of being in each other’s orbit. It was supposed to be unbreakable, wasn’t it?

But now, as the song fills the space between you, you feel the distance. It’s subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it’s there. This quiet uncertainty that neither of you can quite shake off. Matt has always been there for you, but something has changed. You can feel it in the way he looks at you, in the way his hand slips from your grip a little too easily.

And the window turnin’ light Does not mean goodbye

It’s easy to confuse the shifts in the air, the way things start to feel different. The light changes, and you think it’s goodbye. You think it’s the end. But it’s never as simple as that. The world doesn’t just turn on a dime. There are always small moments. Small shifts that pull you apart slowly, until the space between you becomes something you can no longer ignore.

Is there still a magnet between you? Is it pulling you together? Pushing you apart?

Matt used to be your constant, but now, the light feels different. The window, the walls, it all feels like it’s pushing you both toward something you’re not sure you want to face. But you stay together in this moment. The uncertainty lingers, and you teeter on your feet as you both sway to the music.

And, too, when candles burn out And the record is faded down I know you've got people to turn to

You’ve seen it before. After everything started to shift, after the things unsaid became louder, Matt began to turn to other people. He would be there for you, yes, but it wasn’t the same anymore. When the candles burned out, when the quiet moments turned into silence, he found other people to turn to. Guys who he could share a quick laugh with. Girls who he could fuck and not look in the eye. People who weren’t tangled in the same history, people who didn’t carry the same weight of what you shared. You try not to think about it, but it lingers in your mind, a silent question that sits in the back of your throat.

It’s not that he’s not there for you. It’s just that, sometimes, it feels like he’s looking for something else in someone else. And you can’t help but wonder if he’s been doing that all along.

What is it that's keeping one foot out And the other crawling in bed?

You both dance, slowly, but you feel the space between you growing. There’s something holding him back, and you don’t know if it’s fear, if it’s doubt, or if it’s something you did. You wonder if it’s always been this way—if he’s always kept one foot out, never fully committing, never fully letting himself fall in. And the weight of it hits you, hard. The hesitation isn’t new, but now it feels more real.

And what is it that's keeping you alone And leaving after we slow dance?

The quiet of the room makes everything feel amplified. You notice the way he glances away when your eyes meet, how his smile seems to linger for a moment too long, how it masks the gaze that always fades into something uncertain. You wonder why he’s always the one to leave first—why after every moment of closeness, he’s the one to step away.

You wonder if he’s ever really been there, or if you’ve always been a safe place for him, a place to turn to when things got hard, when other people didn’t quite understand. Maybe he never really wanted you, not the way you wanted him. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why he always found someone else to fill the void after.

The instrumental break in the track transforms your anxious thoughts into bittersweet memories which now melt into your tongue.

It was a summer night, just the two of you, lying on the roof of your house, staring up at the stars. The world felt impossibly big, but you didn’t care. You were wrapped in the warmth of the moment, of each other’s presence.

Matt turned to you, his voice soft but earnest. “You ever wonder if we’ll still be doing this when we’re older?”

You laughed, the sound light and free, like the air itself was laughing with you. “Of course we will. Why wouldn’t we?”

He shrugged, the edges of his smile curling up. “I dunno. I guess everything changes, right? Nothing stays the same forever.”

You looked at him then, eyes soft in the moonlight. “Some things don’t have to change. Some things just… stay.”

He didn’t answer right away, and in that silence, you both knew exactly what you meant. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice almost a whisper. “I hope that’s true.”

And we fall back in routine It can't be over

You return to the same rhythm, but it’s not the same. It’s not as easy as it used to be. The silence between you is filled with the weight of his unasked questions, your unspoken fears. You both fall into the same routine, the same dance, but this time it feels like you’re both trying to make it work because you don’t know how to let go. But it’s hard. You feel him pulling away, and you’re not sure if it’s because of something you did, or if it’s just that you’ve both outgrown each other.

Is this closeness what it feels like to be in love? Or was it just a slow dance?

There was a time when you thought everything would stay the same—that nothing could change. You remember everything—the way his voice sounded when he said your name, the way his hand felt when it brushed against yours. You used to know him like the back of your hand, used to understand the quiet spaces between his words. But now, it feels like he’s someone else, someone you don’t quite recognise.

And I remember everything You used to know her

Matt watches the flicker of the candlelight, the shadows on the walls. He feels it—the weight of the years, the things unsaid. He remembers when everything with you was effortless. Back then, he never had to think about it. He just knew you, every part of you—the way you smiled when you were excited, the way you’d pause before speaking like you were choosing every word carefully.

Back then, it was simple. He could fall asleep next to you and not think about what it meant, just let the hours slip away, your laughter filling the silence.

But now, it’s different. The distance between you two is hard to ignore, even if you never say anything about it. He remembers when you used to call him at three in the morning, just to talk about everything and nothing. It was always you who kept him grounded, kept him from drifting too far. But now… now, things are shifting, and he feels himself pulling away, though he doesn’t want to.

He can’t help but wonder when it all started to change. When did he stop feeling like he could just be with you, and start feeling like maybe he wasn’t enough? Was it when you started wanting more, wanting things he wasn’t sure he could give? Or was it when he realised that maybe, just maybe, you deserved someone who could give you everything you needed?

It hurts, thinking of it all. It’s like he’s losing something that was once his, and he can’t tell if he’s afraid of losing you, or afraid of what that loss would mean for him.

I could trace it all the way back I could trace it all the way back

You could trace everything back to the first time you felt the shift—when the moments that used to be just friendship started to feel like something more. You remember the hesitation, the doubt that lingered even then. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it was just too hard to admit.

The trace of his fingertips over your waist. Until they ghosted your lips.

One shift and you’re both on unsteady ground forevermore.

