#good luck! ✨✨🫡

[gamerbeta]

“Lock in, Trainer! You got a crazy track ahead of you, so focus on your destination! ALL ABOARD!!!”

I have 10 min to draw an Ingo before I start to Calc tutor, so that’s what I did lol

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

If my body could stop throwing a fit after *checks notes* going on one (1) mild errand, playing a couple hours of Stardew Valley, knitting sweater sleeves, cleaning my room in short (& slow) bursts, drawing for two (2) hours, and lighting a few candles, all over the span of two days, that would be great thanks

[meowzfordayz]

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Author’s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. 😆💖

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast

~faqs~

Fyi, “chest” means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included “boob” in the title lmao. 😉

Shocked 😳😖

“I apologize, [y/n]-san, it won’t happen again!”

Gyomei’s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly 😞

“These things happen!” you promptly assure him, “Besides, you technically won the bout.”

No need to mention that he always wins when training together 🥲

“I cannot accept such a tainted victory.”

“Himejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, there’s truly no issue.”

Meanwhile, Gyomei’s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyone’s boob(s) again 💀 

In cold disbelief 😐😐😐

If you don’t say anything, then he won’t say anything

Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die

Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast

He swears his hand doesn’t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom

Your boob must be ✨magical✨

“Iguro-san,” you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” 😐😐😐

Well okay then 🙃

“About what happened earlier…”

🫨🫨🫨 <— Obanai is FREAKING OUT

“… Iguro-san, I didn’t mind.”

And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!

Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow 🫡 (the poor man’s been pleasantly overwhelmed)

He’ll avoid you for eternity now 😌 (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)

She giggles 🤭

Lol

“Oh my! [y/n]-san, I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately!” 😅

“No worries, it happens.”

Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but that’s okay!

Mitsuri’s blushing too

A lot 😳

“I hope I didn’t hurt you?!”

Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! 😭

She’s well aware of her own strength

“You barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!”

Phew!

She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!”

“Kanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.”

I wish it would happen again… <— lowkey both of you thinking the same thing 🤪

As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where you’re wounded) touching your boob isn’t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic

Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection 😔

And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest 😒

“You should make a full recovery,” she’s all business, “The demon avoided your nipple and didn’t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,” fortunately, you’re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, “It has a nice shape. I’m glad you survived.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! 😃🫠

Now you’re kinda embarrassed

More so preening, really 🤭

It’s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but you’re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someone’s kidneys or bowels movements or?????

In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too… gotta make sure you’re matching in (nice) shape, y’know? 😌

Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his

“I APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!” <— how he could react 💀

“Pardon my slip, are you okay?” <— how he actually reacts, because he isn’t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum 😆

“Oh,” you don’t mean to squeak, but it can’t be helped when the most handsome man you’ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha!” 🫨😵‍💫🫠

You’ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself 😕

He’s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction

Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?

He doesn’t realize you’re flustered; he assumes you’re mortified 😖

“You sound decidedly less than fine.”

He’s softer now, worried about startling you 🥺

“I was surprised! But don’t worry! I’m not worried!”

Okaaay, but he’s worried 🥲

“Is there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?”

Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman 😭😍

“Rengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. I’m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.”

Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him 😮‍💨😁

“Ah. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.”

…

…

Hold up 🧐

Why does she seem… she seems… disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??

You’ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder 🤔

After all, he isn’t entirely oblivious 😉

“Are you going to apologize?” Sanemi demands

“For what?” you screech

“For touching my hand with your boob!”

Your eyes roll, “Oh fuck off!”

“I didn’t ask to touch you,” he grunts

“I wouldn’t have given you permission anyway,” you retort 😒

Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, “Well I didn’t give mine either!”

“You’re ridiculous. It was an accident.”

You seem genuinely pissed 😬

Sanemi rethinks his approach

“You know I’m joking, right?” 😅

“Nooo,” your sarcasm cuts deep, “I thought you were flirting.” 😐

Uh 😀

Well 😃

Shit 😄

“Fuck you!” 

When in doubt, curse ‘em out 💀

You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, “Fuck you!”

“I said it first.” 🙄

You stalk away, fed up with his antics

#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it

As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesn’t hit until you’re almost asleep

“WAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!” 😳🥴😭

Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap 😤😎

(assuming you’re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)

Neither of you make a fuss about it

It’s like accidentally calling your teacher mom 😬

Or grabbing a random person’s hand in the supermarket thinking they’re your parent 🫣

Embarrassing, but not a huge deal — unless you make it one

There’re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops 🫠

And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality 💀), and it’s over

^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then you’re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved

Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up

As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldn’t be any lasting harm

⚠️I also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidences⚠️

Hehehe

Giyuu’s hand is stuck 🫣

Only for like, a fleeting second

But omg 😭

He was already embarrassed, and now he’s triply embarrassed 🫠🫠🫠

“... Tomioka-san?”

You won’t lie; you aren’t especially bothered 🤭

But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob 😬

#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isn’t super realistic #forgive me

You’re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away

And then he remembers his manners 🙃

He offers you a hand

His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori

He’s never washing it again

#closet perv

“Thanks,” you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground

You hope he can’t hear your heartbeat 💓

He definitely can 😶

But can you hear his?

“I don’t think we should train together anymore.”

Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions

“Why?”

Your question comes out stiffer than intended

He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone — the longing

“I always beat you,” he explains lamely, “Don’t you get tired of losing?”

You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand

Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <— Giyuu is in shambles 😳

“I could never lose!” you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, “Not when I’m with you.”

Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction

Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play 😕

Instead, Giyuu’s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours

“Well alright then,” he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze

In fact, you swear he squeezes back 💓

“EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!” 😤😤😤

“You have three wives.” 🙄

Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, “I already have plenty of breasts to touch!” 

“Tengen,” you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, “You touched my boob.” 😒

“AND I’M SORRY!” 😭

Much better 😌

“I don’t know what they see in you,” you scoff (you’re also lying, you can see plenty🤭), “They’re gorgeous… and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.” 💀

Tengen is 100% pouting now

“I don’t freak out when I touch their boobs,” he huffs

“Well aren’t they lucky.” 😐

“You could be lucky too!”

…

…

Tengen starts running 

You give chase

“DID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?” 

Tengen runs faster

“TENGEN!!!!!”

Tengen runs faster and faster

You give up

*insert gasping for air here*

“DO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEY’RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!”

Oh well, you’ll have to visit their estate sometime this week 🙃

You’re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ☺️

And you can’t wait to see more of Tengen 😏😋

Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens 🥴

[starsinthesky5]

you are in love: l'amour de ma vie || joe burrow x reader

description: a little bridge between the last part of YAIL into part 5 which will be coming soon! little moments from the france trip and some stuff from home 🖤

universe: you are in love (click for parts 1-4 of the series)

a/n: been in my drafts since June of 2024. and here she is :) would love some feedback and if you’d like to see more of this for this series!

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @majestic87 @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique

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📍cannes, france

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y/n_y/ln: ocean blue eyes, looking in mine

comments:

joeyb_9: la plus belle fille que j'ai jamais vue

——— y/n_y/ln: tu me rends le plus heureux 😙😙

——— fan14: he said she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on. shut the fuck up oh my god

——— fan938: did she just say he makes her the happiest? oh pack it up fellas it's wraps

fan6: i can’t believe we’re back to her casually posting my relationship era. thank you joe burrow for your services 🫡

fan1348: i don’t even know who’s winning in this relationship like they’re both HOT as fuck

y/bsf: 🛥️ the ship has sailed folks

fan_71: the heart on his back? god when is it my turn

fan273: they’re so cute 🥲

fan28288: that caption feels oddly like song lyrics y/n 😟

fan1717: i am so happy for her 🥺 she deserves this after all these years

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📍cannes, france

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joeyb_9: photo dump?

comments:

y/n_y/ln: he’s learninggg 🤞

——— joeyb_9: creds to the best 🧎‍♂️

y/n_y/ln: wear that alo two piece more often. damn 🤤

——— joeyb_9: yes ma’am 🫡

—————— lahjay_10: aye 🤨

fan226: y/n has joe doing photo dumps now? are we in heaven?

fan9191: everytime they pop up on my feed my jaw drops because I still can’t believe it’s true

fan8877: he brought her with him to the events 🥺

fan5874: atta boy joe! winning on and off the field like a true king

fan2727: that last photo of her...hello. HELLO

lahjay_10: i was in baton rouge for 5 seconds and shiesty went hollywood? damn

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📍french riviera

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tagged: y/n_y/ln, joeyb_9

gridback_news: love is officially in bloom under the french riviera sun! 🌹✨ multi-platinum and grammy award winning artist, y/n and superstar NFL quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, joe burrow were spotted on an intimate stroll through the charming streets of cannes, looking completely smitten with one another. from soft smiles to stolen glances, the chemistry between these two is undeniable. after months of speculation, their outings in france seem to confirm what fans have been buzzing about: romance is in full swing and the fans are here for it! could this be the new power couple we’ve been waiting for? 🖤

#cannesinlove #yxj #couplegoals #romanceinfrance

comments:

bengalslover47: the king of cincy has finally found his queen everyone. may she bring us good luck and make joe the happiest he's ever been. amen

y/ncollective: ARM PLACEMENTS? and she looks so small next to him 💗

y/nfan0: oh joey b you are so loved by us.

fan8: qb1 scoring touchdowns on and off the field. y’all are the ultimate power couple

fan38: can we talk about how joe went from breaking defenses to breaking hearts? he just bagged the woman of the CENTURY

——— fan.18: every man and woman in america just fell to their knees

fan9_: oooooof her new album is going to HIT

——— fan!6: new album? did i miss something

—————— fan9_: grammy's coming up...she always goes out with a bang then 👀 just connecting some dots

rulethejungle5: and they said i was crazy when i said i heard some things around town about these two

xoxogossipgirllover: i need to get the scoop on these two! damn 😍🔥

fan3893_0: INJECT IT INTO MY VIENS MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING

fan84: anyone notice y/n's best friend liked the post? tea ☕️

fan82828: oh the album is coming everyone. it’s coming soon. WE MADE IT

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📍paris, france

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gridback_news: spotted: y/n and joe burrow turning heads in paris, strolling hand in hand and serving effortlessly chic looks 👀✨ with fashion week just around the corner, fans are buzzing about whether this stylish duo might make an appearance. whatever the occasion, one thing’s for sure—they’re absolutely owning the parisian streets!

an exclusive source has confirmed their relationship, revealing that joe and y/n are very happy together and share a connection built on trust, understanding, and mutual respect. their relationship has been growing behind the scenes for much longer than anyone realized, and their bond is stronger than ever. y/n has fully embraced life in cincinnati, and together they’ve created a solid foundation that balances their busy lives with a love that feels effortless. right now, they’re focused on enjoying each other and making memories—and it’s safe to say, happiness looks good on them. 💕

#parislove #yxj #styleandgrace #fashionweekvibes

comments:

fan9493: FIRST PAP WALK? IN PARISSS? oh we are so back y/n nation. that girl is in LOVE

y/ncollective: they look phenomenal

y/nfan0: manifesting a fashion week appearance

fan02: peep both their likes on this post...

fan-19: wonder if their gonna go to vouge world?

——— gridback_news: 👀👀

fan521_: this photo would do numbers on wattpad a few years ago

fan91: she seems so much happier and comfortable with joe. that’s how you know she’s thriving again. just look at them

fan18_brq: embraced life in cincy? and that’s a big fuck you to her ex! wack him again for me HAHAH

xoxogossipgirllover: i heard that they'll be at YSL's show tomorrow...watch this space

fan0101: wait…how long have they actually been together because-

fan3939: i need football season to come faster. need her in the stands this year!!! she has such great style

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📍paris, france

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y/n_y/ln: thank you for an amazing night @ ysl 🖤

comments:

y/bsf_21: god damn you look amazing

——— y/n_y/n: i love you 💞

joeyb_9: starry skies 🌌

——— y/n_y/ln: ...starry eyes?

—————— joeyb_9: ....darkest nights?

———————————— fan3010: what are they talking about 🤨

lahjay10_: lookin fly mademoiselle

——— y/n_y/ln: feelin fly uno 😴

fan9393: oh they absolutely ate this up. 10/10 no notes

ysl: thank you both for joining us!

joeyb_9: beautiful as always

——— y/n_y/ln: lover 💘

bengals: 👑 🐅

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📍vogue world

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gridback_news: breaking alert 🚨: y/n spotted looking absolutely stunning at the vogue world fashion show, where rumors are swirling that her boyfriend, joe burrow, is set to make his runway debut alongside friend and fellow nfl star, justin jefferson 🏈✨ sources say y/n is here to cheer joe on as he steps into the world of high fashion for the first time, sharing in what’s sure to be a monumental moment for him. from the field to the runway, this power couple is proving they’re unstoppable 🔥

#vogueworld #joeburrow #yxj #fashionmeetsfootball

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📍pfw

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joeyb_9: with @ vougemagazine doing some new things :)

comments:

y/n_y/ln: i am so so so proud of you joey ❤️

——— joeyb_9: my biggest cheerleader. ilyttmats

—————— fan383: did he...did he just quote "seven"? OH MY GOD HE QUOTED SEVEN

—————— fan29: im going to be sick this is so 🥲

jjetas2: shiesty in all black

samhubbard: nice 😎

fan302: peak couple behavior is the matching loubitans. we're witnessing the couple of the decade y'all. buckle up

y/n_y/ln: put the back away joseph lee there's people around 😦

——— joeyb_9: why don't you come help me out then ;)

—————— y_bsf21: guys...there's people watching

————————— y/n_y/ln: oopsies 🙊

bengals: alright joe! 🐅

killatrav: 🔥

vouge: a natural star 🌟

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📍fashion week

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y/n_y/ln: come here dressed in black now

comments:

joeyb_9: bestest week with l'amour de ma vie

——— y/n_y/ln: 🥹

—————— y/ncollective: joe please keep her this happy im not okay :(

——— fan39: LOVE OF HIS LIFE!! HE SAID LOVE OF HIS LIFE

—————— fan30303: WHAT

taylorswift: love it!!!! you both killed it :)

——— y/n_y/ln: 💗

fan3003: love seeing them happy together! they both deserve this

fan1991: has anyone noticed the black theme/aesthetic she has going on? her last few posts have been…dark

——— fan181.y/n_: wait a second. you’re onto something??

fan111: give me that album now rachel. GIVE IT TO ME.

loverofy/n: girl we need new music. like NOW

fan9339-_: already the most iconic couple we've seen in years.

lahjay10_: y'all killin it 🙂‍↕️

——— y/n_y/ln: we miss youuuu

——— joeyb_9: dinner at our place when we get back?

vouge: a beauty ✨

fan2882: how much y’all wanna bet that her caption is song lyrics

y_bsf21: STUNNER? HOT? JOE MOVE OVER

——— y/n_y/ln: im in tears joe's giving me a frowny face because he feels threatened

—————— y_bsf_21: good.

