#idk i’m just thinking. had a sentence in my mind that now i’m wondering if i can build a fic around it agdh

[scionshtola]

i think it’s probably a big shock to cori when they get to rak’tika and shtola has lived a whole 3 years without them…

[cutielando]

Hi ! hope you're having a great day/evening/night,

I had an idea for a smau with someone on the f1 grid (it can be anyone but I have a preference for either Oscar or Logan), so I'm a fan of the bands Ghost and Sleep Token, which is something so very different from f1 and I kept wondering what would happen if those fandom where to merge together, so the request basically is that the reader is in a band like ghost or sleep token and they're dating one of the guys on the grid, and so those 2 very different fandom meet,

so like how would they interact and all, or maybe there would be some people that are in both fandoms, idk

there's no pressure for you to make it if you have no idea of how to do it or if you simply don't want to <3

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!!❤️ i’m a little out of my element on this one so i apologize if it doesn’t end up exactly as you imagined it, but i hope you like it !!

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sleep_token Another night to remember

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yourusername such a unique experience 🤍

sleepingdreaming sleep token never disappoints

sleep_token We live to please.

sleepingdreaming 😭😭i can die happy now

user1 they are really something

logansargeant very special night indeed 😮‍💨

user2 excuse me? LOGAN SARGEANT AT A SLEEP TOKEN CONCERT?

user3 their concerts seem so much fun :(((

user4 they are the best, the energy they being to every performance is like nothing i have ever seen before

user5 does anyone know who the members are?

user4 no, they’re completely anonymous. the only thing we could really say is that they have a girl and the rest of them are men but that’s kinda it 😅

user6 super amazing night ❤️❤️

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formula1gossippofficial New couple alert? 🚨 Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri were spotted attending a Sleep Token concert last night in Australia. The McLaren driver was seen getting cozy with an unknown woman the entire night and reports said they disappeared from the concert together in the late hours of the night. What do we think? 🤔

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user1 maybe we should let him live his life?

user2 i never thought i would hear Oscar Piastri and Sleep Token used in the same sentence 😅

sleepingdreaming i can confirm they were there, seemed to have had a lot of fun as well

user3 is it true that he was with a girl there?

sleepingdreaming yes, they seemed very close too. logan seemed to be more of a third wheel than anything else to be honest 😂

op81fan she must be very special to make Oscar go out and stay that late on a race weekend🤔🤔

user4 the fact that he never goes out before a race and now he did and was seen with a girl in public makes me think she is hella special 👀

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yourname❤️

did you see the pictures?

oscar🐨❤️

i did

i’m sorry, i should have known there were gonna be paparazzi all over town last night

yourname❤️

babe, i don’t mind

i wanna be seen with you

i just don’t want people to figure out i’m in the band or anything, it would ruin the whole anonymity thingy lol

oscar🐨❤️

i’ll protect you❤️

i’ll make sure nobody figures it out

yourname❤️

in the meantime, wanna have some fun with the fans?😈

oscar🐨❤️

what did you have in mind?

yourname❤️

😈😈👀👀👀

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yourusername melbourne, you're a gem

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yourbff damn girl

yourusername

logansargeant i see what you did there

yourusername impressive, right?

oscarpiastri must be a special city

yourusername some pretty special fellas roaming around the streets as well

oscarpiastri that's really interesting. tell me more

yourusername that would be inappropriate

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oscarpiastri music is cool‼️

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user1 OSCAR???????

user2 WHO IS THAT?????

logansargeant you're getting better at this

oscarpiastri i've been taking lessons to make sure i don't screw it up😃

yourusername damn ;)

oscarpiastri 😈

sleepingdreaming this fandom merge is wiiiiiild

user3 DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T???

sleepingdreaming maybeeeee...👀👀

user4 i never thought i would see Oscar being into rock

landonorris i don't believe that's you

oscarpiastri you can believe whatever you want

landonorris hmmm

yourusername you better believe it😮‍💨

landonorris you could spare me the details, thank you

mclaren We didn't know how to feel about this, but we're starting to love it!🧡 liked by oscarpiastri and yourusername

iMessage

yourname❤️

do you think we should tell them?

oscar🐨❤️

do you want to tell everyone?

i completely understand if you’re not ready yet

it’s a lot of pressure being seen with me

the fans are crazy

yourname❤️

have you seen my fans, babe?😂

they are just like yours, if not worse sometimes

they just want to protect both of us

oscar🐨❤️

so you want to make things official?

come to the paddock as my girlfriend?

yourname❤️

i think it's time we tell the world

it just sucks nobody in your world is really going to know who i am

oscar🐨❤️

i thought your friends didn't know who you are?

yourname❤️

they have suspicions

i think that deep down, they know who we all are

but nobody says anything because we've built our image on being anonymous

it's like knowing but without saying it out loud, you know

oscar🐨❤️

so your fans will know you're dating an F1 driver but mine won't know i'm dating the lead singer of Sleep Token?

yourname❤️

pretty much, yeah

oscar🐨❤️

so cool❤️

okay, i'll post a picture of us then

yourname❤️

be careful which pictures you post

i wanna look good :(

oscar🐨❤️

babe

you look good in every photo i have of you

yourname❤️

awwwwwww

i love you my koala bear🐨🐨❤️

oscar🐨❤️

i love you too my rockstar girl❤️

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yourusername i love you so much ❤️❤️

oscarpiastri i love you more 🧡

logansargeant i’m surprised you managed to keep it a secret for this long to be honest

oscarpiastri you need to stop underestimating me, you know

yourusername i didn’t think we would be able to pull it off either…

oscarpiastri ⁉️⁉️

yourusername sorryyyyyyyyy

landonorris i am very hurt that i wasn’t aware you are in a relationship

yourusername we were literally introduced…

oscarpiastri i literally told you about her

landonorris …oh

yourbff my favorite couple ❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️

nicolepiastri i can’t wait to see you guys tonight!!❤️

yourusername we can’t wait either!!!❤️

user1 I KNEW IT

user2 ITTY BITTY OSCAR HAS A GF????😭😭

sleepingdreaming ❤️ i love seeing it

user3 WHAT DO YOU KNOW???????

sleepingdreaming i can’t say 🥲🫶🏻

user4 THEY ARE SO CUТЕ😭❤️❤️❤️

user5 he looks so happy 🥹🥹

georgerussell63 she’s really a gem

oscarpiastri she’s amazing, isn’t she? so talented as well

yourusername you’re making me blush 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

user6 never thought i would see Oscar dating a rocker girl

user7 why not? he loves her regardless of that

user6 i know !!! i didn’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just really cute how they seem to be opposites but getting along great

user8 she really seems to be helping Oscar get out of his comfort zone

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[cubur]

Here is my Art Summary of 2022！✨

"Let's have more wonderful and fun times in 2022！" That's exactly what I said in last year's art summary…

Well… my brain doesn't forget things easily, especially things I've experienced. I remember almost everything/everyday about this whole year. So when I think about 2022, I suddenly start crying …idk why (this is also one of the reasons why this year's art summary is a bit late) that's why it took me time to try to write something without crying.

Okay… Since I love the numbers 2 or 22, I had high hopes for this year. Yes I also believe in lucky numbers like good/bad wishes. Or, I used to believe… yes 'cause i don't believe anymore. Normally I can't say sentences like "I believe or I don't believe this" very easily. For me to lose faith in something, i have to be seriously disappointed by it. And now, that's probably not the right word for my true feelings but, 2022 really disappointed me！

Especially after March, I felt like i was buried alive…

I lost my faith, i lost my hope, i lost my job for a period, i lost my cat, I lost a loved one of my relatives. I remember nights when I had crying spells saying "enough is enough, i can't take it anymore". Many times I wanted to erase everything and disappear… yes I also knew it was weakness, cowardice ……but maybe i was just afraid. I was afraid of losing myself, i was afraid of losing my mind… A lot of people don't like to read/listen to negative thoughts so i keep my feelings inside anymore (and I'll probably even regret writing all this later) but just my heart is broken… and i'm still trying to heal it. But I also know that some wounds never heal, so just try to live with it, still and still… Yes… I know, nobody said the year would be easy… but no one ever said it would be this hard. At least for me, it didn't go well.

I really remember very few good moments for this year… so all that's left is some tears from my side……

And now, let me thank you to anyone who has patiently read this far. Thank you so much for supporting my arts and even me too for another year！Despite everything, I'm still happy to finally be able to make an art summary where I fill all the months with a piece ^^！You guys (and some special ones) are one of the biggest reasons I can still walk. I'm always grateful！

Thank you！！🙏

[fictionalmenxyn]

College Life, pt.2

(College student!rugby player!Ghost x college student!art student!Y/n)

Summary: Y/n shears a dorm room/apartment with the one and only Ghost one of the top three best players in rugby. Although he’s quiet he’s quite popular and well known, you aren’t so much. You two have been very close since Ghost made the first move but does Ghost what to take things further?

Tw: contact sport (no injuries) and I don’t think there are anymore but if they are plz let me know by a message <3

Idk maybe a part three like last time depends if I can fit it. Also if f/n pops up I mean it as friends name :)

It’s currently third lesson, you are walking with your friend, f/n. You both had the same lesson together which was history. As you both walked in and sat in your usual spots you both pulled out your folders and started to work considering you were doing your coursework. You were chatting and working as time went on; about halfway through the lesson there was a knock at the door. You didn’t bother looking since you were going to loose the sentence you had thought about and if you didn’t finish that sentence you’d forget (relatable irl). You placed the pen on the paper as you dotted a full stop to finish said sentence. Then you had heard your name be called. You looked over to see Ghost next to your teacher; you spoke “yes, miss?” She replied “Ghost needs you a minute” you looked over to him and got out of your chair and started to walk towards the two. Once you two stepped foot outside the classroom and shut the door he spoke “can I ask you a favour?” You politely asked “what is the favour?” He answered “since I know your really good at drawing and like really good at it. I told my coach about your drawings and he has asked if you could maybe draw us a new team badge?” You smiled at the fact he had told someone about you and your art as that was your best quality. You spoke “is there a specific day I need to do it by?” He responded “uhh about two weeks time?” You nodded and spoke “I can do that, I just need to know what he wants to be on the badge and what style he wants it” Ghost nodded and spoke “if you meet me at mr.James room at lunch he’ll probably write a list or something” you smiled and nodded. Surprisingly he had pulled you into a hug and spoke “thanks Y/n/n. This means so much” you spoke happily “glad to help, and thanks for the hug. Didn’t expect you to do that” you both chuckled and he spoke “well.. I’ll see you later, eh?” You nodded and watched him walk down the corridor (hallway). You went back into class and over to your f/n to continue doing your work. They had asked what he wanted so you told them and they smiled knowing if you two were together it would be a perfect match. Sometime later, the bell went and now it was fourth lesson and the lesson was maths. Walking in you saw the usual smart ones already there, which was nothing new. You sat in your seat knowing you were on your own, due to your other friend being off from illness. Grabbing your book you placed it on the table. But in the corner of your eye you saw someone sat next to you; looking to your left you saw Ghost. You spoke “so your sitting by me today?” He jokingly said “do you not want me to?” He chuckled while you spoke “yes.. well, I’m just wondering because I thought you’d sit with your friends?” He once again chuckled and spoke “well they can sit on the desk in front and next to me, if you don’t mind?” You spoke “not at all, I’m friends with most” little did you know he actually smiled under his mask. Now working, your pen had seemed to run out. You mumbled to yourself “damn it” Ghost placed a pen on your book and spoke “here have my spare one” you smiled and thanked him. Gosh your falling for him hard you thought, you also thought about how most people were intimidated by him but he never was like that to you through your eyes. Once you had finished all your work you checked to see if Ghost was done and he had just finished. You spoke “after lunch I’m going home” he looked down at you since there was a height difference. He spoke “ok” you asked “want me to make you something or get you anything from the shop?” He shook his head and replied “no thanks” you nodded and turned to face the front again. You watched and listened the boys talking about random topics and joined in on a few when they asked for your opinion or thoughts. After that the bell had rang and you grabbed your bag and followed Ghost as you both went to Mr.James room. Once you both got there Ghost knocked on the door and waited to be beckoned in. You and Ghost stood by the teachers desk as he wrote a quick list of things to be added to the badge. Then you went home…

Hope you enjoyed!