And, too, when candles burn out And the record is faded down I know you've got people to turn to

The song winds down, and the candle flickers, the room growing darker with each passing moment. The weight of everything that’s unsaid hangs in the air. And yet, despite the quiet and the uncertainty, you can’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, there’s still hope. A tiny ember left in the dark. But for now, you’re still here, together in the fading light, just waiting for something to change.

A third shift. Perhaps it will offer you its charm.

thank u rose @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!!

also creds to rose and @mattscoquette (a change of heart) for inspiring this fic!

a/n: one of my fav songs off of charm!!! makes me very sad. hope u enjoy<3

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till next time!!

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Hiiii I recently found your account and love your writing.

Would you be able to write something angsty for Levi where the reader gets seriously injured while out on a mission? I’d like it to be really angsty but whatever you want to do I’m good with!

Hi lovely anon, thank you so much for your kind words and this request!! I've dabbled in angst here and there, but this is definitely the darkest I've gone. I was surprised to find I really enjoyed writing it! Maybe there's more angst in my future hm...

Anyways THANK YOU again for sending this, I love hearing from readers and love requests! I'm sorry that it took me so long to get back to you, I hope you still see this and that you enjoy it if you do!

don't fall away from me: Levi x Scout!Reader angst

[tw: hurt/no comfort, heavy angst as requested!, injury/gore, spoilers for No Regrets, mentioned (not actual) vomiting // wc: 2k // ao3 // set before the fall of Shiganshina]

It wasn't often that you and Levi were separated for missions these days. A combination of luck and called-in favors from the Captain meant that most days and nights you were by each other's side, sometimes worse for wear, but together, at least.

But luck didn't last forever, and Levi wasn't all-powerful. You had been sent on a long-term mission beyond the walls, leading a troop of Scouts to establish an outpost farther than the Regiment had ever been able to put down roots. It was risky, but if successful, would pay off immediately, filling in new corners of the Eldian map. Levi stayed behind, part of Erwin's private detail as the Commander lobbied for more funding.

Levi hated it. Hated the pompous bastards he had to deal with, the tasteless displays of wealth in the inner walls, and worst of all, that it kept him from you. But you had reassured him as you always did, strong arms around his neck and soft lips against his. "I'll be home soon, Levi. Wait for me." He saw your squad off, raised his hand in a stern wave, watching until you and your horse disappeared over the horizon.

It wouldn't last forever, he reminded himself. You were tough. So was he- a few weeks away was nothing in the grand scheme of things. And he'd seen you take down enough titans to know that they should be afraid of you. The memory made his chest swell with a quiet pride. You were a damn good soldier, and you were his. He'd make sure to remind you of both when you came home.

That was the hope that kept Levi patient as he waited out the weeks. Once the political posturing was over, he took his stress out on the spiders that had taken up residence in the rafters of the scouts' barracks. Hange was heard laughing quietly to Moblit that HQ was always cleanest when you were away. Luckily for them, Levi didn't overhear, too busy chasing his worry away with a dustrag.

The morning of your squad's return dawned clear, the sun cresting the Walls like it anticipated your arrival as much as Levi did. The Captain had been up before then- fussing over his hair and straightening his cravat needlessly, wanting to appear cool and calm when he rode out to meet you. You were sure to tease him otherwise. It had become something of a game to see who could spot the other first at your homecomings, waiting just inside the gate or, if impatience got the best of you, riding out to meet the other on some pretense.

He sipped from the teacup between his fingers, hiding a smile as he thought about the look on your face. Your eyes always lit up, your grim on-duty expression melting into relief, excitement- love, when you saw him again. He was almost sure it was love. Little as he knew about the subject, anyway. Hoped it was, would've prayed it was if he had any faith. Because Levi loved you. He hadn't admitted it yet, but the weeks of separation had shown him just how much he had grown to rely on you, to cherish your shared moments, the light you shone in the dark corners of his life.

Maybe he didn't need to seem cool and calm, this time. He allowed himself to believe that you'd missed him as much as he missed you. That certainty carried the Captain to his horse, through the gates, out on a hard ride through the outskirts of the walled city, until he saw the blurry forms of your squad through the morning mist. His carefully fixed hair fell back into messy bangs across his forehead as he urged his horse faster, his body taut with both exertion and excitement. You were almost home.

He searched for your face in the crowd of green-cloaked soldiers to no avail. Maybe you were scouting ahead, or keeping watch from the rear. He shook off the icy tendrils of fear that crept down his neck. Surely that was all. Levi looked to the rest of your squad, but they didn't meet his eyes. Some of them limped, some held bandaged limbs, others leaned on their comrades. The tendrils turned into choking vines.

Levi reared his horse in front of the ragged procession and leveled them with a glare. "Where is she?" Silence. He gritted his teeth, his voice a sword. "I won't repeat myself."

A single Scout stepped out from the ranks. Levi recognized her as a young recruit; this would have been one of her first missions. She gestured at a covered wagon hitched to the horse behind her. "She saved us, Captain." The girl's voice wavered, then broke. "We wouldn't be here if she hadn't-"

Levi didn't know if she finished her sentence. He was already off his horse and shoving past her, his mind a wall of white noise. Somehow he was standing beside the wagon, ripping the cover back with shaking hands-

In the days and weeks that followed, every Scout from that ill-fated mission would swear on their lives that the Captain maintained his composure in that moment. Whether in solidarity or out of the fear that came from watching the collapse of something unbreakable. Every last person there that day would deny that they ever heard Levi sob.

The sound tore from him helplessly, choked horror in the back of his throat. Your bloodless lips were parted, your hair strewn across the packs of gear they’d propped you on. Your arms lay limply atop a rough blanket that hid everything below your chest. When Levi reached for your hand, pressing it to his cheek, you were cold. He whispered your name, but you didn’t stir.

With effort, Levi tore his gaze from your body and whirled on the soldier that had revealed you. “Tell me what happened.”

