#either way though it means that i at least slept at some point which is good

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

Not to out myself as a theatre kid tm or anything but Rose Red Ghost Quartet kinda has some Eye vibes with the way she watched Pearl get run over by a train and took a picture of her death instead of trying to help.

[l0v3tast3]

Ok but older perv bf ghost would be such a menace like he would destroy your cunt in his back seat and then shake ur dads hand.( these older bf hcs make me go feral bb)

anon you are so right. he'll be so mean but like it's literally his fault that he's hot asf and u just wanna jump on him 24/7 ??? anyways tysm for the request and the kind words i hope you enjoy this anon !! ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 20's, simon is late 30's), dumbification, conditioning (consensual), orgasm control, spanking, degradation/praise kink, overstimulation/edging, car s3x, size difference/kink, possessive!simon, c0ckwarming

✎ word count: 1.8k words (not proofread)

masterlist | requests are open!

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who wants to see you become absolutely brainless because of him. you're such a smart girl usually, among the top of your class at university, and simon just loves to see that whole façade crumble away. he knows a good fucking is just what you need to unwind from your classes, and he is more than happy to give it to you.

✧ ˖ ° seeing you go all dumb on his cock makes simon nearly giddy, the feeling of how you stop pushing at his abs and just take it once he bullies his dick in far enough to fill your brain with him instead of whatever you're studying, the sight of your eyes rolling back and your little hands weakly grabbing at whatever they can reach for some semblance of grounding yourself. you know just as well as simon does that it's useless; he makes damn sure that you have nowhere to run to when he has you in his hold.

✧ ˖ ° another thing he makes sure of is that you steadily become the one to come onto him first. simon wants you to be his own little nymphomaniac, addicted to his cock, to him. it all works towards melting your brain quicker and quicker each time. there's a certain dedication he puts towards it- even by the time he was done with you the first time you slept together, he's planning it out, figuring out which muscles to press into to get you to mewl for him, just the right angle to pound his dick into you, how much you can take before he starts seeing dew drops collecting on your waterline.

✧ ˖ ° even outside of the bedroom (or kitchen, or living room, wherever he has yet to christen next in his house) simon's working on it. he'll give you so many hoodies, jackets, boxers, anything that smells like him that you want, and then he tells you that if you're going to touch yourself without him that you better be at least wearing his clothes while you do it. eventually you'll get to the point where you can't get off without the thought of him, without his scent, then without him. there's no doubt either that whenever you do get worked up without him, simon makes sure that you always tell him. text him, call him, send a damn carrier pigeon with a letter, he doesn't care, but he's going to guide you through every orgasm you have.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who can get to be a mean dom. he loves punishing you for whatever reason he can find, especially when you touch yourself without telling him. simon is an experienced special ops soldier who's used his hands to torture people as much as he's used them to pleasure you, so he has not a single problem with knowing how to get the truth out of you. obviously he doesn't torture you, though (not in a way you don't like).

✧ ˖ ° if it's been a long stretch of time where you haven't been able to see each other, he'll pull you onto his lap and start out all soft. he'll run his hands all over you, move his lips against yours sweet and slow, whisper about how much he missed his pretty little girl. he'll listen with a happy hum while you tell him how much you missed him, how much you need him. he'll guide your hips lightly when you can't help but start grinding against his thigh, hands pushing up your skirt to see which pair of underwear he gets to rip apart this time. and then he'll ask you how much you missed him.

✧ ˖ ° from the start you know the question is a double-edged sword, but you always answer truthfully. it only took you one lesson to learn that simon knows when you lie to him (he didn't let you cum for three days while he kept you at his house the entire time). he always appreciates the truth, praises you for being such a good girl for him when you honestly tell him that you only touched yourself during the short phone calls he was allowed while he was away. there's a little part of him that's always a bit disappointed though, the same part that turns into glee when you sheepishly admit that you couldn't wait for him.

✧ ˖ ° simon's always a bit too quick at flipping you over so your laying face-down over his thighs. one hand wraps around your neck to pull you up and arch your back, the other flipping up your skirt and grabbing roughly at your squishy ass. "couldn't fuckin' wait f'me, huh? y'so desperate for cock that y'can't follow simple orders? thought i already taught ya how to be patient," he spits, letting you fall back against the couch so his hand can move down to plant itself across your back. that's when he starts, not even waiting for you to try to apologize meekly or defend yourself. slaps that leave bruises you'll be feeling for days rain down across your ass and simon makes you count each one. if you lose count or stop, he'll push open your legs to smack your cunt and start all over. simon doesn't let up until you're sniffling and whining and your underwear is soaked through (which of course he makes fun of you for).

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who really is an absolute menace with you. he dangles your pleasure over your head like something he grabbed for you out of the cabinets, keeping it just out of your reach until he decides to give it to you. there won't ever be a moment where simon doesn't have most, if not all of the control. there's something about having that command over you, feeling you hand over your trust, your body and mind to him that's addicting. so no matter how cruel he can get, he'll always make sure to ply you with as many orgasms as you can handle (and then some) to show his appreciation.

✧ ˖ ° his brutishness can come in the form of wanting to see just how messy he can get you to be. he'll bury his face and fingers into your cunt until there's a puddle forming underneath you, and when he's done there, simon stuffs you full with his cock and fucks you until your makeup is running with your tears and smearing across the sheets. he'll rip off the clothes that bar him from seeing your gorgeous body so that you have to wear something of his afterwards. and god help you if he wants to fuck in the backseat of his car before you both go someplace. which, (not) shockingly, is something he wants to do before he meets your parents.

✧ ˖ ° with the car parked not too far from your parents house in some spot where people won't think to give the tinted windows a second look, he'll have you working your way down on his cock. every time you whine about how you're going to be late, they're going to know, they won't be happy, simon gives your ass a sharp slap and snaps his hips up into yours. "would y'rather i fuck you in your room while they're home? don't think you can keep quiet enough for that," he mocks, his tone condescending despite the fact that he's already planning on doing just that at some point.

✧ ˖ ° once you're practically limp against his body, letting him use you like his personal toy, he'll finally cum. you finish with him, your third orgasm in less than an hour, as he buries his cock to the hilt inside you and grinds his hips up. once you're semi-conscious again he helps you put on your underwear and pants and gives you his hoodie. and after you've taken off your ruined makeup and redid at least some of it, you'll drive the remaining minute to your parents house, where simon seems to know just how to get them to love him. meanwhile, you'll be shifting in your seat next to him while his cum creates a stain on your jeans.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who wants you to be with him basically 24/7 while he's not away on missions. you're his girlfriend, of course he wants to spend as much time as he can with you! never mind the fact that this man has probably been boxing away his libido for years. so while he's at his home, so will you be.

✧ ˖ ° you'll find that any clothes you bring over to your stays with simon don't really go missing as much as he blatantly makes them unwearable for you as long as you insist on still bringing them. why would you have any need for those when he has plenty for you? it's not like you'll be wearing clothes much anyway while he has you. it's a lesson you learn quickly to pack light, otherwise you'll be going home with scraps of fabric. simon doesn't not like your clothes (he thinks your style is adorable on you), but the way you smell like him with his hoodies and shirts, the way they're basically dresses on you serving to remind how much bigger he is than you, it drives him even crazier.

✧ ˖ ° because of how touch-starved (and horny) he is, simon prefers to always physically have you close to him. which means lots of cockwarming; he won't lie about how much he loves watching you try your very best not to squirm on his lap, not to lose yourself to how full you always feel with him inside you. whether you're watching a movie or he's working in his office or even just trying to sit down for a meal, simon will preemptively have you sinking down on his cock, chastising you about how eager you always are for him to just fuck you. it's nearly torture for him just the same as you, but the difference is that he has a lot more self-control than you do- just enough to give your thigh a stinging pinch every time you move a muscle.

✧ ˖ ° no matter how long he keeps you there, it'll always turn into simon pushing you against the nearest table or wall and fucking away the last few straggling thoughts in your head. he always waits until your breathing gets ragged and your nails are digging in hard. until you're panting against his neck from the effort it takes to not bounce yourself on his dick. until you're begging. "what? turned y'into that much of a whore that y'can't go five minutes without my cock? fine." he'll say it as if he's doing you a favor, as if he's going out of his way to satisfy the nymphomaniac that he himself has proudly created.

[webslingingslasher]

ok but what if some girl would be saying that she slept with frat!peter after some party (where he was with trouble) and stuff like "oh yeah he had me calling him daddy and he's totally not a boob guy" and trouble overhears her and goes to peter with "you would not believe what i have just heard" and joking that maybe she has magic tits or something

you weren't listening.

minding your own business, pouring liquor into plastic cups, and cracking a can of sprite for a mixer; a group of friends crowded behind you. not listening, but certain words poked out more than others.

"he's fucking jacked by the way, it's like when i hooked up with parker."

your blood ran cold, frozen in place you were straining your hearing for each word to follow, if she didn't add more context you'd be shaking peter by his shirt.

a friend gasps, "you did? when?"

oh, not old news?

yeah, when did she?

flashing your eyes to peter, he's talking to someone and not paying attention. you'll kill him.

"like, around the start of the school year?"

oh thank god, he's in the clear.

"okay, well... spill!"

you can't walk away, your feet are glued to the vinyl floor. maybe, you just want to know if peter's telling the truth when he says you're different than the rest.

"ass man all the way, insisted on doggy. big dick, strong game, threw me around a little, had me calling him daddy and everything. not very affectionate though, i don't think he kissed me, actually. and not a lick of a cuddle after, threw my dress at me and said 'need an uber?' but, hey, i'd still do it again."

another friend cackles, "too bad, nate begged him to do a double date and parker immediately shut it down and said, and i quote, 'no. i have a girlfriend. she doesn't want me dating other girls.' kinda sweet if you ask me."

your heart soars, this is the first time he's ever referred to you as his girlfriend. not that you were, at least not officially, but it's easier to explain than what you actually were, and you had no idea what you were. you assume he doesn't either.

their conversation falls into something else, making you feel confident in moving away from the counter with a full cup in each hand, walking straight to the most interesting man of the night.

peter perking up instantly, leaving his friend with a fist bump, meeting you halfway.

"hi trouble, i missed you." a warm kiss placed on your cheek, you can't help the grin while handing him his drink, "hi handsome, i got a question..." you trail your words off and shift your back against his chest so he'd have a clear view of who you're pointing at.

"see that group of friends, do you know anyone there?"

he barely gives them a look over, one harm slung over your waist, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, "no, don't think so."

nudging him, "no, really. look." a sigh, "looking, no one looks familiar." the back of your head hits his chest, "peter, c'mon. please don't tell me you're one of those guys."

"i don't know what you mean! are you testing me or something?"

turning in his hold, a small pout hangs. "you hooked up with one of them. tell me which one and you earn two brownie points."

that changes things, because now peter knows what the mission is and how to identify previous suitors. mind ticking and eyes running over each body in a different way. watching him analyze is interesting. You wonder what he looks for in a hookup.

"the one in the middle. i'm sure of it, but i can't remember her name. I think it started with an 's' or 'v' maybe 'l'?"

"It's whitney," peter cheers his cup on your shoulder, "oh yeah, that's right."

you spin in his grasp, "liar. i made that up." peter pulls you closer, "you're just so convincing, trouble. call me gullible."

humming, you press a kiss to his chin, "she was talking about you, wanna hear?"

"this feels like a trap, i don't like this idea."

"oh, you should. i heard all about you in bed, and how you told nate i was your girlfriend." peter shakes his head, "i think you've been hitting the sauce hard tonight and you're making things up."

shaking your head like a toddler, "nope, i heard the truth about daddy." peter's head is thrown back with a groan, "alright, wow, we're really doing this. what else did you hear?"

"that you're an ass man, and," you sway on your feet and pretend to twirl a stand of hair, a nasally sarcastic tone rips, "you're like so, super fucking jacked. like, seriously so sexy. ugh! with a big dick too!"

peter presses a kiss to your cheek, "thank you for the compliments, baby." another kiss, the corner of your mouth, "even if you're sarcastic." a delicate kiss to your lips, "and a little wrong."

"which part was wrong? she's right, you've got a fucking wrench."

your cup is pulled from your hand, "alright, it's done. we're done."

a whine, "no! c'mon, please, daddy?"

"i'll silence you and you won't like it."

"will it be with your monster coc-"

a hand is slapped over your mouth, "i'll kill you, and won't have a problem with it."