Make sure to request or message me if you want me to write anything.

Have a good day/night! 🫶

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Interaction with the Hunt family: "Um, I have a question. Are you guys aliens who are planning world domination and if yes, is Rook your leader?"

(no, idk why i wrote this prompt either.)

[If you want to see a silly theory on the Hunt siblings and some doodles of them, check out this post!]

I still stand by my opinion that the Hunt family is a bunch of international spies and/or assassins or something wild like that 😂

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Uncanny.

That was the only way you could describe the Hunts.

Rook and his five siblings—brothers and sisters—squished up against one another on one of Pomefiore’s lounge sofas. Seated so close like this, the similarities between their faces were even more pronounced.

Between them and the parents, they all boasted the same sharp eyes, the same flaxen locks, and the same deceptively willowy physiques. It was as though Rook had been refracted in seven different sizes and styles of dress. One Rook for each dorm, Ramshackle included.

Mrs. Hunt chuckled at your question, her eyes immediately sliding over to her husband. She said something in a tongue unknown to you. It earned tittering from her children, and a mysterious smile from Rook.

He caught your curious stare and held it. "Maman lauds your unique sense of humor, Trickster!"

You wondered if she had actually said, "They're onto us." Everything personal seemed to be half truths and avoidance with Rook—and even those that shared his blood.

“Mother speaks many languages,” one of the Hunt siblings offered. Which one it was, you couldn’t tell. “We all do.”

“Right. As part of your intergalactic plan to conquer Twisted Wonderland.”

Mr. Hunt grinned broadly, as if containing a laugh himself. “Us, aliens bent on world domination? No, nothing of the sort. We’re a perfectly normal family, I assure you.”

It was a familiar deflection, you realized, straight from Trey’s book. “I’m just an ordinary high school boy.”

"I don't know if I entirely believe you, sir," you said slowly. “I don’t know if I believe any of you.”

Mr. Hunt’s forest green eyes twinkled with amusement. “Then we should confess to our treason now. Perhaps law enforcement will be so merciful as to grant us lighter sentences for turning ourselves in.”

The Hunts all bursted out into peals of laughter. They clung onto one another for support, hooting and hollering as they doubled over on the sofa.

“Papa thinks himself a comedian!”

Was that really a joke though? You squinted hard at the group. “… Excuse me, but let me be more direct. What exactly do you guys do for a living? I heard you have villas with warp pads in many countries, and that’s super sus—”

"Such interesting school friends you have, Rook,” Mrs. Hunt mused.

“Yes, very interesting indeed,” her husband agreed.

“Very interesting! So very interesting,” the Hunt siblings chorused.

“Ooh la la~ It seems you’ve captured the attention of the entire famille,” Rook chirped, leaning forward in his seat. “Fufufu. I’m certain they’d love to hear more about your curious mind and the imaginative impossibilities it crafts.”

[jubiilee13]

hi babes I saw you begging for requests for mike schmidt so I decided to send my own request to you… as cliche as it is, could you write an angsty misunderstanding fic where basically mike is over-working himself to death and barely making time for you and you think you did something wrong but it turns out mike was just tired af. It can be smut or fluff since I don’t know what you really like to write. Sorry if this request is bad I’m not good at asking for things😭😭

-anon

anon ily ty for the request 😻😻

this may be a lil bad bc I’m sick rn but I hope u still enjoy 🫶

warnings: tiny mention of blood, angst, angy mike, sad reader, alludes to a little smut at the end but yeah

lets just say for this abby is at a um... sleepover or smth idk i forgot to include her

didnt check this for grammatical errors so my bad if it sucks lmao

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you and mike didn’t fight often

i mean you never really had reason to

but lately mike had been weird, he had been… distant.

mike often had his rough days, as did you, but this time was different.

every morning when he returned home instead of his usual warm embraces, you’d been receiving the cold shoulder, at most a few sentences spoken between the two of you before he dragged himself off to bed.

you were worried to say the least, you knew you had done nothing wrong, yet something in your gut made you wonder if you did.

so you decided today was the day you were going to talk to him about it.

boy was that a bad idea...

the moment mike stepped out of his bedroom he spotted you, anxiously fidgeting as your eyes met his own

"we need to talk mike" you mumble, clearly not looking forward to having this conversation.

mike rolls his eyes, "what y/n" he replies, attitude evident in his tone, yet the attitude is weak, and you note his face is just a bit paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more evident, something was off.

"whats been going on with us mike?" you ask, voice trembling "did... did i do something? you- you've been so distant..."

"its nothing y/n, stop worrying" he says with a scoff, and you bite your lip.

"mike you dont have to lie to me" you say softly, extending your hand out to him to soothe him.

Then something inside him snaps, that movement- that feeling. he couldnt take it.

"God damn it y/n i said nothing is wrong! you never listen! just leave me alone! you clearly only make things worse!" he cries out, and your body freezes.

"o-oh" is all you can say, retracting your trembling hand, clearly in shock

"o-okay um... um i-i'll leave you be..." you mumble under your breath, trying to hide your emotions until you were out of his sight.

you scurry away, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, and the moment you enter your bedroom the tears escape.

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it and sliding to your knees, hand reaching to cover your mouth to hide the sobs.

what had you done?

did you upset him?

is he gonna leave?

so many questions flooded your mind all at once

it was so overwhelming, all you wanted was him... but right now that was the one thing you couldnt have.

so you sat there, leaning against the door of your room for god knows how long.

eventually when no more tears could fall, you lead yourself to your bed, a bed that had been untouched for a few months now due to you always sleeping with mike, and after a few more shaky breaths, you slipped into a uneasy slumber.

As you slept, mike took himself for a drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles faded to white.

he was angry

he was tired

he just wanted to be home

it slowly started to dawn on him that upon his arrival home earlier, his anger had been misdirected.

he wasnt mad at you

he loved you

god- you just wanted to help

why couldnt he see that?

he lets out a shaky sigh, punching his steering wheel as he lets out a few grunts of anger (much to the dismay of the car infront of him)

he decides to leave you be for the time being, and he leads him self on down the winding road, until he comes across an empty parking lot.

he lets himself settle there for a while, staring into the dark abyss in front of him.

eventually he decides to call you, and when you dont pick up... he calls again.

and again.

and... again....

and 12 more times.

he was worried to say the least, what if you left him? what. if you didnt love him anymore?

after the final call he places his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair as he starts up the car again and heads home.

in the meantime you were at home, tossing and turning, unable to find a true sense of saftey in your own sheets and god was it horrible.

you didnt notice the buzzing of your phone, nor the vibration any time left another voicemaiil.

so you lay on your back, your teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

thats when you heard the front door open, the jingling of mikes house keys alongside his work ones

maybe he didnt leave

did he come back for you?

maybe he-

your thoughts are interrupted however by a gentle, almost silent knock at your door. you want to open it, you really do, but you're scared.

for once you put aside your fear and you sit up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and cracking it open just enough to meet mikes eyes.

both of your teary eyes meet one another, and something snaps within both of you

your grip on the handle goes slack as mike gently pushes further on the door, and the moment it opens enough for him to enter, youre surrounded by him

he kisses you gently, his hands wrapping around you, and you two hold the kiss until you eventually pull away to gasp for air

"im so sorry- i never meant to snap at you baby- i-i- im just so exhausted- work is so hard- i-i never meant to take it out on you- i love you so muc y/n- i"

you cut him off by kissing him again, this kiss growing more heated, your body pressing against his

"its ok" you whisper when you pull away, your foreheads resting against one another

"we'll be ok" you whisper

those 3 words are repeated for the rest of the night, along with other words of praise and affirmation.

the two of you love each other, and tonight it shows.

just as youre about to fall into a warm, peaceful sleep, mike presses a kiss against your damp forehead.

"i love you"

that was all you needed to hear in order to slip into slumber in his embrace.

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yayayayya mike

i hope that was good

ok ily

bye pookster

[elsfairy]

OMG OMG ok so like what if sev like was dealing with a really drunk reader and (when you say things when your drunk their sober thoughts) SO LIKE reader is saying all these nice things about Sevika and how much they want her baby’s and get married to her and how drop dead gorgeous she really is while laying in her bed and then at the end reader climbs on top of sev and raps their arms around her neck nuzzling their head into the crook of her neck. And whispers to her “I really mean all of this cause Ik you think I’m only saying it cause I’m sooooooo tipsyyyy *giggle* goodnight sevyyyy” and they like pass out. I wonder how sev would react. I was wondering if you could write this thought I have into like scenarios or a fanfic if not that’s totally fine I completely understand YOUR WRITINGS ARE AMAZING I LOVE THEM 💗💗💗💗 sending lots of loveee to youuu hun!

a/n: I love love love love this pls 😭 i would have done modern!sevika but.... also, sorry this is taking so long to get out, im not okay mentally, and the amount of times I have redone this bc it sucked makes me sick. slightly tweaked some stuff but it's there i swear. Idk how i feel about this i won't lie. ilysm w/c: 1.1k

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First of all, out of the two, Sevika can handle her alcohol so much better than you. So after a few glasses of whatever you had chosen to drink, you're already giggly and hammered by her side, mumbling out random sentences that make no sense but, you're happy, she can see you're happy and enjoying yourself.