In fits and starts, she managed the story. It had happened so fast, she said, the night watch asleep in the newly constructed outpost, the early sunrise revealing a trio of titans surrounding the camp, all teeth and eager eyes. 15m class and hungry, scrabbling at their tents, waking up to a nightmare.

You had slept in your gear- Levi clenched his fists against a sudden surge of nausea. You always teased him about his habit, sleeping sitting up or fully clothed, ready for anything. But out there, on your own, you had done the same. Did you think of him as you fell asleep? The girl was still speaking, her gaze far away. You had sprung into action, using the titans themselves as anchors to fly at their nape out there in the vast flatness of the wild.

You dispatched two quickly- of course, Levi thought, of course she did- but the third- the girl stopped to drag the back of her hand across her mouth, swallowing a dry heave. Levi had to resist the urge to shake her, to make her keep talking- but she soon continued in a whisper.

"The last titan caught her in it's teeth. It was a blur, we didn't see, only heard a- heard a snap, and a scream... we cut it's Achilles tendons, brought it to it's knees, and she fell..." The scout trailed off, her jaw working soundlessly as she remembered. "The wound, wounds- they weren't clean, sir." Her voice was a strained apology. She wobbled, clearly spent, and Levi turned away.

He stepped back toward the wagon where you lay. Levi took a slow breath, reaching into the depths of himself to find the strength to look at what hid beneath the blanket. He peeled it back, hissing through his teeth when the fabric caught on patches of drying, tacky blood.

It took a moment for Levi to process what he was seeing. Your lower body was a torn mess of crimson, contrasting hideously against the stark white of exposed bone protruding from your mangled calf. He could see the titan's attack written on your flesh- the purpling crush of teeth along your thighs and the shredded aftermath of those jaws tearing down to your ankles. The smears of dirt and gore told him how you were dragged along, out of the titan's clenching jaw, off the battlefield.

This is a dream. A nightmare. Levi told himself, clinging to it with a childish desperation that he thought had been beaten out of him long ago. He tried to swallow but his throat had gone cotton-dry. His tongue cleaved mute to the roof of his mouth. This isn't real.

He blinked, and suddenly it was Furlan in your shredded uniform, or you in his. A dizzy panic clawed up Levi's chest. He shook his head, looked away and back- and the scene changed. The hollowed pallor of your cheeks was that of his mother's corpse, a dim memory of hell. He thought he might be sick, thought wildly that he couldn't vomit in front of the other Scouts, couldn't let them see such filthy weakness- but that was forgotten when you opened your eyes.

You stared blindly at the wide, wide sky, and Levi saw Isabel in your place. Not again. Please, not again. He watched your chest rise and fall like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth, like he was the one willing it to continue. Please.

"Le-vi...?" Your voice shocked him into sanity. He cupped your cheeks in trembling hands.

"I'm here, I'm here," he rasped. "I've got you. Stay with me."

You slowly dragged your fingers through the blood on your uniform, then held them in front of your face. You didn't seem to understand where it came from, what had happened. Levi moved into your sightline. You reached for him, but your head lolled and your arm fell back in the next instant. Levi caught your hand and lifted it the rest of the way, pressing your bloody fingers to his lips.

"I'm here," he repeated, fixated again on the defiant movement of your chest as you slipped back into unconsciousness. "I'll protect you."

The other soldiers were shuffling about, some trying to quiet their nervous horses. Levi forced himself to inject authority into his voice, to project some stability on the surface as he crumbled within, never taking his eyes from your face. "I'm riding back with you. Let's go."

Eager to go home, the camp moved quickly at his order. Someone hitched Levi's horse to the wagon were you lay, seeing that the Captain wasn't about to leave your side.

Your body seemed to shift before Levi's eyes, a mist poured into the shape of the ones he had already failed, already lost. Their corpses laid atop yours, or beside you, or sprawled at your feet until he forced them away, the sight of your breathing like a talisman. Your blood dried and flaked on his cheek, but he hardly felt the itch. His cravat lay abandoned on the filthy floor.

Every jolt of the wheels made him grit his teeth, fighting down a surge of rage at the horses, the stones that made them stumble, the ground itself for not softening for you. He wanted to carry you home himself, wanted to tear off his own legs and offer them up for you. He wanted to wake up.

He spoke to you, the words pouring out, unstoppable. Vows to protect you, spiraling into impossibility- he'd kill every last titan to make sure they never touched you again, he'd give you his blood to replace what you'd lost, he'd burn down the world to keep you warm.

Confessions that had never passed his lips before, spilling into the space between you, overflowing helplessly in a whisper you couldn't hear. "I love you. Did you know that? Could you tell?" He choked on it. "I fucking love you. I didn't want to, but I do, and I need you to come back, so I can tell you to your goddamn face."

He couldn't stop touching you, kneeling at your side, his legs long gone numb. He brushed the stringy hair from your forehead, warmed your hands in his, smoothed the blanket back over your wounds. When there was nothing left to do, he did it all over again, repeating the words until they hung in the air and piled over your body, still breathing, only just.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Please.

[hadesoftheladies]

Patriarchy is not merely a system of thought, but a way of being. It’s not “culture.” It’s people. The tragedy of patriarchy, like capitalism but even more so, is that it is realized in relationships. Both sky and earth are silent. Only humans talk to each other. Only humans can create these systems via their beliefs, and these beliefs are shaped by their sense of self, and this sense of self is created by patriarchy, i.e. the people around them.

So both the loving father and abusive father can be patriarchs. Both the loving mother and abusive mother can be misogynists. Really, misogyny isn’t unique to men in our world. It can’t be. Every person borne under patriarchy has internalized the rhetoric of male supremacist ideology. The question of “Do you think your man (be they brother, father, partner, etc) is unique(ly different from other misogynist men)?” can be a loaded question for many women. Because we intuitively recognize that we all have a measure of misogyny in us, but that does not make us exempt from growth or doomed to (what we perceive as) great harm. Our mothers are misogynists, but we don’t fear them. Our sisters, brothers, fathers and friends are misogynists, but we’d never suspect them of physically harming us because of it. There seems to be, according to what we observe, benign and malignant forms of misogyny.