——— joeyb_9: I will NOT be moving over ma'am

enews: setting the streets of paris on fire as well as all our hearts 💕🥰

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--The End--

stay tuned for you are in love V

[harrysfolklore]

plsss can you make a fake instagram where the reader is a lawyer

you know how to ball, i know aristotle - op81

i really liked how this one turned out ! we love sino oscar 🥰 make sure to leave your feedback

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram greetings from the library 🧐 keeping an eye on my angel boy who started kindergarten (aka formula one) last month

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username2 fellow columbia student right here 🙋‍♀️

↳ yourinstagram omgg we should hang out soon

username3 since when are you into f1 bestie

↳ yourinstagram since i’m dating one of the drivers 🤔

oscarfan1 THIS IS OSCAR’S GF??? SHES GORGEOUS ♥︎ by author, oscarpiastri

username4 i’ve been following for ages now but i just found out that she’s dating a famous athlete 😭

oscarfan2 i was ‪hoping that oscar was single but now that i found out that he has a beautiful AND smart gf i want them to adopt me

logansargeant I’ve been taking care of him in the playground, don’t worry

↳ yourinstagram i wouldn’t expect any less from you

↳ landonorris We haven’t met yet but I’m also taking care of little Oscah ♥︎ by author

↳ landofan1 OFC HE HAD TO COMMENT

↳ yourinstagram well thank you, little lando norris

mclaren When will we see you in papaya gear at a race? 🧡 Ps. The last picture is so real

↳ yourinstagram omg when college stops kicking my ass

↳ oscarfan1 i love her already

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↳ oscarfan2 IM SOBBING THIS IS SO SWEET

↳ yourinstagram i love you 🥺

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oscarpiastri The smile on my face could only mean one thing: It’s home race weekend 🇦🇺

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oscarfan1 BABYYYYY

oscarfan2 he looks so kissable

mclaren Australia’s National Treasure 🧡

oscarfan3 MANIFESTING A PODIUM SO HARD

logansargeant Good luck on your home race bro 🙌 ♥︎ by author

↳ oscarfan1 bestiesss

username1 i’m still waiting for his girlfriend’s paddock debuttt

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↳ oscarfan1 i love them

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↳ landofan1 HES SOOOO😭

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↳ landofan2 OMFGGGGGGGGG

↳ oscarfan2 OSCAR AND YN PADDOCK DEBUT CONFIRMED BY LANDOOOO

↳ oscarfan3 goddd i was praying for this

↳ yourinstagram but can you blame him? ♥︎ by author

↳ username2 I LOVE THIS RELATIONSHIP SM

yourinstagram i can’t wait to see you, squish 🥺 ♥︎ by author

↳ oscarfan1 SQUISH I COULD SOBBBB

↳ oscarfan2 they’re so adorable i can’t do this

↳ oscarpiastri ❤️❤️❤️

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yourinstagram took a break from law school to finally go to my first race 🕺 SO PROUD OF YOU @oscarpiastri

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username1 AWEEE your wag era finally

oscarfan1 QUEEN OF THE PADDOCK ♥︎ by author

carmenmmundt It was so lovely to meet you ✨ ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram likewise beautiful carm 💓

↳ username2 i just want to be one of them

oscarfan2 thank you yn for giving us a weekend of blushy and smiley oscar and the best boyfriend content ever

oscarfan3 COME TO EVERY RACE PLEASEEE

↳ yourinstagram i would love to but i have to get my degree 🥲

mclaren You’re officially a papaya girl now 🧡

username2 they make the best couple ever bc she’s all brains and he’s all muscle ♥︎ by author

landonorris Go get that degree now, I need someone who can get me out of jail for free

↳ landofan1 WHY IS HE LIKE THIS 😭😭

↳ yourinstagram 🫡🫡🫡

username3 she’s stronger than me because is oscar piastri was my bf and i had the chance to travel around the world with him and look pretty u would drop out of college already

↳ yourinstagram just a few months till graduation i can do it okay

↳ oscarfan2 I LOVE HER

oscarpiastri Having you here made this weekend the best ever. I love you ❤️ ♥︎ by author

↳ oscarfan1 BOYFRIEND OSCAR I CANT

↳ username1 why can’t my boyfriend simp for me like this

↳ yourinstagram i loveeee youuuu

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oscarpiastri The perfect home race weekend 🇦🇺 I miss you already @yourinstagram 🤍

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oscarfan1 AWEEEEE

oscarfan2 MY HEART

georgerussell63 I need more of those grandma Piastri cookies ♥︎ by author

↳ danielricciardo Same

↳ username1 LET ME INNNN 😭

mclaren We love Australia 🦘🌏

oscarfan3 yn and oscar shouldn't be separated that's like a crime ♥︎ by yourinstagram

oscarfan4 THE THRID PIC MY HEARTTTT

landonorris Your girlfriend is cooler than you btw ♥︎ by yourinstagram

↳ landofan1 and teammate of the year award goes to lando norris

↳ logansargeant I agree

↳ username2 imagine the entire grid loving you

↳ oscarpiastri You're supposed to be my friend

↳ landonorris And she’s going to be my personal lawyer soon so

↳ yourinstagram 😭😭😭

yourinstagram i love you so much, angel. thank you for this weekend 🥺 ♥︎ by author

↳ username2 their relationship is the purest thing ever

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oscarpiastri Little mid season recharge. Visiting my favorite future lawyer 🤎

tagged: yourinstagram

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oscarfan1 AWEEEEEE

oscarfan2 we love softie oscarrrr

username1 oh to be a columbia student

landonorris My kids ❤️❤️

↳ landofan1 lando is the biggest shooter for this relationship

↳ yourinstagram you’re just two years older than me..

↳ landonorris And? You’re my kids

↳ oscarfan2 I LOVE THEMMMM

username2 yn’s curls are so prettyyyy omg ♥︎ by author

nicolepiastri Our smart girl ! 👩‍⚖️ ♥︎ by author, yourinstagram

↳ oscarfan1 aweee mama piastri

↳ yourinstagram love you 🥺

username3 imagine chilling in the library procrastinating some homework and you turn around and oscar piastri is there

yourinstagram i love you so much squish 🫶 ♥︎ by author

↳ oscarfan1 why are her pet names for him so damn adorable

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yourinstagram i can’t believe it’s my last week here and i’m going to be a real lawyer soon 😳

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username1 GRADUATION IS SOOOON OMG

username2 i’ve been following you since you graduated high school and posted tips about college applications and now you’re about to finish college omg ♥︎ by author

oscarfan1 OMG OSCAR MUST GO TO HER GRADUATION

lilymhe congratulations smart girl 🤍🤍 ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram thank you lovely 🫶

oscarfan2 THE LAST PICTURE IM YELLING

username3 she has the coolest life ever

mclaren Everyone in the papaya department is super proud 🧡

↳ yourinstagram ilysm mclaren admin

logansargeant How come you’re still dating my friend, who barely finished high school 😂 congrats!

↳ yourinstagram he’s cuuuuute 🥺

↳ oscarfan1 oscar’s friends are always dragging him help

↳ landonorris And can’t win a GP

↳ oscarpiastri You surely got confident after Miami, Lando Onewin ♥︎ by author, georgerussell63, alex_albon

↳ landofan1 STOOOOOP😭

oscarpiastri I’m always proud and in awe of you, but specially now 🤍 ♥︎ by author

↳ oscarfan1 I LOVE SIMP OSCAR

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f1updates “My girlfriend graduating from Columbia Law School next week so as soon as the job is done here I’m heading to New York. I’m really proud of here and I wouldn’t miss this moment for anything else.” - Oscar Piastri for SKY Sports

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oscarfan1 OMFG IM CRYING

oscarfan2 smile heart eyes and blush make an appearance again

oscarfan3 he’s super proud you can tell by his eyes

oscarfan4 flexing his lawyer girlfriend as he should

oscarfan5 SO HIGH SCHOOL IS ABOUT THEM

oscarfan6 my definition of a simp

yourinstagram has added to their story

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oscarpiastri My girlfriend is a lawyer 💙

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oscarfan1 I LOVE THISSSSS

oscarfan2 WHAT IF I CRY

username1 that cake is too iconic i need it

georgerussell63 Congrats YN! ♥︎ yourinstagram

oscarfan3 the cake is that tiktok audio 😭😭

nicolepiastri We’re all so proud of you @yourinstagram 👩‍🎓🤍 ♥︎ by author, yourinstagram

↳ oscarfan1 mama piastri loves her they’re getting married

↳ yourinstagram love you! thank you for the unconditional support 🥺

charles_leclerc Well done 👏👏 ♥︎ by yourinstagram

lilymhe 💓💓💓 ♥︎ by yourinstagram

username2 imagine having a columbia degree AND a hot boyfriend i can’t relate

mclaren Our favorite lawyer 🧡 ♥︎ by author, yourinstagram

↳ oscarfan2 the mclaren intern just loves yn

oscarfan4 good time to remind everyone that oscar barely finished high school but he somehow bagged a lawyer girlfriend

landonorris Yooo congrats @yourinstagram I can speed while driving and pass red lights now that I have someone who can get me out or jail for free

↳ landofan1 LANDO PLEASE 😭

↳ yourinstagram please do not do that i beg you

landonorris You’re welcome for the cake idea btw

↳ oscarfan1 I KNEW oscar could never come up with that

↳ yourinstagram so it was you ! huh

↳ oscarpiastru Shhhh

yourinstagram i love you so much ❤️❤️ ♥︎ by author

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yourinstagram you know how to ball, i know aristotle 🤍 proof that we’re both awkward for pictures

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username1 CUTIES

oscarfan1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭

oscarfan2 they really said 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️ ♥︎ by author

mclaren 🧡🧡 ♥︎ by author

oscarfan3 they match each other’s freak

alexandrasaintmleux ❤️ ♥︎ by author

username2 you look so cute together

nicolepiastri My babies 🥺 ♥︎ by author, oscarpiastri

landonorris Hug your girlfriend wtf @oscarpiastri

↳ landofan1 😭😭😭

↳ oscarpiastri Don’t tell me what to do thank you very much

oscarfan4 that lyric is literally THEM

username3 pretty, smart and a swiftie we love to see it

oscarpiastri I’m the trophy boyfriend 🤍 ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 ugh i need a man like him

↳ oscarfan1 exactly oscar know your place

[yooo-lets-go]

Hey! Really love your artstyle (makes me wanna draw more often myself,) and I was wondering what your process in sketching looks like? I’m trying to get into college under art so I can live with my partner on a scholarship.

If you’re not comfortable with sharing, that’s alright. I’m just here to say basically, as a young COD fan, I look up to you 🫶✨

Hey thank you!

Some time ago I posted this explanation of my process:

I also had this general explanation of how I learned to draw:

but you will probably learn all about it in your college anyway, good luck!

And if you (or anyone else) have any questions feel free to message me 🫡

[sweetsuke]

"Madara Mikejima in a maid dress" WHERE IS IT. WHERE IS IT, QINN

I got like a week+ off so I'm finally gonna try to get through my stuff to draw. Wish me luck.

[foreverisntenough]

A Little 'Act II' SMAU

Jude Bellingham x Reader SMAU | Following the 'Act II' fic

( with a slight nod to ‘Ours’ but only for context)

Check out other FIE SMAUs here

🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 PART FOUR | A Bit More 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Y/N.xx Consentida 💅 view all 409 comments…

User09 I like that you never post him in the first three pics as if we’d stop looking after that 😭😭😭 User99 WHAT ABOUT THIS DO YOU TWO THINK IS A SECRET ATP? WhitneySmith I knew you were there but I kept quiet out of loyalty… ↳Judebellingham Cheers Whit 🤝 User85 So you just post him now like this? Bold 😭 User45 Oh okay… she like lives lives with him fr User788 I wasn’t coping well slide 6, then slide 7 came… and then I hit 8 and 9 and I felt genuinely sick. User83 Lowkey want her to drop the filter preset, location, and shoe link. highkey want her gone JudeBellingham Can confirm🪽 Everybody think you shy…👀 ↳ User63I need to lay down every time he comments… ↳ User91 Is no one else clocking the fucking LYRICS here?!? User10 You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore huh? Trentarnold66 photographer of the year award🫡 @/judebellingham ↳Judebellingham I try, I try User45 hun bffr User27 Like… she’s fine. Annoyingly fine. Aesthetic is lethal. I'm mad. Jobebellingham caption should’ve been ‘got to be with the best bellingham’ or sum like that. ↳ Y/N.xx Should I change it? 😏 ↳ JudeBellingham Only if you’re referring to me, angel User01 okay but who are you hun??? Why are you with these boys??? Louis98 Once again… take that kit off 🤬 Louis98 🔴🔵 Allez Paris 🔴🔵 User612 Not to be that person but they’re gonna get married. ↳User323 No. No. No. 😠😠😠 Shut up, shut up, shut up! User87 I can’t do this today. I’m too fragile for this level of confirmation. User051 Okayyyyy spanish mamá 👏👏👏👏 User14 idk who she is but she’s in his kit and that’s power. User000 Still not tagging him? Now Miss Girl…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Make You Smile - D-Block Europe, AJ Tracey🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Winnie.Baby1 No Tantrums 🇪🇸✨ view all 214 comments…

WhitneySmith The fomo has never been more real… 😩😩😩 User50 They’re at his house right? Like that’s his pool? ↳User67 Y/N and Jude so bad at hiding lol ↳User499 Are they really trying though? Y/N.xx Wifey wifey wifey. 🔒 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Hold my hand for life xx Y/N.xx But also delete slide 9 rn… ↳Winnie.Baby1 the people deserve to know you get carried home like a princess User40 Winnie, girl… you’re outing this entire relationship btw… Trentarnold66 You’re literally the queen of tantrums but sure lol… ↳Winnie.Baby1 But am a lot of fun sooo 🤷‍♀️ User56 Every slide is like a new level of ✨soft reveal✨of Y/N and Jude’s relationship. ↳User400 FR like thanks queen! You’re an icon for this. Judebellingham Should I be worried about slide 3? ↳Winnie.Baby1 Very. Jobebellingham Crazy how slide 2 looks like my bros house 👀 User88 Hands were held. Plates were shared. And you think we weren’t gonna find out? DeniseBellingham2 Loved having you sweetheart xx Camavinga You should come with a warning 😵‍💫⚠️ ↳ Aurelientchm Je te l’avais dit, fréro! ↳Y/N.xx Roh ta gueule… 🙄 ↳Trentarnold66 Good luck lads 🫡 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Rude^^^ We just know how to have a good time User400 Jude fangirls just go ahead and jump to slide 9 to cry…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Long week. Good times. Better company. view all 1,543 comments…

Aurelientchm T’es artiste maintenant, fréro? ↳Y/N.xx He wishes… ↳JudeBellingham Don’t need to be, I got one…😏 User34 Be serious bro. The soft launch is over. Trentarnold66 Not a shot you drew on that table 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx He tried tho 🥺 User700 Erm… so posting the same song as her 👀 Tobybishay Delete before they find her User56 Tag your muse bro. Just need to see if this is worth your string of shite performances ↳User81 No face, just vibes and they’re calling it love lol. JobeBellingham Put my mum down 🤬 Winnie.Baby1 Crazy… my friend also was just at Reina Sofia 👀 User30 ok but whoever she is… she’s giving. I’m obsessed. User62 You posted these for what? You’re breaking my heart! I thought we had something! 💔💔 User099 CAMA… 😭 I’m unwell.... Y/N.xx who me? 🪽 ↳JudeBellingham always. User09 Nah we been knew. we just needed the confirmation… User17 Jude… let’s be honest right now. ↳User60 Guys he doesn’t have to confirm everything. Maybe they’re friends. ↳User131 😂😭😂😭😂😭 Girl don’t… WhitneySmith Take good care of her please xx

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📍Home | [🎶Baddies - Aya Nakamura, Joé Dwèt Filé 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Bonjour 🚬 view all 409 comments…

Ritzparis Toujours un bonheur d’être ta maison loin de chez toi, ma chère. ↳Y/N.xx Mon endroit préféré. Des bisous xx ↳User81 AKA her and Jude stayed there 😅 User818 SLIDE 3 is gonna make me cry WhitneySmith I don’t have the vocab to describe her either @/judebellingham ↳Louis98 relou is the word I think of ↳Y/N.xx or beautiful?? User98 she’s letting us see 5% of her soft life and I’m still unwell User342 she’s glowing like she didn't just ruin my non-relationship with my man 💔 Jobebellingham @/judebellingham self absorbed much? ↳Trentarnold66 Coffee with your face on it is a bit much lad User87 this is what it looks like when a situationship turns soft and serious ↳User09 Still don’t think they’re serious… ↳User93 Stay delusional hun it’s the safest xx Aurelientchm Toujours aussi belle toi. Someone finally sorted it out User01 Pause. Zooming in on every single slide. I’m losing it! User45 She’s literally soft-launching his entire existence I fear Winnie.Baby1 Bellingham Baddie 👀👀👀 ↳Y/N.xx Winnie… Don’t. User09 Ok so Jude just happened to be in Paris the same week. right. Total coincidence. Judebellingham Mon ptit ange, t’abuses 😮‍💨 ↳Jobebellingham Bro you did not type this shit 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx So was it @/camavinga or @/aurelientchm 🤨 ↳Camavinga 🫣 ↳Judebellingham Little collab with my g 🤝 User09 That text screenshot is sending me into a spiral omg. Maman103 Home suits you. So does Paris and peace. ↳Louis98 How poetic maman ahah 😂 User24 He’s in her lap and I’m sobbbingggg. Make it stop 😫😫😫 Trentarnold66 kop me a pair of those wb sambas while you’re at it User88 she forgave him and now we all have to live with the subtly all over again User71 she’s so pretty it’s actually offensive and now she’s dating jude?? i’ve had enough.

