#go outside get some sunshine ily!!!!

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Nuevillette significant other.

Imagine always carrying an umbrella with you no matter how sunny and cloudy it is although out the day. It was just a hobby you developed ever since you started dating the Chief Justice of Fontaine. After all, he could be unpredictable sometimes.

Imagine waiting a bit faraway within the city for your lover to get off at work. Currently playing with some otter on the water surface as they reminds you of a certain someone when you felt something on your shoulder only to be dropped by a rain drop on your head followed by another and another until it started getting heavy causing you to let out a sigh and stood up before opening your umbrella.

Imagine humming to yourself as you make your way to the court only to see a familiar figure standing in the middle of the rain as much as to you dismay. Approaching him, you wordlessly place half of the umbrella over his head as he then look down to face you. "It's alright, my love."

Imagine when things are not good for the two of you and were often needed a break for a very heated argument. Not even a day or two but it has been already raining none stop outside your house and just outside your house as if it was not annoying enough at the same time, it was quite funny to see.

Imagine, the thing about being with Nievillette is that whenever he was with you, it never rains. And even if it was raining, it never last for long. Just like now. As you warp one of your arms around his soaked figure as you kept the other firmly holding up the umbrella right above your head. As you kept telling him words of assurance, that it was okay, it was alright. It would be alright.

Imagine as the last rain drop fell from the sky, as you kept tapping him on his back as his face kept burried on your neck. You gently smile to yourself before setting down the umbrella as the rays of sunshine hits the two of you.

"My love." You felt him humm against your skin, refusing to pull away from the comfortable embrace. "My love we should get going, you're soaking wet. You need to get change before you get sick." "I ain't as weak as you think of me, darling." "Yes, yes. But that won't stop me from worrying. Come on, let's go."

Imagine as the two of you walk hand in hand in the streets of Fontaine as the two of you walked and talked on your way home with one of you obviously soaked wet from the rain and the other slightly damped for some obvious reasons. It only gives smile on their street as it was something they already knew about and they have not seen this for a while now.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: I haven't played genshin for a while now. But as a daddy collector, I refuse to let this man go. (Ily Kaeya)

#dark night hero #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin #neuvillette #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact imagines #neuvilette genshin #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette imagines #genshin fluff #neuvillette fluff

[eluxcastar]

Can you please Do Urd geales x reader.Forced Marriage. Thank you💕

Forced marriage

FEATURES: urd geales

CW: forced marriage (obviously), minor mostly implied yandere vibes, urd is loving this you are not, he also has kinda masochist vibes???, urd is written to be somewhat controlling, more like just controlling

WC: 900

NOTES: y'all are feeding my dark content thoughts and ily for that but side note this lowkey got me thinking of urd being the one forced into this marriage but I'm at least half sure you were probably talking about reader being forced into it and so I oblige.

this actually somewhat reminded me of motimatcha's yandere hcs for urd so there's probably some subconscious inspiration from that

but I would be SO upset if you asked for the reverse I just WOULDN'T know how to LIVE it would be HORRIBLE /s (save me)

you don't think you will ever get used to this idea, knowing that, in a post-apocalyptic world, you would be forced to marry the one who waltzed in to clean up the mess and declared himself to be the new 'King'.

yes, you suppose there are worse places to be alive, at least you hope something like that, that perhaps this person is one of the 'better' choices, even knowing you never had a choice to begin with. It used to keep you up at night having to live in a state being constantly protected from yourself, knowing you're far too daring to just let him have his way. As such, he would never be allowing you to have yours either, though the phrasing is always far more flowery, spoken in a tone like your scolding Father when he thinks you're being immature.

he's doing it for your safety, he wonders if someone could hurt you, he thinks you need some kind of supervision, before you were too young to be out alone. It angered you before and never stopped angering you. Somebody is always watching.

you don't even quite remember how you got into this predicament, being too young to understand what was happening beyond the world ending and trying not to starve, dehydrate or die all while being afraid the monsters outside the city would attack you--arguably simpler times. You wish you never came to understand, remaining an innocent child without a clue as to why you were suddenly so protected, why people started drifting away from you, why you were plucked from your life on occasion to go and spend time around a man you barely knew.

he never did bother to explain either, you just managed to overhear. The world felt so much darker that day, even in the warm Spring sunshine with the flowers all in bloom around you. The world has always been duller since you realised you're to be used as a sacrifice for his satisfaction and whatever else he wants from you as a part of your 'agreement' to marry him, whether you had no say at all or the say came from the lips of a clueless child, you probably wouldn't know.

you will spend your days bitter and spiteful toward this man, acting to make his life a living hell, wear a sour face in public and put him through a half hour long argument about why you can't just do as he asks of you for once, bicker and deny him any public sign of affection until you force him to grip your arm so hard again you feel small as you always used to in his presence.

the bruises it causes don't leave for days, but that's only a benefit to you as you can show them off all you like outside and just let people interpret the appearance of fingers so clearly marked into your skin.

but you can't do those things yet, because as of now you quietly make life for him awful in other ways with your incessant fussiness and minor complaints that you constantly try to blow out of proportion just to get a rise out of him. Truly, he doesn't much care for what you want, always so self-centred, but he's already put so much effort into this endeavour of grooming you to be the perfect little lover who follows his every command, and though that has failed, letting you out would provide you with too much satisfaction for his liking.

you have grown to be someone he doesn't think he can stand, let alone desire in any way. He just can't let you go, and even in your many bouts of rage has he found himself finally breaking all of that down to get the obedient person he wants from you who can behave, but even when you go as far as to spit on his waistcoat in your next act of defiance he finds a sick pleasure in seeing you rebel each and every time, knowing he's going to win in the end anyway.

watching you is like a toddler throwing a tantrum each and every time without fail, but he can't recall a time he was mad so much as caught off guard. Humans are funny in the way they try to deny the things they don't like, and he will have you even if he has to drag you down the aisle himself, just to see the look on your face as every attempt to free yourself is met with the same wall it always has been.

he never did understand why you continued, but seeing your sweet face contorted to anger as being at the alter finally cements everything and you realise your own helplessness on the verge of tears is a drug. He knows you're not supposed to glare at the person you're marrying on your wedding day, but he revels in the sight of you being broken by just a kiss as you finally start bawling your eyes out without any control over your emotions. You can do nothing as he finger wipes collects the tears from your cheeks that soak into his gloves never to be seen again, almost as if erased if not for you spilling more in their absence aided by how condescending the smile on his face seems as he lowers his voice to 'comfort' you.

"Don't cry love, this is a happy day."

#✦ — scenarios. #✦ — angst. #♡ — anon visit. #owari no seraph manga #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #urd #urd geales #urd x reader #urd geales x reader #owari no seraph x reader #seraph of the end x reader

[heeseongism]

Can you do a mutual appriciation post pls?

Love your works ! Slay bestie 💪🏻💜✨

Ooh okay !! Im rlly bad at writing sappy messages tho so bare with me 😭 also im going thru my following list as im writing so this isnt in any particular order <3 also ty @sluttyenha for re-sending this ily

@foxdaisy MY PRECIOUS DAISYYY 🥺 notice how i said my daisy? Thats bcs shes mine so all of u hoes better back off, daisy should srsly have the Guinness world record for most adorable person in the world bcs my god shes the cutest 🤧 always so so supportive of all her mutuals and never has anything bad to say abt anyone, shes rlly reminds me of this one mutual i used to have on my old acc and it just made me feel so at home on this new blog <33 daisy rlly just deserves the world, she's just that one friend that you can always count on to brighten up your day 💕 i always look forward to the asks that she sends me and ngl i feel my eyes watering sometimes by how adorable she is :( we’re always active at different time but whenever we do interact it makes me rlly appreciate and love her <3

@sunghoonalter raven, oh god where do i start. raven first and foremost is my bae so everyone back off bcs she is MINE MY PROPERTY 🔪 yes i have claimed both raven and daisy deal with it (i may claim some of my other mutuals so beware) shes also my no 1 angst writer even tho i hate reading it bcs it crushes my heart but I'll read it for her ✋😔 honestly raven deserves way more than shes getting on this hellsite BCS WHY TF ARE YALL SLEEPING ON HER DAMN GOD GIVEN WRITING SKILLS?!?!?!? WAKE UP AND APPRECIATE HER FFS shes the cutest girl in the world with her bambi eyes and might i say beautiful lips 😩 also her humor >>>>>>> it makes me love her even more than i alr do. We may disagree on some stuff (her being bambi and sunghoon having tiddies) but i still love her nonetheless ! I hope ive made her tumblr experience just a little bit better just like she did with mines ❤

@hee-pster - jan my fellow girl boss and lifeline is by far THE LOVELIEST person ive met on this site and im not even over exaggerating. She was the first person i properly interacted with and she immediately made me feel so comfortable on her and ilh for that 😭 she rlly deserves all the praise and love that she recieves bcs shes just such a kind, funny, and bubbly mutual who im proud to call my friend :( shes also hilarious and i love how we can both match each others energy, shes such a beautiful person and i just know shes beautiful on the outside too 😔 we wouldnt be able to handle a face reveal 💔 i rlly do love her, so much that words cant explain how much she means to me, I'll always try my best to be her supportive moot 💕 I hope she always remembers to take care of herself bcs life can be an ass sometimes <3

@jaylaxies aria aka the president of coochie clenching smuts AKA MY QUEEN 😩 WHY IS NOBODY ON THEIR KNEES BOWING TO HER FEET RN??? She is just so so hardworking and i rlly admire her for her perseverance despite all the obstacles she faces on her blog. Shes such a gorgeous person inside and out and shes still so humble even after gaining a massive follwoung which makes me love her sm more. Shes just one of the ppl who im extremely proud to call my friend bcs its not every day you meet someone as amazing aria, shes a rare gem fr 💕💕 I want to give her the world and to protect her from all the hate but sadly im merely a 19 yr old with multipe deficiencies and couldnt fight for my life without shattering my bones. However i hope that my love and affection can help her even if its in the tiniest way possible. Shes honestly one of the sweetest ppl ive met on here and i always look forward to her posts and when we interact :(

@end-hyphen MY LITTLE 5'2" GENIE IN THE BOTTLE 🧞‍♀️ ik alot of ppl say this but genie rlly is just like a big bundle of sunshine and she never fails to make my day whenever i see her in my notifications :( literally a free package of positivity like WHAT DID I DO IN MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE BEING BLESSED BY SUCH A WHOLESOME HUMAN BEING ??? We haven't been mutuals for very long but i rlly hope our friendship can last for a very very long time bcs tumblr would be so lifeless without her, the happiness would literally be drained out of my tumblr experience ngl 😭 im always looking forward to when we interact and just seeing her interactions with other ppl on my dash makes me so happy that theres still sm positivity despite all the hate anons ew,, genies rlly is just a beautiful person both inside and out and i wish her all the happy things in life!

@jaysbiceps amy or should i say my angel in disguise and by disguise i mean KINKY LEATHER CORSET,, i legit never wouldve expected someone as sweet and GORGEOUS as her could be this sexy but im loving it. Amy is probably the person i dm the most on here, and shes just the cutest most adorable mutual i could ever wish for. Shes so supportive and is always checking up on me which i appreciate vv much, whenever i say i love her i rlly do mean it. I love our talks whether its abt being horny or screaming abt random drama she never fails to make me laugh even if im having a rough day :( She deserves all the love and happiness in the world and i hope she doesnt have to deal with nasty anons anymore bcs or else i will personally go to their house and drain the happiness in them and then gift it to amy.