[wileys-russo]

Okay so I was thinking of a blurb with Mapi and Ingrid where reader takes a nap everyday after training or a game but she’s forced to go to team bonding at Alexias place by Mapi and Ingrid and is grumpy since she can’t take her nap and everyone is like what’s up with her when they see the grumpy look on her face and Mapi’s just like ‘oh she didn’t take her nap’ so the whole time reader is falling asleep on the couch either on someone’s shoulder or lap but she can’t because of the noise and when everyone’s finally gone and it’s just them and Alexia she finally falls asleep on Ingrid’s lap

as someone who absolutely thrives off naps, this was felt team bonding II m.león & i.engen

you could have said it was partially your fault, and maybe you would have had the situation been any different. however today you were much less willing to accept any sort of blame, rather pointing the finger at anyone and everyone else.

it had started as you'd all come back into the change rooms after a particularly brutal training session, the sun glaring down on you the entire time had meant your normally tanned and sun kissed skin was mildly burnt and coated with a thin sheen of sweat.

the first session of the day hitting the gym wasn't as bad, the team partially sheltered from the sweltering heat of the barcelona sun. thursdays were always a double session given it was the middle of the week and friday was a rest day, so the second session was of course out on the pitch and it would have been understated to say you struggled.

you'd lived in spain now for nearly three years however born and raised in dreary drizzly england had meant it had been nothing short of a huge adjustment to get used to the change in lifestyle, weather and climate.

especially when it came to running around, training and playing matches on days that sometimes peaked well above thirty degrees, you were often grateful for the drop in temperature when blessed with late afternoon and early evening games.

growing up you'd never been someone who could sit still, always itching to be running around, keeping your hands busy or kicking some sort of sports ball. you'd played almost every sport you could growing up, both of your siblings the same.

you'd felt sorry for your mother, a single mum trying to wrangle three incredibly active kids and dash them from school to practice and home with three different schedules. you would always be grateful to her, and to your grandparents who basically drove you every afternoon to some sort of extra curricular.

football had been what had stuck through the ages, your sister sticking with tennis and your brother abandoning everything to pursue law, though he played a friendly five a side with his colleagues of a monday night.

however despite your insanely high energy levels, work ethic and stamina, all of that exerted force had meant you'd crashed hard and very rarely had a healthy or consistent sleep schedule throughout your youth.

this had meant some days the best rest you got was naps. wether it be a quick twenty minute power nap on the way from school to football or a three hour doze on the sofa of a sunday afternoon after you'd played, you became incredibly dependent on the brief moments of rest and bliss that came with them.

so skipping ahead to present days, that hadn't changed. despite your professional career meaning you should have a consistent, healthy and reliable sleeping pattern, the majority of your rest and recharge came from your naps.

despite consistent scalding from the training staff about the importance of a solid eight hour minimum rest, most nights you were lucky if you slept five to six hours, which of course everyone reminded was due to the frequent naps you took throughout the day.

however old habits die hard and it wasn't anything that you felt affected your playing ability, so who was it really harming? or at least that was the case, most days.

today was no exception, if anything after such a tiresome day of running about in the heat you were extra exhausted and looked forward to nothing more than returning home. the safe little haven you'd created with your girlfriends would greet you with its sun soaked little loveseat you'd often curl up in to get a quick thirty minute power nap in.

or the end of your ever so cozy L shaped couch where you'd stretch out for a longer doze, often with your head in ingrids lap as she read a book and mapi would play video games beside you, headphones on as to not disturb you, both your girlfriends well equipped to your routine.

early on in the relationship they'd of course tried their hand to coax you into a much more stable sleeping routine. but rapidly learning all it would lead to was a night of you tossing and turning and fidgeting in between them, the constant movement and small huffs of frustration in turn keeping them awake as well, they quickly gave up on that battle.

but back to the locker room you'd busied yourself quickly showering and changing, too busied with your head in the clouds to overhear the team making plans for a bonding night at alexia's house. tomorrow being a rest day meant it was perfect to do something tonight, and had you tuned in and overheard you might have had some more time to plan.

however buried deep in your own thoughts and quickly sinking further and further into your bodies screaming demands for a nap you'd zoned out entirely. you'd snapped back to it at a jingle of keys by your ear, glancing up to find mapi staring down at you with an amused smile.

you were quick to your feet, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, waving your goodbyes as the three of you headed out of the building down to the carpark.

again you zoned out, head a fuzzy mess and skin still crawling from the thick humidity which plagued the air around you. had you been paying attention you might have overheard ingrid and frido or patri and pina behind you, all discussing who was needing to take what to alexia's.

mapi sliding into the drivers seat you kissed ingrids cheek in appreciation as she offered you the front, dumping your bags in the boot and settling into the warm leather you grimaced slightly but sighed, glad to at least finally be off your feet.

you smiled for a few photos as fans hung by the front gate, all keening to get pictures with their favourite players, though all three of you exhausted from the heat you kept it brief. finally on the road and heading home you joined into the initial conversation, though quickly found your eyes growing heavy.

"hey bebita no, we're almost home." mapi chuckled, hand moving to gently squeeze your thigh to stop you dozing off. both her and ingrid were more than capable of carrying your sleeping form inside as had been done plenty of times before, though exhausted from training if it was something that could be avoided then they would do their best to do so.

you busied yourself discussing training with the two of them, as well as the upcoming game against athletico on the weekend. your mother was coming to visit for a few days and you spent time going over what she wanted to do and see while she was here, the three of you grabbing your bags finally home.

in the elevator up to your shared apartment your struggle increased, eyes heavy once again as your head fell to mapi's shoulder, leaning a little more into her body making her smile and kiss the side of your head affectionately.

you heard her ask you something in spanish but half asleep you only hummed, agreeing to whatever she'd said as the doors opened on your floor. ingrid unlocking your front door you stumbled inside, scowling at the blonde haired spaniard beside you who'd stuck her foot out to trip you.

ingrid scolding her in norweigein you threw your bag at her and she chuckled, moving to put them away. you squatted down to fondly rub bagheera's head, picking him up and making a beeline for the sofa, your usual spot calling your name as you sighed grateful for the air con blasting around the apartment.

"siesta time handsome." you mumbled, collapsing tiredly onto the sofa and moving a cushion behind your head, bagheera curling up on your stomach. you sighed contendly, one hand stroking his warm fur as your eyes slammed shut and you started to drift off.

though your brief slumber was halted by something poking at your cheek. "go away!" you huffed, cracking one eye open to see mapi stretched out on the other end of the sofa, poking you with her toe as you shoved her legs away.

"what are you doing elskling?" once again you began to drift until a new voice spoke up, now opening both eyes you looked up to see a pair of green orbs looking down at you curiously.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you mumbled back tiredly, flinching as the older girl pinched your leg for the comment. "takin a nap." you sighed, eyes closing again as you felt bagheera's weight move off of you, jumping to instead settle in between mapi's tattooed legs which still stretched along the sofa.

"why? we need to get ready to go to alexia's." at that your eyes shot wide open and a frown knitted deep into your eyebrows, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbows.

"why are we going to ale's?" you questioned, confused at the odd break in your usual post training routine. "see amor i told you she was not listening." mapi tutted, shaking her head at you as you shot her a tired glare.

"did you not hear anything we spoke about after training? or in the car? or in the elevator?" ingrid questioned, an annoyed frown settling into her features as she folded her arms and stared pointedly down at you. "no i did not. i'm tired and i need a nap." you grumbled, annoyance growing the longer you were forced to stay awake.

with that you rolled over onto your side, back showing to the tall norweigein who scoffed. "hey! wakey wakey." mapi's feet dug into your back as she cooed at you, shaking your body as you inhaled deeply.

a string of spanish curses dropping from your lips you turned and smacked her legs, a little harder than intended before getting to your feet, thumping off to the bedroom ignoring their calls after you.

"nope!" you groaned loudly as arms wrapped around your torso before you could throw back the covers and slip into bed. "i'm tired." you whined, head leaning back onto mapi's shoulder, pouting up at your girlfriend who smiled in amusement.

"too bad, we have team bonding cariño and we promised we'd go, all of us." mapi tilted your head back a little further, hand gently gripping your chin as she placed a somewhat apologetic kiss to your lips, thumb running over your bottom lip as she pulled away.

"i'm not going. suddenly im sick!" you fake coughed pushing away from her, feeling another pair of eyes burn into you as you flopped backwards onto the bed, covering your face with your hands.

"you are going. get up and changed!" you peeked through your fingers to see ingrid staring firmly down at you, mapi whisting knowingly and ducking out of the room not wanting to get involved.

"no." you replied just as firmly, face still buried in your hands. "you are twenty four stop acting like a child. get up, now." her tone shifted into one you knew all too well, and looking up the fire which simmered just behind her eyes you knew you had about two minutes to do as she asked or you'd pay for it later.

"can i nap for a half hour baby, please?" you switched approach, hands moving to fall at your sides as you looked up pleadingly, her features softening a little but her arms remained crossed.

"no kjære , we need to be there in an hour and it's a twenty minute drive."

at her words you groaned even louder than before, hauling your body up and storming off to the bathroom, making a point to slam the door after you. "pain in the ass every day." ingrid mumbled under her breath with a roll of her eyes.

"no amor you asked for that, you know how she gets when she's tired." mapi held her hands up in defense at the withering look shot at her, backing out of the room again mumbling under her breath in spanish, all too used to mediating between the two of you knowing just how stubborn you could both be when in disagreement over something.

"come on niña bonita, smile. stop being grumpy!" you shifted at mapi's words, the slightly taller girl hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek a few times.

"we'll stay for a few hours and then you can go home and sleep, okay?" ingrid spoke softly, running a hand through your hair as you sighed tiredly but nodded none the less as mapi pressed the buzzer. within seconds the door was opening and you winced at the sudden change of volume, most of the girls seemingly already having arrived.

"ay chica why do you look so down hm?" alexia smiled, bringing you into a hug as she closed the door, the older girl like a sister to you as you sighed and grumbled about being tired.

"you sleep more than a newborn amiga, how are you always so tired?" her body vibrated with laughed as she kissed your cheek teasingly and let you go. "she does not sleep, like a vampire!" patri teased pulling a face at you as pina joined in and you rolled your eyes pushing past them, ignoring their offended calls after you that you'd blanked their hug.

you made a beeline to collapse next to lucy, head immediately falling to your national teammates shoulder. "oh did the little baby not get its nap?" she cooed harshly pinching your cheeks, having known you for years she immediately recognized the signs of exhaustion present in your features.

"no!" you huffed, pushing her hands off as she grinned. "tough luck kid, hard life being an adult." she sighed, patting your cheek and moving so her arm stretched over the back of you and you could settle a little more into her side as mapi took the vacant seat next to you.

normally if you were curled into anyone elses sides both her and ingrid would be green with envy, but lucy having had a heavy hand in the three of you even getting together in the first place they knew she was just as fiercely protective of you as they were.

you felt your girlfriends tattooed hand rest on your leg, fingers tracing shapes absentmindedly on your thigh as she engaged in conversation with the team.

you remained quiet as an hour dragged by and alexia tried her best to organise a food delivery, struggling heavily to decipher orders as no one seemed to be able to answer her without speaking over the top of someone else.

you jolted up awake as alexia snapped, captain mode slipping in effortlessly as she shouted a loud and stern string of catalan, everyone pausing before quietly relaying their preferences one by one.

food ordered everyones focus switched to games, an assortment of different board and card games from all different nations littering the floor. you opted out of playing, shooting poor esmee a murderous look as she attempted to drag you to your feet to be her partner.

"england why are you so moody today?" you looked up to meet oshoala's amused grin as mapi stood from beside her to help alexia get the food delivery from downstairs, the warmth of her hand on your leg instantly missed.

"baby didn't get its nap!" you grunted as two bodies landed on top of you, patri wrangling you into a headlock as claudia sat on your chest, both girls poking and jabbing at you.

something not uncommon for the three of you, known to rough house around quite often given your close ages but today you were not in the mood. you swore and cursed at them in spanish, a few of the older girls in the room shooting you disapproving looks for your language as the games continued.

"i would leave her be unless you want to lose a finger patri, she is a biter." mapi warned with a suggestive grin, returning as most of the girls hurried to their feet at the promise of food. claudia gagged at the insinuation and punched you halfheartedly in the stomach, scurrying away as patri was quick to follow before you could retaliate.