"C'mon Sweetheart, drink some water then we can go home yeah? That's it, gotta take care of my girl"

You're extra clingy whenever you drink, so even though you were drunk out of your mind, you both knew it was going to take a little longer to leave the bar, and go home. she's protective of you anyway, but knowing you're drunk she's more protective, holding you close to her, keeping her hand on your lower back. although if you can barely stand, then she's carrying you in her strong arms. (yummy)

You know when a kid likes to run off because they've seen something that makes them happy? You're like that, all excited and gushy about everything, so she has to make sure to hold onto you just a little tighter, pushing people away just to be able to get you out the bar, and on the right path to your home. she could literally lose you amongst people so she needs to take extra precaution.

"Vika, don't wanna move.."

"Hey, i know, but won't it feel good to get home and be warm? it's not that much further"

I can imagine the slow walk home, she's holding you up and guiding you the whole way. chuckling but smiling at how much you're stumbling, obviously she won't let you fall but she just thinks it's cute :( and the way you're rambling about stuff that still makes no sense? girl got it bad for you.

drunk as hell, giggly as fuck but to her you looked so free and so beautiful. sure your makeup was now ruined because of how much you laughed and the tears staining your now rosy cheeks from crying because you had laughed so much, so hard but she's never seen you be such a free spirit in this world. you were truly the definition of perfection.

it wasn't long until she had taken it upon herself to carry you the rest of the way home like she did every time you got drunk. worried you'd end up falling and severely hurting yourself. it was like having your guardian angel. she truly did protect you, even more in a vulnerable state. "you're so strong, Vika.." You'd mutter, giggling into the skin of her neck, oblivious to the sudden heat rising there.

"yeah? does it impress you, Sweet?"

"mhm, all the time.."

it was a gentlewoman thing she did, she will neve lets you untie or take off your own shoes. that was her job, and always do things for you when you weren't completely 100% there. your drunk brain had you swaying, hand on her broad shoulder, trying to keep yourself up as she carefully slipped them off your sore feet, shoving them by the door. so gentle and caring towards you. "so kind to me, what would i do without you, Sev?"

"sleep without me pestering you for a kiss before i go to work every morning is a start. Go and get these clothes off, I'll bring you some water and something to eat, sober you up a little alright?"

the room was cold, too cold for your liking but that was your own fault for leaving the window wide open, knowing Sevika would complain about the chill, still though without a doubt would cuddle you to warm you up. she was so loving towards you, even if you did have days where you were a brat, endlessly annoying the shit out of her. she never shouted at you, or complained, she just loved you and took care of you.

"Hey, got your snacks and water. lemme take your makeup first then you can eat this, and sleep, okay?"

Another thing she did, won't even let you take your own makeup because she simply enjoyed doing that for you. you were also drunk as fuck so you would miss every patch. you watched in awe, watched the way she was quick to rush into the bathroom, coming back seconds later with a damp cloth. "Vika, can i tell you something..?"

She found it amusing you spoke like you were trying to tell her some sort of secret, but shook her head amused anyway. "give me a minute Sweetness, gotta get this off your face. you'll wakeup and cry if i don't"

the movement of the cloth against your face was slow, gentle even. she never rushed this part, she adored the way you looked at her with soft wide eyes, a small pout and overly entranced with her. loved to stroke your face, admiring you. booping your nose, adored the giggle she gained from her action. "You're so beautiful Vika.." you sigh, poking her cheek.

"Me? you should see you, angel"

alcohol made you more tired than usual, so it wasn't a surprise to Sevika when you crawled onto her body, snuggling your face into her neck, that deep blush returning on your face when she pulls you more into her chest. "Vika can i tell you now?"

"Right, of course Sweet"

"Just really want you to know that i think you are so beautiful.. i don't know why you don't accept my compliments or whatever.. but i hope you know that I'm telling the truth.. I'd never lie to you.. you're so pretty.. so pretty i want to cry when someone else looks at you, but i can't blame them.. you're the prettiest of all pretty things.. you wanna know something else? wanna marry you Vika, you make me feel so safe and loved.. you're so kind and gentle with me.. i wanna wake up to know you're my wife.. wanna have children with you.. grow up so they can be strong like you are.. kind like you are.. really want a family with you Vika.. love you so much.."

the abrupt end to your giggle told her your ass somehow quickly fell asleep, head snuggled right in the crook of her neck, your breath fanning her now hot skin. she didn't ignore your compliments, she loved them but she kept it hidden because she's never been told how beautiful she is. until she met you.

her heart was beating way too fast, the heat on her face was oblivious to you in your deep slumber but she felt warm. your words warmed her heart. you have had this feeling and thought for a while? to marry her? you wanted to start a family with her? have children together? the hand on your back halted, and lips grazed your forehead.

"I'd marry and have a family with you in a heartbeat, Sweetheart"

[stormgrl19]

𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 | 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑛

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Request: Idk if your requests are closed but if theyre not could you write for peter? Somthing like the reader came to the island to help find henry but shes fascinated with the island and peters fascinated with her? Ty if you can !! < 3 ( @akumazwrld )

Summary: You go to neverland with Emma and the others to help bring Henry back and on one of your secret midnight strolls you meet a really… fascinating boy.

A/n: I am so sorry it took so long! I hope you like it!

Warnings: use of y/n, not proofread /edited/ …

Wc: 799

You don’t know how many days you had been on this island, just that it couldn’t be a week since you arrived with Emma, Hook and the others to help Henry. Back in Storybrooke you lived alone in an apartment over a flower shop, where you worked. You weren’t a main character of any fairy tale, just a side character with no known family, but before you all got your memories back, you sometimes babysat Henry, which is why you were now here, in neverland.

Walking under the stars, in a jungle with beautiful plants everywhere, you let your mind wander and carefully craft on your silly dream of living here. Nature brought you the feeling of peace, it always had and even so, neverland was dangerous, you somehow knew deep down, that as long you were surrounded by nature, nothing bad would happen to you. It was foolish to rely on your feeling, the others would definitely call you delusional, but neverland was to wonderful to just walk through it, without taking time to really take everything in.

That’s why you had been secretly going on little adventures to explore the mystical island, while everyone else was sleeping. So far you had seen a lot of trees, flowers and last night you saw for the second time in your life real mermaids! If you hadn’t had to be silent you would’ve squealed like a child on Christmas. The more you saw of the island the less you wanted to go back to your boring and lonely life in Storybrooke. Why would you, when you could life here? Explore the island until you knew it like the back of your hand, nature always by your side and (and know you were really far gone from any reality) befriend the mermaids, swimming together and play around.

 Walking slowly, you stopped right before you walked into a bush with dark green leaves. It was dark, but the moon shone through the trees and you could see the little thorns. The stems looked like they were black and without any logical reason you reached your hand out.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Hastily you withdraw you hand and turned around. Before you, a few meters away was a boy, looking at you with an arrogant smirk and his hands crossed before his chest, while leaning on a tree.

“Why?” You asked, cursing silently for not bringing something to defend yourself.

“Because that is dreamshade. It is poisonous,“ he answered, still looking, no scanning you with his eyes.

“Oh.” You looked around, searching for a way to escape.

“Well, I think I have to go, so… It was nice meeting you?” The last sentence sounded like a question, but you really had to get away from him. He probably was one, of the people that held Henry captive.

He laughed and pushed himself off the tree, walking to you. Now you could get a better look on his face, and God was he handsome, but you really shouldn’t talk to him, should you?

“That was certainly a short meeting. I don’t even know your name.”

“Yeah, well-“ You stocked. Talking to him couldn’t be that bad and maybe he could help you with Henry? “Only if you tell me yours!”

His brow raised and he answered: “Ah, a little trade? My name for yours?”

“Seems fair, don’t you think?”

He hummed, “You can begin.”

“I can- fine. Hi, I am Y/n!”

“Y/n? That is a pretty name.”

“Yes, now tell me yours!”

“So impatient, are you? Don’t worry, I always stick to my word.” “So?”

He chuckled and walked closer to you, only three steps away from you.

“Hi, I’m Peter.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, it couldn’t be…

“Peter as in Peter Pan?” you asked hesitantly.

His eyes darkened and his smile changed from arrogant to something more… dangerous.

“Why, yes!”

“I really have to go now.” Panic was a feeling you knew all too well in this moment.

“Not so fast!” He grabbed your wrist and spun you around.

“I know why you and your friends are here - without my permission by the way - but-“ he leaned in, now only centimetres apart from your face “You won’t succeed. You hear me? I always win.”

He stepped back: “You should go now before your friends wake up!”

He sent you one of his smirks and seconds later he was gone.

You stared at the spot, were he stood only seconds ago. Scrunching up your face, you think about how you thought of him as handsome, he really is, with his hair, and his green eyes and-

You had to focus! You crushing on the enemy was not helping or useful.

At least you now knew: neverland was really fascinating.

[drabbles-mc]

Be Here

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Can be read as a standalone orrrr if you're feeling extra angsty can be read as a sequel to Begging You

Warnings: 18+, major character death, language, hospitals, mentions of blood/injuries, angst

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Idk what was up with my brain today but I literally sat down and wrote this on my lunch break at work. It's...it's something. Anyway! Have some sadness!

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Even on the chaotic drive to the hospital, you hadn’t fully passed out. Things got dangerously fuzzy a few times, but you had managed to hold into a few tethers of consciousness. Very little of that had to do with actual willpower on your part, and much more to do with Angel’s determination to keep you awake.

You didn’t really remember getting to the hospital. You sort of remembered being in the van, then everything went a bit blurry for a while there, and then you were suddenly in an obnoxiously bright hospital room. The incessant beeping of machines was drowned out only by the sound of Angel angrily explaining to his MC brothers what had happened. You didn’t listen too closely to that. You knew what happened—you were there.

Your eyes were glued to the ceiling tiles above you, feeling like any movement at all would take too much effort. They had you on and off all sorts of IV’s in the short time you’d been there. None of that was reassuring. You were with it just enough to know that things didn’t seem to be looking good.

In almost perfect contrast to Angel’s yelling, you heard EZ’s voice. Calm, collected, like always. “We will handle this, but you need to stay here.”

“Fuck that,” Angel spat. “If you think I’m just gonna fuckin’—”

“Quiet down,” EZ scolded him like a parent to a child.

Angel toned his voice down a little, but not much. It was like he was physically incapable of it. “You guys can’t just—”

“Angel?” You were the one who interrupted him this time. Your voice was weak, raspy. It was a wonder either of them had even heard it over all of the machines and their own voices.

Angel was by your side in a flash. You felt the slight shift of the hospital bed as he leaned against it. He braced against the handle frame, positioning himself so he could look directly at you, and you at him without trying to turn your head too much.