@shu-ramyeonz shu is... chaotic to say the least... BUT SHES MY CHAOTIC BAE (another one added to the list hehe fight me if u object) I love how she always acts so friendly with ppl even if its the first time they've interacted she acts as if they've know eachother forever nd have gone thru 5 divorces together 😔 I admire her sm for her confidence and positivty despite all the haters in her inbox who hve nothing better to do. also she looks exactly like a pinterest girl THE ENVY UGH 🤧 anyways i love her sm she's always hyping me up and complimenting me for no reason whatsoever which never fails to cheer me up 💕

@hwxnghyynjin BILLIE MY HANDSOME BOY, firstly can we just appreciate how god damn sexy he is bcs the fact that there isnt a billie visuals appreciation day where we all cry over how hot he is doesnt sit right with me 🤨 billie is a mutual of mine from my old acc so we go WAYYY BACK and i can't think of any other mutual i would rather have find this acc (well technically i told him but who cares) he is the cutest bean ever and his smile is so so so so precious it just lights me up inside hes so cute sjakhska :(( someone stop me im fangirling anyways billie is just the light of my life rlly and we dont interact much nowadays but i still feel so comfortable with him which is a huge thing for me. I just love him 😭

@lunarxsun luna is the cutest most adorable most precious person to exist istg words cant explain how hard working she is, i rlly hope one day she gains the recognition she deserves bcs her ocs are SO GOOD 😩 shes always so positive no matter what the haters say and i love that abt her. She's always coming into my ask box to give a little hello and i rlly appreciate it so so much, she's always thinking abt those around her and u can tell she genuinely loves her mutuals, shes such a good person and im manifesting with her that she meets her future husband at the COOL club ;)

@clelevanters tala is an angel that was sent down by god for being too horny and i will stand by that statement 😤 she rlly was blessed by god with those stunning visuals and stunning voice too?? Apparently she sings and im crying bcs i haven't heard her heavenly voice yet 😭 shes such a positive bundle of energy and i love when she randomly pops into my ask box simping over enha or the dark moon characters sjsjsksj tala also shares my pegging kink ugh could she get any better. Shes yet another one of my mutuals who i just wanna protect with all my might and also the fact that shes younger than most of us makes her so babie :( enhablrs babygirl me thinks

@polalvsjy MAE IS THE HUMAN PERSONIFICATION OF COTTAGECORE ISTG SHES SO SOFT AND CUTE except she listens to chase atlantic- shes one of the most beautiful person ive seen im not even joking. She gives off HUGE golden retriever vibes and its so adorable 😭 literally jakes soulmate in my opinion. She's also extremely talented LIKE FIRST SHES AN AMAZING WRITER AND THEN I FIND OUT SHE CAN SING LIKE AN ANGEL, DRAW LIKE PICASSO AND DANCE?!?!? God truly does have favorites 🤧 i always look forward to seeing her on my dash and in my inbox <33 i feel like it’d be rlly nice to just have a picnic with her and talk abt anything bcs shes so easy to speak with <3

@forjongseong NANA IS LITERALLY MY SOULMATE ATP HER MUSIC TASTE IS CHEFS KISS SHE ALSO LISTENS TO MAYE TOO SO LIKE 😍 once again a very very very talented mutual of mines,, her carmesi series OH MY GOD SHE MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THE SECRETARY!JAY AGENDA. We actually dont interact as much as it feels like we do bcs i just feel so comfortable with her and i love that abt her, i love how shes such a kind inviting person and also extremely pretty too might i say 👀 shes adorable and her love for jay is even more adorable skjndk i always look forward to seeing nana on my dash and i hope we can become even closer!!

@drunkjaked SAX IS ALSO MY SOULMATE STFU she introduced me to kehlani and i’ll always love her for that 💕 we also havent interacted much but it feels like shes a lifelong friend whenever we talk with eachother! Shes such a talented writer and im proud to be mutuals with such a sweet and funny person such as her. I hope that in the future we can become closer friends and i hope she takes care of herself <33

@donghoonie-3 AVERY MY LOVE istg describing how precious they are is impossible, i always love seeing them interact with other ppl on my dash, and HE ALSO SHARES MY LOVE FOR SUBBY HOON 🥹 the best sub!hoon blog on here imo. I dont have much to write bcs we dont interact much but i truly do love and care for them <33

@hee-pot @vivvys @robyncore @4hsng @thots4hee @softforqiankun @amourhee @svnoohe4rts @muffinminnie @criceofpain @blond4enha @sluttyenha @taekookstiddiemilk @nyanggk @valley-of-lies @2minbin @heetro @pandorasblogbcuzican @tfwheeseung @yunskies @jinfie-lvr ILY GUYS I RLLY DO BUT WE HAVENT INTERACTED ENOUGH FOR ME TO WRITE ANYTHING 😭 but i srsly do love u all equally and i hope we can interact more in the future mwah <33 also if i missed out any moots the same goes for you guys

#anon :3 #ask box ! 🖂 #only those who were active a few weeks ago know the hell i went thru when writing this up 😭

[ssreeder]

HI HI HI HIHIHIHHIHIHIHI!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO HI OMG ILY AIAIAIAIUAIQKKW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ just finished reading chapter 4 and omgggggggggggg!!????????

fist things first, im still CRAZY MAD at jet for likeeverything but i really really really want a jet redemption, cuz yk, the more the merrier so I'm LOVING his baby steps, he's trying but his brain can't really comprehend that not everything is black and white

oh and idk if this was something you were trying to do but i found a bit of parallelism better how sokka and zuko started to bond and how jet and sokka are kinda bonding (ex, talking in a tent while it's pouring outside, chopping the food and maybe the bath thing(?? i think that's a bit of a stretch but whatever) also, the thing with medics feeling bad for zuko, trying to help him,,, it's a recurring theme

idk but this last couple of chapter have remind me of the past, but somehow better (it's still shit tho)

I LOVE SUKI SHES SUCH A SUNSHINE!!!! SOKKA PLEASE OPEN UP I KNOW ITS HARD BUT DO IT FOR HER!!!!!!!!! DO IT FOR SUKI!!!!!!! (and how knows maybe it will help you too, how knows...)

ok what else?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IROH AND ZUKO REUNION!!!?!!!!!????!!!!!?????!!!???!!!!!!!???!!! you have no idea HOW MUCH I've been dreaming about this, god i just want zuko to feel some kind of comfort, even if it's just a little, i need him to cry, heal and rest ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

and about your writing STFUUPPP ITS AMAZING, YOU MAKE GREAT AMBIANCE AND THE MOMENT OF HIGH EMOTIONS OMGGGG???? i sometimes have to stop reading because of how overstimulated I am cuz I CAN FEEL THE EMOTIONS IN MY BONES (maybe that's has something to do with my autism but STILL!!!!)

sreeady ily, you are great, please don't kill anyone because that would make me actually hate liab and i don't want to hate it ☹️☹️☹️

ok so yeah I think that everything i wanted to say, ilyyy!!!!!!!!!! have a nice day bc you deserve it, you are amazing ❤️❤️

AHHHHHHHHHHH hiiii friend :):):)

Jets redemption arc is comparable to trying to teach an unwilling cat to do well… anything. It’s not going very well.

Actually yes!! You caught on! It feels similar because Sokka was in this exact position with Zuko & he handled everything… not so great. Being too pushy, asking too many forceful questions, being a bit overbearing - and now he is more understanding of Zuko and his struggle to find words to explain things or his inability to open up (because Sokka is going through ALLLLL that right now in similar situations) idk if it will lead to him and Jet bonding but you never know lol.

Yes!!! Reunions are starting next chapter it’s going to be a doozy!! I promise Zuko will get some much needed healing & Sokka will also get a chance to find a secure place to open up and start to deal with things.

Ummm people will die but it won’t be any of the gaang, if that makes you feel better haha <3!!

#sorrryyyyy but people will die #there’s going to be a battle #& it’s going to be wild and yeah #it’s hard to keep everyone alive lol #I love you and your wonderful ask!!! #I’m glad you enjoyed the chaoter #I hope you enjoy the next one even more :) #:D #garfieldsart #liab #itf #ask

[sunookkii]

hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

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[fcntasmas-archive]

also to play the prompt game, buddie + historical au (the period can be dealers choice. 💕)

combining this prompt with one from anon: Anonymous asked: Chris & Buck + arcade because turns out "historical", for the dealer, simply meant the 1980s! i hope you enjoy this mess anyway fadsklf ily <3

The thing about owning an arcade, Buck thinks, is that it’s often filled with asshole teenagers. Buck loves kids. Loves them. He can count on birthday parties pretty much every weekend, which is where most of his revenue comes from, and he’s always happy to accommodate the kiddos. He built this arcade from the ground-up, got it for dirt-cheap after the Atari video game burial of ’83, when the video game industry was predicted to fail and never recover from the E.T. game that was so bad, it’d made Buck cry a little. He bought it at a time when he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life, and it turned into the most successful local endeavor he could have ever thought up in Los Angeles, California, the epicenter for everything coming up tech. Which means, of course, being popular with the kids, but also being popular with asshole teenagers, and having to watch them like a hawk every time they traveled into the arcade in hoards, like they were just waiting for the opportunity to feel Bigger and Stronger than the younger kids, who usually came round after school to wait for their working parents to pick them up outside of the pick-up and drop-off area. Buck’s basically a glorified babysitter, on weekdays. Which he doesn’t totally mind. He meets some interesting kids. There’s Thomas, for example, who wears heavily-prescribed glasses and talks with a lisp but knows more about Star Wars than Buck knows, like, in general; there’s Henry, who owns a pet turtle and always walks in with a surprisingly heavy bag of coins every Tuesday and Thursday; and there’s Raul, who likes to hog Pacman like it’s nobody’s business and Buck has to bribe with a dollar every time to get him to give someone else a turn. But nobody comes close to the bond he’s formed with Christopher Diaz.

If Buck could only choose one thing to thank this place for, it would be Christopher Diaz. His aunt – or, great-aunt, like Christopher’s corrected him about a dozen times – drops him off every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school, then scurries to her evening shift next door at the 24-hour ER center. Buck and Christopher took to each other immediately – they both have an affinity for Mortal Kombat, and the kid’s pure sunshine, hands down. He’s always smiling and he’s always got a nice thing to say about his classmates or his teachers or his aunt – great-aunt – and he laughs at pretty much every single one of Buck’s jokes, which is so totally fair, since Buck is, objectively, hilarious.

(Shut up, Maddie.)

On the days there are asshole teenagers, however, Buck invites Christopher behind the counter and they’ll play a game of cards instead, or work on his homework together. He hasn’t seen them be mean to Chris just yet, and Buck still keeps an eye out for any bullying, but he’d rather not risk it with Chris. He can’t explain it – there’s just something about the kid that makes Buck’s protective instinct kick in, because he’s been coming here for nearly a year and it’s almost like – well, he’s Buck’s friend, weird as it is. Buck’s friends are of limited number and usually just as busy as him, and, sure, he doesn’t burden Christopher with all the weird adult stuff he has no business being burdened with, but they’re still friends, in a sense, and the kid’s aura is absolutely unmatched.

He’s a good kid, is what Buck’s getting at.

And if his dad is easy on the eyes, well.

Right, so Eddie Diaz picks Christopher up after his usual shifts at the fire station. He didn’t seem too happy to be doing so the first month or so, usually eyeing Buck with suspicion, but eventually he seemed to thaw and accept this weird dynamic between Buck and Chris, even going so far as referring to him as “Christopher’s Buck” once, which made him feel all stupidly proud.

Eddie Diaz looks like what Buck imagines someone who wanted to make the perfect man in a lab would at least use as a template. He’s thankful about choosing the low-lighting in this place every time he feels his cheeks warm when Eddie smiles at him, or thanks him for looking after Christopher, or says something like, “did you grow your hair out? I like it” or “Shaved? Bummer”.

It drives him crazy. Because not only is Eddie just – that– but he’s also got the coolest kid on the planet, and Buck is just some weirdo who owns an arcade that Eddie probably doesn’t think about outside of the maybe half-hour he hangs out with them after his shift, if he’s lucky. Sometimes Eddie’s so burnt out he’ll be in and out in less than a minute, offering Buck nothing more than a half-hearted smile and a goodbye.

And he thinks that’s all there is to it, all there usually is to it, just this stupid one-sided crush, until one Wednesday evening, after he’s finished helping Chris with his math homework, Eddie walks in, looking a little bit like a deer in the headlights, and Buck can’t help but furrow his brows in concern and ask him what’s wrong as soon as he’s withing hearing distance.

“Nothing,” Eddie replies, a little too quickly, and he seems to realize this. “I mean – I just—” he clears his throat, watching as Christopher gathers his things at a glacial pace. “We were just – I was, uh, talking to my coworker – my friend, really, we’ve been working together for a while now, and she – she was wondering—”

Buck feels his heart sink to his feet. “You’re not – trying to set me up with her, are you?”