"i want to go home." you huffed, sitting up and running a hand through your tousled hair, fixing your clothes with a glare over the spaniards shoulder at the culprits who were too busy stuffing their faces to care.

"well we aren't." mapi chuckled, hands on your knees as she leant down and moved in closer. "if you're a good girl bebita i promise to reward you when we do get home, in any way you want." the older girl murmured in your ear, teeth gently tugging on your earlobe leaving your cheeks flushed red.

"any way?" you clarified as the defender nodded with a smile. "but only if you behave and lighten up a little, we are here to bond with the team." your girlfriend warned as you nodded.

"otherwise i will just let ingrid have her way with you for the snappy comments earlier, and we both know she does not forget hermosa." mapi smiled knowingly as you sighed, your girlfriend leaning in and pecking your lips a few times until they curled into a smile.

speaking of, ingrid took lucys seat beside you, placing a plate of food in your lap as mapi disappeared to get her own, the rest of the girls settling themselves around the living room as chatter and laughter filled the air.

the taller girl smiled in surprise as you thanked her in norweigen, leaning up to kiss her softly before starting to eat. "don't need to be hand fed do we grumpy?" keira teased, gesturing for your girlfriend to feed you as you flipped her off, ingrid knocking your hand down as your english team mate grinned and took a seat on the floor beside aitana.

mapi settling in on your other side with her own food you tried to make more of an effort, not contributing much to conversation but actively listening. you grinned as you stole some of your girlfriends food, mapi flicking your ear affectionately before kissing your cheek, happy to see you were a little more engaged.

food finished and games back in commencement you found yourself still wedged between your girlfriends, your legs draped over mapi's lap as ingrid held you from behind, chin resting atop your head.

slowly as the night grew later the girls began to drop off, and as the chatter and laughter died down your exhaustion was quick to resurface, blinking drowsily as you tried to stay awake.

but eventually you could fight no more and sleep won, your body suddenly becoming a lot more heavy which didn't go unnoticed by your girlfriends. the last of your team mates leaving alexia returned to the living room to see ingrid hoist your dead asleep form into her lap properly, scoffing with an amused shake of her head.

alexia's girlfriend olga due home from work soon and you seemingly passed out cold your girlfriends agreed to stay and watch a movie, grateful both for your lack of complaining and that you were finally getting some much needed rest.

"you know we are going to get home and she will be wide awake again now, yes?" mapi sighed with a smile, moving your hair out of your face and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "i'm counting on that." ingrid smiled though a little less sweetly as mapi caught on, knowing smirk curling into her lips as alexia shot to her feet hearing a knock at the door.

"well, i did promise her a reward." "you're too soft with her." "i am not, you are just too bossy." "neither of you seem to mind that." "you do not give us a choice amor." "is that so? well maybe i need to remind both of you-"

"too loud." you mumbled up tiredly, hands coming to rest over their mouths still half asleep, mapi pressing a kiss to your palm before they dropped limply back to your sides.

"well eskling, guess we'll see who is right when we get home then."

[bunnivez]

Episode 1… A Crazy Night

The rays of sun peeking through the curtains hit your warm skin. Peace— is what you felt. Your mind was completely out of the world forgetting about everything; reality.

The smell of some expensive cologne filled in your senses— wait.. expensive cologne?

Your eyes shot wide open only to get jump scared by the person sleeping peacefully besides you, their face facing yours.

Who..?

Long Lashes, white hair, purple tattoos, piercings… Is she naked?

“What the fuck..” you quietly said before sitting, were you this sore before?

‘Wait… WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!?’ you quickly panicked at the realization that not only were you in the same bed as a stranger—but you both are fucking NAKED. THIS PLACE ISN’T EVEN YOUR PLACE.

“Hmm. You awake now?” You heard the woman groan. Startled you looked down at her once again with wide eyes. There she was, a hand ran through her hair putting it back as she opened her eye revealing a pretty blue.

You felt your heart stop at the realization. The relation that this wasn’t just a woman you most likely slept with, but Zoya …. WHAT.

“WAIT… You are…” You went pale as your eyes didn’t leave hers.

“Yeah? Do you not remember me or somethin’?” She teased with a smirk.

What even happened last night?

…

It was late and you went out to go clubbing with your friends. Not only that but your favorite band The Legion were playing there tonight! It wasn’t too rare for them to perform in clubs, and during those times the clubs would end up packed. Even to the point that others can’t even enter due to how full it is. Luckily for you, your friends managed to be one of the ones to enter first meaning you got first row as well!

Zoya, the lead singer of The Legion was your favorite member. She had a beautiful voice, was skilled with the guitar, absolutely attractive and hot, what girl wouldn’t fall for her?

Throughout the whole performance your eyes were glued on her. Taking in the sight of her exposed muscles, the sweat dripping down her forehead, the way her fingers pressed on the guitar’s strings, the way her lips moved.

And strangely enough— you’d notice the quick glances she gave you.

…

“Are you alright?” Zoya asked and you quickly snapped out of your thoughts. “Y-yeah” you replied and quickly got up in search for your clothes which were scattered on the floor. You felt her eyes look at you while you tried to put your clothes back on, but no words were exchanged between you two. What were you supposed to even say? ‘Thank you for the lovely time last night even though I don’t remember shit! ’.

Until the silence was finally broken, “Hey.. Want me to drive you back home?” “Um… No i’m okay.” “Please. At least let me get you an uber or something.”

Things were already too awkward, her driving you back home? Might as well die. Yet walking your way back home alone not knowing exactly where you are isn’t the smartest choice either.

“.. Alright, thank you.”

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She guided you outside the hotel, again, no words were spoken between the two of you. But she was even nice enough to open the car’s door for you and close it before saying goodbye and “have a nice day”.

What else was there to say?

“Where to, miss?” The driver asked looking at you through the mirror. Once you gave them your adress the car started.

You remembered you haven’t checked your phone earlier, so when you turned it on you find it filled with so many messages and missed calls from your friends from last night— some from earlier around 5:00.

After finally arriving home, you took a shower, changed into some clean clothes and sat on the couch the whole day watching movies, doing a bit of cleaning, cooking something— anything to get your mind off of her.

Yet despite your efforts nothing seemed to work. It’s not like you slept with some random girl— no, this is Zoya. Bai Yi and K.K weren’t joking; if anyone saw you and Zoya leaving the hotel together there will be reports and pictures taken by the paparazzi all over the internet; something that has been done before with other girls that have been seen with Zoya.

Another thing that occupied your mind was; how did it all happen?

…

The concert ended, people were starting to leave, some stayed to call for a ride, others trying to get autographs from The Legion. You weren’t drunk, just had a few drinks but you were fine along with your friends… Surprisingly Bai Yi didn’t get too drunk.

“Guys ima use the restroom, are you coming?” You asked, Bai Yi and K.K shook their heads, “Nah, i’m good. I will try to get an *hic* autograph from The Legion for ya!” Bai Yi winked.

K.K sighed as she looked at a sleeping Deren snoring loudly taking up the whole couch “It was a bad idea bring her. We should’ve taken Che with us instead.

“You know he would decline in a second.” You laughed, “Anyway I will come back in a bit.”

“Don’t take too long! I don’t want to stay for too long with these two, especially since Chelsea left early.” You heard K.K exclaim.

Oh yeah, Chelsea did leave pretty early; she said something about how she promised one of her sugar babies a night together or something along those linee.

Quickly you opened the restroom door and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and makeup a bit before you heard something else enter, and much to your surprise when you looked at the person through the mirror you saw her— and she was staring at you.

“Hey, tonight was hella crowded huh?” She smiled at you as if she has met you before. She was so much more attractive up close, you couldn’t get your eyes off of her, you even forgot how to breath because holy shit— THIS IS ZOYA TALKING TO YOU RIGHT NOW.

“U-um, yeah haha, there was so many people that came to watch you guys.”

Zoya started washing her hands which gave you the opportunity to take a peek, her fingers were long, nails painted black, she wore those chunky silver rings—

“Hm. I think I have seen you in some of my previous concerts.” Zoya suddenly spoke.

You quickly looked away to the side flustered and surprised that she even noticed you, “Yeah! I am a very big fan. I try to attend to every concert you guys hold, I’m surprised you noticed.”

She chuckled “Well it’s kinda hard not to notice a pretty girl like you.”

Did she.. just call you pretty!? OHDSHABAHAJAHAJ GAUSHWTAJAGAUWGWHSBGSHSVWSHAJjsywj

“Me? Pssshh, nah.” You rolled your eyes yet you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot at the compliment.

Once she finished washing her hands she turned around to look at you properly; getting a bit closer even, “Nah, I’m being for real. You’re very pretty— almost couldn’t take my eyes off you back there.” she smirked. “I even wanted to go and talk to you and stuff.”

���Oh? Then could it be that you came here because I was too?” You joked. Zoya shook her head and smiled, “No, that was just pure luck. I didn’t expect you to be here honestly.”

You hummed and stood there awkwardly. You were nervous that is no doubt, but who the heck wouldn’t? Especially in the presence of one of your favorite artists.

“Mind joining me for a drink? I’ll pay.”

You accepted the offer. The rest of the night went smoothly, some fans that stayed asked Zoya for autographs or pictures, but her attention was all on you. That night you learned many things about her. She liked her liquor strong, had a high alcohol tolerance, wasn’t good at driving but is great with motorcycles, loves her band and see’s the members as her own family.

You both talked like you’ve been friends for a long time, like this wasn’t Zoya from your favorite band, but just Zoya. Before you knew it, you both kissed, and soon you were in her bed; and on that moment you forgot about everything, like your friends, telling them you left, you were only focused on her.

The way her lips felt against your own, the way her hands roamed across your body, touching— grabbing you everywhere. The way she made you scream her name, arch your back, scratch her back with your nails. It all felt heavenly.

Suddenly nothing mattered, not even the consequences, not even the fact that you two didn’t know each other well, that she didn’t even know your damn name.

…

Oh fuck.

No you really did it this time (Y/n).

“Holy shit.” You groaned and buried your face on the pillow.

Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

You did fucking sleep with her…

Oh god you’re now one of the girls she has slept with, why!? Why would you do that knowing it would be a terrible mistake.

After cursing yourself for some time you decided the best thing to do at the moment is sleep, rest your mind, get your head off of things.

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You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. With a groan you turned around and reached for your phone, squinting your eyes due to the light of the screen as you tried to read the message Bai Yi left you along with a missed call— then she called you again.

You answered..

You: Whats up?

Bai Yi: HAVE YOU CHECKED THE NEWS YET!?

You: What do you mean? I just woke up.

Bai Yi: GIRL YOU’RE EVERYWHERE, THEY FOUND OUT ABOUT YOU AND ZOYA.

You: *sits up quickly* WHAT!?

Bai Yi: Someone saw you and Zoya leave the hotel she was staying at TOGETHER, they took pictures and people are now making rumors that maybe you two might be in a secret relationship or just another nightstand.

You: You’re joking, bro this is actually not funny—

Bai Yi: I’m not, here, i’ll even send you a damn report that has been published not too long ago.

And much to your horror, she truly wasn’t joking. The link she sent leaded to a news report and there you were with Zoya, her helping you get inside the uber with words in bold that read “Lead singer of the band The Legion has been found with a mysterious woman”.

You: What. The . Fuck.

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[frostbittenz]

COUGHS VERY LOUDLY /j

shares my super cute and awesome jetkobra hcs with u bc I’m so obsessed with them rn ;3 (some have slight nsfw, so warning for that and bc it’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep)

Jet Star is usually very protective of Kobra since he’s really close with him and doesn’t want to lose him

Jet Star’s love language is physical touch. even though Kobra hates physical touch(he’s not a big fan of it), he still allows him to get closer and invade his personal space.

Kobra really likes to reassure Jet of things, since Jet is sometimes a huge overthinker.

when The Girl was still a Little Baby, they both used to take care of her when the other two killjoys weren’t able to for whatever reasons, which led to The Girl calling them both “dad” at some point

they both keep their relationship secret most of the time, and they’re both happy with that. But even if they keep it secret mostly, both of the two are not afraid to get protective over each other when someone tries to hit on either of them.

their ship dynamic is Yapper x Listener

Jet loves to ramble and yap about his interests(especially space and all that) while Kobra listens. Kobra loves being a listener, he likes listening to Jet’s voice and the same thing the other way around

they both sometimes don’t even need to use words to communicate, sometimes a look with the eye(s) is enough to say a few words.

they both like sitting in silence sometimes, just being near each other is enough for the both of them

now to the somewhat nsfw ones *rubs my hands like a evil fly ;3*

After long missions/patrols/days or whatever, they both try to find a spot somewhere where no one can see them so they can get a little touchy with each other to reward themselves for the long day

Jet is actually the more submissive one in bed, but he’s a switch so he can be both dominant and submissive.(he prefers being the bottom though)

Kobra isn’t a loud person in bed, but he sure leaves a lot of marks. Which is why Jet is mostly covered in hickeys, scratches, bites, ect.