“Hey,” he forced out, choked up and tears in his eyes. The brief pause in his anger allowing his sadness to take over.

“Don’t leave,” you pled.

His frown deepened, conflict flashing across his eyes as he gazed down at you. “Querida, I can’t…we gotta…” He couldn’t put the sentence together. Taking a deep breath, he gently stroked his thumb along your cheek, paying no mind to the dried grime and blood there. “They gotta pay for this.”

You tried to take a deep breath but couldn’t quite manage it. “Later.”

The anger was starting to resurface. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw. “But…”

With all the strength you could muster, you moved your hand so that it was resting on his arm. “I don’t need you to be angry, baby,” you told him, tears in your eyes now too. “I need you to be here.” You coughed, which made your whole body hurt. “Can you be here?”

As his eyes stayed locked onto yours, Angel came to the realization that he didn’t know how to do that. When things went south, he was always somewhere else, doing something else. He knew how to go out there and get revenge, how to do something, get some kind of tangible result. What he didn’t know, though, was how to stay at your bedside and do nothing but wait.

You could see it, too. You tried to give his arm a squeeze and it sort of worked. “Please.”

“Angel,” EZ spoke up. You’d forgotten that he was even in the room. “Stay. We’ll handle it.”

He knew he wasn’t going to win against both of you. he didn’t take his eyes off of you as he sniffled, nodding as he said, “I’ll stay. I’m…I’m here.”

You managed a smile, a weak one, but still. “Thank you.”

For a few seconds, the only noise in the room was coming from the machines beside your bed. Then it was the sound of the door shutting behind EZ as he left. Once it was just the two of you, you saw Angel’s resolve start to deteriorate.

Leaning down, he rested his forehead against yours, gently but firmly cupping the side of your face. You felt the way that he trembled as he tried to take deep breaths. “Fuck, I’m so—” he choked back a sob, “I’m so sorry.”

Your hand was shaking as you rested it over his. “I’m not.”

He shut his eyes tight as he shook his head. “When this is over…” his voice trailed off, not sure how to end that sentence. He didn’t know what “over” looked like. He didn’t want to admit that to you, didn’t want to think about the worst outcome, the most probably outcome.

“Come here.” You didn’t have the strength to try and pull him into the bed with you. Luckily, he took the cue. He carefully shifted you over just enough for him to be able to shimmy into the bed alongside you.

He draped his arm on the pillow just above your head, giving the illusion of holding you without disturbing you. It felt like any move might be the thing that broke you for good.

The heat radiating off his body felt like heaven. You wished that you could curl into him. “Are you angry?” you asked.

“No,” he said softly as he kissed the side of your head.

You knew he was lying, but it sounded nice. Given the state of things, a few small lies to make you feel better was something you could live with.

“I told you,” he said as he traced his fingers along the edge of your forehead, “I’m here.”

“You’ll stay until it’s over?” you asked quietly, fighting the urge to let your eyes close.

He’d been the one who was so adamant about you keeping your eyes open. Now, though, for the briefest moment, he almost wished you’d close them so you wouldn’t see him break down. He clenched his fist on top of the pillow, white-knuckled where you couldn’t see it. Resting his forehead against the side of your head, you felt the way he brushed his nose against you as he fought to keep the one last shred of composure that he still had.

“Yea, baby,” he finally said, “until it’s over.”

“You love me?” you asked.

Angel didn’t know how, despite the pain and the exhaustion, you still managed to sound so peaceful, almost positive. He kissed you on the cheek. “Always.”

You laced your fingers with his, feeling the smooth metal of his rings. “I’m glad you’re here.”

A sob broke through, and you could feel his tears land against your skin. He squeezed your hand, almost tight enough to make it hurt but you didn’t care. It didn’t hurt any worse than the rest of it.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

A few minutes went by with neither of you saying anything. The slowing beeps of the monitor next to your bed cut the silence. You could hear footsteps in the hall, running feet racing towards people in as bad of shape as you, people they might still be able to help.

Angel’s breathing had evened out even though his tears hadn’t stopped. He pulled his head back to look at you and saw that your eyes were closed. He cupped your cheek, thumb tracing along the bruised skin there.

“You still with me?”

You gave a weak smile, opening your eyes up a tiny bit. “I’m with you.” You pushed, trying to clear your throat before asking, “You still with me?”

He chuckled through the tears. “Yea, I’m with you.”

“You think they’ll bring me another blanket?” you asked softly.

Angel’s heart sank. “I got it.”

He carefully got out of the bed and went to the closet that was on the opposite side of the room. He rummaged for a minute before finding the blanket, but as soon as he did he shot right back over to you and set about tucking you in.

“Better?”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He managed to get right back in beside you, laying even closer now if that was possible. “Whatever you need.”

You both fell quiet after that. Angel wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off of you even if his life depended on it. He lightly traced patterns along your arm and the back of your hand. He tried to take comfort in the small smile it put on your face. He didn’t say it out loud, but he noticed the way your breathing continued to change.

“Angel?”

He frowned at the way your eyes were still closed. “Yea, baby?”

“Do you think,” you managed to turn just enough for your arm to drape across his chest, “it’s okay for me to sleep now?”

His bottom lip began to quiver as he let out a shaky exhale. He kissed your temple. “I think,” he held you tighter, “I think it’s okay.”

Your body relaxed into his. “I love you.”

He tucked your head under his chin. “I love you too.”

He held you as tightly as he could without hurting you, waiting for the inevitable moment. You seemed almost comfortable, almost peaceful. And then the beeps finally stopped.

[joekeeryswife]

hi! i've never sent a request before so idk how to do this stuff so sorry if i do it wrong 😭😭, i was just wondering if you could do perhaps a fluffy joe keery w/ co-star!reader doing the vanity lie detector interview (or if you want just a simple ol' interview)

Lie Detector - J.K

i’m sorry for how bad this is. some of the imagines you guys come up with are amazing!! i love this concept, hope this was okay <3

you were sat in the lie detector chair, geared up, ready to be questioned. you thought you would be doing this alone but you found Joseph, Gaten and Joe all in your dressing room this morning. you had also found out that they would be reading questions fans had asked, you were shitting yourself. you were scared about the different questions you were going to get asked and now you honestly couldn’t lie.

the questions started with Gaten saying them first. “y/n. you have been in the public eye for a few years and are considered one of the most followed people in the public eye. if there was one thing you could do without being followed by fans and paparazzi, what would it be?” he said, this test made you think. you felt eyes all on you before you spoke up once you had gotten your answer. “probably go to my family’s house and sit outside” you said, looking at Gaten. he waited for the examiner to speak up and when she did she said a small ‘true’ which you were happy about.

you did get followed around quite a bit and once the paparazzi tried to get into your nans house whilst your whole family were there and you were fuming. you were trash talked by the media and newspapers after you went outside and shouted at them for being disrespectful but that was last year. “y/n, you have done many modelling shoots with different celebrities over the years, would you say your favourite shoot was the Vogue magazine cover or not?” Gaten said, reading the next question. to be honest, you loved every single shoot you did but when you got asked to be on the cover of Vogue UK, you felt as though you had completed every single life goal you had.

“yes, Vogue was definitely my favourite shoot” you said , telling the truth again. you didn’t want to lie and be called out so hearing Bonny, the examiner, say ‘true’ put your mind to ease after every question. then, Gaten passed the questions to Joseph and he read the next one in his head before laughing and showing the others. that made you nervous. you had done a few embarrassing things on set and out in public so you were hoping it wasn’t one of those questions. “y/n, since you get photographed by the paparazzi almost every day. they do get some awkward photos of you.” Joseph said, laughing out loud when Gaten push a photo of you, mid falling, on the pavement, ankle twisted. you started blushing and put your head down slightly.

“did your ankle hurt after this?” he said, looking at your face. you looked at the photo one last time before you burst out laughing. you nodded your head and then realised you had to give your response out loud. you all calmed down before you spoke up again. “yes, it hurt a lot. i went to the hospital after because it hurt so much” you said, making quick eye contact with Joe before turning to Bonny. she nodded her head and said a small ‘true’ before Joseph started saying your next question. “there are three questions left so, y/n, you have said in previous interviews that if you were going to get in a relationship, you would want it to be private but, have you recently got into a relationship or no?”

that was a stupid question. “no i am not in a relationship.” you said, looking at Joseph as you finished your sentence. you heard Bonny say ‘true’ before Joseph handed the cards to Joe. his eyes widen at the question in front of his and he started to read it out. “you have been in Stranger things since season 3, did you prefer the season 3 cast to the season 4 cast?” he said. that was kind of a shitty question. you loved all the cast and it was basically the same as last season but season 4 brought in Chrissy and Eddie, your best friends in the show, so you definitely preferred season 4 to season 3. “no i didn’t. i prefer the season 4 cast to the season 3 cast” you said, honestly, again. Bonny said a quick ‘true’ again and before Joe started talking, you quickly spoke up.

“god this is such a boring video, sorry guys” you said, looking into the camera. everyone laughed and then Joe started reading your last question. “do you have a crush on anyone on the Stranger Things cast and would you consider dating one of them?” Joe said, making your eyes widen in fear and embarrassment. you had always had a massive crush on Joe and Joseph knew. Joseph’s face turned from happy to shocked. he laughed out loud at your facial expression before you spoke up again.

“no i don’t have a crush on anyone and no i wouldn’t date any of them” you said, lying. your heart beat increased as you waited for what felt like an eternity for Bonny to say if you were lying or telling the truth. when Joe heard your answer, his face turned into a hurt expression before he looked down. he quickly looked back up and changed his expression when he realised he was also being filmed and waited for Bonny to talk. “that was a lie” Bonny said, looking at you. you muttered a quick ‘shit’ before looking down. you heard Joseph’s and Gaten’s laughs in the background of your mind whilst a million thoughts raced through it.

you didn’t want Joe to find out about your ‘silly’ crush that you had on him and here you were, being exposed by this stupid lie detector. “okay y/n, your questions are finished, you can switch places with Joe” your manager said. Bonny unclipped all the equipment from around you and once you were free, you practically ran to sit next to Joseph, your face covered in a bright red blush. “you’re an idiot. why didn’t you tell the truth, it would have been easier” he said, putting an arm around your shoulder. you nodded your head, acknowledging that he was right and the got given the cards by Bonny. Joe’s turn went pretty quickly before his last question came up.