And so two kinds of feminists find themselves at a stalemate. One feminist sees patriarchy, misogyny as the unforgivable injustice it is. Whether it shows itself in words or fists, it is violent to the soul of every woman and girl. It reinforces her struggle. Her sense of inferiority. It alienates her from herself so early, so badly, that she begins self-destructing on their behalf. She knows she is justified in hating the misogynists around her, be it her father, male friends, herself, her mother or female friends. Or even just hating the misogyny in them. She honors her sense of justice and allows herself anger at all of them. And she is not wrong.

The second feminist sees within misogynists their simple humanity. Their limited resistance and will toward the ever-present coercive force of patriarchy. It leaves no one untouched. And all people are born into it against their will. Surely if it can be learned it can be unlearned? How can she hater her father/husband/boyfriend/friend for merely drinking from the first cup he was offered? He tries, like she does, to do good by all people. But no one is constantly vigilant over their own minds. And they have lived in privilege, and so, in their imaginations, there exist “benevolent prejudices” otherwise called “common sense.” Your father may laugh at jokes about women being sassy or emotional, and still defer to her in the home. Still be her friend. Still participate as both a husband and father. Still want to alleviate all her burdens. Still love her. The second feminist knows love and prejudice often co exist within the same individual. And she is not wrong.

What both must recognize is that patriarchy is people. All of us are misogynists fighting our way out or acquiescing. And that this conditioning does not manifest identically for men and women. The first feminist is right to fear and distrust men, to whom patriarchy awards unjustified power, and the second is justified in hoping for their growth and escape from the hierarchy, while recognizing that few will ever truly want to leave their cushy positions. Still, some have. Some will.

Both are right. Sometimes, both are one person.

Fundamentally, patriarchy is a broken relationship. Misogyny, a thing that poisons every relationship we have. Be it with our parents, our peers or ourselves. Navigating that is a lifetime ordeal. And it requires patience. We must be patient in this work. And we must be hopeful. And we must be angry and hurt. And we must struggle together. We must recognize all of it.

Because patriarchy is people, hence patriarchy is deeply human.

[melonmaw]

Teen Dad Logan AU [REPOST]

In case ya'll can't tell, I love de-aging logan. I think it's really interesting to play with a more emotional/ less bogged down Logan, and it's even more fun to throw him at the people he typically helps mentor/raise. Anyways.

Teen Dad Logan :)

Or, I suppose more accurately, Young Dad Logan. And by adjacency, Uncle Dad Victor.

This turned out to be one of my largest pieces of writing ever  Bee-Tee-Dubs so its going to be under this to not Kill You All:

So in this AU they meet when they're 10 and 11, Jimmy just out of foster care after they found out he's a mutant, and Vic a few weeks after murdering his Father. 

At first, it's honestly Jimmy showing Victor a lot of things. Simple things, like how to forage and how to scent, but it's all...quiet. Jimmy already carries a sense of shame for his ferocity that Vic never enjoys. So he draws the kid into fights, helps him laugh until his face is red with laughter instead of shame. He learns about him, and in turn Jimmy learns about him. Happy enough kids until things turned south. One was locked up and the other ran away. They escaped and found each other. It was meant to be.

Victor gives him his new name. Jimmy hasn't felt like His in a long time and the first time Vic calls him Logan, he beams.

Vic still calls him Jimmy when he's scared, but it's their little secret.

Anyways, they stay rough and tumble until The developers in the Weapon X project find them, aged 14 and 15 respectively. It's Victor's idea that they stay. Logan, for all his desires to settle down, feels chafed by the military, but Vic sees through that, see's what they could be, in the future. See's him and his Runt living free after serving, what's a few years as lab rats if they get all their adult life? What's being looked at like a monster when he's allowed to be a monster and still get schooling? Logan doesn't think any of these things, but when Vic nods, he does too.

They're only allowed to be together for the first three months, and then their forced apart, to 'reduce codependency'. They last two years without each other, and when they're reunited...things are different.

Creed has grown into his role, with each murder proving that his dad wasn't special, he's always been meant for this, how dare Anyone Try to stop him. He's become an Animal. Sabretooth.

And Wolverine....is Wolverine now. But it doesn't take long before Vic realizes something is wrong. Wolverine glances at him, but there's no glint of recognition in his eyes. As Creed starts to question him, he thinks it's a clone. So he Kills It. 

Its only the third time Logan revives and puts his claws through Creed's chest that Creed realizes it's his runt. Still, being forgotten stings, being ignored stings worse, and there's a lot more blood shed before the guards are able to separate the two.

Safe to say they butt heads a lot more. Vic goads him often, word for word the way he used to, and like a house of cards, Wolverine always folds. The only times he seems to come back to himself for a moment, are the moments after Creed's killed him, and he's just waking up. He'll get a look on his face, one Vic recognizes. He's seen it a hundred of times before, even if the runt always tried to hide it:

Fear. Exhaustion.

They never talk. Victor pets his hair as Logan's throat is rapidly sewing itself back together, or Logan rumbling under Vic's body as his puncture wounds close. In those moments, Logan Remembers.

...

It all starts to fall apart when one Logan Howlett, at the fresh age of 18, is chosen to become Weapon X.

Creed sees red. This was HIS goal, His to earn, that stupid brat doesn't even want to be here, Logan doesn't even remember why he's-

He doesn't even remember why he came here in the first place.

But Sabretooth is smart. He figures out when, and where, they're going to do the operation. And obviously, he bursts in.