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📍France | [🎶 Arc de Triomphe -Aminé🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Merci la vie. view all 2,093 comments…

User12 Look at the lighting. The styling. The care. This is a love post disguised as aesthetic User89 Girl’s got him on the road more than Real Madrid does lol K.mbappe Gros son 👍 ↳Y/N.xx Tried to get him to play KYKY2BONDY ↳Judebellingham There’s a line to be drawn, angel…. ↳K.mbappe 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx “faut le salaire de Jude de Brum” doesn’t really have the same flow tho does it… ↳ Aurelientchm Don’t do my bro like this on the internet… even if it’s true 😭 User000 Jude heard international break and said bet I’m off to France for my girl. User238 This loverboy era better come with a 20 goal season lad… 👀 Camavinga Tu connais les bails toi 😤 ↳Judebellingham You lot need to stop commenting in French! I don’t know what you’re saying. Thanks mate. ↳Camavinga Your captions in French teubé. Y/N will translate that one for you bro User511 This is a man trying so hard to not say he’s in love, he had to switch languages User75 He posts like he wants us to know but also wants to protect her 🥺 Louis98 Ignoring the L’Arc song for now… 🤨 User23 Oh she’s definitely behind the camera. Look at that smirk TobyBishay Amor huh? User67 This post is what happens after a 4am apology and a flight direct to CDG Winnie.Baby1 Did you switch your DuoLingo subscription to French? ↳Judebellingham Nah, I got a tutor 😉 User01 Posts 3 hours apart? They think we’re dumb FR 🙄 Y/N.xx Weird how you didn’t post the part where I won 🎱 ↳Judebellingham Thought we agreed what happens on that table stays off the feed… ↳Y/N.xx What happened on that table stays between you and me, hmm? ↳Judebellingham Might need another round though so what you saying 😉 ↳Jobebellingham erm… please take this offline thanks 🤢 User45 her slide said “come find me,” his said “already did.” WhitneySmith Okay, bone structure 👏👏👏 User18 We went from tension to tenderness and i’m just here crying over two people I don’t know 😫😫

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📍Burgundy | [🎶 Her -The American Dawn🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Weekend for the best girl who's going to be the best mama 🥹 view all 409 comments…

User60 They’re having a baby?!?! My head’s on mars… User78 THE TEXTS?!?!?! FROM HIM?!?! I’M GONNA PASS OUT… Judebellingham Slide 5’s unfair. you knew i’d see that and call immediately 😮‍💨 ↳User81 Man said he missed her voice in that screenshot but clearly something else too 👀 ↳Y/N.xx you were already calling x ↳judebellingham Stop playing angel… I got 2 matches then I’ll come find you. ↳ User81 “you were already calling x” “I’ll come find you” STOPPP they're in love. i’m gonna scream User010 if y’all don’t see what’s happening here… baby fever is about to hit the Bellingham house next… ↳ User44 I renounce this. Trentarnold66 Thanks for taking care of my girls! Lucky to have ya auntie xx Maman103 Si beau xx Jobebellingham Guess I didn’t get the look 🙄 Invite me next time for the wine at least. ↳WhitneySmith @/Jobebellingham You could’ve drank for me!! ↳Jobebellingham See! I would’ve been a help if nothing else… User09 Nah this whole post’s just a soft launch of Jude’s future 😂We see the vision Louis98 champagne, carbs and chaos. It’s all very you, ptite sœur. Can't believe @/whitneysmith has to miss out on the bubbles now... User344 He HAD to have been there before camp I know it. WhitneySmith Thank you for the most angelic weekend. How will my baby girl ever top her own shower?? 🥹🥹🥹 User09 Can we please acknowledge that this shower is a literal Vogue spread?? she’s not a regular auntie she’s the auntie User22 No bc why is Jude’s game on in slide 9 💀 Girlie… it’s your besties baby shower! ↳User71 Maybe because the baby daddy was also playing in that game lol… Winnie.Baby1 Going to be the best auntie with me xx ↳Y/N.xx Iconic aunties 🤝 User01 The setting? The soirée?? Whitney’s pregnancy? The soft launch of Y/N’s actual secret life in france?? Give me a minute. Aurelientchm Who knew Burgundy turned up even for baby showers. Congratulations @/Whitneysmith and @/Trentarnold66 ❤️ User93 The way jude is FOAMING in this comment section… baby he’s down bad for you 😭😭😭

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���Burgundy | [🎶 For My Hand - Burna Boy, Ed Sheeran🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others WhitneySmith Dropped T at St. George’s with half my heart and some luggage, then I carried the rest and our baby girl all the way to France, where @/Y/N.xx and @.Winnie.Baby1 gave the most beautiful shower I’ll never forget 🤍 view all 1,093 comments…

User800 WHITNEY IN THAT OFF-THE-SHOULDER DRESS 😭😭 girl you are the Pinterest board Denisebellingham2 The most beautiful mama <3 Y/N.xx Still crying. You are the most beautiful mummy already. There is so much love waiting for this baby. SO beyond easy to celebrate x User45 can someone make a moodboard for this entire baby shower? like urgently Trentarnold66 Most gorgeous mummy in the world already. We’re so lucky you’re ours, baby xx User78 brb adding “curated intimacy” to my pinterest board. you’re not real. User566 The necklace 😩😩😩 Maman103 Ma fille, you were glowing. You deserve every flower, every sip of champagne (well…sparkling juice), and every ounce of this joy ✨ User50 No bc imagine being flown to France, pregnant with TAA’s baby and your best friend is dating Jude Bellingham… like wtf Ma7ell From Club nights to Château showers. What a fucking ride. Gonna be the sickest mum, Whit. My G 🤝 User812 The tablescape. The lemons. The white linens. I am physically unwell from how perfect this is 🫠🍋🤍 Jobebellingham T as in Troy?? ↳Y/N.xx Stop it rn 😭😭😭😭 User72 I need her exact skincare routine and whoever designed this garden party to adopt me Winnie.Baby1 I love you so much it actually hurts 🥹 Thank you for letting us shower you with love. You’re deserve everything. Judebellingham never thought i’d have fomo over a baby shower but here we are ↳Y/N.xx fomo of the shower or of being with me? 👀 ↳Judebellingham Fomo the second I left your side. ↳User02 i’m obsessed with how jude and y/n are just flirting across everyone else’s posts like we can’t see them 😭😭 Louis98 Look beautiful Whit. So happy for you.

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[🎶Life' is Good- Future, Drake🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham On and off the pitch. Focused where it matters most. view all 2,543 comments…

User11 this what a healthy relationship + a midfield pivot w/ Trent does to a man. Footballerfits Those boots are too fresh broski 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 User50 Y/N and Whitney in burgundy. Trent and Jude in England. The math is mathing. ↳User82 While the girls are away the boys’ll play! DeniseBellingham Proud of you xx User10_1 Form is 🔥, drip is sharp, heart is clearly GONE. User40 the green Goyard… did Y/N not have that exact one in her story last week?? i’m SICKKK Trentarnold66 Sick soft launch lad. You're still late for training rn though… User0 wait… the text screenshot… missed who exactly 🤔🕵🏽‍♀️ Y/N.xx Focus on making that next flight pls xx ↳User9o9 WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT ↳JudeBellingham Coming to see you soon. promise i’ll make it up to you properly 👀🛫💭 ↳User45 ok but the way they talk like no one else can read the replies?? like we’re not all RIGHT HERE 😭 User1a6 can’t lie she’s got bro doing IG story drafts & emoji placement. respect. WhitneySmith Tell your girl thanks for carrying me (and this baby) through a dream weekend 💌 User000 This is the most "i’m in love" grid i’ve ever seen. blink twice if she’s holding your phone rn. Tobybishay Bro’s got Amour on the wall again. 0 shame in his game User67 “missed you today” YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY JUDE BELLINGHAM. User66 Lad is carrying england AND emotional damage for the nation rn. Jobebellingham Tell my parents I say hey… User90 is that graffiti in france??? where y/n is right now???? oh we’re locked in User100 JB and TAA sharing the pitch while their girls are playing house in a chateau… cinematic universe levels. User87 Girl has him posting “Amour” on the walls. She’s ruined my midfielder. ↳Y/N.xx two goals in three games is far from ruined 👀 ↳User87 YO wtf!?! 😭😂😭😂 Catching heat from the missus. User311 Future captain energy. Baller on and off.

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📍Heaven | [🎶Real Love Baby - Father John Misty🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others WhitneySmith The best thing We’ve ever done. A whole month with our whole world Teddy Alexander-Arnold 🧸🤍 view all 4,005 comments…

Judebellingham favourite uncle already. don’t test me. 🍼 User29 TRENT HOLDING HER IN THAT PIC 😭😭😭 I CAN’T BREATHE User66 no because I really thought Trent was dating Jude... like actually. Ma7ell you mean to tell me I have to compete with this face for attention now??? Tough. UserA0 I’ve never loved a stranger this much 🥲 Denisebellingham2 She’s perfect, Whitney ��� Better be good to those girls, @/trentarnold66 ↳trentarnold66 Got it 🫡 User49 the LEGS? the CHEEKS? the NAME?? i’m feral. Tobybishay Valid excuse to miss last England match... User81 no like she’s an angel. and she knows it 😇 User7777 So that's why he left Eng camp early... Go on lad 👏 💀 Trentarnold66 My girls 🧸🤍 ↳Judebellingham Daddy like Trent you know 😂😂😂 User190 okay but this post has baby fever written in cursive across it. i’m not well. Winnie.Baby1 SOBBING I’m SOBBING User93 TRENT. HAS. A. BABY. WHO ALLOWED THIS?! WHO?? 😭 ↳User40 He did evidently lol User81_ the way she’s already prettier than all of us. User40 YOOOOOOO TRENT’S A DAD???? AND SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM I’M SCREAMING Y/N.xx I’m sobbing. my entire heart lives in this post 🤍Teddy girl I can’t wait to meet you!! User201 WHITNEY. SHE’S PERFECT. crying actual tears 😭🕊 User8 someone check on Jude. he’s gonna show up in matching outfits with her next week ↳Judebellingham On the next flight fr tho…

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📍With him | [🎶Pretty Face - Tory Lanez🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Pretty. view all 233 comments…

User45 EUGH….just say you're in love and go JudeBellingham That slide is a vio. JudeBellingham Absolutely not, angel… User60 That hand on the waist is POSSESIVE… Winnie.Baby1 oh we’re POSTING-him posting him 😭 UserQB Jude Bellingham has a GIRLFRIEND????? User23 WHO LET HIM BE THIS SOFT?? User87 I feel too hurt by this. I NEED TO GO OUTSIDE RN. WhitneySmith Crying at the song and the pillow marks User500 not the waist grab… this is more tactical than his Madrid debut Jobebellingham Incredible work 🫡 User88 bro went from box-to-box to heart-to-heart 🥲 User922 THE WAIST PIC. THE PILLOW PIC. THE HANDS. I’m not okay. User56 …the pillow imprint? oh he sleeps THERE? I’m crying. TobyBishay Nah. This boy is finished. User60 deleting my account. UserNA NOT THE HANDS ON HER WAIST NO NO NO User91 I’m gonna throw up this is so intimate K.Mbappe Tu fous quoi en Bourgogne, frère? Bondy c’est au-dessus 💅 @/judebellingham ↳User111 Not Kyky in the her comments ↳Y/N.xx Better people 😉 ↳K.Mbappe pfft. User888 Now girl... the location is rude. User37 this is the type of love that ruins you for life User1 the handhold. the way she LOOKS at him. I can’t do this. User723 This is the softest man in football history I fear. Trentarnold66 Tell your boy to respond to my message. Tryna contact my child's uncle and he's gone rogue... what time do you lot land? User84 this man flew to France to be soft. we’ve lost him User101 they’re the kind of couple that shares headphones and don’t speak for hours 😩

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[🎶Eleven - Khalid, Summer Walker🎶]

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🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 Part 5 ⇨ Not Done Yet 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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LEE KNOW EMETO LEE KNOW EMETO LEE KNOW EMETO LEE KNOW EMETO LEE KNOW EMETO….good talk!

I gotcha 💪🏽🫡

So... I had to take a little break off of 'Breaking point' (too much hospitals in my real life rn lmao) and I ended up writing this instead!

Something a little lighter, a little funnier, a little sweeter 💕🙂‍↕️

Plus, the amount og LK emeto requests has been insane (love it), so I hope this will be able to satisfy some of the many sickfic hungry souls out there! 🤣✨

Thank you again for your patience🫶🏽 (and yes, the breaking point finale will be finished one day. I am not abandoning it🫡)

Alt Title I thought of for this: Han Jisung and the philosophers fever ✨🤣

Domestic Delirium

Sickie: Lee Know

Caretaker/s: Han

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It all started with Minho insisting he was fine. 

Literally. He didn’t even lead with a hello, a good morning, anything… 

He just started the day with just that dumb little phrase, "I'm fine", the tone in his voice almost defensive. 

Things didn’t usually go well when Minho started the day insisting he was fine above everything else. He’d shown up to dance practice looking unnaturally pale, his eyes a little sunken, and his posture hunched. 

Everyone saw it, the way he held himself whenever he thought no one was looking, but no one dared say anything. Not at first.

Within the second hour of practice, Minho was looking worse by the minute. He was visibly shaking, doubling over between songs and breathing through gritted teeth. His steps were heavier, less precise, and it looked like he was barely holding on by a thread. 

Of course they could tell he wasn’t ‘fine’. Jisung could tell, and he could see the way Chan never let the poorly member out of his sight. 

When Minho finally cracked, sprinting to the trash can and heaving his breakfast into it during a run-through of ‘Walking On Water’, there was no use for him to keep resisting. 

While the music effectively drowned out the sound of his misery, Chan approached Jisung with the four sacred words that would seal the rest of their day:

“Take him home. Now.” 

—

The drive back to their dorm was a blur of muffled groaning and retching. Minho’s forehead pressed against the cooling window, a sick bag clutched in his hands, beads of sweat trailing down the side of his face…

Jisung sat beside him, rubbing his back in a feeble attempt to offer some measure of comfort while he sent increasingly dramatic texts to the group chat. 

The heat radiating off the dancer made Jisung’s skin crawl, and he couldn’t even begin to fathom how Minho had been standing upright at all. 

[12:47 PM] Jisung: he is so not okay [12:47 PM] Jisung: Lino hyung is melting

[12:48 PM] Chan: MELTING??  [12:48 PM] Jisung: okay maybe not literally [12:48 PM] Jisung: but like… emotionally, spiritually [12:48 PM] Jisung: and a little physically too I think 

[12:49 PM] Jeongin: Y i k e s [12:49 PM] Hyunjin: …good luck with that 

[12:52 PM] Jisung: oof he threw up again [12:52 PM] Jisung: driver does NOT look happy bout it 

[12:55 PM] Jisung: he’s really got one hell of a fever [12:55 PM] Seungmin: is he talking in riddles yet

[12:56 PM] Jisung: no not yet [12:56 PM] Jisung: I’ll let you know when he does

[12:58 PM] Jeongin: I wonder if he’ll theorise about overthrowing the government again.

-

By the time they arrived at their dorm, Minho was barely able to stand upright, hanging off Jisung like melting wax on a candlestick. 

Jisung fumbled with the key in the lock while he tried to keep them both balanced, muttering. “Hold on a a little longer, hyung…” 

Once the door finally clicked open, the two of them stumbled across the threshold. 

Jisung quickly steadied Minho to the best of his ability, catching him just as his knees buckled slightly beneath him. With a quiet huff of effort, Jisung kicked the door shut behind them and guided Minho to sit down in a chair.

The dorm was quiet, aside from the faint hum of the fridge and the gentle whir of the ceiling fan above. It was entirely different from the chaos of practice, and Minho felt like the serenity alone could put him to sleep right then and there. 

But sleep wasn’t a luxury he could afford just yet.

“I swear, hyung…” Jisung muttered, his voice tight with a mixture of concern and frustration. “if you pull something like that again, I’m gonna have to duct tape you to your bed.” 

There was something disturbingly genuine about the threat, as if Jisung had already planned it out in detail.

Through his fevered gaze, Minho really couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. 