“Joe, you’ve been on the Stranger Things set since season one and you’ve seen many actors and actresses come and go, is there anyone you felt a personal connection to on the show and did you have romantic feelings for that person?” Gaten said. you looked down at your hands and sighed softly. you ‘knew’ that Joe didn’t have a crush on anyone on the cast and that’s why you kept your feelings quiet. “yes” he said, looking you in the eye for a split second when you looked up before he quickly turned his head to Bonny. ‘true’ she said, making Joe’s cheeks turn into a bright red colour.

for the rest of the interview, you had a somewhat shocked expression on your face, Joe Keery had a crush on a cast member? you were utterly confused. after all the interviews had finished, you all got up and started walking to the dressing room. you and Joe walked together as Joseph and Gaten ran to see who would get there first. “so, i’m guessing your crush is Joseph” he said, making the awkward air even more awkward. “uhh. no actually. i don’t have a crush on Joseph” you said shyly, looking down at your feet as you walked. “wait it isn’t Joseph? then who is it, you have to tell me” he said, joking around. you sighed before stopping in the middle of the hallway. Joe stopped next to you with a confused look. “i don’t have a crush on Joseph. i have a crush on you” you admitted, your face turned as bright as a tomato as you looked anywhere but at Joe.

Joe was shocked. you liked him back? after all the years of him basically making his feelings obvious, you finally liked him back? Joe didn’t waste any time before putting both his hands on your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss. your eyes widened before you practically melted in his touch. you kissed back, hands falling around his waist as the kiss continued. “i like you too” Joe said, breaking the kiss. you let your head fall into his chest as you blushed brighter than before. you guys liked each other and you were grateful for this lie detector test.

[caramelstarlight]

Hi! I really like your works, I’ve just been too shy to send in anything. If your taking prayers right now, maybe a Tighnari x reader, where reader is Alhaitham’s sibling and can be described as the Akademiya’s “crazy lady” always coming up with insane/crazy theories and projects, will rant about topics that even leave the Sages scratching their heads, but still highly respected. People are really surprised when they learn that Tighnari and the reader are dating and Alhaitham's sibling. (sorry if it's a lot) I understand if your busy and not taking prayers at this time.

✅ /⭐️ Yeahh bestie I gotchu. Prayer is accepted!!

(Points to you for being a person who didn’t use anonymous xd! They can be so rare sometimes.)

Gonna make us Rtarawhist or whatever. Ngl I’m kinda in genshin as a character. Aka Layla. I used to have a mini Cryo vision and I like swords the best. My name is similar spelling to layla but has the same way of pronunciation.

Illuminating the Flora

(F reader/lil sis of Alhaitham x Tighnari)

(Characters: Tighnari, F Y/N, Alhaitham, Layla, Cyno, Nilou, Collei) (Hydro vision, Sword) (Healer / Attacker)

Sypnosis:Female reader who loves coming up with Theories that are beyond understandable to anyone else beside them(Al-Haitham excluded prob????) meets her partner. Fluff with fighting(Extroverted reader, they would be rambling on about their theories so they’d be social-?)

Story under cut! (Slight angst bc of fighting???) (Can be read as G/N if you ignore the Al Haitham calling you his sister.) (Keeping this in mind that it’s Rtawahist)

“Heyy Layla!” You said as you waved to her excitedly. Going towards the sleep-deprived woman. Holding a few pieces of paper as she saw you while near the fountain. (The one in her hangout where you meet!) She’d wave silently interested in what’s you come up with today. She and her other half found it interesting of what your brain could think of so quickly. It may not make a lot of sense to them but they see how happy you are so they don’t dare to ruin it.

“What’s you come up with this time Y/N?” She’s ask yawning in between her sentences. Having another all-nighter… placing herself on the fountains edge. Being careful to not get herself wet. You mimicked what she did before explaining what you had come up with.

“you see, if the stars and planets are made of dust, shouldn’t water in the space make them grow or dissolve? Especially the sun! It’s blazing hot! It’s worse than traveling to the desert sometimes.” You’d question yourself trying to come up with an answer as she laughed quietly. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t grow or dissolve. I don’t think they’d really be affected by the water.” A few talks with Layla seemed to help you with your theories and projects that you could do. Wondering if others could agree with your theories. You may be young but your mind is always head of your years. Same goes for Al-Haitham. maybe it runs in the family…

“I’ll be off Layla! Thanks for helping me sort my thoughts out.” You’d say. Waving goodbye as she went to her class. Your next class is about Zodiacs. What makes people them in a sort of way, it is believed that your birth month changes you slowly but helpful in the process.

Seeing him in the class brought you great joy. He was always early to his classes and you happen to share two classes. You took your seat as your gaze lingered on him for a bit of time. Before you turned your head away and back to the front. (Zodiacs and about plants like the Nilotpala lotus, such as why they only bloom at night or time sensitive ones.)

—After class— (idk what they learned ;-;)

“Tighnari!” You’d say as you catched up to him leaving the classroom. He stared at you with a smile before turning his head back towards his neutral view. You two turned into a different area. Seemingly no one was nearby. So they shouldn’t hear the conversations. (Someone’s gonna hear and it’s gonna be like Alhaitham)

He’d hold you gently, taking in your scent from your hair for a few moments as he wrapped his tail around you. “I heard you came up with another theory. I’d be keen on hearing it sometime before you forget it.” He’d joke, knowing you’d move from it quickly.

“Maybe later…? I just want to relax with the free-time we have today.” You’d tell him. Enjoying his warmth and presence. He lowered his ears and gazed at you lovingly. Silently telling you that he also wanted to do so. He gave you a little peck on the cheek as focused on you. Looking at what you had chosen to wear today.

A similar outfit to Layla but more adorned with jewels symbolizing wishes and more based on daylight. You always wore a different outfit with a new combo. It was refreshing to you and fun, it didn’t cost much as you had your brother getting what you wanted. (Dw you don’t buy much-)

You enjoyed the time silently as Tighnaris ears perked. Alerting the both of you, as he lowered an raised them. Hearing someone coming. But it was too late till they saw you both. It was your big brother, the scribe.

You both quickly departed from one another. Both blushing brightly as he looked with a slightly amused expression. “Al- al Haitham-?!” Tighnari stuttered, hoping he would keep a secret for him. You’d look away and towards a wall in embarrassment.

“You never told me you were dating. But I suppose my little sister always keeps her secrets hidden.” Al-Haitham said as he turned you around to not face the wall. “H-hey! I have my own life too y’know! You don’t need to be a know-it-all about me just because I’m your little sister!” You’d retaliate back to him. Not thinking about your choice of words. Whisper-shouting to him as Tighnari malfunctioned.

“Your siblings?!” He’d whisper shout at the both of you as you and him nodded. Realizing not many knew you were related and just thought you had the same last name but different families. (Like so many ppl can have the last name Takahashi bro- I have seen so many ppl with it)

“Oh you didn’t know-? I thought you did-?!” You’d say back at Tighnari. Hoping the whisper shouts wouldn’t gather your friends or strangers.

“No I didn’t!” He’d say as Tighnari held one of your hands. “Realizing it now I should’ve known sooner… same last name and age.” He’d sigh, lowering his ears and tail in dissapointment.

“Hey it’s okay! Not many people know…”’your state trying to cheer him up as Al-Haitham talked to him about being your boyfriend. He had trust in him that he would take care of you. Walking away from the area and onto the outside / entrance / threshold of the akademiya.

(After announcing your relationship with Tighnari and being siblings with Al-Haitham.)

People were gasping. It’s as if they struggled to breathe oxygen. Leaving many shocked and puzzled. None knew about your lover and brother.

Turns out Tighnari needed a few materials from the desert. So you went with him. Unknowingly, the news about your status of being Al-Haitham sister spreaded quicker than the reaction, a target now plagued into your back unknowingly. Tighnari flicked his ears, getting cautious as the fur on his tail bristled.

You noticed this quickly. He grabbed you suddenly, dragging you away from what seemed to be eremites. Dodging their arrows as you both hid behind some tall rocks. He’d shush you quickly as he heard them going closer. Grabbing your hand again. Leaving before they went to your spot. Using your hydro vision to make the sand wet in a different direction. The eremites followed it. You both successfully left.

or do you thought. Eremites came up from behind as they happened to have backup. Your eyes widened as Tighnari went in front of you. Getting stabbed into his stomach. Shielding you from the hit.

You’d shout at the eremites seeing what they did. Healing Tighnari quickly as he got up. Using his mine to confuse the eremites. You used it as a chance to bloom as he used his three quick charged shots. Healing him with your skill. Dodging attacks as they swung at you, hitting your arm as you got knocked to the ground. Dodging more attacks while kicking them away and up onto your feet using your burst while Tighnari used his. (For context, you summon stars to follow you and heal everyone while having increased crit dmg,rate,atk and healing. The stats have a big first impact like Kiraras but has a decent amount of damage after its first few hits. Skill is you harnessing hydro power like Candace and dealing healing/dmg.)

“There’s still more?!” You’d state as more kept coming towards the both of you. Keeping your health from hits up high. (Tighnaris still wounded, it’s not like in genshin where they get injuries and nothing happens beside hp bar.) A flash of lightning appeared with a wave. It was cyno and Nilou?!

“I was looking for these eremites.” Cyno stated as he charged forward. “I saw you both fighting and went to go get cyno!” Nilou said worriedly as she helped with the fight. Eventually the waves of eremites ended quickly. Seeing cyno was always a bad sight for those against him.

“Thank you cyno and nilou!” You’d say as you looked at them for a few moments hearing them speak as you tended to Tighnaris wounds carefully. Using your hydro power to heal him.

“You’re welcome Tighnari and Y/N.” They’d both stated as you checked on everyone’s injuries. They left as you took Tighnari back to Gandharva Ville.

“Heyy! Collei!” You’d say as you saw collei coming closer to the two of you. Worrying about the both of you as you headed with Tighnari to get himself patched up. When he woke up collei left you both alone with one another.

“I’m sorry narii! It’s my fault you got injuries if I just never announced it with you and kept it a secret for a little longer-MMH?!” You’d state as he kissed you. Preventing you from bad-mouthing yourself. He held you close as you stared at his blood-stained jacket on the side. Wrapping his tail around you comforting you efficiently.

“You did great. Don’t be a worrywart for me?”He’d ask you, looking at you with slight puppy eyes and adoration. His voice was soothing as you both sat in comfortable silence. You eventually fell asleep.

(ENDING 1)

He gently Carried you to the bed. Making sure to not wake you up as he gazed at you when he settled you down and went next to you. Wrapping his tail against you again as he put his chin above your head. Using his arms to bring you closer to him. You leaned into his touch and into his chest. He gazed at you and played with your hair for a few moments before falling asleep.

(ENDING 2)

He gazed at you sleeping in his arms. Staying in the hug position as he grabbed a nearby book and read it. Preparing and studying for tests. Knowing you’ll need his help later on with preparation. He gathered a few bits of info and left it on the side. Putting you on the couch as he left to go do work with collei before returning shortly.

(Kinda glad how this turned out ngl! This was fun imo as I like being super imaginative about certain things.)

(Hope you enjoyed!!)