As he does, he overhears a Commander noting that they should 'wipe wolverines mind clean one last time, to make sure he's only obedient to them. 

And that is First Strike.

Victor lashes out, taking down a doctor and a guard before anyone can blink. But his noise distracts the surgeons and other doctors carefully monitoring The Wolverine's Adamantium intake, and one of them nudges their controls in their scramble to get away, pushing significantly more onto his skeleton than originally planned.

Victor stops when he hears screaming.

Logan hears....nothing. He knows the procedure is going to begin, but he doesn't know when. When the burning starts, he goes to that little place in his head he pretends he doesn't have. He sees flashes of Creed's face, snarling and smiling, and he feels...safe. He sees white, and red hair and...hears yelling. His eyes open, and immediately close as salt water rushes into them. He breathes unsteadily through his

The water stops draining but the burning doesn't stop. Worse, his head feels like it's being torn apart, a feeling he remembers but can't name. And suddenly, nothing matters because,

Sabretooth is calling him Jimmy and why why WHY DOES EVERYTHING HURT OW OW OW OW OW OW Victor help please please plEASE PLEASE VICTOR VIC-

...

Safe to say the adamantium causes even more psychological damage to them.

There is one single benefit: The Memory Adjustment failed. In fact, it failed so bad that Creed, for three whole days, get's Logan to himself.

They don't do much. Logan wakes up and launches himself at Vic, legs collapsing as his ligaments struggle to accustom themselves to the weight of his new bones. He's in constant pain, mostly just looking at Vic with big, sad brown eyes until he lies back down with him on the shitty Hospital ordered bed. It creaks under them, but thankfully never gives.

When they do talk, they don't talk about the memories. About Wolverine gutting Sabretooth to prove a point, about Sabretooth biting out his spinal chord, about Wolverine ripping out his teeth in claws. None of it matters. They know it can't last. Creed didn't plan, and Logan is too weak to think, not that he does much of that in the first place.

After those days of clarity post operation, Logan is wiped clean. And for the next year, it's back to normal. For Wolverine at least.

But of course, Logan has to beat him to the punch. Literally.

Around a month after the one year anniversary of his Surgery, Wolverine comes Bursting through the training rooms, with twenty guards hot on his trail. Sabretooth, a Predator, Obviously follows. Logan runs and runs and runs, and eventually rips the door of a particular room, to reveal...

an eerily large room filled with tubes. There's wires and things being suspended in liquid, and at first, Victor can't comprehend what he's looking at. By the time he reads 'X-02', Doner Wolverine, Logan's already broken three of the tubes with his claws, uncaring of the thick glass cutting him open in retribution for being shattered.

people go flying, and as they hit equipment the room itself begins to collapse, separating Sabretooth from Wolverine. Wolverine continues through the rooms, ensuring that there's nothing deeper inside that can help them make more of him. He has enough nightmares. Sabretooth stays back to help finish the job. All those tubes don't destroy themselves, you know?

He finds a room full of his samples, and a woman in a chair. A woman with a bullet in her neck instead of her head. Poor thing had probably gotten caught in between him and the guards. But why was she just sitting-

The woman has a baby in her arms, tubes still attached. He growls for a moment, moving to finishes her off, but freezes when she and she's groans.

"Laura...Laura..."

Logan looks at her little beady eyes, mousy brown hair, and knows...she's his. 

Before he's even thought about it she's cradled in his arms, evidently all wrong because she starts to wail and Vic skids in, shoulder denting the doorframe as he stops and stares at the scene in front of him.

The woman gives one final shudder, and her head lulls. Dead.

Still, there's no time to think. Victor hears thuds getting closer to the room, and as he looks to his right he realizes there's only one way out. The window. Oh well.

with a swear, he lifts Logan by the back of his jacket and gives him a shove, and his back goes strait through the paneling and out of the fourth story. Victor whoops, and follows him down. By the time he's already made his much more elegant landing, Logan is groaning and cussing him out as much as his winded lungs will let him, which is a surprising amount. Still, Vic scruffs him again and sets him on his feet, and nods in the direction of the woods.

"Lets go."

And they do.

They end up being surrounded by the X-Men  somewhere in Maine and are "Invited" to Stay at Xavier's school. Logan decides for them this time. A house, a promise that the government will be dealt with for them, and that he can get all of his memories back are very good motivators. And they an finish their education.

Victor actually...enjoys classes. He likes being smart, and it's easy. Logan does Charter school. He had lasted exactly a week in public education before deciding that if he had to deal with one more idiotic comment from one of those stupid fucking kids he was going to-

Well. His words were Not Child Friendly, so he made sure to cover his kid's ears. Besides, he's bonded with fellow teen Rogue and preteen Jubilee and Kitty (his daughters) like little sisters, but he never really settles unless he's with his Kid. His Laura.

He had to fight to keep her, a young unstable mutant like him was not the ideal parent, but for the first two months, she sobbed if anyone else held her, terrible screeches, and would reach for him to the point of falling out of people's arms. And, he had imprinted on her too. He swore he could tell when she was happy or uncomfortable before she could, would burp her or flip her back onto her back before she got fed up with tummy time.

Vic is Terrified of touching her but refuses to admit it. He carefully runs his finger down her pudgy little cheek, in awe of her soft skin against his knuckle,  when she moves suddenly, and she attempts to nuzzle her way into his palm. He, obligingly, opens his hand. When one of his claws scrapes her hair, he freezes, waiting for her to cry out. Instead, she burbles happily, honey brown eyes giving him long, slow blinks.

She likes his head scratches the best. 

Logan sometimes falls asleep with her on his stomach on the couch, leaving Victor to carry him AND his clingy baby back to bed, the crib next to them so Laura can still grab onto Logans finger. They sleep together now, in a nest of blankets and pillows, Logans hand always off the bed but still somehow still touching Vic, as if to make sure he's still there.