It felt far too niche and specific to be a simple jest, and the more Minho looked at Jisung, the more he realised how dead serious he appeared to be. He managed a half-hearted scoff.

“Are you threatening me…” Minho slurred, blinking up at Jisung sluggishly. “Or offering to redecorate?”

“Both.” Jisung replied instantly, deadpan, not even a shred of hesitation in his voice. 

Minho frowned, though it was weak and tired, barely more than a twitch. His mind felt too foggy to think straight, but the sincerity in Jisung’s voice had a strange, unnerving weight to it. “You wouldn’t…”

Jisung’s expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “Don’t test me, Lee Minho.”

Minho didn’t know whether he was supposed to be scared, amused, or both. His lips twitched in what might’ve been a weak attempt at a smirk.

“Hmmm… Maybe I’ll like it.”

Jisung rolled his eyes, his resolve cracking just enough for a small smile to grace his lips. “Oh my god.. shut. up.”

Minho kind of wanted to laugh, but his breath only came out in a soft, pained sigh. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than how sick he felt; how much he was shaking, and how completely his stomach seemed to have turned on him.

With an exasperated sigh, Jisung knelt down, slipping off Minho’s shoes one at a time. The older of the two sat in silent compliance, watching his roommate with an unreadable expression. He just wanted to sleep.

“Come on..” Jisung said, holding out his hands toward Minho once he was done. “To the couch we go.”

Once Minho was safely situated on the couch, Jisung tucked a soft blanket around his legs, ensuring the warmth would seep into his chilled body without worsening the fever. "Good?"

A hum of acknowledgement left Minho's throat, the shivers running down his spine making his teeth chatter. The room felt colder than usual, the air too still, but the blanket was a small comfort.

“Wait here.” Jisung commanded, standing back up. “I’ll go get you some water.”

Minho just groaned in response, folding his arms over his chest and letting his eyes slip shut.

Where would I even go, he thought bitterly.

-

Jisung didn’t just get water. 

Once he got to the kitchen, he got preoccupied, his mind traveling a million miles an hour. Alongside the water, Jisung grabbed some medicine, a bucket, and brewed up a cup of soothing peppermint tea. 

It took a little longer than just grabbing some water would have, but at last, he was pleased with his efforts. With a concentrated look on his face, he returned to the living room. 

“Iriiinooo-… oh” Jisung stopped dead in his tracks once he rounded the corner to see Minho lying on the floor, his feet elevated on the couch. “…..What are you doing?”

“Watching a movie.”

Jisung blinked. The TV was on behind him, sure, but Minho’s eyes were very clearly fixed on the ceiling.

“Okay..” Jisung approached him carefully, immediately sensing that something wasn’t right. “Watching a movie in the ceiling..?”

Minho huffed. “I have a very impressive imagination…” he retorted, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Jisung raised an eyebrow, then nodded slowly. “Right. Or you’re hallucinating…” he muttered the last part under his breath, crouching down beside him and brushing a few stray locks of hair off Minho’s forehead. 

He really was burning up…

Minho made a weak sound of protest, but Jisung managed to get him back up on the couch without too much of a hassle. 

A bit of effort and a knee accidentally kicked into Jisung’s chest later, Minho finally fell asleep, entirely knocked out cold across the cushions. 

Jisung decided to update the others. 

[2:39 PM] Jisung: I have wrestled the tiger  [2:39 PM] Jisung: think he may have bruised my rib  [2:39 PM] Jisung: But he’s finally asleep. Mission accomplished. He is still very hot though

[2:40] Felix: simp  

[2:41] Jisung: fever Felix he’s feverish 

[2:42] Felix: …. [2:42] Seungmin: …. [2:42] Jeongin: ….

[2:43] Jisung: ok I get it guys you can stop now 

[2:44] Hyunjin: simp <3 [2:44] Felix: :) <3

-

With Minho conked out on the couch, Jisung decided it was probably the right time to try his luck in the kitchen.

The plan was rice porridge. The kind of simple dish his mom always made him when he was sick as a kid. Gentle on the stomach. Hopefully edible, if everything went according to plan. 

Jisung stood over the stove, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the tip of his tongue poking out slightly as he stirred around the pot. 

Cooking had never been his forte, and taking care of a sick hyung wasn’t exactly in his wheelhouse either. But Jisung was determined, stubbornly so, to do what he could.

As steam curled around his fingers, he sniffed the air and nodded to himself. The smell was… promising. Bland, but warm, not burnt. 

That was a big win in his book.

Jisung was carefully ladling the porridge into a bowl, chewing on his lip in concentration when someone’s voice-undoubtedly Minho’s- startled him.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

Jisung froze, the ladle slipping from his grasp and clattering back into the pot. 

For a split second, a wave of fear washed over him. 

That didn’t sound like the kind of feverish muttering Minho had been doing at the walls earlier. 

That was directed at something, or someone.

Was there someone else there? Had someone snuck in? No, he would’ve heard-

Heart racing, Jisung bolted out of the kitchen, a spoon clutched in his hand like a some sort of makeshift weapon. “Hyung?”

He skidded to a stop the moment he reached the hallway, taking in the sight before him. 

There was Minho, teetering unsteadily on his feet, one hand braced against the wall, the other raised in a confrontational gesture. He was glaring down the entryway like he’d discovered an intruder.

Only there was no intruder.

There was only a coat rack. 

And Minho himself, who was apparently descending to madness under the weight of his rising fever.

Jisung’s jaw went slack as he watched Minho stagger forward, pointing accusingly at the unsuspecting piece of furniture.

“Don’t think I’ll let this slide..” 

Oh my god. 

“Lino-hyung…” Jisung began, making his presence known. But Minho didn’t even spare him a glance, too busy staring down the coat rack like it owed him money. 

Jisung glanced at the coat rack; unmoving and just as inanimate as ever before. “What’s…” 

“He started it.” 

“Hyung, that’s a coat rack.”

“Don’t patronise me. He insulted my mother.”

“Oh, that’s…” Jisung bit his lip, unsure whether to laugh or be alarmed. Probably both. 

He took a careful step closer, almost like he was approaching a cornered animal. “That sucks. But let’s not pick fights right now, okay? You’re too sick…”

Minho wobbled a bit on his feet, eyes still fixed firmly on his new nemesis as if the spindly hooks were loading up to swing at him. “I can take him.” He protested. 

“I’m sure you could, babes.” Jisung assured him gently, though his voice cracked with a hint of disbelief. “But I think we better get back to the couch before it calls for backup.”

“Hmmm.” Minho frowned deeply, unmoving. “‘don’t trust him…” 

“Good instinct." Jisung commented. "But let’s interrogate him further when you’re feeling better, yeah?” He looped an arm around his delirious hyung’s back and began steering him away. 

Minho didn’t resist, but he kept glancing over his shoulder like the coat rack might come for him the second he turned his back. 

“Acoat Rack… weird name… Is he not from here?” Minho slurred his questions like his lips were having a hard time parting.

"Uuuhhh, no, I think he's..." Jisung paused, glancing back at the poor piece of furniture, who had been deemed an enemy despite its innocence. "Swedish."

He was pretty sure they had bought it from IKEA, at least.

Minho hummed solemnly in agreement. "Checks out... y'know him?"

Jisung just shrugged meekly.

“I've seen him around.”

-

As they passed by the kitchen, Jisung’s gaze drifted over to Minho’s face just in time to see his expression shift.

There was a subtle crease in his brow, a sudden tightness around his lips that had taken Jisung’s years to discern. It was almost imperceptible to most, but he knew Minho well enough to catch it.

Oh no. 

Jisung’s heart dropped. He knew that look all too well. It was the look that told him Minho was about to hurl, and time was sparse. 

“Hyung, no—” Jisung’s voice was sharp and he yanked Minho’s arm, urgency lacing his tone. He swirled them around in a one-eighty, instantly discarding the initial plan of returning to the couch. 

Minho blinked sluggishly as he swivelled around, a guttural sound reverberating up his throat in response. 

“Crap.” Jisung hissed under his breath. 

“Bathroom. Lino-hyung, bathroom—” He said urgently, grabbing onto the sick dancer’s arm and pulling him in the right direction.

Jisung kicked down the bathroom door and hauled Minho inside with all the strength he could muster. He barely had time to guide the latter over to the toilet before the floodgates opened. 

It wasn’t as seamless as Jisung would have wished for. The first round of sick spilled halfway across the tiled floor and the toilet rim itself, but fortunately, most of it was contained. 

Jisung exhaled sharply through gritted teeth, placing a hand on Minho’s back in his best attempt to offer some support despite feeling entirely out of his depths. “Aigoo…”

The sickening, wet sound of vomit splashing in water filled the bathroom, and Jisung frowned deeply as Minho hugged onto the toilet, coughing and spluttering.

His body shook with each heaving breath, but Jisung stayed close, murmuring reassurances he wasn’t even sure Minho could hear.

“It’s okay, hyung… I’m here, just breathe.” Jisung said quietly, rubbing his hand in slow, soothing circles across Minho’s sweaty back. 

Minho groaned pitifully once the vomiting subsided, and Jisung’s heart broke a little more with each laboured breath and groan that left him.

“That’s it…” Jisung breathed out softly, brushing some hair out of Minho’s sweaty face. He flushed the toilet and shifted a little, guiding Minho to lean against the wall. 

The dancer sagged against it bonelessly, almost like his body was made of dough, and Jisung scowled deeply as he studied his sickly complexion. 

Minho’s skin was even paler than before, sweat dotting his forehead, and his eyes dazed and glassy with fever.

Jisung’s voice was soft and steady as he spoke again, rubbing a hand up and down Minho’s arm to rouse him. “I’ve got you, Irino. It’s okay. We’re almost done, yeah? Just hang on a little longer.”

Minho managed a small nod, and Jisung quickly stood, grabbing a damp washcloth from the sink before returning right back to the sick man’s side.

He wiped Minho’s face carefully, trying to offer whatever solace he could, even though it felt like a small gesture in the midst of it all.

Minho looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy. “‘Made a mess…” he muttered shakily. 

Jisung’s lips twitched up in a reassuring smile. “Yeah, you sure did.” He admitted, inwardly cringing as he cast a quick glance at the mess that still coated the floor and toilet. “But it’s okay.. don’t worry about that… I’ll clean it.”

Minho furrowed his brows and gave a small, dubious grunt. 

Jisung paused his ministrations, retracting his hand from Minho's face. “Hey, be nice.” he warned, already sensing what was going through the dancers head. “Don’t you dare doubt me..”

Minho just narrowed his eyes a little, gazing at him skeptically as he slowly, very slowly slid further down the wall. 

Jisung raised his brows, incredulous and indignant as he watched Minho distrust him. Silently, but unmistakably so. 

After everything he had done for him?!

“Hyung, I know how to clean!” Jisung protested, his voice a little too much of a whine. Minho still didn’t look convinced.

He had to grit his teeth to keep from defending himself further. Now wasn’t the time to argue about his cleaning skills. Not when Minho was at the brink of collapse. 

Instead, Jisung slowly exhaled through his nose and grabbed Minho by the shoulders, pulling him forward until his feverish forehead bumped against his shoulder. “Let’s just get you back to the couch, okay? Don’t worry about the mess..”

-

Minho had quieted down for a while after the bathroom incident, his stomach a little more settled, and a faint rosy colour finally returning to his cheeks. 

After cleaning up the spillage and getting Minho wrapped into a human burrito on the couch, Jisung had finally went back to fetch the porridge.

It was still warm enough, and the smell remained just as underwhelming and plain. 

Unfortunately, his attempts at coaxing the sick man to eat didn’t make it very far. He tried, at first, but Minho’s feverish mind had other plans.  

Jisung was, for the lack of better word, silenced. 

Food was of least importance when Minho’s mind spiralled into feverish, philosophical wormholes. 

It had started with something about the moon and its significance in Minho’s life. “I’m the moon, Jisungie.” he had said, and Jisung gave him a hesitant thumbs up in return. 

Time moved at a snail’s pace, Minho kept blabbering nonsense, and Jisung felt like his brain was going to melt out of his ears any second now. 

“-so I couldn’t touch it, because it was blue and not spiky enough to be significant…”

Minho had been rambling on in a feverish frenzy for the better part of the last hour, and Jisung had long since stopped paying attention to his words. 

He sat on the floor, back against the couch, spoon in one hand and the now fully cold porridge bowl balanced on his knee. 

Minho had eaten a total of maybe four spoonfuls of it in between his effusions, but that was enough for now. It was better than none at all. 

Now, as Minho continued spilling his every thought, Jisung could only nod along, staring dead ahead like he was dissociating mid-shift at an underpaid customer service job.

Jisung had deliberately stopped listening after Minho declared that one of his cats harboured the soul of an ancient Chinese emperor. 

According to him, Doongie had ‘a very commanding aura’, and ‘once knocked over a candle during Lunar New Year, which was symbolic.’

Jisung had simply nodded and moved on with his life.

Listening to a feverish Minho was like listening to an introvert after one too many beers— low filter, and every little thought leaking out in a consistent flow. 

Once he started his delirious ramblings, he became a one man podcast with no concept of time... or anything, really. 

“Jisung-ah.” Minho said softly, breaking through Jisung’s trance and making him turn his head towards him, blinking slowly to recalibrate. 

“Did you know a shrimp’s heart is in its head?”

Jisung stared at him, feeling his very last brain cell slowly dissolve into the sea of nonsense and oddly specific facts Minho had been spewing for the past hour.

Minho stared back, waiting expectantly, as if this fact was of critical, life-altering importance.

“Hyung.” Jisung said, deadpan and admittedly, maybe a little impressed. He’d heard the fact about shrimps before, somewhere, but it had long since slipped from his brain.

How Minho remembered it, even when deathly ill, was beyond him. “You’re… how do you just know stuff like that?”

Minho let out a small, breathy laugh that quickly devolved into a soft groan as his stomach cramped again. “The little man in my brain must’ve Googled it… he does that sometimes.”

Jisung furrowed his brows, letting out a resigned sigh as he resumed his spot with his back against the couch. His brain was completely fried.

“Right. The little man…” he muttered softly, reaching his hand back to check Minho’s temperature again, pressing his fingers to his forehead.

Still burning hot. Still very much not in his right mind. 

This was going to be a long day.

-

When Minho didn’t say anything for a while, maybe that should have been a red flag in of itself. But honestly, Jisung was too blissed out by finally having some peace, that he couldn’t bring himself to break the silence.

Then, the first sound came, loud and demanding of both their attention. 

Grrrgggrrnk.

Jisung slowly turned his head to look at Minho, eyes blown wide with concern. “Was that your—“

Minho's stomach answered for him before he could even finish the question.

GrrRRnnnkkk-GUHHHR.

The rumbling was loud enough to be alarming, and Jisung was already reaching for the bucket he’d placed on the end of the couch as Minho winced, clearly uncomfortable.

The older man had curled up into the most pathetic looking croissant Jisung had ever laid eyes on. 

He was lying on his side, knees drawn slightly up toward his chest, one arm slung over his eyes while the other clutched at his stomach like it had personally betrayed him. 

“Hyung?” Jisung turned to fully face Minho as he laid a hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles into it with his thumb. The bucket was secured in his lap, just in case.  “Are you okay?” 

“The revolution…” Minho let out a pained sigh, not bothering to open his eyes. “‘y stomachs singing the song of its people…”

Jisung scoffed at that. “Well… It’s a terrible singer, then.” He declared earnestly.

And he meant it, too. If Minho’s stomach truly was singing, then it would have to be somewhere within the genre of deathcore, that was for sure.

Minho huffed out a short “Rude”, but the tension in his face betrayed his agony, and it made Jisung’s heart ache. He shifted closer and moved his fingers to brush tenderly against Minho’s feverish cheek. “Seriously… are you okay?” He tried again. 

Minho stilled for a moment, tense, then let out a strained sigh. “…no.”

It was such a simple, defeated answer. Just no. It strayed so far from the usual ‘I’m fine’ display Minho put up that it made Jisung’s chest tighten with concern. 

“Jesus… you’re being honest, you must be feeling really bad..” Jisung remarked incredulously, trying to bring a little light to the situation.

But then he paused, his concern deepening when Minho winced, curling further in on himself. “Does it hurt?” 

Minho gave a small, barely-there nod. 