[natsaffection]

this is probably a weird request/idea, but i thought like a small prompt related to the series where nat says verbally she loves y/n for the first time and y/n reacts to that, or like little headcanons of their "firsts" like, first ily, first idk crying if that makes sense? 🤍

A/N: FIRST OF ALL, THERE ARE NO WEIRD REQUESTS OR IDEAS!!! THEY ARE ALL GREAT, and I’m thankful for everyone who will take their time to send one. <3

So, thank you to this wonderful ano Person to send it, I hope you like it :)) I made a mix of story and headcanons for youu.

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‎Warnings: None

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Natasha says “I love you.” for the first time:

(I didn’t even realized she had never said it to you)

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It was late in the evening, and you were currently still alone in the house, as Natasha was on her way from work. Months passed after your life changed drastically. You are engaged, after all?! 

So it was time to start making plans. However, you shied away from doing that in front of Natasha, not knowing what she would think of the whole thing. You got to know her as a withdrawn person. Not with you, but around others. 

You've been sitting in front of your IPad for hours looking for inspiration for your wedding, your dress, the dressing code, that you didn't even realize Natasha was already back until you feel her arms around you,

"Hello, my future..." You are startled and almost out of reflex throw the IPad all over the living room, "Nat! Don't scare me like that!" Natasha was anything but Stupid, thus she knew immediately that you had something to hide. "What did you do?" 

"N-Nothing!" You try to crawl to the Ipad to turn it off, however Natasha was faster and snatches it away from you, "You have one more chance to tell me before I look at it myself." You didn't want to. You don't want her to see the plans! Not because you're afraid she won't like it after all, but rather that you want it to be a surprise as well....

"Don't do it, please..NO!-" She pretends to lift it and had to laugh at your reaction, "Y/n what's so bad you have to hide it from me, hm? Talk to me."

She puts it aside as she trusts you more than others. She knew it wouldn't be bad. You sigh out as she puts it on the table and sits down with you.

"Well..What uh.." You nervously play with your engagement ring..Natasha watched and put a hand over it, "Stop that..Now shoot." 

You know she won't stop until you tell her, "Iwaslookingatweddingspictures.." You mumble too fast again and Natasha has to laugh, "Y/n, I didn't understand a thing."

"I was looking at wedding pictures!" You snap back, ready for a discussion. But Natasha continued to look at you gently, "So what's the big deal?" You were about to start saying your prepared sentences until they caught in your throat, "Huh?"

"What, huh? What's the big deal?" She laughs and gets up to take off her jacket. You stand up with her and walk after her. "So you don't mind?" She hung up the jacket and stopped, "Why on earth would I mind?" You look down, 

"Well..I-I thought you wouldn't like..parties, I mean."

She comes up to you and looks at you again, "Parties? Y/n that's anything but a cheap party..This is going to be the most important and best day for me, okay? Just because I get to spend the day with you and no one else..." You look up at her pouting, "So it wouldn't be a problem for you if more than one person came? Roses will be standing everywhere? And-"

"I wouldn't care if the pastor stood in front of us in an angel costume. I love you, and I'm going to put that in writing that day, no matter what." Your eyes widen. It's the first time she's really used those three words. You know she loves you, she shows it every time, but she hasn't said it yet, "What's wrong?" She asks, "You.. said you love me..." 

"Y/n what's wrong with you today?" she laughed, "Well, you've never said it! Which is definitely not a prejudice, I'm-" she interrupted you as she kissed you, "I love you, I love you and...I love you." She slaps you all over until you had enough and laughed it off.

From that day on, Natasha said this to you every other time she saw you. Whether in a meeting, watching a movie, and so on. She and you didn't even notice that much that you didn't say that to each other every third time, because your presence was already saying enough. 

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When you come home crying for the first time:

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Your eyes felt heavy. You came from a stressful day at work. You did nothing wrong, on the contrary, you brought a huge success to the company. You were so damn proud of yourself that you started crying right away, and your colleagues who were celebrating you, were not helping at all.

The day was perfect, but also exhausting because of the thing. So you came home and were immediately ready for bed and Natasha's arms. You came in and at that moment, Natasha came out of the kitchen, "There she is, how-" She stopped moving, and her happy face changed to a worried one, "Have you been crying? What happened?" She came at you like a gazelle, and you were so damn emotional about it that you started crying again, which alarmed Natasha even more.

She looked confused and immediately angry at the person who brought you home, thinking something had happened to you, "Hey, hey, Y/n are you okay?! Did anyone hurt you? Talk to me..." Fuck, you need to calm down or Natasha will run amok, "N-No-everything is fine-"

"Everything's fine?! You're crying!" Now a quiet giggle came out, "I made the biggest sale of the month today." You look at her with red eyes and could see the confused looks, "What?" 

You explain the situation to her and slowly it all made sense to Natasha too. "God, I thought I did something wrong! Or worse, someone did something to you!" You had to hide your laughter in your hands, "I'm sorry..." You had to laugh so hard, that Natasha thought you were going to start crying again. She was so damn overwhelmed with the situation. "Baby, please stop, okay? I'd rather see you cry differently, but not like this..." She wipes your tears away with her finger, and you got a little flustered with the statement, "I think that can be arranged...”

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Your first birthday:

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Natasha was discreetly excited that day.

She canceled all her appointments that day to spend with you.

Weeks before, she innocently asked for things you've always wanted to do and booked them in the same second.

You, on the other hand, were relaxed. You thought you were going to have a relaxing day or evening...with something cooked and that was it. You didn't want any gifts from her, you already had her.

But Natasha? Well..your whole living room was filled with gifts. 

She had made it her mission to get them. In the past, she would have sent someone, but for you? She'll do anything.

On your day itself, you wake up to Natasha already sitting next to you with homemade breakfast, "Happy Birthday, Detka."

You were so surprised and excited at the same time that you almost throw the tray from Natasha's hand.

Your first gift from her was that you didn't have to go to work today. You protested, but Natasha, as always, didn't let up.

Afterward, you made it a relaxing morning, and she led you into the living room, where your chin dropped. 

Balloons floated everywhere, your name showed up big in letters, and little boxes were packed everywhere. 

Natasha could melt here and now over your reactions

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First family meeting:

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You were scared, you were nervous, you wanted to disappear.

But Natasha was always by your side

She knew you were insecure about your age difference and afraid of your parents' reaction.

But they reacted fantastically. Your dad got along with Natasha right away as they both have the same mindset about business, and your mom was just happy that you found such a nice and sweeping person.

And then you dropped the bombshell.

“We're engaged."

The faces were divine, and your mom even had tears in her eyes 

They were the first to raise their hand for wedding planning

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First time picking up Natasha from work:

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You were excited when Natasha left for work, knowing you'd be picking her up today

 Exactly. She knew nothing about it

You count the hours and your hands started sweating as you set off.

Before that, you let Natasha's driver know and sent him home.

So you stood in your garage and chose the most eye-catching car. A red Ford Mustang

At the Company, the unfriendly receptionist at Natasha's door wouldn't let you in, of course.

“I'm pretty sure Ms. Romanoff doesn't have time for you right now."

Oh how you wanted to see her reaction. 

So you stuffed yourself confidently and walked through Natasha's door.

The woman yelled out, and as you walked through the door, she practically fell after you,

“M-Ms Romanoff, I tried to hold her back, b-but that piece of-"

“Y/n?" Natasha saw you, got up from her table and walked over to you to kiss you

You could see the woman from earlier understand that she made a big mistake when she looked at the two of you and saw your engagement rings on each other fingers.

“Oh, god, th-that- I'm sorry ms-"

“Get out."

You were practically met with a gust of wind. 

Natasha was so surprised and delighted that she left all her work and went home with you.

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[causticjuice]

Kinktober Day 10(ish) — Sweat, Armpit

Secondo x AFAB!reader

Notes: The first Kinktober post kinda blew up, which I hadn’t expected. So thank you everyone for the support! I hope everyone who’s here enjoys what else I write this month (and after too)! Okay, so I’m kinda cheating on this one. Since it includes stuff that’s from days 5 and 14, I didn’t have it ready by day 5 and I’m planning to post another one on day 13, I thought it’d be best to do it right in between. This makes a nicer, more even schedule. Anyway, can’t believe that this is my first fic with my dearest Bone Daddy (even though I had him in mind for this and began writing the fic for day 13 multiple months ago, which also includes him). I’m not expecting this to get as much attention as day 6 bc it’s more niche but I’m pretty proud of this one so I hope you give it a chance and someone ends up liking it. If I’m lucky, maybe it gives someone a new kink (the ultimate accomplishment in life).

Tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), sweat and armpit kink (for real, there’s licking of sweaty hairy man pits), vaginal fingering (there's only like one sentence), p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet play adjacent? (idk, he calls reader 'pet' and reader acts a little feral), overstimulation (just a smidge), it got a little soft at the end oops

Word count: 2.3k

ao3

You’re walking to the abbey gym after a long day of sitting at your desk. Your body aches in all the worst ways and you’re intent on changing that. Despite your tired state, you know that once you get into the rhythm of your workout, you will be able to get out of your head and relieve some tension. You don’t think you’ve ever gone quite so late, usually heading there after office hours. But today you had to stay until such a ridiculous time that the corridors are now completely empty. You don’t see a single soul as you walk. For a second, you are worried that the gym will be closed when you arrive. There isn’t any staff there and you need a keycard to enter, but maybe they cut the power off at a certain time. Either way, you would have to go there to find out, so you prepare yourself for disappointment if the worst case scenario is true.

When you finally arrive at the door, you’re glad to find the entry hall looking the same as always. There is no information that would indicate a closing time, so you proceed with your usual routine. There is no one in the changing room or the main gym area itself, just like in the hallways outside. Once you’re changed and ready to start, you put your earbuds in and play your exercise mix. You let yourself feel the high tempo music, pumping yourself up through the warm up. The feeling of your heart beating, skin heating up, breath quickening, all remind you of how real your body is. An intricate machine with millions of processes going on at every second of your life that all seem to fade into the background when you stay unmoving for hours. All that there is is what’s in front of you and you’re not there. Just thoughts swirling around about whatever it is you’re doing, or supposed to be doing, or something else entirely. But never thoughts of how your back is twisting, or stomach grumbling, or eyes stinging. You can feel your body now, and it is the only thing that matters.

Suddenly, you see something moving out of the corner of your eye. You snap your head in that direction, jumping a little out of fear, but you see it’s only someone entering the gym. It is no other than Papa Emeritus II. Wearing a tank top and shorts in his signature green and black, he looks so different than usual. But certainly not bad. A glance at his arm tattoos causes images to flash in your head. Images of tracing them with your fingers, finding all the details you could in the dim light. You wonder if he remembers. Probably not.