Christopher sighs deeply beside him, but all Buck can focus on is the way Eddie’s face morphs into seven different expressions before settling into a mortified one. “No, no, I was just – she and her, uh, partner – they’re going to dinner this weekend, at – there’s this neighborhood, that, uh—” Eddie rubs at the back of his neck. “Okay, let me try this again.”

Christopher zips up his backpack. “Can I wait outside?” he asks Eddie, looking amused.

Eddie turns his gaze on him, and Buck thinks it’s a little – glare-y. “No, Christopher, you can wait by the door.”

Chris sighs dramatically. “Fine,” he reaches around Buck’s waist in a hug, one that Buck immediately returns. “Good luck with him.”

Before Buck can ask what that means, Christopher’s making his way over to the entrance, and Buck’s left with Eddie Diaz in all his attractive, impressive glory.

“I’m not – I would really appreciate it if you didn’t punch me in the face for asking this,” Eddie says, and Buck feels a little affronted.

“I would never—”

“Yeah,” Eddie snorts. “I know. I know, you would – you’re probably going to – even if—” Eddie sighs irritably and rubs at the bridge of his nose. “You are – infuriatingly kind, is what I’m getting at. And you – my kid loves you, and you have these fucking dimples—”

Buck’s eyebrows shoot upwards.

“—and I feel like if you were to punch anyone, it wouldn’t be for what I’m about to ask you, so—” he clears his throat. “Buck. My friend Hen and her girlfriend Karen asked if I wanted to join them for a date night on Saturday. The only catch is, of course, I, uh, don’t have a date.”

Buck blinks at Eddie, then realizes he’s waiting for a response.

“Oh,” Buck pauses. “That’s…a bummer?”

That sounded genuine, right? Eddie totally buys that Buck thinks it’s a bummer he’s not dating anyone?

Eddie’s chuckle is shaky. “Yeah,” he licks his lips, and Buck pretends he doesn’t follow the motion. “You’re – I was wondering if you would like to. Come with me.”

Buck takes a second. “In lieu of a date?”

Eddie blinks at him. “No,” he replies slowly. “As my date.”

Buck is silent. “That makes more sense.”

“Yes.”

“Than just – in lieu of one.”

“Definitely.”

“Because you’re – it’d be like, a double-date thing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Which you’re asking me on.”

“Correct.”

“And not…as a joke?”

“That’s—” Eddie frowns. “That would be incredibly cruel, why would anyone—”

“Yes,” Buck interrupts, before Eddie finds himself on a tangent. “I mean, yes, I would – that would be good. I would like that. I would – I do – own other clothes than, uh, jeans and my business t-shirt, so, that would be – I would enjoy that very much.”

Eddie’s lips have been turning upwards at the corners this entire time, until they’re set on a full smile. “Happy to see what you look like out of the outfit, then.”

Buck makes a sound that’s somewhere between an aborted laugh and the croak of someone taking their last breath.

“I’ll share the details with you on Friday, yeah?” Eddie asks, and Buck just nods and nods and nods, because he doesn’t think he has motor function over any part of his body anymore. “Okay,” he grins. “I’ll, uh – see you then, then.”

“In a while, crocodile,” Buck replies loudly, then realizes Eddie didn’t – it doesn’t work if he didn’t—

Eddie just laughs, face the same kind of bright Christopher’s contorts into when he’s filled with joy, and suddenly all Buck can think is, God, please, please, let me be so lucky.

Once Eddie and Christopher are out the door – Christopher waving goodbye happily from the exit – Buck can’t do anything but stare at the spot where the Diazes disappear for a good two or three minutes until a tiny Timothy’s walking up to the counter and says, “Mr. Buckley? Someone threw up on Tron again.”

Buck sighs.

“Yep.”

#answered #mellaithwen #amy tag #* #*911 #ok yes this IS 1600 words #but like. ok listen. listen. i love 80s arcade vibes #also the way people would used to just. leave their children around town like it's nbd #anyway #LOVE U AMY TY <333

[runanadwiddles]

hey... runa im gonna have to request. *cough* Hiyori Tomoe + NUmber 60 im going crazy over that my masssive hiyori brainrots <3. Thanks lol

Melly Mel Mel,, Christmas was over a few months ago,, but since ily I'll make exceptions <3 /p

60. Mistletoe kisses

Wordy county: 638

Putting away Christmas decorations wasn’t always the best thing to do, but perhaps there can be a few things that can make it fun. The air was still crispy cold, but inside your home was filled with the warmest of air. The snow outside still laid there, never touched, but somehow a snowman was standing there tall and proud. Perhaps it snowed once again or some winter magic happened.

Boxes and boxes were being moved around the inside of the home, things being put in and shut, waiting to be opened for the next upcoming year. You let out a tired sigh, moving one of the boxes to an unused space. “Hiyori can you help me lift the heavy boxes?” You called out for the pastel-green headed boy, clearly tired of doing the heavy work. Much to your demise, there was no answer.

You let out an annoyed sigh once again, calling out to him once more, “Hiyori, this isn’t funny you know…” You kept moving the smaller boxes to the open space, neatly stacking them up and together, but never too high. After another moment of silence you quickly stopped cleaning, completely annoyed now. “Hiyori, if I find you, you might want to protect that little face of yours,” you gave a warning tone, ready to give your beloved an earful.

Room after room, hallway after hallway, there was still no sign of Hiyori. However, there was still a room left to check, well, it’s sort of a room not really, the sun room, where all the plants in the house are taken to get some sun, the freshest of air in the whole house as well. The room itself is quite relaxing as well, scents of flowers always calmed your mind and was the perfect place to do work and study there.

You quickly made your way to the room, slamming the door open, however, no one was there. You let out a sigh, your hope now fading away. Where on earth could this ball of sunshine be? As you turned around to leave a hand pulled you back into a firm hug, arms wrapping around you lovingly. “Huh- Hiyori! Where have you been? Don’t you know that I’ve been calling for you for who knows how long now?” You turned your head to see the purple-eyed boy smiling without a care in the world.

Hiyori hummed a happy tune as you chewed him out, not caring at what you had to say. “Yes yes! I got it, whatever~! However there’s something more important than that,” Hiyori interrupted your venting tangent, his eyes shining with mischief. You stopped mid-venting before asking with a sarcastic tone, “Oh please tell me Hiyori.”

The boy happily smiled, not caring if your tone was the most sarcastic thing on this planet. He gently let go of the warm embrace as he turned you around, his eyes still holding that mischievous glint in them. You won’t lie, it was quite cold after he let go of you, but you had to stay focused. Soon enough, the boy pulled on your arm, bringing you closer, stealing a kiss from you. The kiss was playful yet loving, something that you couldn’t push away. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away in the first place, you simply melted on the spot with a kiss like that.

The moment the two of you pulled away, Hiyori gave the sweetest and warmest of smiles and pointed up to who knows where. Curious, you looked up to see the traditional matchmaker by chance, the mistletoe. You felt your face grow hot as you stared at the hanging plant, clearly embarrassed. Hiyori took notice of your change in attitude and quickly took advantage of it, “Let’s try again, but this time without the mistletoe~!”

#ensemble stars imagines #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #hiyori tomoe #hiyori tomoe x reader #enstars imagines

[stayevildarling]

Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Reader- Hold on

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mental health, mention of depression, mild mention of suicidal thoughts, mild mention of self harm, angst, fluff

Prompt: as each day becomes harder and the urge of hiding your true feelings and emotions from everyone grows stronger, you are reminded that you aren't alone and sometimes all it takes is someone to hold your hand as you hold on

A/N: I haven't written in a while, specifically haven't updated my mental health one shots on wattpad in a while so here we are.

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If someone asked you when everything had changed, days felt so long with each minute passing, feeling like pure torture however at the same time passing too quickly and feeling as if your life was just passing by you. You couldn't answer that question, not that one or all the other questions circling in your mind lately.

When did you let it get this bad? Why have things changed so drastically? Where did the girl with the brightest smile go? The one who would get so passionate about little things like autumn leaves falling as soon as the season finally changed, the first pumpkin spice latte of each year or feeling the first snowflake on your skin. Where did she go? and why was she replaced with this colder, sad version that you didn't recognise at times yourself.

Another question you asked yourself was how no one had noticed but at the same time you felt relief about this. It was always your safe space, hiding your true emotions from everyone around you. At least the ones you didn't mean for anyone to see. You didn't mind letting people in on happy emotions, smiling and laughing and sharing your happiness. However you always hid the negative once, sadness as you would never cry in front of anyone or show fear. You felt uncomfortable, not wanting to show weakness and at the same time wanting to keep the image of the picture perfect person intact, at least on the outside.

What you are unaware of however is that people did notice. Not anyone of course, most people just passed by you, mistaking the fake smiles for real ones, not noticing how you always avoided the question ''How are you'' with a quick ''I'm fine, how are you?'' before brushing it off and telling you about their own problems or lives. You prefered it that way, not having to be open that way. But people noticed, more specifically the two people closest to you. Despite trying to hide it and carrying on with your days, switching between shifts and university as you had been doing ever since moving into the academy with them, all while still showing kindness and helping out everyone around you.

Cordelia had noticed first, being able to tell that her little sunshine's smile was fading every day. She tried to convince herself for a while that you are okay and it was due to stress as she knew you would never say no to taking care of your girlfriends or helping them out in any way to relieve them of some stress, nothing ever too much and only wanting to put smiles on their faces. She believed that you were just a little stressed, however there was a specific afternoon she noticed that something was indeed off, causing for her perfect features to crease and the worry written into her face.

It was an ordinary sunday afternoon, and those were usually spent in peace and quiet to recharge for the upcoming week. The three of you had this little routine as often the witches were to return in the evening after being away for the weekend, while some others just liked some peace and quiet in their rooms. The three of you would usually spent time together, going on walks as much as Wilhemina's back and pains would allow, cooking or baking together or spending some cozy time on the sofa together, by the fireplace or playing a movie. Cordelia would sometimes read, while Wilhemina would do some knitting. On busy weekends you would do some work for university but always in their embrace, a warm arm wrapped around you or a set of tender brown eyes looking at you with pure adoration.

On this said afternoon however, you hid away as you prefered being on yourself, trying to drown yourself in uni assignments and distracting from the aching feeling in your heart. You felt horrible all day, the thoughts so loud keeping you from forming a sentence that made any sense. The aching in your heart feeling as if someone cut it over and over again. Every breath hurt your lungs, every step hurt your tired feet and you just couldn't do it that afternoon, pretend that everything was okay and fake smile.

So you hid away, in the safety of your shared bedroom, knowing Cordelia and Wilhemina are with each other and okay and trying to allow yourself that time and space for yourself, knowing you wouldn't be good company in this state anyway. Your girlfriend Cordelia however, had this strange feeling for days and barely seeing you that sunday only allowed for thoughts filled with worry to overtake her. Wilhemina, your other girlfriend usually was more quiet, always careful to read people's emotions or interpret them and rather keeping quiet and observing. Sometimes your blonde and redhead girlfriend couldn't be more different but at the same time they understood each other.

Despite sitting by the fireplace, Cordelia trying to focus on her reading about plants and Wilhemina knitting while the tv was playing in the background, the history channel that Wilhemina hated despite you both knowing she adores it. Wilhemina could quite literally hear Cordelia's thoughts as her face gave it away, worry written across it and her head filled with scenarios and explanations why you were so different lately and trying to find a reason for hiding away from them.

Wilhemina carefully scanned her lovers features, knowing that Cordelia's thoughts were clearly occupied by something. She often felt insecure, despite being with both of you for such a long time, yet life had bruised the woman in a way that made her question herself whenever she spoke up, despite being seen as fierce and strong on the outside. Only you and Cordelia got to see the real Wilhemina, the quiet and small woman, that often doubts herself and equally tries to hide her pain from the world, both mental but also physical pain due to her condition.