Kobra likes to be on top, but only in certain positions (iykyk ;3)

(this one’s a little funny and also not mine, one of my irl friends made this one up!!) the first time they ever slept together, Jet’s mom caught them right in the middle of it.

Jet is a somewhat noisy person in bed (which is a good thing, not a bad thing), but Kobra actually likes it cuz it means that it’s at least good

OKAY BYEEEEEE ;3

[002yb]

Regarding your konjay au, how do you think Tim and Dick would react to what happened between Jay and Kon???

Refering to this ask.

Part of me thinks that Kon and Jason would keep that little affair under wraps. Just a folly of brokenhearted boys that they won't speak of ever again. But also? It's Kon. Poor guy would feel so guilty, like he cheated, so he'd blab about it to Tim out of the blue some days later with no details other than, 'I slept with your brother. Sort of.'

And Tim, in an attempt to be supportive because he's clueless to Kon's feelings, would bear the news with feigned nonchalance. Which would hurt Kon even more because, 'you don't care?' and 'why would I?' (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Which is just...devastating to Kon, to say the least. But he smiles and plays it cool and Tim does the same and for the first time ever - it's uncomfortable; it's awkward and unpleasant and both of them want to get away from each other.

Despite what he says though, Tim is not okay. He feels an irrational sense of betrayal and there's only one person Tim wants to take it out on.

Which leads to a vicious and ugly fight with Jason. And look, Tim isn't nice about it. He's hurt and he lashes out in terrible ways. Accusing Jason of using Kon to hurt Tim, that Tim will fuck him up for fucking with Kon's feelings, that Jason has reached new lows to play someone like this. Just so irrationally betrayed that he can't see straight.

Maybe for a time Jason would take it. And because Jason is Jason, he'd probably let Tim think whatever the fuck he wants just to get in his head and because miscommunication is the bat family way, but also? Jason tormenting Tim with a pointed, accusatory: 'why do you care so much?'

And to drive the knife in further: 'It wasn't me who hurt him.'

Which immediately alarms Tim because 'who?' but Jason won't tell him. He just snarls and shoves away from Tim, 'figure it out, Robin.'

But anyway, on to ₊˚⊹♡DickJay✧˖°.:

Because of course Dick hears about the fight between Tim and Jason. Probably from Tim, who was embarrassed for lashing out in such a mean way (and also because f e e l i n g s).

So Dick goes to check in on Jason who has been notably MIA since everything went down. Maybe he finds Jason on patrol and they sit on the ledge of some building overlooking the Alley, or maybe Dick breaks into Jason's house with comfort food and drinks so that they can powwow.

Either way, Jason doesn't fucking want to. Get lost.

But of course Dick isn't deterred. They sit in silence, an easy quiet until the tension in Jason's body ebbs away and it's him that relents with a grumbled, 'well? get on with it.'

Dick isn't there to lecture him or slap him on the wrist though. He's just... confused? Yeah. Confused on why since there was never anything [with Kon] there before. And when Jason retorts with a deadpan, 'rebound sex,' Dick is genuinely flummoxed because Jason isn't a rebound??

And ahhhhh the bittersweet vibes of the moment because Dick is really oblivious to Jason's unrequited feelings for him. And also unintentionally sweet to think Jason is more than a rebound pick-up, something quick and easy and convenient. But yeah, when Jason admits that the rebound was mutual, Dick gets it but is also alarmed because what? Who??

'Doesn't matter.' Jason would say, though he gets cheeky with the saddest of smirks when he tells Dick to hit him up if he's ever looking for a rebound himself.

Extra: Jason anticipating being told to apologize for Tim, but Dick waves him off and makes a truly tone deaf sort of comment about young loves and jealousy and 'you know how it is.' Only to realize as soon as he's said it that, wait. No? Jason missed out on those years, didn't he? And then Dick is perpetually OTL and Jason just pats his back because, 'don't worry about it, big bird. i didn't miss out on anything.'

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

can you do a hc about nash and alisa ans what happened between them?

what happened to alisa and nash head canons

of course! this one is going to be on the shorter side bc we don't really know much about either of them as characters. a little recap of what we do know for those reading this who forgot: alisa and nash broke up bc nash wanted to distance himself from his grandfather but alisa didn't want to bc she was too loyal to him. basically, they just wanted different things. hope you enjoy!

near the end of their relationship, nash started to resent alisa for choosing tobias over him. he was under the impression, for a while at least, that alisa didn't love him anymore bc he wasn't good enough for her. he was still in love with her, but, being with her reminded him of his insecurities and his grand father.

alisa honestly didn't really like working for tobias. she would've left him with nash, but she didn't know who she was if she wasn't one of tobias hawthorne's lawyers. she had been by his side (even before she was a lawyer) for so long she didn't know what she'd do without him.

alisa also felt guilty just thinking about leaving tobias behind bc he had been so helpful over the years. i mentioned in my sad alisa hcs post that she lost her mom at a young age and her father was always working. tobias was like a second father for her in a way. he was there for her when her own parents couldn't/didn't want to be.

their break up was sort of mutual. it was very friendly (so no screaming or anything). they sort of just realized at some point that things between them wouldn't work out

nash was the one who officially put an end to things though. one night, before bed, he just said 'hey, i think we should end things'. they talked it out, and that night they slept in different beds for the first time since they got together.

it was harder for alisa to come to terms with their break up. nash had already been thinking about it for a while whilst alisa was in denial.

they had been distancing themselves from one another for months before that. they were avoiding each other in hallways, purposefully making plans when they should be spending time with the other, etc.

i think that they broke up a few months (maybe even a year) before emily died. i don't think that nash would be the type of person to immediately move on from one person and get engaged to another (libby) in a year (this means they broke up 1 1/2 / 2 years before avery inherited)

officially putting an end to things didn't only hurt nash bc it was the end but also bc he thought she was his only chance at happiness/marriage. he was under the impression no one else would want him. he sort of mentioned this in tbh, but i think that for months after the break up, he hid all of these insecurities and feelings from his brothers (successfully) in order to take care of them bc its 'his responsibility as an older brother'.

alisa's father got really mad at her for breaking things off. he was sort of excited to become nash's father in law and becoming part of the hawthorne family (he was loyal to tobias and would never hurt him but he had always been a bit jealous). he blamed her for it and didn't speak to her for 2 months which made things even worse for her.

alisa started doing really bad at her job, the only reasons tobias didn't fire her is because 1. he felt sorry for her, 2. he had grown quite close to her over the years, and 3. he knew she would slowly heal and start working properly again.

tobias found out that the reason nash broke up with alisa is bc he didn't want anything to do with him anymore. they had already been on 'bad' terms for a while but this really ruined their relationship. they still loved each other of course (even though nash didn't want to, he was still family), but those years before his death were quite tough on them.

bc nash is famous, their relationship was quite public, meaning that, when they broke up, everyone was talking about it. there were whispers everywhere, rumors about the reason behind their break up, articles being written about them, etc. this made everything worse for them bc they constantly had to make public statements and had to avoid going outside. their break up was also very unexpected. nash and alisa were sort of like the tom and zendaya of tig.

the break up is actually what got nash into bartending. he was at a bar, drinking his feelings away, and chatting with the other bartenders and realized that this could be a thing he'd enjoy.

nash would disappear from the house even more to avoid alisa and his grandfather. this really hurt his younger brothers and it affected their relationship with him. they eventually fixed it, but it was rough for a while.

[faroreskiss]

"Do you think I'm a cheater?"

Summary: Isekai!Reader has a dilemma. You remember your S/O in our world and talk to Link about it. You know, the Link you slept with. Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone. Read on Ao3

"Hey Link," you called out to him, as you idly drew random shapes on the dirt floor. The night was quiet, except for the cicadas; or whatever bug making the chirping noises, and the small fire crackling nearby. And of course the snoring.

After the postman incident, thoughts of your own world occupied you again. You had been distant and they noticed. You couldn't sleep as much either, but thanks to the lack of your fighting skills, there was always a Link with you, taking the turn for the watch duty.

"Yeah?" Wild replied softly, with a low volume.

"Do you think I'm a cheater?" You deadpanned, still playing with the stick, not looking at his face.

"What?" He looked perplexed. Did you mean the flirting and glances between you and the rancher? But again, it's not like what was between you and Wild was all that clear in the first place, even though you did share each other's bodies... Once, right before Chain. Then cuddled during trying times, showed affection to each other.

Oh.

Right. You never talked about your life on the other side. Sure, about how some things were in your world, education, maybe some economy. But almost never your personal life, and none of them ever pushed you.

Hell, you actively tried not to think about it, you let go in a way at some point, thinking you'd never see them again anyway, so YOLO?

But then seeing how you are now traveling between eras, didn't that mean you could go back to your own world at some point?

How cruel. How cruel that only after years you learn that there is a possibility.

You sighed.

"I... I actually have, or had, or have.." you stumbled upon your words, not knowing which tense to use.

"There is someone in my world... that is, or was my partner."

Your lips formed a line again, you were still not looking at him. Wild didn't speak for a moment, only understanding what you meant by cheating, just now. You heard some shuffling, he dropped down from the tree silently like a cat.

"(Y/N)..." he started speaking, you interrupted him.

"I know... We have been together for quite a while too, we lived together. But then I was suddenly somewhere else, some world else," you were trying to keep your low voice from trembling, holding back the bitter tears.

He just listened, cautiously moving near you, but not quite making contact.

"I- I ignored their existence since I thought I'd never see them again, then a couple of years passed and I ended up sleeping with someone else, uh, no offense," you were still not looking at him.

"Actually two at once," he snickered. Wild didn't know what to say, so he at least tried to lighten the mood.

"Not funny, not right now!" You hit his shoulder playfully. It was a little bit funny, at least you got distracted from your gloomy mood.

"(Y/N), you thought they were lost to you, forever. How can that be cheating?" He inquired, with a serious tone this time.

You knew he had a point. But that wasn't as straightforward as he thought.

"You are biased," you scoffed. "And look at the Old Man, he sure got to see his wife again. I bet he wouldn't... indulge, like I did." You gulped, guilt was clawing at you again, making it hard to breathe.

"Yeah what a fair comparison. He was thrown into a precarious situation constantly fighting and jumping worlds and guesses he'd probably see his Hyrule again, and you, who had a peaceful life in a village for years with no way to return to your home. Really, a great way to make yourself a big baddie," he said with a sarcastic tone, a tinge of scolding mixed in.

You paused. You have never heard Wild speak this much before. You just mumbled something about not having tried hard enough, still staring at the twig you had in your hand.

He moved closer and gently lifted your chin towards him, making your eyes meet. You melted a little inside, which only fed your guilt even more.

"Look..." he said. "Fine, it is complicated." He sighed, not breaking eye contact in the dimly lit night.

"But you didn't do anything wrong, okay?" He tried to assure you. You averted your gaze again.

"Now that we know... What does it mean, Link? If I can get back to my world one day, does that mean... we, I..."

You trailed off. Wild just listened.

This was really complicated, way too complicated. You didn't want to push him away, you were selfish.

Yet thinking of your partner, wrecked with the pain of losing you perhaps, while you were in the arms of another, receiving comfort? Your stomach was twisting.

After all, maybe they did find someone else already? Or were you merely trying to justify your actions?

Oh Gods, you bet Sky wouldn't think so highly of you. Old Man wouldn't either. None of them would.

As you mentally shuddered, you gave in and leaned on Wild, even if a bit awkwardly.

"Don't tell the others, will you?"

"It's your life to tell," he assured you as he put his arm around your shoulder as you both leaned on the tree. The turmoil of emotions wouldn't let you go further, but at least you enjoyed the companionship and understanding he offered for now.

"I will never judge you, no one can, not for this," he said softly.

You were glad, but guilt still ate at you. Between these legendary heroes, it made you feel small. Shouldn't you have had some type of undying love story?