You notice him nod his head to greet you and snap out of your thoughts. You return the gesture and force your gaze away from him. Just don’t stare, look anywhere else, you think to yourself, but your eyes refuse to lock on anything. Instead, you scan everything in your field of vision aimlessly, snapping back to him every second or so. Your eyelids close, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself, and when they open back up, you pick a spot and stare at it.

You keep doing your regular workout but your thoughts and eyes keep drifting to Secondo. His muscles straining, his chest heaving, the beads of sweat running down his forehead. You imagine you’re the reason for those, and not the weights in his hands. Fuck, you were supposed to focus on your body, not his. Stop being such a creep, you idiot. He can definitely tell. Your curiosity wins the battle with your will, though, and you look in his direction once again. And what you see nearly knocks you on your ass. His chest is completely bare, the tank top discarded somewhere to the side. His skin glitters with moisture in between the coarse hair. He seems busy enough that your blatant gawking just might go unnoticed. Unlikely, but possible.

When you’re finally done, you quickly tidy up your space and get back to the changing room. You decide to forgo the shower and plan to take it back in your room, changing into your regular clothes for now. Your only choices are to run away or go back in before Secondo leaves. But you have to come up to him. You don't want him to think you're avoiding him. After all, you're not complete strangers. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You inhale a deep calming breath and stand up to walk back inside.

You take slow steps in his direction, where he is leisurely cleaning up.

"I bet there's usually no one here when you come, right?" you speak loudly to get his attention.

"That is correct," he responds while continuing with his task.

"Sorry to disturb your alone time."

He turns around to face you and steps closer.

"It is no problem. I enjoyed the company."

As he's talking, you inhale his scent, pungent and musky and overwhelming, and you do your best to hide your pleased reaction.

“I am sorry, I smell,” he says, clearly noticing your odd behavior.

“No, no, no! Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh, you don’t have to be polite.”

“No, really! I mean it,” you exclaim and begin to chew your lip nervously.

“So you like it, then?”

“Huh? Um, I-” you try to stammer out an explanation but hear him chuckle quietly.

“It’s okay. Plenty do,” he takes another step towards you, "So?"

“Uhh, yeah. I guess so,” you reply under your breath, utterly embarrassed by your lack of subtlety.

He hums, sits down at the nearest bench and stretches his arms above his head before resting his hands on his neck.

“Here you go,” his piercing eyes are locked on you as you stand in place, dumbfounded, “Come.”

After a few more moments, you finally walk closer. When you reach the bench, you straddle it so that you are facing his side. He turns his head towards you and nods, giving you his consent. You spend some time there, trying to gather the courage to do what you both know is coming next. No one was ever so comfortable with you about this, or so quick to notice your… predilection.

You finally take the next step and bury your face in his armpit, inhaling deeply. A bolt of arousal shoots through you instantly and you release a loud moan while wrapping your arms around his torso. His wiry hair tickles your cheeks as the intense sharp smell tickles your nostrils.

“Hmm, good pet. Does that smell nice?” he says while caressing the back of your head.

You whine in response and lift up your legs to rest on the other side of the bench, pulling yourself even closer to him. The scent floods your brain with some sort of primal urge that makes you lose any semblance of composure. You’re clinging to him like a baby koala, face squished under his arm. But it’s not enough, you need more. So you break away, only for a second, to immediately plant your tongue on him and drag it up. The salty taste combined with the strong musk is heavenly and makes you moan again, louder as your mouth is open.

“Greedy child. Isn’t it getting a bit dry in there?” he coos.

“Mmhm…” you hum into his skin.

“Then how about we fix that?”

He lowers his arm slowly, letting your head move out of the way, and wraps it around your waist. He lifts you up swiftly and lays you on the mat that’s on the floor, hungry eyes looking into yours. His hands slide down to take off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. His eyes fall on your glistening cunt and his eyebrow rises in curiosity.

“So wet just from sniffing me? Dirty little thing.”

His fingers find your entrance and glide easily over you, lightly rubbing up and down a few times before pressing inside of you. As he’s working you open with one hand, the other is holding him up above your shoulder, letting his aroma periodically reach your nose and excite you further.

“Papa, please, can you-” you whimper in desperation.

“What is it, tesoro?” he tilts his head teasingly.

“I need you, please, fuck me,” you groan impatiently.

“As you wish.”

He gets up onto his knees and pulls down his shorts, letting his erection bounce out. He grips his cock and spreads the gathering bead of precum over his length before lining himself up with your cunt. Once his head pushes past your opening, you gasp at the stretch. You almost forgot how girthy he was. His length is slowly sinking into you, letting you adjust to the impressive size. When he bottoms out, he plants his hands at either side of your head to hold himself up as he begins to lazily roll his hips.

“C’mon, faster, please,” you whine and writhe under him.

“So greedy and impatient. Satana, what a brat.”

He punctuates the last word with a sharp thrust that knocks the air, and the attitude, out of you. You get what you wanted, his cock pounding into you in quick and deep movements. As you start to lose yourself in the feeling of having your cunt thoroughly stuffed over and over, you notice the slick layer of sweat return to his skin. You instinctively pull yourself up by holding onto his back and run your tongue over any hint of moisture you find. He notices you take initiative and rolls over so that you’re now on top, one of his hands resting behind his head as the other grasps your hip.

That animal inside you takes over again and you fuck yourself on him while licking his chest desperately. In your frenzy, you almost miss the shudder when you graze his nipple, but you try to remember that for later. Hopefully there will be a ‘later’. But there are more pressing matters now. You reach your nose and mouth to his armpit, still moving on his lap. The scent has now shifted into a more deep and sweet aroma of sex, the taste remaining sharp on your tongue. All of your senses are overwhelmed by him, you’re filled to the brim with his essence, and just about ready to burst.

You can feel him move his hips up to piston into you while you messily ride his cock. All thoughts are gone from your brain, you’re enveloped by him and you cry out in pleasure when you tumble over the edge. He keeps pumping into you as you writhe on his chest, guiding you through your climax. Once you’re spent and limp, he flips you over and takes charge once again.

“I’m not done with you yet, pet,” he growls and snaps his hips, making you keen from overstimulation.

He’s back to fucking you relentlessly, his thumb traveling to your clit. Once it touches you, you jerk your hips to escape the intense sensation, but he doesn’t move away. He draws tight circles on your clit as he pounds you and it doesn’t take long for you to come a second time. Your walls clenching around him push him into orgasm with you this time and he spills his cum inside of you.

He falls down on top of you and you both stay still for a while, trying to catch your breath. You’re so drained that you nearly fall asleep, completely forgetting that you’re still on the floor of the gym. What snaps you back to reality is the sound of Secondo muttering your name.

“Wait… you remember me?” your eyelids fly open and you turn towards his face in surprise.

“Of course I do, tesoro. That was one of the best nights of my life,” he replies with a fond smile.

“I thought you were too drunk to remember anything at all… But then why didn’t you say anything just now?” you ask, your brows knitting together.

“Because you didn’t. Maybe you had forgotten. Or didn’t want to talk about it,” he says, a bit of anxiety poking through his otherwise steady voice.

“Ha, as if I’d forget something like that! I’m sure that was just another Friday night for you.”

“I assure you, it was not.”

“Can- can we do this again? I mean- not this exactly this but- you know,” you stumble over your words and he chuckles at your awkwardness.

“Yes, I’d be glad to. Now let’s leave before the cleaning ghoul gets here, hm?” he starts to get up as you still lie on the mat.

“So the gym does close at night?”

“Not officially, but they have to clean at some point, no? Here,” he holds his hand out to help you up and you accept it.

After you clean up and part ways, you’re walking back to your room in disbelief of this chance encounter. You had thought that the wild night was nothing special for him, just another Sibling to take for a ride of their lives, never to talk to again. But apparently you were wrong. Maybe there was something there.

[ch3rriewine]

Pink in the night ♡ {R.L}

summary: Remus drunkenly confesses his feelings, romance ensues

warnings(?): 1.6k words, idk like fluff, loosely based off of the mitski song "pink in the night", little bad idk how i feel about this one, i wrote this with fem!reader in mind, reader has hair long enough to be tucked back lol, reader has a cat:D, remus is a cutie as always, remus is a clingy drunk, theyre at a party and drinking alcohol, like one mention of a weed smell, the time it takes for the pain meds to kick in is a tad unrealistic but it's fiction so who cares, i'll add more when i think of more

authors note: ahhh!!!!! second fic thing idk tell me what u think :p also tell me what else u want writing wise im trying to write more

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Remus needs to talk to you, even standing near you would be great. You might as well be glowing pink, and the alcohol makes you look no less than a ray of sunlight. In a little black dress and some kitten heels, you stand close to Emmaline. That dress does wonders for your already lovely self, he thinks. You arrived a little later than everyone else, so you only had a few sips of some cocktail in you. He stumbles over to you, okay maybe he's drunk, not tipsy. Still, he managed to get over to you. Your perfume hits his senses and suddenly he’s forgotten why he’s over there. Oh yeah,

“Hey” you speak up first glancing at him with furrowed brows accompanied by a concerned smile.

“H-hey!” he yells, maybe a bit too loud, over the music. You're still smiling, now it’s not in concern, it's in fondness. He hopes you never stop.

“Having fun?” you chide, cocking your head a bit to the side. The smell of vodka and a small hint of cologne is eminent on him.

“No, not really” he slurs his words ever so slightly, grinning the smallest bit of pearly whites showing and something glinting in his eyes that you can't quite place.

Small talk ensues, and then he starts following you around the flat, chatting about nothing. Soon enough you're sat on a couch that smells faintly of booze and weed with Remus playing with a small lock of your hair. The strands twirl through his fingers, he seems oddly entertained by it, how much alcohol had Sirius given him?

“Rem, you look tired, you wanna stay the night at my place?” you ask, worried he’d pass out in this sticky mess. It’s only a friendly worry, not I secretly want to take care of you because I like you a whole lot worry, totally not.

“If it’s not too much of a hassle, sure” he mumbles, apparently too tired to speak up. Thankfully, your flat isn’t that far within walking distance. You two eventually make it back with no problems, other than Remus would occasionally trip on nothing. You lead him to your couch and sit him down, he’s already half asleep and he doesn't notice you taking off his coat for him and his shoes. You drag him back onto his feet and lead him to your bedroom, a lot harder than it sounds when it's a six-foot drunk man you're dragging. He plops down onto your bed, sighing at the feeling of your blankets and pillows surrounding him. You get a glass of water and some paracetamol on your bedside table for his oncoming hangover, then leave to change into your pajamas. He slowly assesses your bedroom, your bookshelves, the color of the walls, to your photos hanging up. It’s so you, everything just fits in perfectly with your character. You emerge from your bathroom changed and cleaned.