Over the span of dating the both of you, Mina learned that she can be open, that she won't be hurt or judged when being honest and so slowly, yet not fully she would let her walls down and let you and Cordelia in, step by step. ''What is it, love?'' she asked carefully, unsure whether she read the signs right and fearing that after all it could be nothing or that the blonde wouldn't let her in. Cordelia locked eyes with her partner, seeing the fear of rejection in them and at the same time hoping she will find compassion from the redhead and maybe also her noticing your change in behaviour.

''It's Y/N'' she starts, a little anxious as she doesn't want to add to Wilhemina's plate and worry her, still fearing she is reading the signs wrong. Her thoughts trail off a little and for a few seconds Wilhemina is quiet, her heartbeat instantly fastening at the mention of your name. Even though she wouldn't admit it, her heart had always shown that reaction towards you and Cordelia as she loved you both with all her being. However, this feeling was different as she could hear the fear in her partner's voice and as if the worry shifted from Cordelia onto Wilhemina, they now share the same worried expression.

''I have a feeling something might be wrong'' Cordelia starts explaining, her voice shaking a little matching the trembling of her hands. The redhead sitting beside her notices, abandoning what she was initially doing and putting both of her hands into Cordelia's. ''What have you noticed, darling?'' she asks gently, knowing that her girlfriend wouldn't just assume things, that Cordelia had this ability of always reading people and often knowing and being proven right with her assumptions. She knows how observing the supreme is and therefore expects Cordelia to have witnessed things she might have missed.

''Just she's not usually like this, hiding away from us and keeping to herself'' she starts, not wanting to share those other things she had noticed just yet, as she didn't want to alarm Wilhemina too much without knowing for sure. ''I'm sure she just needs some time to focus on her studying'' Wilhemina reassures after a few moments, trying to keep her lover calm. Part of the redhead wasn't sure, trusting Cordelia's instincts more than anything but at the same time wanting to keep herself calm and hoping indeed she was right and it was just you focussing on your studying.

It didn't take long for Wilhemina to notice as well however, despite your best efforts to hide. The three of you had a routine, one that found it's way into your relationship and stayed the same ever since. Every morning, the three of you would get up at the same time and while Cordelia was getting dressed, Wilhemina showering, you would prepare their food for the day and some breakfast. You would then sit together and spend mornings, reading newspaper to each other or just talking and being in each other's company. But you withdrew from them more and more each day. She would find their breakfast and lunches packed and ready in the kitchen, however not your adorable smile as you passed it to them.

The reason for your hiding away wasn't that you didn't want to be near or around them, you did so badly but at the same time you needed to protect them as you didn't want them to know or see and you knew if they took one proper look at you, you would falter. You couldn't stand Cordelia's searching and caring eyes or Wilhemina's worried ones. You had to keep your guard up and protect. However in the process of that you forgot things and in your constructions of lies and hiding, you seemed to forget that neither of your girlfriends are oblivious and that despite their busy schedules they would notice.

They watched silently for a while, finding you exhausted and asleep in your shared bed throughout the day which was highly unusual, alerting them that this explained the reason for not finding you in bed sometimes as the thoughts kept you from sleep in the darkness of the night. Cordelia noticed you often slipping past the kitchen, skipping meals and giving them some excuse, mostly blaming it on university. However, they couldn't watch for much longer as your sad expression when you thought no one was watching physically hurt them.

''We need to talk to her'' Cordelia sighed, not being able to stand the unknowing feeling any longer and wanting to help so badly to put that familiar smile back on your face. Wilhemina nodded in agreement, finding this aching in her heart whenever seeing her little one so exhausted and the feeling of you slipping through their grasp and at the same time scared of losing you. And so, they decided to talk to you tonight, wanting to help their little one more than anything.

They decided to have this conversation in the comforting embrace of each other, no other witches around as all the students either went home for the weekend or had plans outside of the academy. Cordelia decided to make some dinner, your favorite while Wilhemina set the table for you three. ''It should be done soon, would you mind fetching her for me?'' Cordelia asks gently, smiling a little nervously but trying to hide it for her girlfriend's sake. Wilhemina nods, being able to tell that the supreme was nervous about the conversation that was about to be held.

As the redhead makes her way towards your shared bedroom, she remembers barely having seen you today or much in general lately for that matter. Her heart skips a beat in excitement to see you, however there was also a tone of worry in there. Today was especially a struggle, deadlines creeping up on you, being in physical pain as you felt so exhausted, you couldn‘t even breathe. You were frustrated, with yourself, the universe and your head for keeping you occupied with constant thoughts and doubt. Wilhemina gently knocked and when she didn‘t hear a reply she entered.

She found her little one sitting by the desk, a computer opened and some papers scattered around the table. The little purple candle she had bought you a while ago, lit and some tea that Cordelia brought hours ago but you didn‘t even touch it. She found you with both of your arms on the table, trying to steady your head. But it felt so heavy that you must have dozed off for a few minutes, or hours. As she approched, she noticed your posture, your left sleeve that rolled up just the tiniest bit, however she saw the pain on them that the last few months had had on you. She swallows hard, ignoring this for now. „Little one?“ she asks gently.

You jump, not expecting anyone to enter and also not even realizing you fell asleep. You turn towards her, wrinkles underneath your eyes and trying to muster your best smile for her. „I‘m sorry, I didnt mean to scare you“ she apologizes. She approaches and puts her hand on your shoulder, rubbing little circles on it with her thumb. For a second all the longing you had felt for the two of them overtakes you and your heart flutters. „We made you some dinner little one, will you come down?“ she asks gently. You knew something was up, of course Mina was gentle and kind but Cordelia was usually the one sweet talking.

„But I have all of these assignments“ is what you really wanted to say but you didn‘t even have the energy to fight or explain. So you nod and stand up, follow your girlfriend downstairs. As you walk down the stairs, you are distracted by the smell of your favorite food, the sound of Wilhemina‘s cane hitting the floor and then a sudden wave of dizziness overtaking you. The room spins and so you stop for a second. The redhead notices, when she didn‘t hear the sound of the old wooden stairs anymore. She finds you with your eyes closed and holding onto the railing.

„Y/N?“ she asks, the anxiety present in her voice. „Sorry, I‘m coming“ you reassure, opening your eyes and thankfully the dizzy spell had passed. She let‘s you walk into the kitchen first, giving Cordelia a worried expression. „Hi my darling“ Cordelia greets you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and smiling genuinely.

Dinner mostly went okay, some small talk and Wilhemina and Cordelia talking about their days. You tried as hard as you could to keep up with the conversation and engaging, as well as forcing your food down and ignoring the nasty voice in your head telling you how you didn‘t deserve that very food on your plate, that Cordelia prepared with so much love.

„Darling, we meant to ask, are you alright?“ Cordelia starts before Wilhemina adds „University really seems to stress you out little one, do you need me to have words with your professors?“ she asks, somewhat jokingly in hope to make you smile but also meaning every bit of it. And there it was. Those two little questions, filled with concern, love and care, enough for you to finally falter, accepting your situation and seek for help as you couldn‘t do it on your own for much longer.

„I- I can‘t“ you stutter, your own words betraying you as your eyes avoided their worried gazes. You caught your head in your hands, not wanting for them to see but of course they did. Two sets of brown eyes meet, Cordelia‘s chin wobbling and the pain visible in Mina‘s eyes. All they can see is their little darling silently sobbing and in so much pain. Part of Cordelia instantly felt relief as she knew this would help because it meant they could take care of you now. Of course they both struggled so much seeing you like this, despite your best efforts in trying to shield them from the ugly truth.

„Oh my darling“ Cordelia‘s voice breaks, instantly abandoning the thought of her food and rushing over to you. She kneels down, so her sad brown eyes look at you, her warm safe hands make its way to your knees. Wilhemina looks at the two of you, knowing she can‘t exactly be of much help, especially when it comes to her mobility but as she sees Delia‘s reassuring eyes, she holds onto her cane tight and walks over, her strong hands are suddenly gentle as ever, as they reach for your shoulders, rubbing circles just as she did before dinner.

Both of your girlfriends just stay with you, holding you close and letting you cry it out. They know that right now is the wrong time to have this conversation. After a while, Cordelia decides to lift you up and scoop you into her arms, taking you upstairs into your shared bedroom. Wilhemina followed, ignoring the pain of Delia once again being able to do more. The two of them make sure you are comfortable in bed as you eventually fell asleep, the opening up tiring you even more but their embrace making you feel comfortable and safe at the same time.

„We should talk to her tomorrow, when she‘s had some rest“ Cordelia explains, after they both step outside for a moment, knowing you are now safe and fast asleep. The blonde can see that Wilhemina‘s thoughts are occupied with something else. „I - I think you should“ she finally replies. For a moment the blonde assumes it‘s due to the redheads doubts or anxiety, unaware yet it was due to what Wilhemina had noticed a few hours ago. „I saw something on her wrist“ the redhead finally admits. No more words are necessary, Cordelia simply nodding and pulling Wilhemina into her arms, before they join you in the bedroom again, holding you and keeping you safe in their arms for the rest of the night.

The next day, you woke up to a quiet academy. They made a plan, Wilhemina was gonna take care of the coven, make sure the arrival of the witches returning from their weekend was smooth, while Cordelia took you somewhere quiet, the greenhouse and gardens, where she could talk to you just the two of you. She woke you with some breakfast and juice, sat beside you and said it was alright when you barely touched it. She held your hand the entire time, while walking into the greenhouse.

„I have missed you in here“ she shily admits and slowly but surely you opened up a little. Asked about some of the plants you hadn‘t seen in there since you last been there. The two of you enjoy some nice, quiet alone time, strolling through the sunny gardens and eventually ending back in the greenhouse, where Cordelia made you both some tea.

„Sweetheart can I talk to you?“ she carefully asks. You knew what was coming so you snuggled into her lap and closed your eyes. It was a long conversation and especially at the beginning Cordelia had to get the truth out of you with careful and gentle questions. She finally understood now how the assignments and university made you feel overwhelmed and it took a toll on your mental health. She knew it was gonna be a tough one and a journey to get your smile back, but they knew now so they could make sure to walk that road with you, carry you if your feet got too tired and hold your hand.

When you and Delia had returned that afternoon, Wilhemina could see it in both of your faces. Relief and hope. And just like your blonde girlfriend had promised, they did take that road with you. There were many hard nights and days, where you would cry in their laps, hold onto them tight, while they wiped your tears. Days where you hid away and they tried everything to be there and be patient. Very good days were you made them so proud.

Even now, months after finally letting the walls down, youve had two sets of brown tender eyes giving you courage, always a set of strong arms and hands keeping you safe and guarding you when the pain made it impossible to look into the future. You are holding on for them and they are holding you in return, making this journey a lot easier and bareable.

#cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #cordelia goode x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #cordelia goode x wilhemina venable #cordelia goode imagine #wilhemina venable imagine #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson imagine #headcanon #mental health story #tw self harm #tw suicide #tw mental health #writing #wattpad #lgbtq

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hi! omg i luv ur blog 💘 can i request/suggest (kinda angsty but then fluffy) where r has trouble sleeping and a lot of nightmares/anxiety & mother!nat is there to comfort her? 🥺 like the whole team is super understanding and comforting but especially nat (bc we love mom nat around here!) anyways thanks so much ily bestie!

Hey Bestie! thank you so much for being patient and for supporting my blog! I know this has been in my inbox for so long but still! here it is. Sending my love to you <3 i have just realised that there is not a lot of comfort in here oops.

warning: this does include details of death and blood so keep that in mind if you read this <3

It’s Okay

You had always gotten nervous in public spaces 

Or at night when you couldn’t sleep

Or when you didn’t know all of the details of a plan 

Or when it was 3am and you were too scared to sleep

The point is you always seemed to have 100 thoughts plaguing your mind 

“Y/n sweetie I’m gonna need you to concentrate on my voice okay?” Wanda's voice waded through the watery noise in your head. You knew she was right and that logically there was no reason to be so upset, but you just couldn’t help it. It had all started after the group had decided to not tell you about the meal they had planned at this fancy restaurant that Tony wanted to try and of course this had sent you into a spiral and you were now very very aware of every possible outcome. “Come on kid, you’re alright, breathe slowly” Tony tried, or was it Steve maybe it was Bruce. When you got like this, voices sounded the same and nothing felt real. You couldn’t breathe and that was your main worry.