"...and what if we end up in my world?" your voice but a whisper. He didn't reply immediately.

"We'll cross that bridge when it comes to it, I guess," he ghost shrugged. His eyes had a distant look.

"But I'll be there, okay?" He added somewhat awkwardly.

You gave him a weak smile as you nodded, not knowing what to say, what to do. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted to be close. He probably wanted the same but didn't want to force a choice on you.

What comes next would be your own choice. How you wanted to proceed now, was your problem.

But he would be there, whatever you chose.

You leaned on the tree trunk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, then you slowly drifted off to sleep. A warmth with a tinge of guilt embraced you, giving you dreams of bridges and portals as you fell asleep.

And the face of your beloved.

[mycomfortblanket]

No Title Yet, something will come to me

Nada

"You and Aang really slept together... like went all the way? As in sex?" Katara says, leaning forward.

Katara, Suki, and Toph are sitting around a small table in one of the many gardens enjoying some tea. After Suki and Toph had left Aang's room, Toph insisted on finding Katara so that she wouldn't have to recount the story twice.

"Yes, Sugar Queen. How has that not gotten through your head?" Toph says slightly annoyed. She leans back against one of the pillars that is next to the table before sipping her tea. Iroh must have made it because the herbs are mixed just right so that it's calming and soothing her stomach. Suki is insisting she tell every detail of the night, which, remembering the alcohol that had played such a major hand in the night, has made her want to vomit everywhere.

"I just really didn't expect you guys to become... intimate like that," Katara says, hesitating on the word 'intimate'.

"Really? Even Sokka saw that coming. He was actually the one to point it out to me, now that I think about it..." Suki trails off on that last thought. "The only thing I'm having trouble with is how rough he was. That doesn't sound like Aang at all."

"I know, that part surprised me, too. But, I actually really liked it," Toph says, muffling the last part of the sentence behind her cup.

"Was he like that with you?" Suki asks Katara.

Katara chokes a little on the tea she is sipping. She really hadn't thought that the subject would have ever found its way back to her and Aang's past relationship. It was such a forgotten event in the groups timeline that no one ever really brought it up.

"Uh, no. No. We weren't ever... like that... with each other," she says, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Wait, did you guys not ever have sex?" Suki questions, her eyes wide and disbelieving.

"I didn't say that! We just weren't like that."

"Liar," Toph coughs out.

Katara sends a glare towards her, "Fine! We never did it. We never actually got around to it. I mean, sheesh, he was only 15 when we broke up."

"And you were 17," Suki unhelpfully points out.

"So?"

"Sooo. I'm just saying, a woman has her needs," Suki finishes with a shrug.

"Well, she did get with Zuko right after the break up, so you know they went at it," Toph says with a sly grin before a thought occurs to her. "Wait! If you and Twinkletoes never had sex... but there's no fucking way he was a virgin before last night. No one is just that good their first time."

All three girls remain silent as this new thought floats out in the open. Toph begins to slightly panic for an unknown reason. Her and Aang weren't ever a couple, he could have easily slept with someone in the years since him and Katara called the quits.

The thought of someone else seeing Aang intimate like that though makes her blood boil. The teacup in her hands shatter in her firm grip.

"Hey, calm down, Toph. You did say you guys went at it at least four times last night, right? That's a lot of chances to fix errors. Plus, you weren't exactly a virgin before last night either," Suki says in a matter of fact tone.

"What?" Katara asks, a wrinkle in her brow.

"Spirits, shut up, Suki," Toph grumbles.

"I'm just saying. You can't be upset with him for something you also did." She does have a point, but Toph is still fuming. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs out a breath. "All I'm saying is don't get too upset when your hands aren't clean either," Suki mumbles.

"Wait, wait, wait. Back up. Toph, you slept with someone? And I'm just now finding out about this? How come Suki knew before me? Who was it? Was it any good? Oh my spirits, it wasn't Haru, was it?" A shudder is seen going through Katara's body.

"No, no. It was with Teo, like two years after everything," Toph says with a wave of her hand. She stands up, brushing the shattered teacup off of her shirt and pants, and earthbends a small reclining chair. She needs a little room from the girls, their questions are starting to feel suffocating.

"The kid in the wheelchair from the Western Air Temple? Not to be rude or anything... but was he even able to ... you know... preform?"

Both Suki and Toph send Katara dirty looks. "He's paralyzed, not dead. There's still blood flow down there. You think that being a healer, you would know that kind of thing," Toph says in a justifiably rude manner. Katara at least has the decency to look ashamed.

"Well, that still doesn't answer the question of why Suki knew before me and if it was any good," she says with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

Toph groans and stares up towards the sky. She really just wanted to announce that her and Aang were a thing and be done with it. Why they wanted the explicit details of the night and her previous encounter was beyond her.

"It was fine and Suki only knew because she walked in on it."

Katara whips her head in Suki's direction, eyes wide and a massive smile on her lips, "No way."

"You guys were in mine and Sokka's room! What were you expecting?" A burst of laughter comes from Katara. She holds her stomach as tears leak out of the corners of her eyes.

"Oh my fucking Spirits! Can we please change the subject? Like any other subject, please?" Toph yells, her hands encasing her ears, trying to block out Katara's laughter and Suki's snickers.

"Fine. Fine," Katara says, breathing heavily. Her face is beet red from laughing so hard and she is sure her stomach is going to be sore tomorrow. "Give us the dirty details on you and Aang from last night."

Groaning, Toph sinks lower on her chair.

---------

Once the girls were out of sight and Aang had put his shirt back on, Sokka laid himself on his stomach at the foot of the bed. His chin is cradled by the palms of his hands and his feet are kicking the air behind him.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what the fuck happened last night. I mean, why the hell were you sneaking out of her room so early? You guys were practically fucking when I walked in just a moment ago."

Aang groans and lays back on the bed rubbing his face with his hands. How did they end up in this situation? He never liked his personal business being known by everyone, but here they were, half the palace knowing that him and Toph did the deed.

Letting his hands fall to his sides, he stares up at the ceiling, "I don't know, Sokka. What do you want me to say? We came back last night, both of us having way too much to drink, and it just kind of happened."

"So nothing led up to it?" Sokka says, a knowing smirk on his face.

Aang looks over at him and rolls his eyes, "Suki told you didn't she? You two really are worse than gossiping sisters. Fine. We kissed at the bar. We were dancing and then one of those slow songs came on and she suggested that we sat that one out, but... I don't know. I still wanted her close to me. And I knew that if we went and sat down, that we wouldn't get to that position again. I mean, this thing between us, it has been building since Katara and I split. That dance was just the tipping point.

Sokka rolls over onto his back so that his head is perpendicular to Aang's. "So, you're telling me that all this sexual tension has been accumulating for years and you guys just had sex the one time last night?" He continues mumbling but Aang isn't able to make out what is being said.

"Well, it wasn't just one time last night... it was more like... five times," he says sheepishly.

Sokka shoots off the bed, a bewildered look on his face, "Five fucking times, Aang?! How the holy hell did you manage to pull that off? How did you even get the energy to pull that off? I understand two times, three if you're lucky. But five?! Spirits fuck. If Suki hears that you managed to go that long, I'm never going to live that shit down!"

Aang pulls a pillow over his head, hoping to drown out Sokka's exasperated rant. After a few moments, he has calmed down and fallen back onto the bed. Both men are quiet as they stare up at the ceiling.

"Hey, where is Zuko? I haven't seen much of him this past weekend," Aang says. He does miss his old firebending teacher, but he is glad that he is absent from the current conversation. Zuko and Toph had gotten weirdly close and shared a weird sibling-type bond. Recalling details of how he took Toph last night to protective-older-brother-Zuko was not exactly something that was at the top of Aang's list.

"Eh, he's got some Firelord duties. Something about trade deals falling through because of a petty affair going on between Nobles," Sokka says with a wave of his hand.

Aang just grunts in response, glad that he at least doesn't have to face him just yet.

"Well, tell me about the weird, kinky shit you guys did," Sokka says, propping himself up on his elbow.

Taken by surprise, Aang jerks back hard enough to pop his neck, "Excuse me? What makes you think it was kinky?"

"Because it's Toph," he says as if that clears up everything.

[deathlessathanasia]

What is your opinion about non-canonical ships involving Hera?

First of all, I'm really not a shipper, never have been, probably never will be. I feel about them the same way I feel about all Greek mythology made up ships, especially those involving the gods: I can't take them seriously, I don't care about them, I don't interact with them, that's not how I want to engage with these figures.

More to the point, I could probably take such ships more seriously if they didn't almost invariably involve:

1) Hera with someone who not only is one of Zeus's sexual partners, but is most famous for that and the child(ren) she bore to him: Because apparently not even when deviating so strongly from her traditional portrayal is she allowed to exist outside his influence.

2) Hera with someone she has no interactions and usually no direct connections with in either myth or cult (except, again, having slept with the same god in some cases): Hades, Prometheus (in the only account that presents a relationship between them they are mother and son), Maia, Metis, Hekate (in the only account that presents a relationship between them Angelos/Hekate is her daughter), Danae.

3) Hera with someone she hates or has mistreated: Leto, Io, Semele (don't look at me, I have seen it), Echo, Dionysos (just because Nonnos gave Pasithea different origins doesn't mean Hera and Dionysos fucked, ok?!, Herakles (yes she does come to love him eventually but she also adopts him and makes him her son-in-law!)

4) Hera with someone she does have some connections with in myth, cult or even both and with whom she is at least sometimes on good terms, but which… just make me uncomfortable for various reasons: Aphrodite (I can sorta see the appeal but she is involved with both of her sons!), Athena, Persephone, Artemis, Apollo, Thetis (if only there weren't the multiple references of Hera raising her…).

Anyways, the only one I'm willing to maybe, kinda, sorta accept is Hera-Iris, even though I'm really not into the whole master/servant dynamic, but you gotta love women being evil together and Iris in those accounts where she is Hera's underling is so very loyal to her. In a more crackshippy spirit, there are accounts (Epimenides quoted in Aelian's On Animals 12. 7, Pseudo-Plutarch's On Rivers 18.4) in which Selene creates the Nemean Lion as a favor for Hera: "They say that the Lion of Nemea fell from the moon. At any rate Epimenides also has these words : ‘For I am sprung from fair-tressed Selene the Moon, who in a fearful shudder shook off the savage lion in Nemea, and brought him forth at the bidding of Queen Hera.’"; "For Hera, wishing to punish Herakles, enlisted Selene as an accomplice. Selene using magic spells filled a chest with froth, from which a huge lion was born. Iris bound the lion with her own belt and took it to mount Opheltion." I don't ship it, there is nothing romantic about this whatsoever, but hey, at least Hera interacts with her which is more than can be said about half the ships people come up with.

Edit: I've only seen this maybe once, but I'd actually be kind of happy if more people shipped Hera (pre-marriage to Zeus I guess) with Imbrasos, the river of her island Samos. Or with Argive Inachos who as a river chose her to preside over Argolis (and as a mortal man was the first to offer sacrifice to Hera just as in another version it was his son Phoroneus who sacrificed to her for the first time)? Just imagine the drama especially in the accounts where Io is his daughter.

[boxdstars]

Terrible Deals and Better Company

This little drabble is dedicated to @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog who's work is absolutely incredible, both her writing and her character interpretations and narratives. I've been dying to write something within this verse, canon or not - I hope you enjoy!

This fic is entirely self indulgent, and is mostly banter between Ominis and Amara (with background Ominis x f!MC) as an exploration of their adult characters

This fic probably won't make a whole lot of sense without reading THIS first, as it was my muse and explains the conflict.

Word count: 2.1k

The journey had been ghastly. Awful was quite the understatement. There was no easily accessible portkey from England to the States, at least none that he’d been familiar with. No doubt there was something tucked away within the Ministries walls themself, but he wasn’t privy to those secrets. So Ominis had to defer to the muggle ways of travel. By boat. Even the word hellish felt too kind to refer to the voyage, which had made him queasy the entire time, and entirely dependent on quick charms to alleviate the nausea.

But he was here now. In the office of the Chief Auror herself. The Magical Congresses up-and-coming pride and joy. But before she was all of that, she was the nuisance who pestered him throughout her time at Hogwarts. And his friend too, of course.

“You look awful,” Amara remarked bluntly. “Merlin’s sake, how come I haven’t seen you in four years? I wish you’d write more candidly, I knew it was bad but…” There was the click of a lighter, and the sound of her breath as she pulled a cigar to her lips, “This is something else entirely. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Last night.” 