You're so lovely, he thinks. With your sleep shorts and an oversized shirt, you make your way over to your bed. “Get some rest, please, you had a lot to drink” ending your sentence with a small smile. That damn smile again.

“You’re so beautiful” he admires while sitting up, his face flushed from the alcohol and maybe something more. He eyed your lips with hazy eyes. “I really like you, as I think of you all day, it's hard to get stuff done. I really want to kiss you right now.”

“You’re drunk, get some rest and drink water” you insist.

“I’m serious!” he presses “you're so lovely” he sighs and falls back down onto the mattress.

“Scooch” you push him lightly so he moves over to the other side of the bed. “You won't feel like this in the morning, you're drunk.” you look into his eyes in the dim room, his dark brown irises looking almost black in the dark.

“I will,” he says before closing his eyes “I always will”. After a while, his breathing deepens and he's snoring lightly. He was saying that you were the one that was beautiful but look at him. His fluffed-up yet put-together hair, his bushy eyebrows, and the small, sparse freckles dotting his face, I mean come on. You fall asleep with your body turned towards him.

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Remus awakes with meowing in his face. He blinks his eyes open slowly, looking at the black cat staring back at him. It was a small thing, with big yellow eyes and a pudgy figure. For a moment he was incredibly confused, he didn’t have a cat. He looked around to find that he wasn’t in his flat and he had a raging headache. His head was pounding and the shrill meowing wasn't helping. He looked over to his left seeing you. You were so peaceful like this, hair a mess, face completely relaxed, and hand resting on his chest.

He put the pieces together, he was in your flat after Sirius’ party, God did he say anything weird? Being too tired to think about it, he looks to his side to find water and some paracetamol. Downing the water, he turns toward your cat. Sashimi, he thinks is the name. Sashimi is sitting at the end of the bed now waiting patiently for his breakfast. Remus would feed him if he knew where you kept the cat food, so he has to wake you up. He dreads it, he'd rather not take you out of your peaceful state, but it’s for your son, as you call him.

“Hey, your cats hungry” he shakes you awake softly. “I'd feed him but I don't know where the food is”

You mumble something incoherent into your pillow, rolling into it. He laughs. That stupid, gorgeous laugh. “Ugh ok, I’ll feed him,” you say, not putting in any effort to get up. He rubs your arm comforting, the paracetamol already taking its effect.

You fight off the sleep still in your system and sit up. “Ok I’m awake, stay here if you want” Finally sitting up and getting out of bed. You smooth your hair, trying to salvage your appearance in any way possible. He follows close behind, walking out into your kitchen/living room, actually getting a good look at your living space. Your fake plants, your photos with your friends, and even a photo of you two. The photo is slightly blurry with you on his lap laughing wildly at something he said, a quaint smile spreading across his face at your reaction. It’s cute. He remembers that night, the party you guys were at, the smell of your perfume, the glitter coating your eyelids, the heels you took off halfway through the night, everything about you he remembers, yet he can't, for the life of him, remember what he said to make you laugh that hard.

The sound of a can opening pulls him back to the moment. Your cat meows at your feet, incessant with his demands for his breakfast. “Here you go, sweet boy,” you say to Sashimi while plopping the wet food into his bowl. Crouching to pet the cat’s soft fur, you turn your head and smile at Remus. “You want to go out for breakfast? There's a diner right around the corner.”

You sit opposite each other, him still in his alcohol-smelling clothes from the night before and you in sweats and a tank top with a flannel thrown over. The coffee is burnt and the bacon is too salty, but you couldn't be more content, what can you really expect from a diner whose main consumers are people like you, fighting hangovers with greasy food and coffee. “How're your eggs?” you ask, still kind of groggy.

“Rubbery,” he says around a mouthful of said eggs. “How’re your waffles?”

“Eh, they're ok,” you say moving your cut-up waffles around the plate with your fork, mind occupied.

“Are you ok? Something on your mind, lovely?” he asks. Of course, he can tell when you're out of sorts. Stupid, smart, amazing boy.

“You said, uhm, you said something last night.” you say “I just-I’m just thinking about it” you give him a small smile.

Oh God, what did he say? Did he mess it all up before he could even make a move? The poor boy looked mortified. It all came back to him, shit. He really said that to you? Drunkenly no less?

“I’m-I’m so sorry, genuinely. I was drunk and wasn't thinking and I should've expressed myself in a better way! I'll make it up to you! We can forget I said it or-” he rambles on.

“Did you mean it? Do you still feel the same way?” you stare at him anxiously, waiting for an answer.

“Do I-what?” he stares dubiously “Of course I do! How could I not? I meant every word I swear.” he takes your hands in his. This is all happening in a corner booth of a run-down diner, by the way. How romantic.

“Can I kiss you now?” he says, sincerely. Remus Lupin wants to kiss you, what a dream.

“Mhm,” you nod leaning over the table already. He laughs, shaking his head, then winces as his headache is coming back. You chuckle a little, it’s endearing in some odd way. He meets you halfway, putting a hand on your cheek and rubbing small circles with his thumb. His lips meet yours softly, just barely brushing over yours before you take the notion to deepen it. He smiles into the kiss, grabbing your face with both hands now. You break away after a while, smiling and on the verge of giggling like a schoolgirl.

“I think I didn't do it right,” he says tucking hair behind your ear "Maybe I'm still a little bit drunk," a knowing smirk ghosted his mouth.

“Oh yeah?” you question him.

“Yeah,” he nods “Can I try again?” a kiss “and again?” another “and again?” one last for good measure.

[midnightsslut]

We will never really know what exactly went down between them but this comment: “makes me wonder if he used to do it but stopped at some point.” Is something I think holds true. I mean when they first broke up the response was I believe like differences in personality and like they out grew each other. Somewhere along the line I get the feeling that joe just didn’t have that same energy about Taylor that he once did. And I don’t mean love when I say energy. I just feel like literally his energy about fighting and making up just disappeared cause it was like too chaotic. Like joe just really seemed to like the quiet and easy life. And I genuinely think Taylor enjoyed that for a while and needed it. But like we see this in her albums and genre shifts where she is constantly changing. And I bet same-old-same-old or feeling of stagnation bothers her. And it almost seems like Joe just eventually got annoyed with her lack of contentment and just blamed her for it. Possibly making Taylor question herself and her past. And personally that’s why anti hero is kind of sad song for me. Cause it sounds very much like a person who is constantly having their their worst faults thrown at them. (From the public and by people in her personal life) But ultimately there is nothing wrong with Taylor for not enjoying the life that Joe wanted.

So i am really curious to hear this album. Like really curious. Cause it’s does feel like it’s everything she has been holding back. I don’t think it will be super bashy. But definitely explore the theme of “I love you but you don’t fit with me anymore.” Gives me the vibe of “if I can’t relate to you anymore then who am I related to?”

i say this a lot about joever, but i have to say it again: yes, but it’s also complicated djsjs.

ACHTUNG: THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS. EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE HAS AN IMPLICIT ‘IMO.’ I WILL NOT WRITE ONE OUT EACH TIME BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE TO BE REPETITIVE. THANK YOU.

like, yes. he definitely wanted a quieter life that ultimately did not align with her ambitions. her explanation for the lakes comes to mind (‘having someone to escape with/something you want to protect, […] and saying “I may not be able to go to the lakes right now or to go anywhere, but I’m going there in my head, and this escape plan is working. […] you just kept making art, but you didn’t subscribe to the things that were killing you’). she was deeply traumatized by fame (she has explicitly used this word before anyone clutches their pearls) when they met, and she thought that level of exposure for her work was nearing its expiration date anyway. the pandemic was kind of like 2017 2.0, except it was not a personal decision anymore. i do think that seeing her work get new levels of recognition while she was healing and no longer locked away by choice made her long for bigger things again. yes, it ended up hurting her, but she ultimately chose fame and decided she no longer regretted it.

relationships also aren’t supposed to be about two people immediately breaking up when they no longer want the same things. that’s where we see taylor closing herself off to make it work while he didn’t seem to reciprocate. once again, she was the one who had to make sacrifices and go through the logistical nightmare of hiding all the time. she is the one Doing Something, but her agency and desires are not taken into consideration. was that really something she chose to do, or did she feel that it was chosen for her because their relationship was the priority by default? idk. i could see her feeling out of control there for a while, which ties into a lot of things we’ve seen from her in the last two years.

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

Hey! No problem if you dont want to answer this given The Everything but i saw your tags on the objectum/otherkin/therian post and I was wondering if youd mind sharing like sort of what that means for you and like uhhh what your experience being objectum & otherkin has been like? It's not something I know a ton about but I find it interesting and idk I guess I'm just curious! No pressure ofcourse :)

oh absolutely sure! saying now that for myself, being neurodivergent and queer does heavily tie into both objectum and otherkin, but it’s not like that for everyone nor does one need to be in order to be objectum and/or otherkin!

tackling the otherkin first-off, to get really specific i am robotkin! (though i have been eyeing up conceptkin as of lately… but that’s a conversation for another time, i believe.) i personally relate to machinery a lot, on the bases of well. general disconnect from feeling Human (gestures towards the good ol’ autism and adhd combo lunch meal pack) also difficult to explain but most if not all machines are designed and built to carry out some form of Purpose or Function, which really strikes a certain link within me that i can’t quite put into words? but i hope makes sense in some way. to be honest robots are cool and i do would like to be one!

objectum. smiles so widely full of happy. i love discussing being objectum at any chance i get it’s so wonderful! want to clarify now that i’m also posic, which isn’t necessarily the same thing as being objectum, but those two have melded together so much for me that it’s hard for me to differentiate and distinguish the two in my experiences. now, i tend to love most objects and have some degree of attraction to them, but i find that the kind of objects i get really infatuated with are space machinery! primarily the hubble space telescope in particular. honorable mentions of various objects i love so so much are the seattle space needle, nintendo 3ds, record players, radio dishes… honestly the list goes on and on. objects are not safe from my love and care and warmth for them. important addition is that in my experience i tend to heavily fall and care for objects i own, like sweaters, tshirts, office supplies, etcetera, and i don’t entirely have a good guess on why? i assume it’s because i personally own it and by extension spend more time either using it or in its presence that i end up picking out details of the object that make me swoon for it.

i only found out what being objectum was last year from a server i’m in, but looking back at as much as i can hazily remember from the past that i’ve just… always been posic and objectum, simply never had a word for it until fairly recently. favorite stuffed animals as a kid that i had strong friendships with, comfort and familiarity and bonds with anything i came in touch with, really!

being objectum and otherkin are pretty integral pieces of my identity i think, especially since i’d say they influence just how i approach the world if that makes sense? particularly with being objectum because damn do i Love Those Things! i’m getting a little bit tired now so this is what of most i could get out into sentences, but i hope it helps with understanding! ^_^