The team had gotten used to it and always reassured you that it was okay 

They didn’t mind and would always be there

And no matter how much you appreciated all of the support there was 1 person the team always knew to call

Natasha

Crash, thud, bang. The noise coming from outside the room had woken you from the sleep you had allowed your brain to indulge in for once. Whenever you did this though your mind would be over run with the horrors of life and death. 

Peeling the covers off of you, you slowly crept from out of the bed. Where was the rest of the team? Had they woken up? You hadn’t heard anyone else get up but in your hazy state of mind shrugged it off as them just being deep sleepers. Something you would later regret telling yourself. 

As your hand pulled the handle of your room down to open it you heard another noise. Laughter? Hesitating you looked around in the hope of finding a clock but as your eyes frantically moved in an effort of finding one the floor seemed to start to sway beneath your feet. Soon the darkness engulfed you.

For the second time that night your body jolted forward and you gasped for air, the dryness of your mouth hitting you like a punch to the gut. When was the last time you had a drink? Where did the laughter go? Why had you passed out? So many questions and yet it felt like you were trapped in an endless game of hide and go run with a twist, you didn’t know who you were running from and how much time you had before they found you. 

Before you could even begin to think logically again the loud twang of metal hitting the ground sounded from down the hall. Slowly stepping outside the room you had woken up in which you had realised wasn’t your own, you guessed you had been in Steve’s bedroom which was odd given that he wasn’t in there. Maybe he was out helping Bucky with his nightmares? 

Bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor of the tower you tried to navigate your way through the dark to wherever the team had gone. The sounds of machines whirring stopped you, the lights must be getting turned on. Sure enough, bright white light blinded you, spreading through the faster Pietro could run. Blinking away the pain and blind spots from your eyes you were met with big red letters painted on the floor.

 ‘The crowds will come and flood your world, yet you will remain empty and incomplete’ the red bleeding off into a winding path that would probably lead to whoever had wormed their way here. Even with this in mind the words seemed to swim through your mind; you had always felt empty even when your life was full but you never told anyone but Natasha and she would never tell anyone your secrets she had promised. She wasn’t like that. Repeating that phrase like a prayer that would save you, you followed the red wet paint. 

Red can signify many things: energy, passion, lust and the one you should have paid more attention to. Danger. 

Instead of being faced with some psycho who broke in all you were greeted with was the horrifying image of your family dead on the floor. Blood trickled out of anything it could noses, ears, mouths. Eyes open with a stare of pure terror. A scream tore its way though your throat. The familiar metallic substance flooding your senses. 

Knees crashing to the ground as you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Because when you have nothing, when all you have is gone, what can you do but cry yourself a river and let your soul float away on the memories of simpler times? 

You knew your knees would bruise from the mpact but you didn’t care. You didn’t deserve to go through this painlessly after what they had gone through in their last moments. 

A creak made itself heard above the sound of your cries, head slowly lifting to see what it was, damaging your throat further when you saw the lifeless bodies of the avengers sitting up and staring back at you. Salty tears streaming even quicker as you tried to scramble away. Slipping on nothing. Suddenly the lights shut off again. You didn’t move. You didn’t scream. You didn’t even breathe. 

“Wake up y/n”. What?

It had been Nat that woke you up from the nightmare

Even though the whole team had been aware of what was happening all they could do was watch in horror as your body writhed in fear

After making your way to Nat’s room where you knew you would spend the night

Unable to brave it alone

You finally found it in yourself to talk

“You were all dead” you croaked from the cocoon of blankets the redhead had wrapped you in. sitting down next to you and wrapping her arms around your body, you found yourself desperate for the comfort of her hugs. “We don’t have to talk about it right now, just know that I will never ever abandon you. How could I leave my little sunflower to fend for themselves? You give me a reason to be better and I will never leave you. Nor will anyone on this team for that matter” she spoke softly, as if cooing a terrified animal out of their hiding spot. You had and always will have a family as long as you have Natasha. She would make sure of it. And soon you drifted off into a peaceful slumber to the sound of her sweet hums. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don’t take my sunshine away”.

#The Avengers #AVENGERS ANGST #avengers imagine #avengers fluff #avengers x gender neutral reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x teen!reader #avengers x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha imagine #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff #wanda x teen!reader

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ keith with an s/o who is a literal ray of sunshine

rise with the moon, rise with the sun - headcanons

fluff, angst

(voltron legendary defender — romantic! keith kogane x reader)

while you rise with the moon, keith has always risen with the sun. your bright, shining personality catches his fire, temperamental heart which leads to a surprising dynamic

cw / none

a/n — i thought this was gonna be strictly fluff, but it ain’t a true keith akira kogane piece by yours truly if there ain’t angst in it woohoo !! anyway enjoy ily tell me what you think bc i appreciate the feedback :) have fun !!

contrary to popular belief, keith would actually get along super well with a sunshine s/o

i mean come on guys he hangs around with people who practically have sunshine pumping through their veins (example a: all of team voltron with an emphasis on hunk and coran)

so you shouldn't be surprised when he's very much used to the rambunctiousness and chaos surrounding the bright personalities

but like everyone on the team makes fun of keith anyway bc of the difference in dynamic and even just dating you bc they either thought he'd turn up alone or date someone that mirrored his personality (lance's idea lmao)

they're just jelly as you balance him out, and keith definitely gets the love he mf deserves when he's with you

and i mean it when i say that keith was so touch starved before he dated you

but as your relationship goes on you'll just be holding onto him in any shape or form and making sure to tell him you love him as you give him a sweet kiss

in front of the paladins he doesn't reciprocate your affection, with you leaning your head on his shoulder and holding his hand during meetings or just nuzzling into him while lounging around

but like in private, you can actually get him to cuddle with you and you lay your head on his chest as you play with his fingers and babble until you're lulled to sleep (and when keith wakes up he smiles because he sees you with a ghost of a smile as you subconsciously tighten your grip on his waist and he thinks about how he doesn't deserve you in the slightest)

sometimes he even pretends to not like it when you take a few of lance's face masks and self care products

but then he hears your laugh while he brushes a sticky purple goo on your cheeks (mainly bc he sticks his tongue out and furrows his eyebrows in concentration and you think it's just such a cute look) so he begrudgingly does one too even though you know he's particularly fond of the red face mask

don't tell anyone but you even got him to put on one of those thick fluffy headbands to keep his hair out of the way

okay but sometimes you get in a rush outside paladin work (you spend a lot of time tinkering with pidge, just keeping them company and making sure they actually get the breaks they deserve) so you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and a bright smile before pidge drags you away

you also like to leave little notes of positive affirmations in his room and when he goes off to train you stick them onto his bayard so he actually sees them, and he doesn't write back but is sure to give you a chaste kiss on the forehead and hug you a little tighter when he sees you after

but damn the shift in attitude surrounding his leave was like instantaneous once the doors closed like who were you gonna cling onto now? like heck yeah you're so supportive about him doing what he feels is right, but you're gonna miss him obviously

though before he left for the blades and got stuck in that stupid time abyss for two years he spent all of the night before just writing out little notes and affirmations of his own and placed them in this little jar that he stole from lance bc he already made his decision

keith was like this close to making some morale boosting videos but then he remembers the disaster that coran set him up with during paladin diaries so that was a no go

he leaves the jar of notes in your room, as well as his jacket bc it's the least he can offer when he leaves (you cry when you walk in after he leaves and you see it in your room and read the note in the pocket)

though they didn't see your breakdown and you're definitely still trying to keep up the positivity, the team definitely feels bad because they notice your eyes don't shine as bright, or when you turn around to act out the little quirks you do around keith and keith only but then you remember he isn't there

allura is convinced she saw coran's heart break when you turned around to whisper with a smile that there's the planet you'd be landing on but you're met with coran instead and your smile falters coran had to leave the room so he could cry for you

they try making you feel better by doing little activities in their downtime to keep your mind off it

and even gorgeous man coran helps out bc he cares and is concerned !! just dad things you feel me, he has you accompany him to get some local planet flowers and you place them around the castle as he sings the altean alphabet and just assures you everyone is here for you

but they don't know keith isn't doing well either

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't used to your constant affection and he craves it by now

one of the only good things in the time abyss besides meeting kosmo though, was befriending romelle

bc honestly dating you helped keith get used to being around romelle everyday for two years and she kinda reminded him of you (he spilled everything about your relationship when romelle caught him holding out his hand and retracting it bc he was so used to you grabbing it, then he just has this low-key burst of anger and kicks the dirt or something)

romelle ever the curious would ask more questions and he just couldn't help but talk about you

let's just say krolia was a wreck after keith fell asleep that night bc he's so far from one of the people who took care of him while she was gone and it hurts for him to be in pain (well guess what it hurts coran too okay)

y'all remember reuniting so vividly like yay cheers !! but also lotor is about to kill us !!

but omg okay so the castle is malfunctioning right and pidge forces you to get supplies and tools as if coran isn't right there but you do it anyway but bc you love pidge with your whole heart so you do it

your timing is actually so off though bc keith the mf contacts them in the control room and gets back to the paladins with romelle and krolia and kosmo miraculously as the castle starts up again without you in the room

you notice everything around you brighten, but just in case you've got the supplies in hand bc with pidge you can never be too careful

keith is already skimming the room for you and he's sad but coran is too busy giving him a lecture and pidge sees romelle and assumes some stuff

they really forgot they were in a war for a fat second for y'all that's true love

"you're alive?? y/n was so worried about you! now why is there an altean with you >:( did you replace them 😡 so help me king groggery the infirm 🔪🔪🔪 you have no idea how sad they've been? morale has been low since you left! 😤"

"get ready to hold me back guys !!!" - pidge, a 5'2 icon ready to throw fists against keith who went through a second puberty

you come back to a huge crowd and you don't really notice bc you're too busy balancing your supplies like "hey pidge where do you want this?" everyone is shook bc they forgot you weren't there bc pidge was honestly ready to go at it

and it's like this dramatic moment where they all move away from each other gradually and you see him

you fr widen your eyes, gape, and drop the supplies (pidge can fix them it's okay the love of your life is in front of you and god he looks hot)

also yk how sokka sees suki and does that thing where he's like "🥰 !!!!" that's how you are when you see him

"keith?!" and he just looks back at you with the softest smile (and he sees you wearing his jacket and you look like an angel bc no one else can pull of the look of his jacket other than him) and you can't help it you're already crying and you just run up and jump and tackle him in a hug

and it's like a full hug as in you tightly wrap your legs around his waist and steady yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck crying into his shoulder because he's really with you !!!

his balance falters because the impact was a little heavy but he softens up quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his chin bury into your shoulder bc he's missed this, he's missed you

he doesn't let any tears fall, because keith being soft in public? he can't take it but he hasn't seen you in two years so dammit he's getting that hug

but lance and coran are sniffling like??? the audacity for you to be this cute and happy omg sunshine and blink-182 are back in business :) then there's hunk who's sobbing and holding onto pidge who are wiping away their own tears

keith helps you get your feet back on the ground and places a kiss on your forehead and adjusts his your jacket before diverting your attention to the three unfamiliar figures in the room and lance scoots over to whisper in your ear explaining everything

"guys i was gone for a tick and you meet another altean and keith's mom without me?! and you got a dog!!!" - you, shaking keith's arm and eyes bright as ever before kneeling down to pet kosmo bc kosmo supremacy

okay anyway remember when i said he was prepared for the peppiness upon meeting romelle? what he wasn't prepared for was having you and romelle not only being best friends as well, but becoming attached to his hip with some optimistic shit (pidge, lance, and hunk do reenactments of keith, you, and romelle in that order it's the funniest thing ever but also mel swoons over your relationship too it's so embarrassing for keith but you just find it entertaining)

as well as stealing his dog (he just looks away with this smile whenever you sneak in some kosmo cuddles bc you don't want him to know but it's just so blatantly obvious)

but back to you and romelle, keith is pretty sure if you weren't dating him you'd be dating romelle; honestly though he's just glad his sunshines get along

also omg krolia also didn't expect you to be the way you were but she knew she liked you after she came back to earth and saw you blatantly punch james griffin in the nose with the sweetest smile for insulting the paladins

granted you screamed about it right after bc it hurt and your knuckles are bruised but krolia pulled you aside and cleaned your knuckles thanking you for taking care of keith

to which you respond he didn't need taking care of, just someone to lean on and you're glad to be that person even if y'all have opposing personalities

so even though you rise with the moon and he rises with the sun, you know what they say: opposites attract and your relationship with keith is the epitome of just that

#keith kogane imagine #keith kogane x reader #keith x reader #keith kogane #keith kogane vld #pidge vld #pidge x reader #pidge imagine #hunk garret vld #hunk x reader #romelle imagine #romelle x reader #shiro x reader #lance mcclain x reader #allura imagine #pidge gunderson #hunk garrett #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #princess allura #voltron coran #coran coran the gorgeous man #krolia vld #james griffin #daniza's fave characters are paying rent

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triptych

The Thief x Marcus Pike x F!Reader (22+)

chapter 7: strength (reversed)

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Summary: A thief, an artist, and the head of the Art Crimes program in the FBI all share a soul-bond. What could go wrong?