Their codependency is back full swing, and the only time they can be reliably separated is when Vic goes to school, because he goes with Scotty, and the Boy Scout would never let anything happen to another mutant, even if that mutant makes him want to shoot him with his laser-beam full power just to see what would happen.

Thankfully, because of Victor's presence, the Mind Adjustment does actually work, but it leaves Logan questioning his parallel memories for years. In the process they realize that...Victor's memories have been tampered with too.

But that is a story for another time.

[anticomedygarden]

for the pjo, do you have any headcanons on Magnus and Annabeth’s friendship? Or a fic of them getting to relax and take a break from their stressful lives (deaths??)

idk I just love the idea of Magnus being treated to the chaos that is pjo and Annabeth hearing about mc

yes i love it!

i think it takes a while for magnus to get fully introduced to annabeth's whole life of chaos because they make an effort to meet halfway so he doesn't really believe everything she tells him at first because there is no way that's all true

when he does start seeing it with his own eyes, he gets super stressed thinking his life is gonna get even crazier than it already is

he is constantly ready to throw down with frederick chase. he trusts annabeth when she says they're trying to maintain a relationship, but the second freddie steps out of line, magnus is ready to beat his ass. so is alex. and jack.

when annabeth starts learning how to cook, percy makes magnus try everything first because 'he's already dead, it can't hurt him'. alex is surprisingly down to try annabeth's questionable food. turns out that once you've eaten your depressed talking goat friend, fear around food mostly goes away.

when annabeth hears the otis and marvin story, she silently decides it is going to be a very long time before magnus meets grover

this doesn't have anything to do with annabeth, but the first few times he meets sally, it makes him really upset because she reminds him of his mom

magnus is kinda disturbed the first time he's caught up in a monster attack with annabeth and percy because they went from joking and casual to silently communicating plans and taking the monster down in seconds. he is upset that his cousin had to learn to be this way, but he is also afraid that one day that will be him and alex. alex thinks it's hot.

once annabeth introduces him to her other friends, magnus finds out he is not above guilt tripping his cousin's rich friends into funding the chase space or giving to the homeless. when magnus, alex, and leo join forces, rachel nearly maxes out her credit card.

one time one of the gods stopped annabeth mid conversation with magnus for a really stupid quest and magnus is flabbergasted. he's like, "your gods just do that??" and she's like, "yours don't??"

i think percy and alex would be weirdly good friends. not sure if for good or evil. but definitely friends.

frank and alex not getting each other's brand of shape shifting but still bonding over it. like frank's is almost always a manifestation of anxiety while alex's is a way to take control of her/his life, but does that stop them from seeing who can open the most jars as a gorilla? hell no

alex being absolutely infatuated with blackjack and vice versa

magnus hearing about all of the various feuds between the greek gods and being like, "why don't they just not spend so much time together or stick their noses into each other's business?" because iirc the norse gods mainly stick to their domains but it seems like the olympians spend a lot of time on olympus and annabeth just laughs and laughs

jack rates annabeth's friends on their weapons. personality, appearance, effectiveness, etc. he has a whole system that magnus gets to hear. constantly. (riptide is the perpetual favorite)

[evorlaah]

T R O U B L E

PARING : Niki x Female!reader

SYNPOSIS: y/n, a rebellious Montague, clashes with Niki Nishimura, a charming merchant’s son. Their rivalry fuels every ballroom—until one dance changes everything.

Warnings&genres!: romance, drama, historical fiction, angst, slowburn, mild language, rivalry (a little Niki just loves to tease) .

Note 💌: I struggled so hard with Niki I didn’t know where I was going with this 😭, lmk if you have suggestions!

@evorlaah

T R O U B L E

“Hold still, Miss,” your maid chided gently, her fingers working expertly with the laces.

“I would hold still if I didn’t have to go,” you muttered under your breath, earning a sympathetic glance from her in the mirror.

The distant sound of carriages rumbling to a halt outside grew louder, signaling the arrival of guests. From your vantage point, you could see the Montague estate coming alive. The glow of lanterns illuminated the sprawling grounds, and elegantly dressed figures stepped out of carriages, their laughter and chatter spilling into the night air.

Your maid finished her work, stepping back to admire her efforts. “You look stunning, Miss Y/n. Like a true vision.”

You forced a smile, smoothing your gown. “I suppose visions don’t get to rest, do they?”

She laughed softly, a sound that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Not tonight, Miss.”

You took a look at yourself before turning around to face your maid, forcing a smile.

“Can I have a minute? Tell my mother and father that I’ll be right down.”

Your maid nodded, curtsying briefly. “Of course, Miss Y/n. I’ll let them know.”

As she exited the room, you let out a slow breath, the forced smile falling away. The soft glow of the candelabras reflected off your sapphire gown, the fabric shimmering like a restless sea. For a moment, you stood there, taking in your own reflection. You looked the part of a perfect Montague—a poised young woman ready to dazzle the night away. But inside, the weight of expectation felt like an anchor.

You moved to the window, brushing aside the heavy drapes to gaze out at the carriages pulling up. Each one carried someone important, someone who would soon fill the ballroom with chatter and intrigue. Among them would be suitors eager to court you, men with perfect manners and predictable smiles.

And then, there would be him.

You didn’t need to see Niki Nishimura’s name on the guest list to know he’d be there. The son of a prominent merchant family, his sharp wit and sharper tongue had a way of finding you at every gathering. Your encounters with him were always charged, a careful dance of disdain and unwilling fascination. It wasn’t just that he was insufferable—it was the way he seemed to enjoy getting under your skin, as though irritating you was his personal entertainment.

Still, you couldn’t deny the strange electricity that lingered in the air when he was near.

“Miss Y/n?” Your maid’s voice interrupted your thoughts from the other side of the door. “Your parents are asking for you.”

You sighed, glancing one last time at your reflection. Straightening your shoulders, you slipped on your mask of practiced elegance.