“You know what I mean. Slept well. Anything more than six hours?”

He mulled it over, brows furrowing as he did so. Though he’d always had a penchant for napping.. six whole hours of uninterrupted peaceful sleep felt wholly unobtainable. His wife was such a dear, but even her warmth felt so far away in lieu of recent happenings. Though it was scarcely the truth, and despite their best efforts the pervasive anxieties never seemed to fade entirely.

“I can’t recall.”

“You’ve gotten worse at lying I see.” Her lips curled upward into an impish smirk. “Try again.”

There was no point in beating around the bush. She’d called him across the sea for some catching up, and he might as well get the kneazle out of the bag. He sighed in defeat and pulled out several sheets of bound parchment from within his inner coat pocket. 

“Here.”

_

Amara skimmed the pages a thousand times over. Ominis sat across from her, his unseeing eyes ghosting just adjacent to where she sat at her desk. No longer did she don her blazer, only clad in her suspenders, pinstripe trousers, and her white dress shirt whose sleeves were pulled up high above her forearms, resting at her elbows. Her legs crossed over the ornate desk, occasionally bouncing to a rhythm only she could hear. 

“Nasty business.” Amara sat the parchment down. “Figures, with the Ministry. I keep my business with them cut and dry for this very reason.” 

“I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I did what I had to.”

“Ease up, I’m not accusing you of anything. Given the circumstances... I’d say you didn’t do too shabby. How’d the wife take all of this?”

“Not.. well.” He faltered. The twinge of regret flickered across his already furrowed brow. It was a classic Ominis expression, one Amara had seen many a time while the blond stewed over his potions cauldron. In a way, she missed it — if not for the circumstances.

“Just as I thought.” She tapped her cigar atop the ashtray before taking another languid drag. “Can’t say I blame her either. The whole thing is a damned mess. I take it she isn’t all too pleased?”

His wife was the interesting sort, Amara remembered her fondly back from their tenure at Hogwarts. Albeit their relationship was a bit strained to start, the girl had been headstrong, reckless, and irritatingly sharp at times. But that was a long time ago, and they hardly wrote to one another these days, except the snippets mentioned in passing from her letters to Natsai.

“It’s more complicated than that. For the time being... I think it’s going to be alright. But this arrangement.. as much as I stand by my word and my choice… part of me worries if it’s going to cause more harm than good.”

That caused her interest to pique tenfold. “Because of the workload no doubt?”

“Something to that effect, yes.” Ominis was holding back, which was of little surprise to her. They were friends, but she’d need to sweeten the pot with a few more drinks before he would start speaking candidly. Still, the fact he was telling her anything was enough to satiate her curiosity for the time being. 

Amara whistled long and low, “The old brass has got you both working to the bone.”

He nodded dismally. It was no wonder Ominis seemed so quiet. He’d always been distant back in school, but where the two of them were concerned, the banter and snark were nothing short of rambunctious. She was staring at a man now, slightly haggard from the anxiety that hung over him.

The auror exhaled a long plume of smoke from her mouth, “I could get you out of this, you know. No physical contact.. no written terms… seems like it’s just itching for someone to dig their claws and tear it all to shreds.”

“Amara…” Ominis warned. He had no doubt his friend was sincere about this as she was shrewd. But even her power base, influential as it may be, was newly established. The connections were there, but they weren’t centuries old. Getting him out of a Ministry agreement was one thing, finding a solution to the wicked nature of his family was another. 

“What? I have more Galleons to my name in just my left pinky than your family has combined! It would be no trouble.“

“It’s you. Of course, there’d be trouble.”

Amara scoffed. “That's beside the point. And it’s not like I don’t know how to take care of myself, honestly, you’re not giving me credit here. It would be quite simple.”

“I disagree..” He spoke tersely under his breath.

“..You’d have to uproot and bring your missus overseas.. but once you’re in our jurisdiction you’d be in good company. No tiresome busywork, no Ministry-sanctioned duties, and not a single Gaunt on your back—“

“Amara.” His voice hardened, turning stern. “You’re not listening.” 

She quickly shot back, “Stop calling me that, you’re in my office.”

“You’re the one acting impetuously. Let me finish first, I’m not denying any of your achievements.”

Impetuous. She gnawed at the inside of her lip. The audacity of the blond knew no bounds. Part of her wanted to refute the word, the other knew if she said anything more she’d only be proving him right. 

“Alright.. speak.” 

He sighed, rubbing one thumb over the other. A nervous tick. Had it been so long he’d started doing that around her again? 

“You are tenacious, yes. And Merlin knows there’s nothing that can stop you from getting what you want. But my family — they’re not the same thing. This is bigger than that.”

She just couldn’t help herself, “How? I'm not some useless receptionist, I'm Chief Auror! And  — and you’re married to well — her of all people! Just between the three of us, we could turn them to dust!”

His voice raised, “That’s the problem. That's what you don’t understand, that you could never understand. You can’t just throw Galleons at the problem until it goes away. And you aren’t going to threaten them either!”

“I’d wager I’d win.” She scoffed. “It’d be a waste of time.”

“Let’s not take that chance then.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

The silence was terse, but at least this was familiar. Many a fight had ended in this way, as the two former Slytherins would skulk off to their respective quarters. There was nowhere to hide now, and Amara swallowed the lump in her throat. Arguing was pointless, this was all so exceedingly pointless. She couldn’t win Ominis over today, but admitting that was admitting defeat. So she reveled in the silence, her gaze transfixed on the trails of smoke she exhaled every so often.

“I know you mean well.” His voice was soft now, melancholy even. “I know you’re just trying to do what’s right, in your own horrible way.”

Did he have to throw that in there? Damn him. Still, his words seemed sincere enough so Amara let it linger in hopes he’d continue. 

“It would never work. The situation is grave, it wasn’t as if this deal was thrust upon me. I had to fight with everything I had to protect her. And you must know she’d never agree to it, even less so than our current arrangements. She’ll defend our home with everything she has, no matter how tempting your real estate may be.”

At least he was starting to joke again.

“You’re a match made in heaven, the both of you. Unfathomably stubborn.” 

The clock ticked onward, and they sat there again, rotting away in their thoughts. Really, that was the last thing either of them should be doing. Amara had to do something, say anything. A sidelong glance at her expansive liquor bar seemed to be the timely distraction they needed.

“I think I need a drink after all that, you game?”

He looked as though he were about to refuse. But then, to her immense delight, Ominis nodded. She poured the liquor into two glasses, making sure to fill his a bit more than her own. Maybe it'd help ease his nerves. With a wave of her wand, she slid the glass across the desk and onto his side. The sickly sweet smell of brandy filled the room as he took a long whiff off the top of the glass. 

“Are you going to make love to that thing or should I pour it back in?” Her blunt words caught him off guard and caused his face to flush in embarrassment.

“As always, you’re obnoxious.” He snarked and took a long sip. “Well, I’ll say it. Not bad.”

To his chagrin, it was better than he’d hoped it would be. Ominis had sorely wished he could’ve found something to nag her over, but her alcohol was clearly not the case. Besides, the last thing the Chief Auror needed was him swelling up her ego any more than MACUSA already had. 

“Always delighted that my liquor pleases you, M’lord.” Amara joked wryly. The banter was coming easier now, and some of the visible tension from his forehead began to dissipate. 

The bustling enterprise within the Manhattan landscape seemed oddly quaint from within her outcropping. There was the occasional shuffling and clink of glass and the distant tune of far-off classical from.. someone indiscernible.

“It’ll be alright, Ominis.” She spoke after a few blissful seconds. “I swear it. And should anything happen, you know you can call on me.”

“I know.” He twirled the brandy around his glass, “I know if there’s one woman more hellbent on justice than even my wife, it’s you. As strange as all of this is to even consider, I’ll take that to heart. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Let’s hope.” She leaned over and clinked her glass thusly against his own. “And I mean.. there’s always Sebastian. Though Godric knows what heinous mischief he’s up to at the moment.”

That garnered her a small chuckle from his end. “Whatever it is, he’s probably having more fun than the both of us.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m having a ball!” She scoffed playfully. 

“As am I.” 

That was quite a compliment. She inquisitively glanced him up and down, regardless of the fact he wouldn’t notice. But the statement seemed in earnest. In truth, it wasn’t all that rare these days in their friendship, but it still felt like she’d been doused in the freezing depths of the Black Lake.

“Don’t tell me you’re finally fond of me after all.”

Another laugh. “Oh don’t be absurd, the only reason I came mincing across the sea was to pilfer off of your liquor.”

She gave a mock gasp of dismay. “Absolutely not! I’m going to send you away at once, do you even know how much this cost me?”

“Do I want to know?”

“..Probably not.” Her voice pitched slightly in embarrassment, losing the cool confident edge she’d been carrying throughout the bulk of the conversation. 

He snickered at that, “I better get my golds worth, fill me up another won’t you?”

Amara grinned, "It would be my pleasure."

[effervescentdragon]

could you do some more arthur/oscar, please? perhaps a continuation of the bit you already posted for them, or something entirely different? maybe AU where arthur does act on the oscar thing in 2021... whatever you want! just know that you have made me low-key obsessed with them now 🙈😍

(huge brownie points if you can guess who this is btw!)

@singsweetmelodies is this you? or more accurately was this you this is at the bottom of my inbox and it got me inspired sooook if it isnt you, i love you anyways darling ❤️

"Spa is always fucked," is all Lando says on Wednesday. Oscar knows it's fucked, of course he knows, but he doesn't say anything. He just grunts and nods, and then they're filming another TikTok, both their smiles as bright as they are fake.

-

Oscar really just wants to sleep properly.

Mark frowns at him worriedly, and he never reminds Oscar of his dad more. "You can't take anything," he says apologetically. "It'll fuck with your training."

"I know. It's okay," he replies, even though it really isn't, and Mark pats him on the shoulder. It's enough to give him a boost of, if not really energy, than at least the will to push through another day of sim and obligations.

It's not a big deal, that's the thing. Sometimes he sleeps a lot, and sometimes he doesn't sleep at all, and it's been that way his whole life. He doesn't like ot but he has to live with it, which has been his philosophy ever since he was old enough to figure out what a life philosophy means. Oscar is used to it, and he's used to working around it so nobody notices. Mark has to know because he's his manager, and his trainers have to know because they're responsible for his fitness, and the bosses have to know because he is their investment, but as for the rest, nobody knows. He makes an image out of his sleepy, stoic countenance, and it's fast becoming a meme since his transfer to F1. The Prema video of him sleeping helped, especially with Robert playing it up, so it's okay. Nobody else needs to know.

Arthur takes one look at him in the paddock in Hungary and figures it out. He doesn't say anything, not with Fred and Ollie and Jack close, all chatting together, but his small frown is clue enough for Oscar.

The biggeat giveaway is the text message he gets not ten minutes after he says goodbye to the F2 guys.

room 516. i can sneak out after yr quali, maybe.

Oscar stares at the message for too long. Lando intercepts him on the way to the hospitality and he uses that as an excuse not to even open Arthur's message.

He qualifies fourth. He finishes the race fifth. The celebrations in the McLaren garage are so wonderful, he thinks he will be able to sleep.

He doesn't sleep. He doesn't open the message either.

Arthur doesn't text again.

-

"Do you think it will rain?" he asks nobody in particular on Thursday. He doesn't even know why he does it; it's stuoid of him. He doesn't remember what he was thinking about, waiting for his group to get to the press, and he hopes nobody heard him.

"Probably. But you'll be fine, Oscar."

He turns his head to the left and it's Charles. Of course it's Charles, with his tiny smile that is painfully familiar, and his cheekbones that look like Oscar almost remembers underneath his fingers, and the voice that sounds out his name in a way that makes Oscar feel three times more tired than he already is.

He hasn't slept properly since Austria. He doesn't think he'll sleep this week, either.

"I... yeah," is all he says. "Thanks."

Charles tilts his head and it's clear to Oscar that he knows - something. It makes Oscar want to throw up, because nobody can know. Nobody needs to know, and if Arthur told...

Charles' smile softens and he heasitates only briefly before he says "You should come visit us in Monaco again. Arthur would like that," and before Oscar can figure out if he's more relieved or mortified by the implications, Lewis joins them, distracting Charles quite thoroughly.