Series tags/warnings:  Sexual content, art crime, light angst, art history and criticism, soulmate-identifying marks, slow burn, f!reader, a reader who doesn’t always do the right thing.

A/N: LOL remember when I was like “we’re back!!” in November hahahahahahhahahahahah. HUGE thank you to @ezrasbirdie​ for her help breathing life back into this for me. ILY.

It felt like a half-remembered waltz, walking up to El Palacio. Though winter was well on its way to the District, Santiago was balmy and lightly breezy. The moment you’d walked from the car after arriving, the overcast clouds had parted, revealing blue skies and resplendent sunshine you couldn’t quite let yourself enjoy. You were on alert, in that hindbrain kind of way you couldn’t hope to calm. Instinct required no explanation, and that was your only reasoning behind bringing Marcus here.

Marcus was already chattering endlessly about the beautiful architecture, French in style though made with local stones brought from some of the quarries nearby. He’d clearly done his research on the location. You only hoped the distraction of the splendor would give you enough time to think of a plan. You were here, on Solas’s property. Now what?

You held your breath as you stepped into the wide foyer. Rather than watching Marcus’s reverent reactions to the sight, your eyes flitted around to every exit you’d memorized back in July, every route in and out that could have held the barest inch of a floral housecoat, a few locks of hair speeding out of view. There were no hints of him but the lingering scent of his cologne. Marcus murmured excitedly, wrapped up in the splendor as you’d been. The same two staff members from that summer approached you to take your bags, greeting you by name and disappearing as silently as they came. You took Marcus’s arm.

“How come you never told me how amazing this place was?” he asked, hitting you with a gut-sinking pang of guilt. To tell him of this place was to tell you of the man who owned it, and that was well outside the boundaries of the lie you’d promised to spin him.

“I’m an artist, I have to keep some air of mystery about me, don’t I?” you managed to say, a few seconds too late to sound anything but suspicious. Marcus didn’t mind, though, as he looked up and around. How eyes took things in as if there was a depleting scarcity to his eyesight. “We have several weeks, sunshine,” you reminded him.

“I know, it’s just… I don’t think I’ve… I think the last time I’ve… the last time I was somewhere this-this grand, I…” Your chest began to ache with the sudden surge of emotion through your soul-bond. You understood. The last time he’d been somewhere like this, it was just before meeting Solas.

How fitting.

Solas della Palazzo knew he was lucky. He built a career on perfecting his skills to the point that his peers called his success chance, instead of ability. There were times where he should have been caught, he should not have been able to get out alive, or in one piece. The truth of the matter was that everything he’d done had been by the seat of his pants, ill-calculated risk screaming statistics at his deaf ears. He would not listen to any other commands than take.

When he’d gotten the notification from the airport that his guests were en route to the grounds, something rooted in his chest, as brightly unhelpful as hope and as heavy as the embrace of another. He didn’t understand why his body reacted the way it had, but the sheer panic he’d been met with had spurred Solas underground, to the one room in the mansion he’d not yet shown you. You’d denied him the tour of the casillero, citing a fondness for secrets.

He supposed he should have suspected from that moment.

You and Marcus walked into the foyer with mismatched emotions: wonder and awe on the face of his most missed soulmate, and trepidation on the face of his newest. This was to be some consequence of some action he’d taken years and years ago, the very opposite of luck: inevitability. Solas knew when his number had been punched.

Yet, for all his quick thinking and creative escapes, he was faced with the inability to do anything at all.

He did not join the two of you for over a day, allowing you to share some quasi-honeymoon while he watched from the shadows of his security room. He watched Marcus wander the galleries of lesser-known stolen portraits, the ones facing the outside walls. He watched you attempt to open the room hiding his treasures, the western gallery with all his most favorite pieces. The doors remained locked. He’d even roped off parts of the gardens, preventing you from spilling his secrets too early.

He knew he was a coward. But more than that, he was nervous. He was nearly two decades older than he’d been when he first met Marcus, and he worried that the facade, when dropped, would leave much to be desired.

Instead of hiding that second day, he waited until Marcus had broken off to take a shower, and Solas cornered you in the statue garden.

You were in a pretty blue blouse and a pair of tuxedo-stripe trousers, all at once too casual and too formal for the place you walked. He emerged from behind a bush of bougainvilleas in a dark green ensemble meant to blend in with the lush garden. He pressed you against a stolen iron sculpture of a mermaid, taking your wrists and pulling them behind your back. “Why… are you here?” he breathed.

“It’s nice to see you too, mein Mond,” you breathed, struggling in his grip, which only tightened enough to pull a gasp from your lips. “Let me speak.”

“Why should I?” he asked, pushing you away and taking a few steps back to attempt to control his breathing. You turned and leaned against the statue, already familiar with it from your previous stay. “You have brought an agent of my downfall to my front door.”

“It’s not like that,” you said, shaking your head. “Marcus is a good man, you know that.”

“You’re wrong. He is a stranger in my life, and an enemy, especially in my home. I should kill you for this.”

“And I’d deserve it,” you insisted. It pulled Solas up short, sadness throbbing through your mark in the wake of your rushed words. “I’ve been toeing the line of betrayal, edging along the only thing I’ve ever feared because of who you are. Because of who we all are. I wouldn’t have brought us all together if it weren’t the right time.”

“Why is it the right time?” he frowned, those handsome features darkening some. He stayed behind the statue, keeping an obstacle between him and the windows back at the main house.

“It just is.”

He didn’t want to believe you, he didn’t want to hope against hope, didn’t want to think all those close calls and moments of stolen luck could possibly mean an end to his loneliness. “You have not betrayed us.”

“No,” you shook your head, tears in your eyes. It softened Solas’s resolve some, growing his fear in the same moment. “No, I have not. And I don’t believe Marcus will either.”

It took that assertion for the thief to sweep you into his arms, kissing you in the shadow of his stolen art and stealing your breath along with your heart. You clutched at his shoulders with a desperation you’d never felt before. The three of you were so close, so close to having everything, and despite your reassurances, Solas remained wary of the unwritten pages ahead.

Marcus hadn’t seen your rendezvous with Solas in the gardens, but what he had seen of the grounds made for a curious puzzle anyway. He spent hours of that first day dancing before the walls of art, drifting in time to a silent song as he gazed into the frames of art before him. There was something off about these walls. Most men this rich with such large portfolios of art hired a curator, or at least a consultant to arrange the pieces in their best layouts. Already, Marcus saw possibilities for the walls, though he tried to keep his daydreams at bay.

It was as effective as a glass pane against a hurricane.

When you caught up with him in the North gallery, he was frowning at what he could have sworn was a Cezanne he’d seen at work somewhere. “There you are,” you said, walking briskly to his side.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, immediately noticing your reddened eyes. You stood a bit shocked for a moment, having not expected such a quick assessment of your state.

“Just had a bit of a moment with my past in the statue gardens,” you said, feeling the full truth on the tip of your tongue. You swallowed it, and the weight instead settled around your heartstrings. Marcus didn’t say anything to call your bluff. He wasn’t known to prolong emotional upset. “I have something I want to show you.”

“One moment,” Marcus begged, pulling you in by your hand and kissing you so sweetly you could have melted to the marble floors beneath your feet in an instant. “Now we can go.”

As you led him down a corridor, windows on just one side, you held his hand. “Badges off, right?” you asked, glancing behind at him.

It had been agreed upon during the flight to Chile that this month’s vacation would act as Marcus’s trial run into civilian life. He knew you got up to less-than-legal things in your past and present life, nothing that would land you in prison, but several things that could land you in hot water if the right person ran their mouths to the wrong people. You wanted to share your life with him, you explained, and that would mean seeing the parts of yourself his job didn’t quite abide by.

You hoped it was enough of a blanket disclaimer to cover the millions in stolen art around the house.

“Badges off,” he agreed. “What, are you going to show me this guy’s bong collection?”

You laughed. “I’m serious, do you promise badges off for what I’m about to show you?”

“You’re making me nervous,” he said, halting your quick pace just in front of another door. You had your hand on the elaborate brass handle, polished to a high shine and reflecting the concave version of the tableau you’d created. “What’s going on?” he asked, reaching out for you again.

“Please, Marcus,” you whispered. “I need you to trust me.”

You’d never asked him for such a thing before. He knew at that moment that whatever lay beyond that door would change everything, and for that, he looked it up and down. It was made of dark stained oak, nondescript except for the gleaming handle you still held like a lifeline. His heart pounded as he made his decision.

He took your hand.

“I trust you. Badges all the way off.”

“I love you,” you whispered, kissing him before opening the door and tugging him inside.

At first, he was unsure of what he was looking at, peering around at a great many things he couldn’t make heads or tails of. “Is this where you hide the b…the bodies…” his joke fell to a whisper, and then to silence as he turned and came face to face with…

Green, twisting oak supporting joyful play.

Thorny, blooming roses hiding a lover.

Bright, shimmering peach fabric.

Cupids, teasing and omniscient, with Maenads beneath.

Diagonal motion, arrested in oils.

Outside, thunder clapped and a rare summer storm blew in. It had been threatening to do so all morning, yet chose this moment to emerge. He tried to turn to look at you, but his eyes caught on something else.

A calm, poetic piece depicting the night in its best form. Gaslamps illuminating an Arles cafe. Unsigned, but undeniably recognizable as—

“What?” Marcus whispered, his eyes carrying him left, left, to—

Lucifer chained and uncrowned, beautiful and wretched. His bat-like wings formed the holy vesica piscis around him, suiting a church alcove better than this fallen prince. But how did it—?

A man atop the Elbe Sandstone Mountains, facing away and staring into a sea of fog. Marcus could hardly breathe as he took in the sharp, natural silhouette. His hands shook as they came up to his face, holding in the soft noises he longed to make.

Yet the seascape stopped it all.

A ship, breaking on breaking waves, holding twelve frightened disciples and one faithful messiah. Marcus could practically feel the surge of wind against his face the same way he could when he’d seen it last, just out of high school. He remembered the way his young knees creaked from standing before it for so long, taking in the man vomiting at the button of the boat. He could nearly hear the voice of Christ, why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?

When he looked at you, you looked just as fearful as the disciples, and Marcus knew his confusion would be short-lived. His tears fell one by one, dashed across his knuckles and reabsorbed again. He remembered his ex-wife, leaving him for another because of the ink on her body. He remembered Teresa, who was never really his to lose. He remembered losing his father and needing to find his company in the familiar arms of heartbreak and loneliness, again and again and again.

But you weren’t leaving. You were standing there, sure as the jack pine on the canvas he could see out of the corner of his eye. You remained, you feared much, but for him, you stayed. “Marcus,” you whispered, lip trembling.

“I need you to… to explain.”

You led him to a couch facing in from the splendor at the walls. He looked nowhere from your eyes, as you began to tell him a story.

“There once was a little boy who grew up loving sunrises, and when he was old enough to hold things, he would draw them. He thought at first, he loved sunrises, and then the day grew longer and he thought he loved the sun. But as the sun set and the moon rose, he realized he loved the light. He loved to watch the light flickering through glass, through water and wine, and onto the table and his hands. He would watch the light sparkle through errant rainclouds and rainbows. He would draw those too until he was old enough to write about them.