“I’m coming,” you called, the words heavier than you’d intended.

With one last glance at the quiet sanctuary of your room, you stepped out into the hall, ready to face the night—and, inevitably, him.

You descended the grand staircase carefully, one hand trailing lightly along the polished banister and the other holding your gown to avoid tripping on the cascading fabric. The sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses grew louder with each step, filling the air like a tapestry of splendor.

The ballroom came into view at the bottom of the stairs, a dazzling scene of opulence. Chandeliers cast a golden glow over the marble floors, their crystal facets reflecting light like stars. Guests milled about, dressed in their finest silks and satins, their voices rising and falling in a harmonious murmur.

At the foot of the staircase, your parents stood together, greeting guests with the ease of seasoned hosts. Your father noticed you first, his expression softening with approval. “Ah, here she is, our jewel of the evening.”

You forced a smile, hoping it looked as effortless as it was meant to seem. “Good evening, Father. Mother.”

Your mother’s eyes swept over you with a quick, appraising glance before she nodded. “Perfect. Go on, mingle. The young men are already asking about you.”

You resisted the urge to sigh, offering a polite nod instead. As you stepped into the crowd, you felt the weight of countless eyes on you. It was always like this—like you were some prized artifact on display.

“Careful, Montague, or you’ll blind the entire ballroom with that gown.”

The voice was smooth, teasing, and unmistakably familiar. You turned, already bracing yourself, and there he was. Niki Nishimura.

He stood with his usual air of nonchalance, a glass of champagne in hand, his dark eyes glittering with mischief. His tailored suit fit him too well, and his hair was slightly tousled, as though he’d only just bothered to look presentable.

“You’ve mistaken the gown for the chandelier, Nishimura,” you replied coolly, raising an eyebrow. “But I suppose anyone would, given your perspective.”

His lips quirked into a grin, clearly enjoying the exchange. “Touché. But I must say, you clean up rather nicely. Almost unrecognizable, even.”

“And you’re as insufferable as ever,” you said, though the corner of your mouth betrayed the faintest hint of a smile.

“Charmed,” he said, mockingly bowing. You rolled your eyes walking down another small stair case with the crowd while Niki followed.

“Do you ever take a hint, Nishimura?” you asked, glancing back over your shoulder as you descended the smaller staircase. The crowd below bustled, oblivious to the banter unfolding between the two of you.

“Why would I, when your reactions are so entertaining?” he replied, effortlessly keeping pace with you. His smirk lingered, a constant reminder of how much he enjoyed getting under your skin.

You reached the bottom of the staircase, stepping into the throng of finely dressed guests. A waltz had begun, the orchestra’s melody weaving through the ballroom like a spell. Ladies and gentlemen spun gracefully across the floor, their movements precise and elegant.

“Perhaps you should find someone else to bother,” you said, grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing tray.

“And miss this opportunity?” Niki quipped, plucking a glass for himself. He leaned casually against a nearby pillar, watching you with that infuriatingly smug expression. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, no one else is nearly as fun.”

You scoffed, sipping your champagne as you scanned the room. Your parents were deep in conversation with a noble family near the dais. Suitors hovered at the edges of the ballroom, their eyes drifting in your direction but lacking the courage to approach just yet.

“Fun?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve got an odd definition of fun, Nishimura.”

“You wound me, Montague,” he said with mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest. “Here I thought we had an unspoken understanding—enemies, yes, but entertaining ones at least.”

“Entertaining? Hardly,” you replied, turning your attention back to the dancers. “More like tiresome.”

“Is that why you’re smiling?” he asked, his voice lowering slightly.

You froze for half a beat, realizing too late that the corner of your lips had, indeed, betrayed you. You schooled your expression into something colder, tilting your chin up.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said sharply, though the heat rising to your cheeks said otherwise.

Niki chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Ah, Montague, if only you could see yourself right now.”

The music swelled, filling the room with the elegant strains of a waltz. Couples began gathering in the center of the ballroom, their movements fluid and precise as they prepared to take their places. The air buzzed with anticipation, every gaze trained on the polished floor where the first dance would begin.

You felt the weight of expectation pressing down on you. As the youngest Montague, you knew eyes would soon turn to you. Yet, here you were, standing with Niki Nishimura of all people, his outstretched hand lingering in the space between you.

“You’ll be noticed if you don’t dance soon,” he said, his tone light but edged with a challenge. “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll outshine you?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, the fire of his words igniting a flicker of rebellion in you. “Outshine me? Hardly. I just don’t want to waste my time.”

“Then prove it,” he said, stepping closer. His dark eyes gleamed, daring you to take his hand. “Show me what all the Montague charm is about.”

The murmurs around you grew louder. Guests whispered, their curiosity piqued by your exchange. You knew refusing him now would draw even more attention.

With a resigned sigh, you placed your hand in his. “Fine,” you said, your voice low. “But don’t think for a moment that this means anything.”

“Of course not,” he replied, though the triumphant smirk on his face said otherwise.

He led you onto the dance floor with a surprising grace that almost caught you off guard. The other couples parted to make room, their eyes flitting between you both, wondering what spectacle was about to unfold.

As the first notes of the waltz began, Niki placed a hand on your waist, his touch light yet firm, while your free hand rested on his shoulder. He moved with ease, guiding you into the rhythm of the dance.

“You’re not terrible at this,” you admitted grudgingly, matching his steps.

“Why, thank you,” he said, twirling you smoothly. ��Coming from you, that’s practically a love letter.”

You scoffed, though a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late,” he quipped.

The music swirled around you, the room fading into a blur of color and light. For a moment, it felt like the world consisted only of the two of you, locked in a dance neither of you could quite control. And though you’d never admit it, you didn’t entirely mind.