Jisung scowled, taking in the fresh sheen of sweat that beaded across Minho’s forehead. “Where? Just cramping or…?”

Minhos response was delayed, as if his brain was working in slow motion all of a sudden, rather than conjuring up an array of unhinged ideas. 

“All of it.. ’s like… tight, and sharp… and-“ Minho broke off, scrunching his face up with a groan. “Just.. hurts.”

As if to confirm, his stomach let out a miserable, squelching sound of protest. 

The younger man winced in sympathy, and Minho let out a whimpering noise that hit Jisung like an actual punch in the gut. 

“Oh, baby…” he whispered breathlessly, eyes betraying his conflict as he desperately wracked his mind for any way to help.

Jisung grabbed the blanket that had slid off Minho’s body and carefully pulled it back up, tucking it in gently around his shoulders. 

Then, almost without thinking, he reached his hand under the blanket and laid it lightly over Minho’s—right where it was pressing into his stomach.

At first, Minho froze at the sudden contact, but the tension ebbed quickly. He twisted his torso slightly, just enough to allow Jisung better access to the aching spot.

It wasn’t just permission, but a silent plea for help. 

“Tell me if it hurts too much..” Jisung murmured, eyebrows pulled together in concentration. As he shifted closer, readjusting his hand, Minho nodded faintly in return.

Jisung began to rub, careful and deliberate, hoping to provide if only just a shred of relief. The tension beneath his palm was impossible to ignore; taunt muscles pulsing with each wave of discomfort. 

Jisung moved his hand in small circles, his touch gentle, as though he was afraid he’d start a new uproar if he wasn’t tactful enough. He probably would, too.

At first, the effort seemed fruitless, but then… Minho’s breathing eased, his face relaxed, and a small, quiet sigh escaped his lips.

That was all the motivation Jisung needed to keep going. He continued the small massage, patient and resolute, until his own hand started cramping in protest.

Eventually, Jisung had to stop, flexing his fingers with a soft wince. He listened in on Minho’s breathing; steadier now, easier. 

“Better?” He whispered, hopeful.

A gentle ‘Mhm..’ was all he got in return, low and tired, but he was pleased with that.

Jisung nodded softly, relief settling across his face. “Good..” 

He let his hand linger on Minho’s stomach a moment longer, soaking in the warmth. Then, slowly, he withdrew. “You should try to get more sleep, baby.. It’ll help...”

Minho paused, still and quiet, like he was debating whether to surrender to sleep or to resist, just so he could bask in Jisung’s comfort a little longer…

At last, Minho patted the couch lightly. It was a wordless gesture, a quiet request, but it was received loud and clear. 

Without hesitation, Jisung climbed onto the couch and stretched out beside him, propping himself up on his elbow. He decidedly stayed atop of the blanket, as the feverish heat radiating off Minho was more than enough to keep him warm.

Jisung reached his free hand up to run through Minho’s damp hair once more, watching the dark strands sluice past his fingers like threads of silk.  

Minho was facing him, but his chin was tucked in, so Jisung could only see him from above. A rare vantage point, honestly.

His eyes flitted over the details of Minho’s face; the dark lashes brushing against pale cheeks, the sharpness of his nose, the red flush that had settled high on his cheekbones.

Jisung stilled for a moment. He studied Minho’s face intently, like he was either a piece of art, or some otherworldly, horrific entity. 

To Jisung, Minho had always been a fine mix of both, anyways.

But now, on top of all that, he just looked.... miserable. 

Jisung hated that.

He hated seeing his best friend so washed out and pitiful, entirely stripped of his usual energy and charisma. 

In place of a mischievous smirk, a permanent scowl had carved its way into Minho’s lips, and where there was usually a snarky remark, only the faintest whimper tucked between clenched teeth. 

It left Jisung feeling lost, helpless and frustrated with his inability to ease Minho’s discomfort. 

If only he had some magical way to make it all vanish… like in the wizarding world of Harry Potter, where the flick of a wand or a whispered incantation could miraculously wipe away the pain.

But unfortunately, this wasn’t fantasy. There were no potions, no magical spells to serve as a miraculous quick fix. 

Just Jisung, with a head full of hopes and wishes that Minho would wake up tomorrow feeling more like himself again.

“‘bet you’ll cry t’most at my funeral…” came the raspy voice from below, pulling Jisung from his thoughts. He could’ve sworn Minho had finally drifted back to sleep, but today truly seemed to be a day of surprises. 

Jisung's hand paused in Minho’s hair as he blinked down at him, expression caught somewhere between disbelief and exasperation.

“Yah… Don’t say stuff like that.” He chided, a pout forming on his lips. He reached down and gave Minho a half-hearted flick on the forehead. 

Well, flick was generous. It was more of a gentle tap, really.

Minho already looked so despondent and small, Jisung had no intention of making it worse. The sentiment behind the gesture still stood, anyways. 

Minho merely hummed a flat note in return.

 

Jisung sighed deeply. “You’re probably right, but..” he hesitated, considering his words. “I’d rather not think about your funeral… You’re not going anywhere. Not for a long time.” 

“‘Dunno that…” Minho retaliated, exhaling through his nose. “Tick, tock, tick, tock…”

Ah, there it was. That familiar dark humour, always tinged with just the right amount of dramatics. Grim, yes— but so very Minho. 

And honestly?

If Jisung was to endure another day with this scrappy version of his Minho, at least there was some comfort in knowing that not all of his usual attributes had been burned away with the fever. 

“Stop being so dramatic..” Jisung said softly, allowing his hand to resume its ministrations through Minho’s hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

It was already a tight fit with both of them on the couch, but Minho shifted himself closer anyway, drawn to the comfort like a moth to a flame. 

Though truthfully, if anyone was the flame in this moment, it was Minho, who was as still radiating heat like a furnace.

They lay there, tangled in silence.

Jisung’s thoughts kept drifting, skipping through the day’s events in no particular order. The knowledge that he needed to get Minho some medicine kept nagging at him, but he pushed the thought aside for the time being. 

Right now, this—his presence, their closeness—would have to suffice. 

Jisung wasn’t above a few stolen cuddles either, and while it broke his heart to see Minho in pain, being the one to hold him through it felt like a small blessing.

It was still early in the evening, but as Minho’s soft breaths ghosted warm against his chest, Jisung could feel the drowsiness begin to settle in his bones. 

With a tap on his phone, the living room was dimmed to a golden hush, and Jisung settled in. He held Minho a little tighter, grounding himself in the weight, in the familiar scent of his shampoo, and the hope that tomorrow would be better than today. 

Jisung’s eyes strayed towards the hallway before they closed, quietly making a mental note to move the coat rack out of sight next time.

Just in case.

-END-

Bonus: Sometime the next day

[11:44 AM] Jisung: I think his fever is going down  [11:44 AM] Jisung: he’s been sleeping a lot though which is good I think  [11:44 AM] Jisung: but he tried starting a fight with the coat rack yesterday

[10:45 AM] Seungmin: come again??

[10:46 AM] Jisung: yea it was pretty bad

[10:48 AM] Jisung: oh and he thought the police was coming for him this morning  [10:48 AM] Felix: police????  [10:48 AM] Jisung: yup. he heard the microwave beeping

[10:49 AM] Jeongin: I'm not seeing the connection..

[10:50 AM] Jisung: idk he thought it was a siren ig

[10:51 AM] Chan: unbelievable [10:51 AM] Chan: anyways. I’ll be dropping by your place with some soup around lunchtime :)   [10:51 AM] Chan: take care until then. you've done good, Hannie <3

[crescencestudio]

What would the LIs be like while grocery shopping with MC? And which would be their aisle of choice.

as a disclaimer both of our fae LIs don't grocery shopper LOL but for the sake of the ask i'll pretend.

✨ Grocery Shopping with the LIs

Kayn: likes to wander down the aisles and take their time. picks out all the new stock or seasonal items that the grocery store has. fave aisle is the local section that has like produce and stuff from nearby

Druk: balanced shopper. if u r the type to get a bunch of snacks, he'll make sure there's some nutritious food there to balance it out and vice versa. fave aisle is prob protein aisle i just know he'd go crazy w the protein powder and bars and stuff LXOSOOS

Fenir: not an avid grocery shopper. just kinda gets the bare basics and leaveslxlsls. mostly likes premade food and simple ingredients that r easy to cook. fave aisle is the energy drink section 💀

Etza: awkward shopper. doesn't rly know what to get or buy. ends up just getting a lot of snacks and ingredients that will def go to waste bc they don't end up cooking themlzsosoos. fave aisle is the candy and tea aisles

Kuna'a: impulsive shopper. he literally just be throwing shit in the basket LMZLSLA. good luck making the ingredients work soldier 🫡. fave aisle is prob frozen pizza

Aisa: takes the longest effing time to decide on ingredients. just blankly stares at them like 🫥 mentally debating which ones would go best together for ur next meals. fave aisle is fresh produce but u shouldn't take them there. they will spend hours trying to decide which produce is freshest

[silentgrim]

I PASSED!!!!!

taking drivers ed this week

[thatfanfictionchick]

Unfortunately for the lot of you, I live!

Most shocking of all, I return with ✨devil dicking✨

@dreameffectss @dream-effect Please accept this very late entry into your Valentine's Collab 🫡

Leraye: Keraunophilia - sexual pleasure derived from thunder and/or lightning

Stolas: Pecattiphilia - sexual pleasure derived from performing an act one believes to be sinful or makes them feel guilty

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f!MC, Stolas, Leraye

Rating: 18+; Explicit

Warnings: bound mc; blindfolded mc; vaginal fingering; double vaginal penetration;

Word count: 1629

Notes: I used the name I use in-game (Cassie) but otherwise didn't use any descriptors for the MC.

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Cassie heard their voices before they arrived. It wasn’t difficult: Leraye was always boisterous and Stolas was always equally loud in his attempts to tell the other devil off. They’d both been louder than usual since morning, when dark heavy clouds had begun to gather in the horizon and slowly drift towards the castle of Gehenna.

She squirmed as their voices grew louder. She wondered how they’d react to-

“-a menace everywhere you go!” The door flew open and Stolas’s voice came with it, mid-rant at Leraye. Leraye laughed, the sound abruptly stopping as the two devils spotted her.

She knew it had been the right call asking Eligos for help. He had picked out the prettiest ribbons, winding them around her limbs and using them to tie her up, helpless, in the middle of the room, her arms suspended above her head. Then he’d carefully wrapped one around her neck, looping it down to caress her breasts, and tying a dainty bow at her throat. More ribbons wrapped around her legs, two bows with pretty streamers at the top of both thighs. Then he had gently blindfolded her, arranging the satin fabric carefully over her ears.

Of course, then he’d kissed her stupid. His slender fingers worked between her legs until she moaned loudly, convulsing as she came, before cheekily wishing her good luck and vanishing. She couldn’t be sure how long ago that had been. Long enough that she’d started to develop an ache between her shoulders, so she was certainly glad that her intended parties had finally arrived.

Leraye whined. She’d know that sound from him anywhere. Being blind had made cause for her other senses to pick up the slack and she heard feet move towards her. Stolas made a noise exactly like one would expect from an angry bird and hissed “Dammit, close the door first!”

“Cassieee~” Leraye must have come around because she felt his hands skip lightly over her breasts before caressing her face, his body pressing against her as he pulled her into a heated kiss. A moment later Stolas’s hands joined, tracing over the lines of her back before he reached around to grope her breasts. Leraye’s hands were cooler, and Stolas’s hands were warmer and rougher, probably because he was always getting himself into far more fights.

“You made it~” Cassie cooed, her voice trailing into a whimper as Stolas slid one hand down between her legs, parting her sex to feel the wetness gathered there. His soft laughter against her shoulder made her shiver and he bit down, easing his fingers inside her. She moaned into Leraye’s mouth as he kissed her again, his fingers teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. For a while it was just that: their bodies pressing on her from either side, roaming hands stroking and pinching and thrusting and–at some point Leraye had joined Stolas between her legs, his cool fingers working her clit, his other hand having lifted her leg and holding her open for their combined assault. He ducked his head, careful not to poke either her or Stolas with his horn, and sucked a nipple into his mouth, the piercing through his tongue rolling sinful circles around it. Stolas gripped her chin and turned her head, claiming her lips in a messy kiss. Her back arched and she whined into his mouth, trembling as they brought her to a toe-curling orgasm.

“Aw,” Stolas teased, grinding his erection against the swell of her ass. “Were you that neglected, girlie?”

“Big talk for a guy taking advantage of someone who’s all tied up,” Cassie bit back breathlessly. She felt his cock throb against her and she smiled, leaning in blindly to find his lips. “I can’t even see and here you are with your fingers inside me? Tut tut, Stolas~”

Stolas growled and pulled away, but the rustling of fabric told her exactly what he was doing. Leraye giggled and gripped her hip with one hand, his other still holding her leg up, as if to keep her steady for what was coming. Then Stolas’s hands were on her, one gripping where her thigh met her pelvis and the other pushing on her lower back, forcing her to arch and open herself up even more. The hot, thick head of his cock caught at her dripping entrance and she inhaled sharply. “Ah, but I’m so helpless–”

She wanted to tease him some more but with a strangled sound he thrust deep, knocking the sass out of her along with all the air. She cursed loudly, her body rocking forward into Leraye, who pushed her back into every punishing thrust of Stolas’s hips. The Abyssos uniforms had shocked her at first but they certainly didn't lie, and Stolas was every bit as endowed as the skin-tight outfit promised. Even dripping wet, her cunt struggled to accommodate his entire length until he'd thrust several times, completely covered with her slick.

She whined and cried but the devils showed her no mercy, just like she'd hoped. Stolas kept one hand on her hip and slid the other up her back, gathering her hair in his fist and using it to pull her head back so he could sink his teeth into her neck. Leraye, still holding her leg up, fondled her chest and kissed her, moaning and whimpering into her mouth and rutting against her thigh.

The familiar heat coiling in her belly made her legs weak and her devils had to hold her up. Leraye murmured a string of praises against her lips while Stolas groaned absolutely filthy things into her ear. Their eyes met over her shoulder and while Leraye grinned, Stolas glared. With an annoyed growl Stolas released Cassie’s hair and seized Leraye’s horn, making the taller devil whimper, and yanked him into a brutal kiss, all fangs and tongue. “Why are your clothes still on?” Stolas snapped.

“Sorry~” Leraye whined as Stolas rubbed his horn, milky fluid dribbling from the tip. Stolas released him and Leraye made quick work of undressing. While he did so, Stolas reached around to Cassie’s breasts, gripping them firmly and fucking into her with deep, slow strokes. She whined and hiccuped, her hands gripping the ribbon holding her up. She was so close, her cunt fluttering around each slow drag along her slick walls. But she wanted Leraye to come back…

“Stop holding out already,” Stolas groaned into her ear while pulling her back into his chest, one hand slipping down to rub circles over her clit. “You're here all the time, girlie, this one is mine.”

The orgasm was intense and she sobbed, shuddering in his hold as Stolas wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her up. He wasn't generally one for verbal praise but she heard the soft ‘good girl’ he whispered, his teeth nipping her earlobe, and she felt warmth seep through her fuzzy brain.

Suddenly a bone shuddering crack of thunder shook the floor and Leraye made the most pitiful noise, his now naked self pressing into Cassie with desperate need. Bypassing her entirely, Leraye grabbed Stolas’s horn firmly, returning the kiss from before. He rutted between her legs and with some help from Stolas, who reached down to firmly grip his cock, the tip pressed up into her alongside the other devil's member.

“Aah, w-wait, wait…” Cassie whimpered. But Leraye kissed her, and Stolas bit the back of her neck, and despite her protests she sank down on the both of them, focusing on the pleasure they showered on her as her poor pussy struggled to adjust to having both of them inside. Thunder rumbled long and low and loud outside and Leraye whined, thrusting, and both Cassie and Stolas moaned.