Oscar tries to listen, but his head is too full and he is too tired and he needs to be aware for the interview, so when Max offers him the Red Bull as a joke, he drinks as much of it as he can stomach.

He isn't going to sleep anyway.

-

He's laying in his bed and it's almost Friday and he has to drive tomorrow and there's a knock on his door.

It's a perfunctionary one because his door opens in the next moment, and he knows those shoulders and that hair and that sillouethe. He knows how it is to be pressed into the bed by that body, and that's exactly what happens not a minute later.

Oscar is tired and there is no light in the room and his eyes are too heavy and Arthur still smells the same and Oscar would know the feel of him anywhere.

"I don't -"

"Shut up," Arthur says, and Oscar is glad he can't see his face in the dark because he sounds angry and wrecked, "shut up, Oscar." Oscar feels him swallow. "It's Spa. I'm not letting you - not in Spa."

Oscar is so tired, tired of not sleeping and tired of resisting and just tired. He drags his palm over Arthur's back slowly until his fingers tangle in Arthur's hair. It feels different when he washes out the gel. Oscar's heartbeat is too slow. Arthur's is too fast.

He falls asleep before he can finish saying "I'm sorry" properly.

[midgardian-witch]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Reader is Nathan's assistent and struggling with a crush on their boss. Nathan is drunk and flirts with them.

[next]

AO3

tags: alcohol | unresolved sexual tension | unresolved emotional tension | unresolved romantic tension | drunken flirting | pining | gn!reader

ships: Nathan Bateman/Reader

AN: I had a vague concept in mind (basically just the 'drunk Nathan proof = baby proof' joke) and this is what came of it. 2k words of pining reader and unresolved tension mixed with smart-ass quips. I may resolve this in a second part or maybe write a Nathan POV of this but idk yet.

"Oh Nathan. It's one of those days, huh?", you ask into the otherwise quiet room. You're not sure he actually hears you given the amount of empty bottles you see strewn around the place.

You step around the couch to see Nathan laying there: slumped over the upholstery, limbs spread wide and head buried in his own shoulder. In the low light you can't even make out if his eyes are open or not. And yet he somehow looks peaceful like this. Like his body and mind finally decided to give him a break. It’s a rare sight. You’re more used to seeing his face illuminated by computer screens amidst complete darkness or his muscles strained and body slick with sweat as he pummels into a punching bag. When you see him at all.

Either way it doesn’t take much to recognize that Nathan is a very attractive man. A man that you also work for. Which means you shouldn't really be thinking about how pretty he looks, probably passed out from a drunken stupor. You shouldn’t really be finding this attractive at all.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. Not for the first time, you loath to admit. Quietly you start gathering the glass bottles laying about, making sure that if Nathan is truly hammered, he at least can't hurt himself with these by accident. Though you're sure he wouldn't even see an issue with that. The guy probably has a robot built specifically to pull glass shards out of his ass or something.

One by one you pick up the empty bottles and carry as many as you can to the kitchen to recycle them later - always careful to keep your footsteps light and to not clink the bottles together. Nathan needed some sleep. Even if drunk sleep wasn't the best, at least it was sleep. You weren't sure when Nathan had slept last.

When you think you’re done with your little clean up project, you look around to see that the only bottle left is one clutched in Nathan's hand, still half full. Deciding that making sure Nathan doesn't stab himself in his sleep (and avoiding a big spill) would be a good idea, you gently grab the bottle by the neck and pull a little. When there doesn't seem to be any resistance you carefully pluck it out of Nathan's hand and place it on the now empty coffee table.

You turn your back to the sleeping man, surveying the small-ish room again for any hazards you should take care of before going to bed yourself. It reminds you a bit of friends and family members talking about how important it is to make sure a living space is baby proof so an infant doesn't hurt itself while exploring the space. This isn't that different really. Ýou're just making things drunk Nathan proof so that the resident genius doesn't break his neck stumbling toward his bedroom. It's not what you'd imagined a personal assistant would do but you stopped asking questions when part of your job required moving your life to a remote facility in the middle of nowhere.

Not that you thought this position would be all sunshine and roses. Nathan Bateman was a famously reclusive man. Thus you had prepared yourself for the worst. Nathan is interesting to say it diplomatically. He's a genius, of course, and he knows it. While his arrogant tendencies are annoying his confidence can be quite charming. Sometimes - when he decides to be less of a dick - he can be nice, funny even. But those times are rare and usually limited to a very specific point of inebriation.

Not finding anything more that could potentially injure your employer you step away from the couch and start walking towards the door but a hand on your knee stops you from moving further.

"You leavin' already?"

It takes you a bit to understand Nathan's mumbling, his face still half-buried in his shoulder. You give him a short nod.

"It's late, Nathan. And some people need their beauty sleep."

That earns you a snort-giggle that makes you smile against your will. Nathan doesn't often laugh at your quips. Oh but when he does. His laugh makes your stomach tingle. You don't want to think about crushes and butterflies in stomachs so you push those emotions away.

You hear him mumble something else and as you turn you see him slowly sliding down the couch.

"Hey, watch it!"

Moving quickly, you gently push him back onto the couch, hands on his leg and shoulder. Once he is laying safely again he gives you another laugh. You roll your eyes at him and let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm glad you find me entertaining, Nathan."

Finally he opens his eyes, glassy from the alcohol and looks up at you for a moment. His laughter died as quickly as it came and you are now stuck in this awkward silence, just looking at each other. You raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

"You don't need it."

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him confused.

"What?"

Now it's his turn to sigh. It's a familiar sound - every time you need a clarification to his genius he sighs and looks at you like he expected more from you, like you should be smarter than this and he's disappointed by the fact that you're not. It's only mildly insulting.

"You don't need beauty sleep."

Was that a compliment? It's hard to tell with Nathan and his whole Nathan-ness but that almost sounded like a compliment. You're stunned for a moment as you just blink at him, shocked into silence.

With a grunt Nathan sits up on the couch, elbows on his knees and propping his head up with his hands. He scoffs.

"Come on. You can't tell me you don't know you're hot."

OK this sounded more like a compliment from Nathan. You roll your eyes at him again.

"Yeah sure. You compliment all your assistants like that?"

He grins at you and you know he has taken the bait just by the mischievous look in his eyes.

"Only the hot ones."

He leans forward, looking you up and down, studying you. You gather that he is not too drunk for now, even though the empty bottles would suggest otherwise, if he can still make quips like that.

"Alright, Casanova. I think that's enough of your compliments for now. I'm going to bed. And you should too. That couch can't be comfortable."

Nathan raises an eyebrow at you, one hand sliding over to the space next to him and giving it a pat.

"It's very comfortable, that's why I bought it. Take a seat."

It's unusual to see the genius in such a jovial mood. You think it over, not feeling too tired yet, and take a seat next to Nathan. Spending a little more time with him seems harmless. The couch is remarkably comfy, just as Nathan said, a good balance of soft and sturdy. You let out a sigh, your body relaxing into the cushion, head leaning against the back of the couch. You didn't even realize how exhausted you were before you sat down. You close your eyes, taking a breather before looking back over to Nathan. The resident genius is looking at you with a knowing grin, obviously enjoying that he was right.

"Yeah yeah, you're right. It's really comfy."

His grin gets impossibly wider at your admission, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I usually am. So if I am right about that, that goes to show that I am right about the first thing too."

You almost forgot what he means before it clicks. You let out a frustrated groan.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"Nathan, you're drunk."

"So? Drunk words, sober thoughts and all that shit"

You wave off his comment. Nathan usually is a little flirty, drunk or not, but he never means it. There isn’t a goal to his flirting. The man doesn’t really get much social interaction in this remote facility and from what you’ve gathered Nathan doesn’t really do relationships of any kind. You’re pretty sure you heard him fuck one of his androids the other day. And while, admittedly, Nathan is a very attractive man, he is also your boss. Flirting isn’t an issue, it’s harmless, it’s fun. But you won't let it be more than that. It can't be. Even if Nathan can’t stop himself to tease and prod, to poke the open wound until you either snap or give in. Sometimes you’re so sure he knows. He’s a genius with an ego the size of Jupiter, how could he not figure out that you are attracted to him. Every damn smirk pushes you closer to the edge and you don’t know what you will do when he finally pushes you over.

You won't let him get you to that point.

"You're overthinking. I can see the gears turning in your head."

His voice is so much closer, almost too close. You flinch and look over to where Nathan is almost leaning against you, face just a few inches away from you. His eyes look so much darker in the low light, pupils like deep, dark voids you could fall into if you let yourself.

You don't.

You scoot away until you hit the side of the couch with nowhere else to go. In turn Nathan rolls his eyes at you.

"Just take the fucking compliment."

"Just go the fuck to sleep."

Your counter startles a laugh out of Nathan. He looks up at you through his lashes, his wicked grin making you feel a little uneasy with how much it affects you. Stupid, sexy Nathan.

“Take the compliment and I’ll go to bed. Fair deal, hm?”

Your eyes are glued to his lips, still smirking, knowing that he has you now. You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly feeling as dry as a desert as you realize the situation you’re in, pinned between the couch and Nathan. The closeness does not help you push down the ill-fated attraction you feel towards him. You shake your head, his name an exhausted sigh on your lips.

“If you can’t take the compliment you can always give me a good night kiss.”

Your eyes immediately flick up towards his, your mind reeling. Without conscious thought you lean in further, pulled in by the dark voids of his eyes. It would be so easy to just give in, to finally put an end to this cat and mouse game the two of you had been playing since when you first moved into this damned facility.

Your lips almost meet his as you hold his gaze. His eyes burn into you, anticipating and analyzing your movements, clearly enjoying himself. Your mouth opens just enough for your tongue to run over your lips.

“I-I…”

Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic rhythm playing against your ribcage. You’re just a hair's breadth apart. It’s just a kiss. Just one quick press of lips and you can go back to business as usual. It doesn’t matter. It won’t change anything. He doesn’t feel anything. He is just playing with you because he can. Because it’s fun for him. It won’t change anything.

“I don’t need it.”, you whisper instead.

Nathan blinks, dumbfounded for what may be the first time in his life.

“Huh?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and gather all the confidence you have. You lean back, keeping your eyes on his and with the smuggest smile you can muster, all while your heart is still beating like a wardrum, you repeat yourself.

“I don’t need it.”

You break eye contact and with one swift motion rise from your seat. An exhausted laugh escapes you as you turn back to Nathan.

“I don’t need the beauty sleep. I’m already hot.”

You can see it in his eyes as the shoe finally drops. A few moments pass and yet there is no witty quip, no smart counter, no smartass one liner. Taking your chances you give him a grin, as confident as you can fake it, and turn to leave. 

“Good night, Nathan.”

As you open the door and leave the room you swear you can feel him staring at you. But that may just have been your imagination. This is a game after all. And you won’t lose it. 

[mickyaltierisgf]

Hey I just read your Poly!Romickey and I was wondering if you’d be able to write them again with a a reader who is a detective working on their ghost face cases, and she asks them for advice to get into the mind of the killer (not knowing that her boyfriends are the killers) 💗💗💗

missing at sunrise studios

poly!ghostface romickey x fem!reader (though anyone can read)

You sighed quietly, jostled a bit between the two men on either side of you. Roman had his right arm around your shoulders, and Mickey’s left hand was fidgeting with one of your hands in his lap. You weren’t paying attention to what they were saying; you were only aware of the inflection of their voices as they argued about the movie you were watching. The movie itself may as well not have been playing; your mind was miles away.

You felt a little bit guilty; it was a rare evening that the three of you could actually sit like this and enjoy a movie together. Roman was on set at all hours of the day and night, overseeing everything to an almost fanatical level of perfectionism. And ever since Mickey had (in his own words) "slept his way to the top" and been assigned as Cinematographer, he was there just as much. Up until recently, you’d had a full schedule yourself, until the Chief decided you needed a few weeks off. You gritted your teeth at the thought.

There wasn’t much you could do from home except worry about your two boyfriends and jump at every shadow, gun drawn, just in case. There were weird things going on at that studio. People walking off set and never returning. Some seemingly disappearing from their trailers. Harassing phone calls, all with that creepy voice modulator disguising the caller’s real voice. You’d gotten such a phone call yourself, in your partner’s voice, warning you to drop the investigation unless you wanted to be added to the list of missing persons.