“He was much better at loving those things than he was at drawing them, but he realized quickly that there were others who also loved the light. He devoured their art like a jealous dragon, ceaseless and hungry to learn everything there was to know about it, and all the masters who had captured what he loved most about life. He longed to capture it as well.

“As time went on, he became an apprentice in the field, got an education, a career, and a bit of money. He was good at what he did. Very, very good. Eventually his tastes grew broader, and he spent his time looking at beautiful people, beautiful things, gems and gold and silver, silk and velvet and the skin of a lover. He built himself a palace of light. But that palace was lonely, and he kept it in the dark. The things that caught the light he loved most, kept hidden.

“And then he met a man, in Florence. He met a man and walked through the Uffizi gallery with him, and he felt like he was looking at a sunrise again for the first time. He’d seen the glint of expensive rings, of crowns, of painted lips, and shimmering smiles. They all paled when he found a work of art in the man he couldn’t steal. Do you know what that little boy did?”

Marcus shook his head, but like another clap of thunder, a new voice joined you.

“He filled his palace with things that reminded him of the man.” Solas’s voice echoed through the room, his words punctuated with clicks of his steps, muffled over rugs and louder over marble. “He curated a collection so pure-of-taste, yet so unrefined, that only he could look upon. He was jealous, jealous as a dragon. He bitterly thought that if he could not have his love, then…” Solas came to a stop in front of the couch where you were sitting with Marcus. “Then the art his love loved most could not have him either.”

The room boomed in silence.

Marcus stood up shakily, hand going over his chest, where his mark ached with something. You felt the same, he was sure of it. When he looked into those Kahlo-black eyes, he felt the room around him sparkle and shift into something more. That light Marcus’s father had told him about, the one his mother never spoke of, it made the whole room light up, despite the darkness raging just outside.

“Who are you?” Marcus asked, finally.

You watched Solas bring his hands up to his shirt, unbuttoning the crisp linen and peeling back one side to reveal a vibrant, though still unsettled, triptych.

Marcus gasped, taking a step closer to see. Solas looked panicked for a moment, flicking his eyes to you before realizing Marcus’s hands were outstretched, ready to touch him. At the sign of hesitance from the man across him, Solas spoke. “You may.”

You could feel the moment Marcus pressed his fingers to his skin. Your heart pounded behind the radiant feeling coming from your soul-mark. The universe knew, the three of you were here. Together. Masks off, nothing but air between you.

Marcus looked confused, looking back at you with a question on his face.

“Three-way soulmates aren’t as uncommon as you think. When I found Solas here several months ago, it was by pure luck. I didn’t know he was mine, was ours.” You looked between the two of them as you spoke. “Please forgive me for keeping this from you both. I didn’t think there was any other way, to keep our marks intact and—”

You were suddenly wrapped in Marcus’s embrace, his hands in your hair and his arms securely trapping you against his chest. Through wide eyes, you saw Solas standing just as shocked as you. Marcus was shaking, you realized. No, not shaking, crying.

“I knew it. I felt it and I… I haven’t let myself hope. But I knew it was real. All of it. Meeting you, in Italy. And you in D.C., they felt the same. I couldn’t… the case, I couldn’t put it down. Something was drawing me closer to the two of you this whole time.” He pulled back, shaking his head in wonderment. “Solas?” He asked.

The thief in question blushed at the sound of his name on Marcus’s tongue. You’d never seen him so flustered in your time here. Perhaps when one holds a torch in the dark for long enough, any morning light would stun. Marcus was that sunshine. His sunrise.

“Yes,” Solas murmured, hands flexing at his sides. You knew him enough that he would not apologize for his jealous thievery, his love-hoarding. He would not make excuses for the treasures he’d stolen, nor would you want him to.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Marcus laughed through a watery smile. It made you laugh, helplessly.

Solas suggested you take lunch in the solarium. You remembered this place, hidden among the peaked mansard rooftops of El Palacio, all curving glass and white steel, glorious in the day and incredibly hushed and romantic at night.

You agreed with the sentiment. Being among Solas’s treasures would have strained and distracted conversation. 

As it was, Marcus looked dazed, almost like he was sleepwalking as you entered the solarium. The pretty sun catchers in the windows, all crystal baubles and pilfered glass art sculptures, filled the room with a brilliant incandescence, tickling your artist soul. Even through the overcast skies and pitter-patter of rain on the glass, it was brilliant. No wonder Solas favored this place.

As the sun set and the moon rose, he realized he loved the light.

The story you had told Marcus felt awkward, poetically specific in some places and overly vague in others. You wondered if any of it made sense. You’d pieced together Solas’s life here and there from what he’d told you over good food and wine, for just ten stolen days in the summer. Solas would most likely tell the both of you his truth in as plain language as he knew, now that the three of you were… well, some considered soulmeets to be reunions more than introductions.

Now, you agreed.

Solas loosened the scarf he’d wound around his neck, the warmth and slight humidity of the room allowing for ease in his normally-sharp wardrobe. It was after this easement that you could see the bold, immutable line of his soul-mark peeking from under his shirt. It was a bold, rich black, not a dull shadow but fathomless obsidian that caught your eye like a magpie’s caught the glint of treasure.

You supposed you were different from them, drawn to the void rather than the light. Maybe that’s why your soul called to them and vice versa. Maybe you’d spend the rest of your life pondering that very question. You couldn’t wait to find out.

Lunch was a simple affair of a chicken-and-corn soup with rustic wood fire-baked bread and a sweeter white wine from one of Solas’s own vineyards. The three of you stole glances at one another in shared disbelief that you were all here. 

Suddenly, Marcus was choking laughing on his wine. After a brief moment of panic, he wheezed, “This is why you asked for badges off.”

It made Solas go pale before joining in laughing as well. You realized there had been a few solid moments there where you’d all forgotten about the lawfulness and lawlessness that sat on either side of the table from you. You could only laugh, looking up at the rainbow roof, shaking your head at the ridiculousness.

“I’d say we should call a temporary truce for a while. No one here is going to be betraying anybody.” You were met with twin nods. Your word was as good as law. “I didn’t see my mother spurn her chance with her soulmate just to watch my own chance fade away.”

There was a heaviness to the conversation now. Marcus took your hand, understanding where you were coming from. Solas knew a little of your pain, had seen it in Dying Flame, which had been representative of that damned curling iron, the sizzle of skin and soul you’d been unprepared to endure as a child. Solas took your other hand, squeezing it once.

“I’ll agree to this truce,” he said, before looking over at Marcus, the man with all the cards.

He didn’t have a shred of hesitation in him as he grabbed Solas’s other hand. “Why would I waste my time finding you twice, if I’ve already lost you once before?”

And oh, was that a knife to the heart. “He was there. At the gallery.”

“In Florence?”

“In Washington.”

Marcus frowned, his lips falling open slightly as he took in that information. “I thought I felt you there.” His hand rubbed over his chest slightly. “Thought I was going crazy.”

“It wasn’t safe for me to reveal myself to you then,” Solas said, nodding. “Despite the smoke and mirrors, despite the sleight of hand and incomplete truth, this was how we were supposed to meet.” He nodded, met your eye. An apology was in his gaze, regret for his harsh interrogation of your intentions that morning in the gardens.

“When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won,” Marcus murmured to himself. (Macbeth)

“I would not wish any companion in the world but you,” Solas said, squeezing both your hands at once. (Tempest)

“Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people,” you concluded, raising your wine for a toast. (Henry VIII)

“We’re all such assholes,” Marcus laughed, clinking his glass with the others. The tension dissipated under the strength of your truce. Later, you would talk to him about the possibility of very seriously retiring from the FBI. You had plenty of time to think about the future, and what you wanted. 

“I’ve wanted a life of more than mystery and chasing shadows,” he said.

Or we could have this conversation right now. You wisely poured more wine.

“I want a life of love. Beauty and light and all the things you bring and value.” His eyes shone with tears in the glow of the room, and you were starstruck with the beauty he emanated while wishing openly for more.

“You want to retire, you said.”

Solas shifted slightly in surprise but didn’t speak yet. Marcus simply nodded, looking over at the thief. “This case… we’d been tracking you since March. It all felt so… wrong. And yet I couldn’t stop myself.”

“You almost made me at the gallery. Whatever plan you had to get me there worked,” Solas conceded, drinking his wine.

“The canvases had tracking devices in them. We were going to let you take them.”

“I know,” Solas said cryptically.

“How? I didn’t tell you any of that,” you laughed, attempting to call his bluff.

“You think I would be the greatest thief in the world if I didn’t know when I was being set up?” He said it so casually that it stirred something deep inside you, something that craved chaos and him. “Retire and I’ll tell you all my tricks, solacchiotto.”

“Little sun,” Marcus translated fondly. “She’s taken to calling me sunshine lately.” You blushed at the attention. “What’s she call you?”

Shyly, you admitted, “Mein Mond.”

“I call her stellina,” Solas said with a smile quirked beneath his mustache. “Three celestial bodies as one. Sun, moon, and stars alike.”

“I’m swooning,” you said dryly into your wine.

You gave them some space after lunch to get to know one another. You were certain Solas had decades of wooing to make up for. After a walk around the galleries (now unlocked), you came back to the solarium to hear another story being told. Solas’s voice drew you in.

“…and one day that boy met an artist with eyes as keen as his own, hands just as skilled, though this time in making rather than taking. Her heart was just as guarded as the man he loved before, which made her love that much sweeter.”

Weak-kneed, you leaned against the wall to hear more, but you were surprised to hear Marcus speak next.

“I’ve… never been a shiny thing people wanted to keep. I was always the one left behind.” There was no third-person deflection in his story the way you and Solas had told yours. “I’m glad we’re all here. We are broken people, especially me and her. Her love has never gone this deep and my love has never had a trust this strong. My loneliness knew hers, knew the walls there like my own. I loved her before I knew about her soulmark, but… I just had a feeling, you know?

“And that feeling was the same as when I’d met you, in Florence all those years ago. The feeling of burning, of new ink on my soul. While she was gone, down here, over the summer, I… I thought she would be done with me when she came back. Her mark looked different, fuller. I didn’t want to believe it, but…”

“She seems to figure things out much faster than the two of us,” Solas said warmly, which made your heart pound with affection and caused a lovesick smile to bloom on your lips. “Thank goodness for that.”

#marcus pike x reader #the thief x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #triptych #marcus pike x the thief x reader #marcus pike/reader #the thief/reader #unhingery #f!reader

[wowtobio]

Hi I was wondering if I could request kuroo, suga, Bokuto, and oikawa ( sorry if that’s to much I don’t know you character limit ) finding their s/o outside the gym asleep waiting for them to finish practice

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Kuroo, Suga, Bokuto, and Oikawa find their s/o asleep outside the gym˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

this is so so cute i could not resist 🥺 

genre: fluff

Kuroo

Kuroo probably informed you beforehand that practice was gonna run a little late due to nationals coming up, so he told you to go home without him. Though he could not resist your cute pout, he had to bid you farewell. 

So, it totally caught him off guard to see your sleeping form outside the gym doors, the sunrise casting a beautiful, glowing shade over your body that gave you an ethereal look. 

His initial reaction was to sigh, mumbling to himself of how pointless and dangerous it was to fall asleep, vulnerable to the world, let alone wait for him for who knows how long. 

However, deeeeeep down he was practically screeching to the brim at how cute you looked. This dude’s a huge dork you cannot tell me otherwise, he would lowkey squeal and fangirl over you man. 

Still, he would attempt to shake your shoulder slightly since Kenma took a beeline towards the station occupied by his games. 

Nope, did not wake you up. No biggie. Next thing you know you are hoisted up into Kuroo’s strong arms, carrying you bridal style. 

He has no shame carrying his princess around, as you snuggle up even closer to his warmth, Kuroo can’t help but have his signature sly smirk. Oooooh you will not hear the end of this once you wake up.