“You feel….so good…” Leraye whined and moved his lips back to Stolas’s, his hand pressing against Cassie’s back as he thrust hard and fast. Another burst of rolling thunder. “It's so loud…”

Stolas groaned and buried his face in Cassie’s neck, not even trying to move. Between Leraye’s hold on his horn and the way Cassie clenched, the way Leraye’s cock rubbed against his own, he was about to cum without moving. He reached between the bodies in front of him, his fingers seeking Cassie’s clit. She mewled pitifully but Stolas didn't mind it, murmuring against her skin. “Just one more, girlie, you can do it…”

Cassie and Stolas came together, high-pitched moans and growls filling the air. Milky fluid both flooding her cunt and coating Leraye’s hand. The pulsing of her walls combined with the extra slick provided by Stolas’s cum pushed Leraye to the edge, but it was the deafening roar of thunder that sent him over. He buried his face in Stolas’s hair, his cheek pressing against Cassie’s head, breathing as if he'd just run an entire city block. And for a minute the world was just the three of them, a tangle of sweaty bodies, breath slowing, until Cassie whimpered. “Guys, I can't feel my hands…”

Stolas reached up and seized the ribbon several inches above her hands and snapped it with a sharp jerk, his arm around both his lovers to keep them from simply collapsing. The devils pulled out and fortunately for Cassie she'd long since left behind any sense of embarrassment as all their combined fluids flooded down her legs, dripping onto the floor below.

“Bath time!” There was a tired edge to his voice but Leraye sounded cheerful all the same as he swept Cassie into his arms. Stolas picked up his discarded crown, popping it onto her head with the faintest smile. Cassie sighed and snuggled into Leraye’s chest, already feeling the weight pulling her eyelids to close. She had provided the entertainment, her boys could handle cleanup.

[choccy-milky]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT CHOCCY SEB GIVES CLORA A SNAKE RING?!?!

Soooooo rereading the fic and I’m back to chapter 33, and it totally popped into my head that they are IN THE VICTORIAN ERA and do ya know what was super popular after the engagement ring that Queen Victoria was given by Prince Albert? A SNAKE RING

AND IF THAT AINT SEB TREATING CLORA LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS THEN I DONT KNOW WHAT IS 😭💙💚✨

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫣😂

LMFAOO YESS TRUST ME, IVE SEEN THIS AFTER DOING MY OWN RESEARCH ABOUT VICTORIAN RINGS, ITS SO PERFECT!! AND THE FACT THAT ITS GREEN TOO LMAO, prince albert was a possessive slytherin confirmed!!🤪 but yea ill DEFS be incorporating a snake into the final design of cloras ring HAHA. i basically HAVE to...yknow, for period accuracy 🥰

WOO YAY im glad i could inspire you to start writing!!!🙏and i get it, writing fanfic is defs self indulgent and for ourselves first and foremost, but obvs nobody wants to release their work into the void😩 as for how my own fic got popular, one of the main things is defs timing. i published the first chap basically within the first week of the game being out (it came out on the 10th and my chap was on the 18th) so it was there right at the peak/start of the fandom. but i also dont wanna attribute it all to timing BAHHA cuz i think im a pretty good writer and that helps....my fic also didnt get popular right away, but i was consistently posting every single week + eventually started adding art every single week, and was just really dedicated to not only writing but also drawing art for it (which is also obvs another huge factor/probs the biggest factor). ive had so many ppl tell me they started reading my fic bc they saw my art on pinterest or something LOL, and some ppl have even read it fandom-blind bc they were into the seb/clora dynamic??? which is another point actually. i always joke about how i love my cliches and good girl+bad boy dynamics, and that im unashamed about loving them LOL, but also...they're cliches for a reason!!! lots of us eat that shit up!!!😤so i think thats defs another factor, vs if my fic was a bit more niche and avant garde LOL the fandom is also (understandably) a lot slower than it was at the beginning of the year so itll be harder in general, but maybe you could commission art to go with your fanfic? ive seen a lot of other HL fanfic writers do it, and i think it defs helps to draw attention! GOOD LUCK and i hope you keep writing!!!🫡💖💖💖🙌

huh??? go with the tide pods instead, THAT shit looks bussin😩😩

AWW TYY😭😭I LOVE THAT HAHAH AND IM GLAD U THINK SO💖💖 my friend also asked me this question after seeing my recent ask, and i STILL have no idea what i would have named it instead LMAOO, thats how bad i am at naming things. even a year later im like bruh idk!!! clora and sebs bizarre adventures??? i guess id probs make it something light/dark themed in retrospect, or something more specific to the ancient magic, but i still have no idea what LOL

[littleplantfreak]

A little game to keep the moral up! Give/assign your mutuals a character from Wind Breaker 🫶 keep the game going by changing fandom (if you want) !!

YEAH! Let’s keep up the morale nonnie! I think this is a lovely askbox game! I’m doing it based on personality traits, vibes, whether I think it’d be fun to make them your movie watching partner for the rest of your lives, etc. It’s nebulous but know I thought about each one of you as I typed it out.

@birinboom Em is Sakura 🫡 no you can’t give him back to me

@oceaneyesinla you get nirei 🐹 you’re both mice

@nyxypoo Kotoha! Don’t ask me why because I’m going on vibes. Maybe you’re just cool af

@vinomino Suo is yours now. Good luck with him soldier 🫡

@suosteacup Momose🫵✨

@sugurouge I’m giving you Endo. I do think he would be a good movie buddy if anything.

@eevees-hobbies I hope you don’t mind me giving you Hiragi. Sakura’s your normal movie/show buddy because you’re both head over heels for one another but Hiragi’s your backup now

@ghostlygeto hmm Peri…you get Tsubaki!

@voidcat Danyl take Kaji pls

@twilightakiishi …chika

@mydream-synopsis Hana darling please take Sugishita

@stunies Zevie gets Ume

@missvulpix212 Foxx I’m sending Togame to you with snacks

@schrodingers-romy I’m grabbing Choji and throwing him at you, watch out he gets the zoomies

@maruflix maruuuu Saku’s at the door pls answer

@hayatoseyepatch sam…im going slightly obscure and giving you Kanji

@kiurona im giving you kiryu not just because you have him as ur pfp, but because you have the vibes

[binart]

SRPA Chapter 3

(First) (Previous) (Next)

(Content warning for hallucinations, dissociation & PTSD episodes!)  

—

In late evening of the next day, Keith messaged Lance.

All members of their team had retreated back to their rooms (though Hedrox and En suspiciously left together), and Lance had just finished a call with his mom. She apologized like she did in all of them, for crying. But she clearly missed him just as much as he missed her.

As Lance grabbed some tissues from the shelf above his bed to blow his nose with, his phone next to his pillow dinged; the specific beep to indicate one of the old Voltron crew was messaging him. He dove for it.

A text from Keith, “Samurai 😫✨💦” in his phone, read: “Meeting with the team tomorrow. 0700. Deploying in the PM. See you then.”

One thing Lance found really endearing about Keith was his old person way of texting. If someone mixed Keith's texts in with his dad's, they'd be practically indistinguishable aside from the subject of the texts. He scrolled up to their last conversation.

“Good training. En wanted extra pointers. Staying behind for a bit.”

                                “K, I'll save u some of those spicy green chips u like 👍”

“Good luck........... Chip fiend Hedrox won't be happy. L. O. L.”

                                 “🤣 Thanks for the heads up man! See you soon.”

“Over and Out.”

                                  “🫡”

“L. O. L !”

“🫡”

He set his phone down and buried his face into the softness of his mattress. Then he threw his pillow across the room for good measure. He went about his nightly routine a little lighter despite the homesickness pulling at his chest, and wondered what they'd be doing tomorrow. They still hadn't gotten a replacement for Torat, and Hedrox confirmed there was still possibly a weeks-long wait before they could move on any intel from the bugged base. Maybe they'd be going on a super spy infiltration somewhere? Though there were plenty of other things the Blade of Marmora was doing these days too. They were trying to become a more public-facing organization, after all.

Slipping into a hazy state of half-consciousness before long, Lance only vaguely registered a far away blue flash against his closed lids, and an oddly familiar fuzzy jostling of his arms before falling asleep.

—

0700 on the dot. He arrived at the team meeting room, same one as where they gathered the last time, only now without Torat leaning up against the wall. As Lance walked in to see the others already there and waiting, he wondered what the big guy was doing now. He'd been transferred to a different team, but that was about all he knew.

“Morning, Lieutenant.” Kestin, though usually pretty quiet, was the first to notice him, and waved. Keith looked up from the hologram table he was studying with En and Hedrox, and smiled.

“Mornin'.” Lance was still a little tired despite mostly adjusting to the longer day cycle, but everyone else seemed full of energy. En sharply saluted him, then turned back to face Keith.

“Hey Lance, sleep well?” Lance nodded in between a tired yawn. “Pff, you sure?”

“I got my nine hours, I just had a super weird dream..” He'd dreamt of one of those pretty furry moths back on Earth, except huge, that kept trying to lick his face and sit on him. It was mildly terrifying. “Anyway, I'm good. What's going on with this mission?”

“Big supply delivery to a colony. I'll show you the details.” From all around, everyone approached the table and regarded the screen sat within it. Just as before, a series of images with accompanying text lit up in the 3-d display. Lance eyed a familiar looking planet.

“Elysium-2?” Keith nodded.

“You've seen the news, then. Good. The refugees from the original settlement landed about half a year ago, and we're gonna hand out some medical and food supplies that are running lower than initially projected.”

“And actually—the Blade wasn't the only one to volunteer to offer supplies, but the Inter-galactic Coalition thought it might be good PR for us,” Hedrox supplied as he raised a lanky finger. “Looootta people are still afraid to trust us since, y'know. Most of us are half-Galra and all..”

There was a brief silence, then En leaned forward and regarded his teammate with lowered brows. “A prejudice we shall eradicate, in time.” Hedrox tilted his head back and forth in a strange motion before letting out a watery chuckle.

“That we will! Anyway, what are our roles, Commander?”

“..We'll be working distribution and security. There's a couple of teams on this for the different areas of the settlement given how big it is, and we'll be stationed here.” He pointed to a glowing yellow point on the planet-sphere in front of them. It swiftly zoomed in to show a 3-d rendering of the area. Two additional yellow spots appeared. “We'll drop down and hand out supplies here, and monitor security over here.” One of the dots was placed within a very modern looking building, similar in design to the ones quickly built back when New Altea was being settled.

“There's been reports of potential suspicious movement in the system, so in case anything happens, we want our best on sight.” Keith looked at Lance. “You in?” Immediately Lance's face grew hot. He certainly didn't feel like he deserved to be called their best, but he cleared his throat and gave a assured 'mhm!' regardless. “Good, that's everyone on board, then. We'll go over the specifics of the layout and the expected timeline for everything going down. After that we'll grab our gear and Kestin will take us in.”

Pre-mission anxiety skimmed and bubbled in the pit of his stomach once again, but this time Lance found it a little easier to ignore.

—

Touchdown was at 1300. Kestin joined up in the atmosphere with two additional fighter pilot personnel manning the supply ships to make up B squad; Keith's team, Kolivan's team, and another Blade commander called Thiga's team. Landing went without incident from teams A to D who kept in close contact despite the miles of distance between them. Lance gripped his sniper rifle's strap across his torso tightly when the ship lurched to a stop and snuck a subtle glance at his friend beside him.

For this mission, he'd be separated from Keith. Lance was, embarrassingly, more anxious about that than anything else. It was important for higher profile blade members like Kolivan and Keith (as well as Krolia in D team) to be the face of the operation, and so they would be handing out supplies to the residents. There was potential danger there if the reports of suspicious movement were to be believed, and so Lance was pretty sure that's why Keith delegated Lance to overseeing the security division of their group. He and Hedrox would rendezvous with the blades under Thiga's command in the building across the way from the supply ships, then from there observe to make sure everything went smoothly. He didn't like the idea of Keith openly risking himself while stashing Lance away, but was surprisingly too embarrassed to say anything. His mask was activated, and as the doors to the shuttle hissed open, Lance headed towards the exit.

“Hey Lance.” He turned around to face an also masked Keith. “Watch my back out there, alright?” Lance thought about his only strength—his aim, and how he'd probably be useless if he were at Keith's side like he wanted to be.

“..You bet. Careful out there, Keith.” He nodded, and Lance picked up his pace to meet up with Hedrox.

His nest this time was a lot different from the last; A large office-like space within the building had been cleared out to make way for several massive server-looking machines that were clearly Marmorite-y in design. He had no idea what they were for. Hedrox and Lance entered to find the security team already there and settled in. When they noticed their approach, all but one of the members of Commander Thiga's team whipped up and gave sharp salutes. “Lieutenant!” There were six of them in total, all of various size and race behind their masks, and stood stone rigid in front of him as he shifted uncomfortably. Normally Lance would have loved to be treated with such clear importance, but he was distracted by the unease of not being able to see if Keith was okay.

“Uh, at ease, soldiers.” He wanted to get himself set up at the windowed opening straight away, but realized he should probably do the leader stuff he was meant to do. “Status?”

“Ready and at your command, Lieutenant!” The shortest blade rumbled in the deepest voice Lance had ever heard. “And might I add what an honor it is to work alongside a Paladin of Voltron..!” Lance jerked, then immediately caught himself and stiffly walked over to the windowed opening. He turned away.

“Cool, cool, uh, I'll set my stuff up here, and you guys do... your thing. Let me know if anything happens.”

The stony line of blades once again saluted, and quickly set about their work. Hedrox pulled out some supplies from their blade-issued backpack, and sidled over to Lance.

“You good, Lieutenant..?” He whispered through their personal comms as he set up several tablet devices next to Lance. With his rifle now pointed towards the platform in front of the supply ships where Keith was standing, Lance breathed out a small chunk of worry. His right ring finger tapped the comms button on his palm.

“Why'd Keith make me leader? I dunno how to lead! I'm just here to shoot bad guys if they show up.” Hedrox snorted.

“Oh, I dunno, Lieutenant. Maybe because the Commander always goes on about how much everyone respects you, and how insanely skilled you are, and how much he trusts you?” Lance whipped his head up to look at them so quickly his neck clicked.

“H-He said all that..?!”

“Uh-huh. It's also favouritism for sure, but you still absolutely deserve to be here if that's what you're worried about.”

“Distribution commencing, Lieutenant,” a blade informed from off to the side. Lance studied Keith in his scope next to Kolivan and some other masked blade that was probably that Thiga guy, and swallowed to help with his suddenly very dry throat. En was there, too, loading the heavier of the alien supply crates onto hovering carts.

“U-Understood, thanks.” He pressed the button on his thumb once again. “I didn't know Keith said all that stuff!” Hedrox once again tilted their head strangely as they typed away.

“Really? I thought with how obvious the both of you are about your feelings for each other, you already knew..” Lance nearly fumbled his rifle then and there. His pulse picked up as his face grew sweaty.

“F-Fee—Um! What?!" Quiznack, why were they talking about this?! And how did he know?!

“Lieutenant... Come on. Or, actually... Would it be helpful if I told you how much I love the intricacies of human social interactions? And humans in general. You guys are so cool and interesting, so uh. I tend to notice that sort of stuff.” From beneath his hood, Hedrox's little sunflower bots fluttered to life around him. “But both of you are also super obvious.”

Lance was at a loss for words. Under his mask he knew he was red as a beet as he watched Keith unmask and start handing out supply kits to the forming lines of residents. His ponytail had gotten a bit loose and strands once again framed his handsome face. He was smiling.

“Keith's—I mean. He's—into guys?” His hands were sweaty now too, with his arms beginning to shake from holding them so tightly still. He hoped nothing was going to happen, because his aim was definitely shot!

“Maybe not all of them, but you? Yeah, Lieutenant, yeah. Very. It's really sweet how much he likes talking about the stuff you guys used to do together! Hmm.. I just assumed you two were already a thing, though, so maybe it's not really my place to talk about this. My bad.”

“No, uh, I was—Like I didn't know if Keith was into—“ Lance lifted his right hand away from his rifle to gesture at himself and distantly wondered how crazy he looked to the other blades who couldn't hear their conversation. He retreated back to his position. “So I didn't wanna. Assume? A-Anyway!” Frantically Lance desperately searched his mind for something else to talk about, because this was quickly becoming too much to deal with. “Human behaviours? That's your thing? How'd that come about?” Hedrox chuckled.

“Subject change, understood. Yes! Humans are the coolest—I'm gonna move to Earth someday, so I started studying your speaking and social patterns so it's easier to fit in. And because it's fun.”

From through his scope, Keith raised a hand to his ear, nodded, then continued to pass out supply canisters. “Huh.. Why us? I'm pretty sure there are a bunch of cooler alien species out there than plain old humans.”