You clenched your hands, and you felt Mickey nudge you a bit, but you were too deeply entrenched in your own thoughts. It was a massive violation for them to have used your partner’s voice to intimidate you in that way. Your partner, who you shared your life with almost as much as your boyfriends, the person you were required to trust and rely on the most. And even though you knew it wasn’t truly his voice speaking to you, trying to frighten you and weaken your trust in him, you felt it work just the tiniest bit. Your partner’s voice was somewhere in a dark corner of your mind, taunting you, and you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to disassociate it from the killer.

"She’s catatonic," Mickey said, waving a hand in front of your face until you snapped to attention.

"What?" You asked, looking between him and Roman now.

"She’s fine," Roman replied, "the movie’s just boring. I’m falling asleep myself."

"You picked the movie," Mickey pointed his finger at him accusingly.

"At your recommendation," Roman defended. "That’s what I get for listening to you."

"You bitch about every movie unless it’s some lame poduction you worked on yourself," Mickey said with a look of disdain.

"At least I’ve worked on productions," Roman replied contemptuously.

"You guys always do this," you interjected before Mickey could answer. "You could just flirt like normal people instead of instigating fights all the time, you know."

"It’s more fun this way," Mickey smirked, to which you and Roman snorted.

You peeled the sheet away and crawled slowly out of bed, trying not to disturb either of the men sleeping beside you. When you stood up, you turned to make sure neither of them were awake. Mickey moved into your spot, probably seeking warmth, and then attached himself to Roman. You gave a half-smile before slipping out of the room. Despite everything, your mind was still on the case. Until actual bodies were found, the studio wasn’t going to be shut down, and that meant the show would have to go on. Mickey and Roman didn’t seem too concerned, but that didn’t mean you weren’t concerned enough for the both of them.

You sat down at your desk, flicking the small lamp on, and flipped open the case file. There wasn’t much info to go on, as there wasn’t much evidence gathered yet. It was unlike the killer to not leave any mutilated bodies behind, but you figured that was done purposely. Maybe whoever it was, or whoever they were, had a reason to want the studio to stay open and operational.

You barely suppressed a yawn, booting up the computer to look up old cases and see if you could glean anything from them. You looked up, startled, when you heard footsteps behind you. Roman ran a hand down your back soothingly. "Sorry, I thought you heard me." You shook your head, eyebrows a bit furrowed. He hadn’t made the faintest sound until he was already behind you. "What are you reading?" he questioned, squinting at the bright screen.

Mickey walked in next, announcing his presence by stubbing his toe and hissing in pain. You smothered a laugh behind your palm as he limped towards you. He was wearing Roman’s glasses, which Roman promptly removed and placed on his own face. "Are we going for round two in here?" Mickey asked. "I always wanted to try out the desk."

"We’re not screwing on the desk." Roman shut that down immediately, leaning closer to you to read the text on the screen.

"Not tonight at least," you tacked on, sharing a grin with Mickey.

"Ghostface?" Roman mumbled, straightening back up. "Why are you reading about this right now?"

"Just looking for... I don’t know; clues maybe? Patterns? Something. No one at the precinct's taking this case seriously," you sighed, frustrated. "More people have gone missing from that studio of yours than the Bermuda Triangle," you said sarcastically.

"No one’s gone missing," Roman stated matter-of-factly. "I mean, 2 or 3 extras maybe, who probably took a few of our props with them, by the way."

"They’re probably auctioning that stuff on eBay right now," Mickey agreed.

"More like 4 or 5. One of which was a Security Guard. And even if they’re just ‘extras', they’re still people. People who can’t sell things online because they’re missing," you emphasized.

"There’s no Ghostface killer running around MY set," Roman insisted, hands on his hips.

"I got a call!" You all but yelled. "The sick freak called me using my partner’s voice."

"What did they say?" Mickey asked.

"Told me to drop the case unless I want to go missing too," you said with a slight eye roll.

"Well...what if it really was your partner?" Mickey insinuated.

"He would never say something like that, least of all to me," you said firmly, though that same tiny part of your brain whispered Mickey’s words insidiously. You shook it off, sighing again. "And now I need to figure out who did say it. But I’ve got nothing to go on here except old police reports and Gale Weathers' books. I need to get in the killer’s head somehow."

"I think it would be better if you got in my pants," Mickey said suggestively.

"I’m being serious, Mickey."

"So was he," Roman deadpanned.

"C’mon, let’s at least take this seriously in bed," Mickey cajoled, trying to haul you up from your chair.

You let yourself be pulled up and led away from the desk, with Roman following behind you both. You were situated in the middle of the bed again, and as Mickey and Roman joined you, you sat up. "I’m never going to get to sleep if I don’t make at least some progress."

Mickey groaned, and you were surprised when you felt a hand weave in your hair and tug you down. Roman leaned over you, his hand holding you in place. "We’ll talk in the morning. Now sleep," he commanded.

"You made him mad," Mickey taunted.

"Shut the fuck up, Mick," Roman said.

"He’s a real potty mouth when he’s upset. Runs in the family," Mickey said conspiratorially.

Roman made a quiet sound in his throat, almost like a growl, and his hand left your hair before he was moving over you to get to Mickey.

You took the warm cup Roman handed you and sipped the liquid calmly. Mickey had a poptart hanging out of his mouth as he joined you at the table, setting down a plate with some toast for you and Roman. Roman ate the toast even as he made a face as though he wasn’t savoring the taste. Mickey didn’t pay him any mind, munching serenely on his poptart. You left your toast untouched, smirking at Mickey when Roman reached for it next.

"So about last night?" you prompted.

"You want to get in the killer's head," Mickey said.

"There's probably two," you guessed.

Mickey nodded with a grin. "Clever girl," he quoted. You rolled your eyes at the reference.

"Not necessarily," Roman piped up, and you shrugged at him.

"Why would they target unknown extras instead of established actors?" Mickey asked.

"To lay low? Sate his or her bloodlust without drawing too much attention. The news hasn’t even been reporting this," you answered.

"Okay, and who could get into the studio anytime they want?"

"Cast, crew, security," you ticked off your fingers and shrugged again.

"The police," Roman added.

"And there haven’t been any bodies, right?" Mickey prodded. "So if these people are dead, maybe it didn’t happen at the studio."

"Or the killer knows how to get rid of dead bodies," Roman said.

"But why call me? If they want to lay low and avoid suspicion..." You asked, slumping back in your chair, feeling exhausted from trying to piece all this together.

"That’s Ghostface’s MO, isn’t it?" Roman asked.

"And what’s the point if nobody knows?" Mickey questioned. "Somebody has to know. Somebody has to be interested, or it’s like putting on a play for an empty audience."

"You’re the audience," Roman concluded for him.

"So they’re doing all this to mess with me?" you asked uncertainly.

"Maybe," Mickey said. "Who’d want to mess with you?"

You looked at Mickey, knowing immediately who he was thinking about. Aside from him, Roman, and your family (which was absolutely out of the question), all your friends were basically your co-workers.

"The killer’s able to change their voice," you said lowly. "It’s not him. Or anyone from the precinct."

"Who would even have tech like that besides the government?" Roman asked.

"Exactly." Mickey nodded sagely. "And who does the government fund the most? The police."

You sat there silently, your mouth slightly open, as you processed all this.

"So this is a government conspiracy now?" Roman asked, his face scrunched up in disbelief.

"Everything’s a government conspiracy." Mickey smiled wide, his eyes practically shining. "Haven’t you watched ‘Enemy of the State’?"

You groaned.

"I’ll add it to the list," Roman said disinterestedly. "Get dressed, or I’m leaving without you," he added, checking the time on his watch.

"Wanna come with?" Mickey asked you. "You can skulk around a bit."

"Sure, I guess. I have nothing to do around here anyway," you said, getting up to follow Mickey to your bedroom.

Your cellphone rang, startling you and freezing you in your tracks. You looked down at the caller ID, seeing your partner’s name. You darted your eyes to the side and tucked your phone away hurriedly. You strongly doubted this was some high-level conspiracy, despite Mickey’s enthusiasm for the idea, but you weren’t remotely in the frame of mind to deal with any of that right now.

[dreamties]

Sissy Slaughter W/ an S/O Who Has Sleep Issues!

A/n- This feels like such a throwback?? I remember writing several sets like this at the start of the blog! <:O Like, all the way back to 2021 I think? Maybe earlier, actually! Hope you all enjoy! I love you all & please stay safe out there! 💗💗💗

Warning for: mentions of pot use, poisoning / knocking someone out??? but it's like. done for sweet nice purposes?, Drayton cameo at the end !!

taglist: @friedwormeater @0ddmia @royalsnowxoxo @lambofjudgement @lizve @urfavsuh @strawberry-moonpies (let me know if you want to be added or removed!! <3333)

I swear I've said this somewhere before- but sissy grows & smokes her own pot <333

I'm not saying she'll suggest that as an option but I'm saying she'll suggest it as an option

If your sleep is more than just cumbersome for you- if it's affecting you physically (beyond exhaustion), affecting your ability to complete chores, etc - she may need to bring out the big guns

She knows what plants are toxic, what plants can kill and torture She also knows ones for healing !! (side thought: she uses this mostly on herself & bubba. She acts like a pain when anyone sides her youngest brother wants her for her useful abilities) And most important in this case- ones that can knock folks out !! <333 with minimal to no damage done to them She only uses plants to knock you out when you're at your worst point. When you haven't slept for days, and your eyes are irritated and red. When you're in pain all over and can barely stand up. You might not always appreciate this method- but it can work wonders <333

On some nights, when it's particularly rough for you, she'll stay up with ya <333 keep you company.

You don't deserve to go through this, especially not by yourself. Despite her poisoned personality, she can be a real sweetie around her favorite folks <33 (you bein one of em :3) Do you get nightmares? Is that the root of your sleepy time troubles? She'll sit up in bed and pull you close to her. Let you lay down with your head in her lap as she touches your hair and quietly sings. Lulls you into a safe, cozy slumber- or at the very least, calms your mind. A few times she's taken you outside to walk along the property . . . She shows you critters that come out at night, takes you closer to where she has the makeshift greenhouse set up- tells you about all the plants she's been caring for, what their uses are, let's you engage on the topic too, even if you don't know as much as her. Anything outdoorsy that she can do to tire you out, in hopes if you're sleepier you might sleep better.

Sissy has far more experience and knowledge than her siblings do, in regards to life outside the farm that is- but even she can be at a loss of ideas.

If she's really worried she might go to Drayton, ask if he knows what's wrong with you. (he grumbles throughout the entire process, things like "never should have taken them in", and "more trouble than they're worth" he mostly doesn't mean that <33 you're part of the family now so :) ) It's almost like you're a strange pet that she's keeping, because of how alien your issues can feel to her and the rest of the family. In general though !!!! All of the youngest siblings will ask Drayton about the things they don't understand, even if he isn't very knowledgeable on it either. Even if they don't get along with him much (which . . . Who does get along with him lmao)

"They seem sick," Sissy muses. She's sitting at the dining table, your body lying limp on the floor, propped up against her legs. Your head held safely in her lap. She had knocked you out with a non-lethal poison, despite your protests against it.

The poison could be helpful in getting you unconscious, but Sissy hated using it so frequently on you, especially since it doesn't appear to solve the root problem.

You're still having trouble falling or even staying asleep, she's worried about you.

"Should've gotten rid of it when we had the chance."

"C'mon, you've got to know something about this, Drayton. Ya better haven't given my little darlin' something they can't have."

Your head lolls against her lap, your ears slowly perking up with the noise. Your chest tickles with a funny, loving feeling. Your heart beats slow, quicker as you wake. Your girlfriend was so sweet to you.

She talks to her oldest brother like he's given the dog chocolate. She's concerned and trying to be patient, despite her immense dislike of him.

She runs her hands, soothingly, down your back. Noticing her sweetheart is beginning to wake.

"Oh, why don't we look at that. All this is waking up my poor thing." She glares at him, unintrigued, upset with him. She looks back to you, your head following the noise and your eyes unlocking, staring back at her with such an intensity. Lids hardly-half open. She pets your hair, hoping you'll just pass out or be quiet or something.

Sissy huffs. "Fine! We'll just figure it out on our own. You hear that, darlin'?"

She smiles at you, so sweetly. Looks at you like you're the only thing in the room. Like you're precious and irreplaceable- which you are, to her. Your smile gleams and your eyes sparkle when you look at her.

She whispers to you, helping you off the floor. "We'll figure this out, don't you worry."

Hey, I didn't say he would actually be helpful. just that they would ask lol