Before you could realize it, the other couples had stepped aside, leaving you and Niki alone at the center of the ballroom. The music swelled around you, the haunting melody echoing through the vast space as countless pairs of eyes fixed on the two of you.

Your heart raced, though you weren’t sure if it was from the intensity of the dance or the weight of everyone’s gaze. “This is your fault,” you hissed under your breath, glaring up at Niki.

“My fault?” he asked, feigning innocence as he spun you gracefully. His smirk betrayed him. “I didn’t tell them to stop. They must be captivated.”

“By what? Your arrogance?”

“By us,” he said simply, his voice lower now, almost conspiratorial. His hand tightened ever so slightly on your waist as he leaned in just enough for only you to hear. “You can deny it all you want, Montague, but they see it. And so do you.”

“See what?” you snapped, though your pulse quickened.

“That we belong in the spotlight together,” he said, twirling you again.

You felt a warmth creep up your neck, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, refusing to back down. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re glowing,” he retorted. “It’s a good look on you.”

The music reached a crescendo, and Niki pulled you closer, his movements impossibly smooth. You hated how well he danced, how effortlessly he seemed to command the floor—and your attention.

As the final notes of the waltz echoed through the hall, a smattering of applause erupted around you. Your chest heaved as you stepped back, your hand slipping from his.

“Well, Montague,” he said, his tone softer now, though his smirk remained. “I’d say we made quite the impression.”

You glanced around at the crowd, cheeks flushed, before turning back to him. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

But as you walked away, you couldn’t ignore the way his words—and his touch—lingered.

[wanderingblindly]

hi liquid i have a very strange ask beware

my friend asked me to make a powerpoint presentation to explain the basics of F1 (like rules, race weekend schedule, etc.) when i asked if she wanted me to include a list of all the 2025 drivers, she said “yes, i need to know name, age, nationality, and which other driver they have a homoerotic relationship with”.

and now i’m spiralling because like which ones do i tell her about?! because obviously there are endless rpf ships between the drivers, but in terms of drivers being actually incredibly weird around each other in real life?? i’m thinking brocedes (obvs) but not sure which other relationships i should analyze for her entertainment.

basically if you have any suggestions i would love to hear them thank you in advance ❤️❤️

HELLO I really wanted to go through and find individual clips but if I’m honest — the state of My City has been hell and it’s taken more out of me than I thought. I hope this is an adequate response even though it’s not up to my usual (neurotic) snuff :(

Ok so obviously there are a million ships, but I think there are two main categories: those who are compelling based predominantly on Lore™️, and those based around their F1 behavior specifically.

For the Lore, the obvious choices are:

1. Brocedes

There’s so much here…. Nico’s inability to eat anything but their favorite cereal before the deciding race of 2016. The theme of yellow in their helmets (started in karting, Nico ditched the yellow when their relationship when sour, Lewis has retuned to the yellow now that he’s left the team where they fell apart). The story of them on keke’s yacht, promising to make it to f1 together. Them sneaking out for ice cream ((Nico’s wife now having a vegan ice cream brand.)). You could analyze this for years. Years.

2. Lestappen

Though all these fuckers have raced each other for ages, Charles and Max are weird in how often their paths intersected despite not always racing in the same category. One that specifically comes to mind is Max recommending Charles for the seat that he left open when he moved up the ranks; this vocal awareness of and respect for his craft is brought up often when people show them racing wheel to wheel.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the second category, too:

1. Maxiel

it’s objectively INSANE how often Max and Daniel joked about making out. Like at some point — AT SOME POINT — you have to wonder why they’re both so comfortable with that bit, right? Beyond their weird behavior, their dynamic is extra interesting when you consider that Daniel was Max’s first Red Bull teammate: he was almost too young for f1, a bit socially odd, terrifyingly talented, and yet here’s this gregarious man that laughs at everything he says (yet has to remain wary of his threatened career)…. Formative experience.

2. Carlando

This one fascinates me threefold. First of all, there’s their online history. Baby baby baby Lando was constantly in Carlos’s comments and mentions as he moved up through the ranks — he clearly idolized him. To the second point: baby rookie Lando has him as his fucking teammate. Young and naïve, giggly and infatuated Lando got so close with Carlos so quickly, it’s almost nauseating. And then after they were no longer teammates!!!! Carlos is still one of the first people he seeks out to celebrate with (Singapore 2023 hug, forever famous,,,) he goes out to dinner with his FAMILY (Mexican gp 2024,,,,), it’s insane.

They’re clearly still so connected to each other despite no longer having any formal ties — they can’t break their orbit. (Also, why did we stop talking about Brazil 2023 when they rented a house together and everyone’s pretty sure they cheated either with each other or the same model????? Hilarious)

3. Landoscar

This one is fun to analyze for the progression and the new dynamic it presents. Lando’s always been the junior teammate despite being the number one driver — and he acted accordingly. But now he’s in a leadership position after a weird inter-term implosion, and it’s just Some Guy??????? But the way they warm up to each other, the way Oscar starts to understand how to read Lando during their PR videos, THE HESITANCY AND DELICACY OF ONE OF THEIR FIRST TOUCHES (Silverstone fan stage 2023), the way that they allude to their private interactions without ever actually showing them????????

They’re infatuating to analyze in the same way that a Victorian romance is — the details are so small and drawn out that it makes everything feel heightened, scandalous.

4. Piarles

The TRUE childhood friends to lovers angle is criminally underrated in this fandom; we get an approximation from so many of the drivers, since they all grew up racing, but Charles and Pierre went on family vacations together. Pierre calls Charles nicknames that no one else does. He constantly brings him up in interviews, they’re always gossiping before races, they hang out at private events in the off season!!!!!!!

It’s further compelled, I think, when you consider the different level of notoriety they have. Pierre is often out of the spotlight, he has nowhere near the cult following that Charles has garnered. When it comes to someone you’ve known and loved your entire life, how do you deal with that, you know????