“Now that's where you're wrong, Lieutenant! Humans are fascinating. All so similar, yet none exactly the same.” They pressed their back up against the plain, modern wall next to Lance. “..On my planet, conformity was umm.. kind of a given. Our ancestors were actually a hivemind, so.. we stay close to our roots and expectations.” A hivemind? Lance could recall only a single occasion where team Voltron interacted with one of them, and it was super weird.

“Data crunching comes really easily to most of us,” Hedrox continued. “And I actually found out about Earth when I was snooping around the Blade database of our highest ranking members and found—um, the Commander's mom. Super classified, by the way, don't tell anyone I was doing that.” Lance laughed.

“Reminds me of Pidge, but yeah, my lips are sealed dude, don't worry.”

“Coolies, thanks. Anyway when I learned about Earth I quickly discovered all of the amazing things you guys have like movies, and music, and so many different cultures, and—and individuality in general! Also, related, I'm insanely ugly by Yorith standards. Look.” Lance obeyed and turned his head to watch as Hedrox's mask shifted away from his face,

and one of the most shockingly attractive faces Lance had ever seen appeared. Blue tinged skin, rosegold eyes with soft lashes, near-glowing long golden locks curling around a sharp but also somehow soft jawline, intricate neon swirling designs tracing around the outer portions of his face and onto his horn... Maybe not as much of Lance's type as Keith was, but man oh man he was hot hot.

“........Dude. You're hot, what?”

“I know, right?!” Quickly, they reactivated their mask when they saw the other blades turn to examine them. “One day me and En are gonna settle down on Earth and I'm gonna be a crazy popular stone—er, rockstar, that is. That's my dream.” Some of his tiny floating bots scooted out of the window as he curled his legs in close, and Lance wondered what his and En's relationship was. “But only once the empire is totally gone.”

From the opening his rifle was pointed out, excited chatter from the beings below drifted upwards and into his ears. There was a sizable crowd now, and Lance listened to Hedrox as he kept his eyes peeled for threats. “Yeah, I get it. Too risky otherwise. My family's in New Altea just in case they keep attacking..”

Hedrox sighed. “Yup.. The empire invaded my home planet half a millennia ago and everything sucked, of course. But when I was growing up it was at least always.. quiet. Then one day they sent in some giant planet cracker and destroyed it. For some rare material near the core used to make ship parts.” Lance went cold, and thought of his old house, half buried beneath rubble and waves.

“Geez.. Sorry to hear that.”

“It's okay.. I've had a while to get over it. That's also where I met En, actually! He was in charge of the mining operation before he double-crossed the empire for killing most of his crew.”

“En.. worked for the empire?” Sharp, immediate fear pierced Lance as he watched the very same alien pass close by keith with a large hover cart. He obscured his vision of Keith for a moment before continuing on to the residents below. “C-Can we trust him?!” His breath sped up, and his scope immediately honed in on En's masked head.

“Yeah, don't worry, Lieutenant, he's trustworthy. His non-Galran half makes it so that, when he bonds with someone, it's a lifetime thing. He's got a rough exterior, sure, but only to keep his extra soft inside parts safe!” Lance still felt queasy watching them move around so closely to Keith. “And if you need more convincing,” Hedrox began, and pulled off one of his gloves. He lifted up his palm, and it glowed a brilliant color Lance couldn't even put a name to. “On top of all my amazing gifts and genius, I can read souls.” His fingers wiggled. “Hivemind remnants, and all that. He's good people, I checked very thoroughly, since originally I was gonna, uh. Kill him.”

Man, that was a lot to take in. “...Okay, I guess—Yeah, I trust you, at least. I'm just worried about—I dunno, something happening to Keith.”

“I get you, Lieutenant, all of us are pretty much the same. The Commander's the whole reason we were even able to do anything with our lives, after all. We basically owe him everything.”

Before Lance could respond, he noticed a subtle shift of Keith's head, before his eyes widened. A blade made a noise of concern from beside him, Keith shouted something, then En dashed towards Keith and grabbed him. Lance moved to immediately take him out, and then—a massive explosion.

The force of it reached Lance and the rest of the security team as the building gave a violent shudder, though he couldn't see an impact crater. Dust and smoke filled their view, and Lance quickly pressed his comms. “Keith?! You okay?!” Rapidly he pulled his scope around to try and see past the debris. Hedrox sent out all of his drones, then began furiously typing away at his console. For a moment there was no response. Then,

“Ugh.. I'm alright.” Keith's strained voice filtered into his ears, and he coughed. “En's hurt. D squad was just attacked too. Can you see anything from up there?” Lance quickly scanned the horizon again, still just as obscured. Screams and wails came from down below.

“Just getting smoke and dust up here..!”

“Must be a smokescreen. Kestin, what's your status?”

Kestin spoke in a mildly panicked tone into their comms. “The ship's controls are jammed. Something external. If we can get it online I can activate thrusters to help with visuals. Hedrox?”

They were already out the door. “I'm grabbing En, then I'll come help.” Lance turned back and squinted through the obscurity. In the corner of his eye, a hundred or so meters away from Keith, something glowed. Purple. He swivelled and pointed his rifle, zoomed in, recognized the glowing insignia, then fired.

“Your 3 o'clock, incoming sentry drones, guys!”

A small hoard of bright, glowing purple poured into view. They weren't running, no—there were barely visible bursts from jet-boosters coming from the swarm's backs. Some of the other security blades began firing away on their own rifles alongside Lance. But there were what looked to be hundreds. The telltale sound of galran rifle firing began at the same time as another explosion roared off to his right. The foundations shook. Lance couldn't breathe.

Focus. Focus! Find Keith. Keep him safe.

The smokescreen thinned slightly for a moment and Lance spotted Keith next to Kolivan, carrying a limp En with his arm under their shoulders. Another set of glowing insignia's erupted from his right.

“9 o'clock too. Couple hundred drones on both sides!”

“Keep us covered until Hedrox can get us into the ship.” He watched as Keith immediately vanished from his view, followed by Kolivan and then En. From his wrist, he watched as the battery on their cloaking began to drain.

Didn't need to tell him twice. “Roger.” He switched his rifle to rapid-cooldown mode so he could fire off more shots, held his breath, then began to take them out.

Easy. No complexity to their movements. Lining themselves up to be mowed down. Hedrox's cloaking went up, too. More screaming from down below. Couldn't worry about civilians. Keep Keith safe. Exhale, inhale, position, fire, position, fire, position, fire, position, fire. Exhale. Distantly,

“Alrighty, in we go!” The doors to the shuttle opened, but some sentries from his left had nearly made it there already. Nope, no no no! Not today. Immediately he took them out.

“You six, focus on the eastern sentries!” Lance barked a command to the other blades with him. They were all obnoxiously slow, and he couldn't rely on them to help with the sentries already too close to Keith. He had to do it himself. The sky brightened, and so did the ground, and Lance, once again, took aim.

It was impossible to say how long it was until Hedrox and Kestin brought the ships back online and activated their thrusters. He was lost to the repetition of taking aim, firing, taking aim, firing. His vision swam, his wrist ached, his rifle was his old bayard again, but he was going be damn sure no one could hurt his friend.

And then, wind. The flash of light and familiar sound of the ships bursting to life; a booming twister whipped up the smokescreen that was making his job harder until it was nearly cleared away. Civilian bodies on the ground came into clear view. Don't look.

To his right, through the light filling his mask, too many sentries were still closing in. Still a threat. Keith. Inhale, position, fire, position, fire, position, fire, position, fire.. No response?

His rifle was overheated. The other blades were still too slow. Useless. He arose from his weapon, and would apologize for bruising egos later on after Keith was safe. The other sniper closest to him was the big one who didn't salute, though was easy enough to pry off and throw out of the space he needed to work. Back looking through a scope, inhale, position, fire, position, fire, position, fire. The sentries fell like flies. He could do this, he could be helpful.

“Lance, status?!”

“East and west sentries just about taken care of.” ..Was that his voice? He sounded weird. Like he was talking through a mile of water. Huh. His bracers had at some point shifted into his paladin uniform again, too. Now that Lance had a second to think about it, that was also pretty strange. Was something wrong with him?

“Huh?!”

“Commander, look—he's right! How'd they—”

“—Com..mand..er! These tactics.. are known to me.. We are being.. herded. Southern f-forces... We must needs—evacuate.” Man, En spoke annoyingly slow. The rest of the sentries to his left and right were already downed by the time they finished gasping out the intel. Lance grabbed another blade's sniper rifle and slipped through the opening of the building, activating his boosters so he could get around to the other side and start taking care of the rest. His pulse was surprisingly quiet as he landed down on the ground next to the corpse of Silvio.

“Heyy, uhh, Keith?” Several miles of water now, his voice was barely audible to himself. He wasn't sure if Keith even responded. “'Think something might be wrong with me. Dr. Nguyen was prob'ly right. I'll tell you after. ” He laughed at how easy it was to admit to Keith now, when he promised himself he'd never breathe a word.

A whisper of a voice. Keith? Impossible to tell. The light in his mask was near blinding, but he rounded the first corner of the building, watched a hilariously massive swarm of sentries arise from a crater in the ground, looked back for a second at the ship Keith was on, then, somehow, looked at it from above.

His bones felt strange. There was wind pushing all around him. Oh, he was flying. How did that happen? He tried to laugh but water came up.

And for a second, he thought he heard Blue.

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CLIFF HANGER! okay so one of my goals has been to get across that Lance is a very unreliable narrator, and has avoidant tendencies where he doesn't like to think about the things that upset him (let alone talk about them!!), so I hope that's come across in these chapters! I wanted to vaguely hint at things like, for example, his old therapist (Dr. Nguyen) at one point recommending Lance not becoming a soldier again. Or how Lance planned on never telling Keith about that since obviously Keith wouldn't have invited him to be a Blade if he knew, & would probably feel really guilty! But I also worry I'm being too vague, so. I at least want to offer some clarity and context here. 🤣 Apologies if it's confusing at times!

ALSO. Kosmo has taken to teleporting into Lance's room and cuddling with him almost every night. This will be revealed to Lance later on LMFAO.

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Messy.

Pairings: Peggy Carter x Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers.

Summary: Peggy lost so much when she decided to sacrifice herself to save the people she cared about, years later and living a new life, she finds what she has lost; but she was not sure if she truly wanted it back or if she wanted a certain redhead that always stood by her side.

A/n: Well, well, well…here we are again, after a whole year of not posting anything, I’ve made my comeback. Will I continue posting? We don’t know, but this is a first step🫡 Happy new year everyone!✨I decided to write what the writers didn’t give us in the episode. I was really hoping for them to give us peggynat but they were too cowards to give us that, hopefully in the third season🥲 So this is a ‘What if…Peggy’s episode turned out a bit better?’ but…written by me🤪 Haven’t written anything in so long so give me a chance. Hope you guys enjoy and…request will be open🫡✍🏻 Also, I added some scenes from the episode but it’s also sort of changed, enjoy!

Natasha moaned the moment her back hit the coldness of the wall, feeling a rush of excitement as she looked at Peggy taking off her shirt and showing part of her stunning figure. Peggy lost no time in going back to her lips, her hands gripping her sides to pull the redhead closer once again, not wanting to be any inch away from her. Both women moaned as the kiss became more heated, both trying to undress one another to get rid of the heat they both have been feeling all day. But just as they worked on each other's clothes, both phones went off. They both pulled away and groaned loudly.

“Is this gonna keep happening every time we try to have some alone time?” Natasha asked with a very annoyed tone and throwing her head back against the wall.

Peggy looked at her and chuckled. “Desperate much, my darling?”

“Eh. Just a bit. Not like I’ve been waiting all day for this.” Natasha smirked as she looked at Peggy, shocking her head and reaching to the floor to grab her shirt. “We better get going before Fury sends someone to find us.”

Peggy nodded. “Right.” She went on to find her shirt but stopped her movements when she heard Natasha chuckling. “What’s so funny?” She turned to look at her with a confused look.

“You might wanna get some makeup on that neck of yours. Wouldn’t want the team to ask what happened.” Natasha smirked as she grabbed her bag and kissed Peggy’s cheek before she left the room.

Peggy moved to the nearest mirror she could find and sighed. “Bloody hell, Nat…”

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“You know she’ll be pissed, right?” Natasha asked as she looked again through the small window the new discovery.

“We don’t have any other option. She’ll find out one way or another, either way, she’ll get mad at us.” Fury said on the other line, hearing silence before a big sigh from Natasha. “We can’t hide it, not when we now know this is not a myth anymore.”

“I know.” Natasha shook her head as she thought about it for a second. “Okay, I’ll go find her.”

“Good luck.”

Natasha hung up the phone and went to find Peggy. She knew the moment Peggy saw what was inside, it’ll be the end of whatever they had. After all this time of knowing each other, Nat and Peggy became closer than anyone else, not that they didn’t get along with the rest of the team of course, even Hope was a good friend to them, but what Natasha and Peggy had was different, unlike any other thing. The moment they met each other, they had their backs no matter what, Natasha was not one to get close to just anyone, she had her story and had her doubts, but Peggy was so easy to get along with, they understood each other in a way that made them be closer.

That closeness of course became something more, but not enough for both women to conclude what they had going on. No one knew about their encounters at night, about the sleepless nights on their apartments, the secret going outs or anything about their relationship outside work. They didn’t know what they were doing either, but Natasha knew a thing for sure; whatever was going on between them, she couldn’t get enough of Peggy. 

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Peggy felt a rush of anger and confusion as they went back to the quarters. How could he still be alive? How come she never found out about this? Did they know about this the whole time and that’s why they sent them to this mission? Everything was confusing, so many thoughts were running through her head, her legs bouncing with anxiety and nervousness and her hands gripping into each other. Natasha noticed the state Peggy was in, still wet from the ocean and the towel laying just beside her. Natasha went on and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around Peggy, making her come back to the reality she was avoiding to be in.

“You alright, Peg?” 

“What do you think?” Peggy looked at her and sighed. “Sorry, Widow. I know it’s not your fault.”

Natasha’s heart sank as she heard those words. Of course, it was partly her fault. She knew about this, but how could she make her go through that again? 

“I need to speak to Fury as soon as we get there.” 

“Peggy, you need some rest, we’ll go to him in the morning.” 

“This can’t wait. All this time I’ve been here and he’s…he’s been here too. For way longer. For me it was just a second, for him…I’m not sure what happened.” Peggy shook her head. “I should’ve known.”

“How could you, Peg? It’s 2014, you came from the 40’s. How would you know?” Natasha placed her hand on top of Peggy’s, knowing everyone else were either distracted or asleep. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

Peggy nodded as she looked down at their hands, feeling a sudden warmth. “You’re right. I’m just exhausted. So much happened today.” 

“I mean, other than Fury interrupting us and then your fight with that mustache guy, not sure what else happened unless you got something to tell me.” Natasha smirked as she saw a little smile coming from Peggy. 

“Right. I’m just tired.”

“You’ll get some sleep, you can go straight to your apartment.” Natasha paused for a moment as she looked down at their hands. “Or you could come to mine.”

Peggy looked up at Natasha, questioning what was better for her to do at the moment. She wanted to go so badly but she knew what would come down if she did, but going back to her place would be torture, she knew her mind wouldn’t be able to rest one second. 

“You know I don’t mean that, right? Just saying you can come back to my place, so we sleep. I know you.” Natasha grinned.

Peggy smiled and nodded. “That sounds good.”

Natasha smiled. “Good.” 

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“Peg, think about this. We’re not sure what we’re gonna fight with, this is not the Steve you knew.” Natasha said as she followed Peggy through the hallway. 

“You didn’t tell me anything about this. You hid it from me, knowing perfectly how I felt.” Peggy felt upset, confused, the one person she trusted the most had hidden this information from her.

“I told you; I didn’t want you to overthink this and blame yourself for not doing something.”

Peggy stopped and turned to look at Nat, making Nat suddenly stop right in front of her. “And how do you think I feel? Happy? I could’ve done something; I could’ve found him sooner.”

“I don’t want to keep arguing with you, you perfectly know why we did what we did.” Natasha said with a serious look on her face. 

Peggy sighed. “You can either follow me or stay here, your choice.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes as she saw Peggy walking away. She would literally do anything for her, but she had her doubts about this. Of course she wanted to see Peggy happy, but not exactly with Steve. She knew why Peggy was doing this, she could finally have what she lost, which was still doubtful as to how he had survived for so long, but Peggy wouldn’t give up on this, she’d do anything to get him back.

As in with Peggy, she was still very confused about the whole situation, she was not sure what she was supposed to do or how she’d react when she came face to face with Steve. She didn’t mean to be upset at Nat, she didn’t want that, but how else was she supposed to feel? Everything happened so suddenly, the fight with that Ultron robot, meeting another Nat and new people from different universes, to coming to find that Steve Rogers was still alive and inside the Hydra Stomper. How else was she supposed to feel? 

It even felt wrong, unreal, like this was not supposed to happen, but slowly learning now about new universes made her realize that things happened for a reason. If she was destined to meet with Steve again, there was a reason. She was just confused as if she felt happy or scared or sad, so many feelings mixed that she could not comprehend, she couldn’t figure out she felt, but one thing she knew, is that she felt guilty for not looking for him sooner. Both Bucky and Peggy thought he was definitely gone, she was making her new life, even if that new life was having mission after mission, no social life other than hanging out with Natasha, which…if she was honest…she truly didn’t mind at all. 

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“Are you with me or not, Widow?” Peggy asked as she walked to her.

Nat drank from her cup and looked back at Peggy. “Before I joined SHIELD, I spent five days in a Hungarian sewer tracking down and killing the head of the Red Room.”

Peggy raised her brow. “Are you certain that you killed him?”

“I mean…” Natasha shrugged. “I stabbed him in the carotid artery with a corkscrew. So, yeah, I think I did.” She grinned. 

“You should write a memoir.” Peggy grinned.

Natasha grinned. “At the end of the day…it meant nothing. The Red Room is still there, somewhere. No one could find the location.” 

Peggy sighed. “We have to try, Nat. We need to figure out what to do with Steve.”

“How are you so sure that it’s really him and not someone who is controlled by the Red Room? I don’t wanna tear you down with this, but Peg, you need to be conscious that this might not be right to do.”

“I know. I’m aware of the consequences, but you know me, I need to find a solution to all this.” 

Natasha looked down at the floor. “This is blinding you, Carter. But you know I’ll do anything to help.”

Peggy smiled. “I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t.”

“And leave you here alone? You kidding? You need me.” Natasha winked as Peggy laughed softly. “So, what’s the plan? Where should we start?”

“I can take you there.”

Both Peggy and Natasha turned to look at Steve. He looked so tired, his face looked different, they were right…Steve looked so different, but Peggy still felt some kind of comfort to hear his voice. Peggy walked to him as she smiled. 

“Peggy.” Steve smiled as he looked down at her. “It’s so nice to see you.”

“Likewise.” Peggy smiled. 

Natasha only looked at the scene in front of her, feeling her heart sank as she wished she had Peggy’s heart and not him…

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“So, this place…”

“It was built to look like an American town straight out of a John Mellencamp song.” Natasha grinned at Peggy. “He’s a rock ‘n’ roll musician.”

“Oh, I know. Barton introduced me to dad rock.” Peggy chucked. 

As the three of them walked into the small town, Peggy looked in horror as it seemed out of a horror movie. It was completely silent and empty, aside from having the company of robots and American look alike houses. Nat decided to check the place for a moment, make sure that no one was there, leaving Steve and Peggy alone for a moment. 

“So…it’s a whole new and modern world. Howard really did see the future.” Steve smiled.

“I suppose so.” Peggy smiled as she looked at the town. “Technology took over and music is a bit better. It’s not so bad.”

“Good music to dance?”

Peggy looked at Steve and felt a bit sad about the thought of them losing the chance to dance. “Perhaps.” She smiled. “Why didn’t you continue your life? Like Bucky and Howard.”

Steve shrugged as he looked at the beautiful sunset. “It wasn’t for me. I was looking for a purpose.”

“Did you find it?”

“Not yet.” Steve smiled as he turned to look at her again. “But at least I found you again.”

Peggy smiled. “You did.”

“What about you?” Steve noticed Natasha going back from checking the place. “New partner?”

“What?” Peggy looked at Natasha and smiled. “Oh, uh…yes. She’s a good friend.”

“I can tell.” Steve smiled. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of this.”

“I should be sorry. I didn’t know you were out there.” Peggy looked down at her hands as her fingers played with each other. 

“It wasn’t your fault. It just happened. I did some terrible things.”

“Haven’t we all?” Peggy shrugged. “This world is full of evil and as much as we fight, there’ll always be another.” 

“And you’ll never stop fighting.”

Peggy shook her head. “Not really.” She chuckled. “That’s my specialty.” 

“You could have a new life. Another chance.” Steve looked at her and smiled. “Doesn’t hurt anyone.”

Peggy smiled and as she was about to say something, they heard Natasha calling for them. Suddenly the robots started gathering around them and started shooting at them, the three of them tried to destroy all of them but at some point, it became too many to fight. Peggy fell to the floor and looked at Steve who was still fighting and then she turned to Nat, who was also on the floor and trying to protect herself. She was about to move to Natasha when she suddenly felt a strong wind, and looking up the sky, there it was; the Red Room.

“Home sweet home.” Natasha walked to Peggy as she looked up the sky. And then her heart stopped for a moment as she heard a familiar voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Natasha.” Melina smirked and then turned to Steve. “Mission report, soldier.” 

“What?” Peggy turned to Steve, who was already pointing at both Natasha and Peggy, ready to fire. 

From there it all came down when Melina started talking, it had all been a trap, one where they had easily fallen into, all thanks to Peggy. She felt guilty knowing this was not easy for Natasha either, coming face to face with a past that she had avoided before and had never talked about, but here they were now. No going back even if she tried to. Peggy stared at Natasha for so long that she didn’t notice Melina walking to her, almost running, prepared to hit Peggy since she was concentrated on making sure Natasha was okay. But before that could happen, Natasha stopped Melina’s hand, making Peggy come back to reality and turning to look at Melina.

“Ah, so your job is to protect Captain Carter. You’ve become someone else’s dog, I see…again.” Melina laughed.

“I can defend myself and Natasha is very capable of doing anything she’s willing to.” Peggy said as she looked at her with anger. 

“Right, right. Cause she’s a…what is it called? Guardian? Security? Slave?”

“She’s an avenger.” Peggy felt her blood boiling the more Melina talked.

Melina laughed. “Right! So…Natalia. My sweet girl.” She turned to look at Natasha with a defiant smile. “I thought you would be the greatest assassin. You were one of the best. No…” Melina shook her head. “YOU were the best…but you left the moment you had a chance…how pathetic that was. A big mistake.”

“That was not what I was meant to do.” Natasha tried to keep a straight face, but she never imagined she would have to face the women she grew up with for so long. 

“You were not meant to have a life!” Melina screamed. “What? You wanted to fucking run around the streets? To be a stupid simple girl who fell in love and had a happily ever after? We owned you the moment we saved you on the street. No one wants you, Natalia. You were nothing and we gave you a purpose. “

“That was not a life.” Natasha shook her head, taking a step back as Melina continued talking. 

“A life? We gave you one. I gave you one! I raised you! I trained you! You were meant to be the best and we worked day and night for you to become the best. To serve Dreykov. But now…” Melina smirked. “Your purpose is to serve me. You could lead by my side, Natalia.” 

“To what? Take more innocent people? Take away the chance of a life that those little girls could have? Yeah. No, thanks. I’m good where I am.” Natasha grinned a bit.

Melina’s blood boiled as she heard Natasha, at this point she knew nothing would make her come back to her. “Turning against your family for what? Protecting our enemies as a fucking mutt.” Melina took a deep breath. “You betrayed us. To go be a slave of someone else. That…is a shame, Natalia. You know how disappointing that is? You’re nothing but a waste of time. A waste of space in this world. I raised you better than this. I cuddled you too much, and now you’ve become a softie.” 

Peggy knew that those words could mean nothing to Natasha, or they could mean everything…but to her ears, they were nothing but pure lies and manipulation to weaken Natasha. She was done with it. The more she talked, the more she felt anger taking over her body, looking at Natasha trying to stand still but noticing how she kept taking a step back, she couldn’t hear more of this nonsense. She put her shield back and threw herself against Melina, punching her face hard enough for her to fall to the ground and whine in pain. Peggy kept hitting her but before she knew it, Steve grabbed her and the fight began, both Steve and Peggy fought each other while Natasha was faced with the Widows and Melina stood up, cleaning the blood from her face. Peggy tried to go back to Natasha but Steve never let her, she knew she had to go over Steve to get back to her. The sudden denial rushed over her again, what was she supposed to do now? How was she supposed to end this? She didn’t know what was best for her, lose Steve again or lose Natasha, she knew she couldn’t have both. 

“Steve, listen to me. This is not you. You can’t do this.” Peggy pleaded. “You know better than do this.” She breathed heavily as she kept fighting. “Steve, I know you’re in there. The sweet guy I met, the guy that wanted to find a purpose, this is not it. And you know better.”

Steve stopped for a moment as he looked at her. “No.”

“Steve. Please, do it for me. I need you.” 

Steve opened his mask and looked at Peggy, guilt washing over his face. “Peggy.” 

Peggy looked at Natasha through the dust, Melina was now fighting with her. She then looked up at the Red Room and sighed as she was coming with a plan. 

“I need something to destroy the Red Room.” 

“Peggy, you can’t do that.” 

Peggy let her shield fall to the ground.”I’m done fighting. I need to do this.”

“No. This is not your end; this is not where it ends.” 

“Steve…” Peggy sighed. “I have to fight for this. I have to get this over. I can’t let them keep going.”

“But this doesn’t have to be your fight. I can do this for you. For her.”

“What you mean?” Peggy looked at Steve confused. 

Steve sighed. “Peggy…you know I have to do this.”

Peggy shook her head in denial, this couldn’t be happening again. “I can’t. Not again.”

“This happened for a reason. You belong here, you made a new life, you need to continue doing that, you were given a second chance and you cannot waste it.” 

Peggy felt tears in her eyes as she looked down at the floor. “I don’t know what I want.”

Steve shrugged and smiled. “I do.” 

Peggy looked up at him with a confused look. “What you mean?”

“Peggy, we had our moment that sadly didn’t last long. I never stopped looking for you, and you always had that place in my heart. But I can tell you have someone else in that place.” 

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m-“

“Peg.” Steve chuckled. “You’re too stubborn to accept it. But even with the little time we had together, I know you.” Steve smiled. “I’m happy I got to see you again, but we both know this is not what you want.”

Peggy finally let the tears roll down her cheeks, feeling heavy pressure on her chest. “For so long…I’ve been grieving for what I lost. I didn’t know what to do with myself when I appeared here, so many years later. I thought I wouldn’t get back my life, that I’d suffer in here.” She smiled sadly. “But I found my people. They made me feel like home.”

“She made you feel like home.” Steve whispered.

Peggy smiled. “Yes.” She sighed. “And for so long I’ve been denying it because I thought my purpose was to fight to get over my past, but I didn’t notice that I was already finding a new purpose to live.” 

“Oh Peg.” Steve smiled.

“Steve…I love you…”

“But not the way you love her.” 

Peggy nodded. “Perhaps…in another universe…we got to be together.” 

“But in this one you belong to her.” Steve nodded. “I get it.” 

“But you don’t have to do this.” Peggy tilted her head. “I can’t bear the thought of you sacrificing yourself.”

“You did it once, I don’t want to live like this. So let me accomplish my purpose.” 

Peggy heard an agonizing scream and her heart stopped when she recognized it. “Natasha…”

“Go. She needs you.”

Peggy looked back at Steve. “Steve…”

“Enjoy your life, Peg. Don’t waste another second.” Steve smiled. “I’m glad I got to see you one last time.”

Peggy smiled as more tears rolled down her face. “Likewise.” 

Steve nodded and flew away directly to the red room. Peggy grabbed her shield and ran to find Natasha, scared that it was too late already, but just when she saw Natasha, she saw how Melina flew away, screaming Natasha’s name before disappearing into the sky along with Steve. She looked back at Natasha who laid in the floor in pain, running to her and dropping to her knees. She then heard a loud explosion and pieces started to fall on them, Peggy rapidly helped Natasha and covered both of them with her shield, running to a safe place. Once she found a safe spot, she helped Natasha sit on the floor and checked on her. 

“Nat…are you alright?” 

“Pegs.” Natasha smiled. “Where’s-“

“He’s gone.” 

“Oh…right. I’m sorry.” Natasha groaned as she laid her head back.

Peggy wrapped her arms around her carefully, helping her to lean on her so she wouldn’t lay on the cold floor again. “I think you have a concussion.”

“Maybe so. Cause I see some tears in that pretty face.” Natasha chuckled softly.

Peggy rolled her eyes as she tried to hide her smile. “Let’s get out of here.” Peggy picked her up carefully and walked away.

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“Captain, I’m very sorry about this.” Fury walked to her as she walked out of her checkup. 

Peggy nodded. “I know. It’s alright. Things happen for a reason.”

Fury nodded. “Natasha is out of her checkup too; she was asking for you.” He grinned. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”

Peggy smiled as she looked at him and shook her head. “No, I’m taking tomorrow off.”

Fury chuckled. “Very well. Natasha also took the day off.” He said with a playful grin before he left.

Peggy blushed slightly but turned rapidly so he wouldn’t notice the redness on her face. She proceeded to walk to Nat’s room, hoping she was still there and to her surprise, she was. She smiled softly when Natasha looked at her, a small smile on her face. 

“Are you alright?” Peggy asked as she walked inside. 

“Yeah, just some bruises and a hurt knee. Melina told them about me hurting it when I was a kid so.” Natasha shrugged. “But I’m okay.” She looked up at Peggy. “Are you okay?”

Peggy nodded. “Yes.”

“You sure, Pegs? I-“

“I know what happened…” Peggy sighed as she tried to find the right words to say. “I know that- that was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t think I could live with losing Steve again, I was glad I got to see him again but truth is…you were right. It’s not him anymore. For a slight moment, he was back, but he didn’t want to live like that.” 

Natasha nodded. “I’m sorry you had to go through that again.”

“Well…he did say something that made me realize that all this time I was stopping myself from.” 

Natasha got up from the bed and raised her brows as she looked at Peggy. “Which is?”

“I was given a second chance. I could’ve died back then, but I didn’t. I was presented this chance to live, and all this time I’ve been trying to avoid it and try to make up for the time I lost. What I didn’t know was that…I was given a second chance, and I wanted to to live that second chance…with you.”

Natasha’s heart stopped for a moment as she stared at Peggy. That beautiful and sweet smile of hers, always wearing that beautiful red lipstick that captivated Natasha every single day. “What?” 

Peggy laughed. “You…really didn’t get what I just said?”

Natasha shook her head. “No, I just- I mean I did. I just…didn’t expect that.”

“I know it took me a while. It’s always been there, but I was too scared and a coward to accept that I want you. I can’t bring back what I lost, but I can move on and live my future.” 

“Well…gotta say I need to thank Steve for that. You wouldn’t have come to that conclusion yourself.” Natasha smirked.

“Oh for God sakes. Is that all you have to say?”

Natasha chuckled. “No. I have a lot to say.” She walked over to Peggy and wrapped her arms around Peggy’s neck, bringing their lips closer. “But I’d rather show it than talk.” 

Peggy smiled as she let Natasha pull her closer for a passionate kiss. They both knew all the times they have kissed before meant more than what they thought, but this time they were sure that kiss sealed whatever doubts they both had. Of course, they still had to talk about what they were, if they’d keep it private or not, though she knew one or two people already knew what was going on with them, but at this point, they really didn’t mind. Peggy pulled Natasha closer by wrapping her arms around her waist, Natasha smiled against her lips and caused the kiss to break, but it didn’t matter, because there would be more of those kisses from now on.

Peggy smiled as she looked at Nat. “So…yours or mine?”

“How about yours for tonight?” Natasha grinned.

“Sounds about right.” Peggy smiled as she grabbed her bag and Natasha’s, not being able to contain herself as she held Natasha’s hand softly. 

“So…is this enough for a long day?” Natasha asked as they walked together. 

“Well, I actually gotta tell you something that you possibly won’t believe.” Peggy chuckled.

“I’m sure I will, let’s but some pizza and a bottle of tequila.” Natasha looked at her with a smile.

“Yes, my darling.” Peggy smiled as she looked at Natasha. Life started to make sense again.