Sugawara

Is SUPER. DUPER. SWEEET ABOUT IT AAAAAA

When he finds you outside the gym, drool drippin down yah face, he had to well first off fend off loudmouths a.k.a Nishinoya and Tanaka and theeeeen he will admire your sleeping form. 

Crouches down to your level and kind of just stares at your serene sleeping face in a not so creepy way and his face turns slightly red. 

Of course he will wrap his black, volleyball jacket around you. Won’t even attempt to wake you up too. 

He’ll carefully and soundlessly perch you on his back, giving you a piggyback ride. And did I mention he’s super sweet about it? He will quietly shush any of his teammates who exit the gym super rowdy (cough hinata cough noya COUGHHH TANA-) 

Haha just imagine Suga carrying you on his back and his finger over his lips a gentle “ssh!” coming out awwh you luckyyy

Does not mind carrying you home, you need the rest! Of course he will let you rest up. Though, he does miss your after school bantering, having a nice conversation and just hearing your voice. 

He will gush when you make any slight movement or noise and snuggle even closer into his neck. 

“Haha, hope you’re having a nice nap there love”

Bokuto

He will be verrry frantic and most likely yell. A lot. Because it is Bokuto duh.

“AAAAH SHES?? SLEEPING? BUT SHE LOOKS SO CUTE?? AKAASHI LOOK WHAT DO I DOO?” 

“Bokuto-san, please shut up first.” 

Eventually he does quiet down, and he will just silently scream at your cute face. I’m surprised you’re not awake at this point. 

“SHE’S SO CUTE, GUYS LOOK AT MY CUTE GIRLFRIEND!” 

But when you stir slightly, Bokuto panics and for whatever reason throws himself onto you. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh with content, snuggling into his chest. 

He phews, and it takes every fiber in his being to not sit there and fall asleep right next to you. 

And by every fiber, I mean Akaashi reminding the third year that it is time to go home. So, unlike the two above he would shake you like there is no tomorrow, waking you up. 

Let’s just say you were ignoring Bokuto the whole way home, with his dramatic wailing of course. No fret, the next time you two were alone you were long over it. But that doesn’t stop his cuddles and kisses of course :)

Oikawa

He lowkey would not notice you sleeping. Would probably look around and rest his hand underneath his pretty face and just ponder aloud “hmm where could (y/n)-chan be..?” 

His questions are soon answered when Iwaizumi tosses a water bottle at Oikawa’s head

“She’s right at your feet crappy-kawa” 

“AH! (Y/N)-CHAN!” 

And there you were, in all your glory. Oikawa would immediately go by your side, and just gush of course. 

Definitely would take out his phone and snap a few pics that he may or may not make his home-screen later on hehe. 

I can see him like poking your cheek gently a few times and whispering his attempts to wake you up. If you don’t wake up he will either: 

a) Smile softly and be willing to carry you home, a super sweet moment between you and the pretty setter.

b) A tick mark will appear on his forehead and he will violently poke your cheek scolding you to wake up because it is time to go home! 

If (a) happens, then it’s all sunshines and rainbows. By the time he gets you to your place he earns himself a big bear hug and a super sweet kiss from a half asleep you. 

But if (b) happens, oh boy all hell would break loose. You along with Iwaizumi would spat out meaningless insults at him while chasing him around the outside part of the gym, the team snickers in the background. 

Eventually he is caught by Iwaizumi and uhh pray for him ;;;;;

It’s all good though, after you chill off you kiss each booboo Oikawa gets as he grumbles to himself.

-

a/n: school’s out for me! hope everyone’s healthy and happy. I’ve been thinking about it a lot as much as i love my followers I would love love to dm some and just yk talk hehe :) so don’t be afraid to hmu abt ANYTHING haha I watch hella anime and have other interests. I am not one to initiate tho so sorry ;;; anyways have a good one guys ily!

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[sophsun1]

Can you discuss some moments from each season which shows Brian's love for Justin? :)

Hey anon!

Oh boy, there's so many but I'm doing this off the top of my head and will most likely forget some and I don't want it to become an entire essay lmao. So bullet points

Season 1

He wasn't in love with him then but I like how understanding and kind he was to Justin after he took him home that first time. Even though he thought it was a one night stand he still tried to give him a night to remember and afterwards did let him down gently when he said he'd see him in his dreams.

When he secretly bought his artwork at the GLC

All the stuff with Justin's dad beating him up, he still let Justin stay the night at the loft. Refusing to let him stay with his homophobic father and the "That's not love that's hate" which was perfect. Never blaming Justin for any of it.

Taking on board Justin's advice about Gus when he was going to give up his rights

Bringing him back from NY getting him a room at Debbie's and a job at the diner even after he stole his credit card. He always made sure he had a safe place to stay even if it wasn't with him.

Wanting to fight Chris Hobbs when he pushed Justin and was homophobic to him outside Woody's

The protective arm around him after 1x17 and the small smile when Justin says he'll be okay as long as Brian's there to protect him.

The entire 1x18 conversation about following his dreams to be an artist and not his parents. Kissing him under that rain of glitter.

The green eyed monster in him for the King Of Babylon arc

The gorgeous hug and stroking his hair when he's moving to NY in 1x21

THE ENTIRETY OF THE PROM EPISODE IS A LOVE LETTER TO JUSTIN

Season 2

All the post bashing care he gave him - telling his mom he cared about him, watching over him in hospital, wearing the bloody scarf. Talking to a psychiatrist about how to help him. Helping him to feel safer when on his own with the walks along Liberty Avenue etc. Reliving the memories of prom/dancing with him

The pride episode refusing to let Chris Hobbs ruin his first pride and "I promise you won't forget this one"

Buying him the computer for his art

Coming home to you scene/I want you safe and I want you around for a long time

Never punishing him for cheating on him and not being honest about it in 2x08

Offering him money to help out because he knew Sapperstein was a creep

Paying for his college/Rage comic

Wanting to go to Vermont with him

Even after he knew about Ethan he gave him the option to leave him even though he was heartbroken

Season 3/4/5

Punching Michael/Telling him he hoped he would be happy without him/ Never throwing the cheating in his face

Still paying for his school/ Getting Michael to redo Rage so he'd have money

Hiring him for the poster

The entire bracelet scene I mean hearteyes much

The entire reunion in 3x08

The greatest reunification since Germany

Taking his advice over Stockwell becoming criminal boyfriends

All of 3x14 finale

His concern over the pink posse worrying about him

Even though he was so stupid trying to get Justin to leave him over the cancer arc

Telling him he missed him when he came back in 4x08/ fortune cookie scene

Encouraging him to go Hollywood

Hallucinating him on the Liberty Ride/Finishing the race because of him

Asking him to move in

Planning to visit him in LA

Moving in together in 5x02

MON AMOUR/ SUNSHINE HOW DID I EVER GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU

Telling Ted Justin was one of the two people who mean the most to him ever

Running into a burning building to save him/ THE FINAL ILY X2

Both the proposals/ Buying a home/ You look beautiful

Breaking his own stupid heart so Justin could be an artist in NY

IT'S ONLY TIME/KEEPING THE RINGS/THEIR FINAL EVER SCENE HOLDING HIM

#britin #soph asks #im so sorry #anon #if this isnt #what you asked for #but its what you got #asfdjkj #britin ily moments #queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #ive probably missed many #but this was from memory #their whole story #is a love letter

[tsumuki]

can i make a request?? u can choose between Kuroo and Bokuto u were really close when u were kids and both of u made a promise to marry each other when you grow up but he suddenly change when u grew up. like he doesnt even remember u and ignore and all u can do is watch him and love him from afar.

drifting apart from childhood lover

w/ kuroo tetsuro

genere/s: angst, fluff (??) i always write angsty stuff i’m sorry

a.n.// hey anon! i hope you like this and i hope your not experiencing this irl, ily bb

for as long as you remember, kuroo was always in your life. first play date ever, first birthday, heck maybe even your first steps. from a young age, you and kuroo were attached at the hip, until high school came.

-

as you were sorting out your things, putting things in their designated boxes, you notice a small, decorative box. your eyes widen as you take the box in your hands, opening it up to see the contents from your childhood.

you remember this box very vividly. as a child, you kept everything dear to you in this box. you laughed to yourself as you see old friendship bracelets, pictures, even some cash; young y/n coming in clutch. when you get to the bottom of the box, your heart swells with an emotion you can’t describe.

you take out the note and play ring your childhood best friend had gotten for you, deeming that you would be his wife when you got older. you smile as you reminisce on your memories with him.

kuroo had always been wild. as a child, you remember he was always the one knocking on your door asking you to come outside and “go on an adventure”

being neighbors with your best friend was a blessing and a curse. you remember as a kid, him crawling through the doggy door once so he could comfort you after your gold fish had died.

“y/n it’s okay! when we get married i’ll buy you 100 fish!” he says with pride as he holds your shoulders, watching the tears roll down your chubby cheeks. “p-promise?” you choke out, looking at the floor. he nods with enthusiasm as he takes your pinky in his, sealing your promise.

a fond smile rests on your face as memories flood through your head about you and kuroo’s childhood. you turn to the window to look at his window that directly faced yours. you walk over to the window, peering slightly into his room.

you remember those middle school nights, coming out through the window, meeting on the roof to talk during the ungodly hours of the night.

“y/nnn” kuroo whisper yells for the seventh time. “i know you’re awakeee” he says almost like a whine.

you groan as you make your way to the window, shivering when the cool air meets your skin. “okay what do you want” you say with lidded eyes, essentially still asleep. he grins at you with his stupid bed head. “good morning sunshine” he says with admiration at the sight of your bed head. “rooftop?” you nod as you maneuver your way over the railing, making your way to the roof.

as you both sit atop your roof, he takes your hand in his, resting his head on your shoulder. “when we grow up,” he starts, “i want our first night married to be spent exactly like this” he says, looking up at the stars above you. your heart swelled and cheeks burned at the idea; all you could do was nod and suppress the stupid smile on your face. “you’re so stupid” you say slightly nudging him.

you felt him slowly his head off your shoulder and you look at him in confusion. your mind goes blank he pushes hair away from your face, creating a smaller gap between you. his innocent lips meeting yours, closing the gap, as you kiss him back.

a night you’ll never forget, the night you shared your first kiss with the love of your life.

-

high school was when everything changed. kuroo had never been popular with the girls, it wasn’t a big deal he had you anyways.

as kuroo started doing volleyball, started getting taller, gaining muscle, he started to attract a bit more attention from the girls. them often giving you their love letters to pass on to him.

you felt a tinge in your chest every time he received another letter, feeling like you lost a little bit of him every time.

naturally, his ego grew. he got invited to parties, mixers, later on started having relationships with the girls who confessed and leaving them a week later. leaving you like a fish on a hook, waiting for him to do something. he acted as if you didn’t exist.

you confronted him about it, leaving you after all his promises when you guys were growing up.

“y/n are you kidding me? we were kids back then, you need to grow up.” he said as he walked away. and just like that you watched the kuroo you fell in love with walk out of your life, making his way to his girlfriend of the week.

you never told him, but you knew that you loved him, and for him to break every promise he built and made to you, it tore you apart.

you snap out of your thoughts when you see him walk into his room. forgetting you were still staring into his room, essentially, you jump away trying not to look suspicious. turning to continue packing and sealing boxes to load them into the truck.

finally, the last box is loaded into the truck. the sun was setting, making everything golden. you look at the sky, taking your last breath in this town. uttering a wordless goodbye. you shut your eyes and take in the reality.

you open your eyes and you see kuroo standing in front of his door. eyes wide at the sight of moving trucks in your driveway.

you two meet eyes, you send him a genuine smile, as if you were saying that you forgave him and thanking him for the years he spent with you. his heart drops at the realization, and his mind is flooded with regret and guilt, he really did still love you.

he stares at you as the golden light illuminates your face, time truly does stop for a second. before he can even move, you’re called to get into the truck. as you step into the truck, giving kuroo a final smile and wave, his heart aches at the reality.

you were the one leaving his life this time.

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 4

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Thank you as always to my best friend and Beta reader @acollectionofficsandshit​ for putting up with me and my ramblings ♥

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You'd never been more thankful that you kept a change of clothes in your car than you were after the race at Silverstone. You'd showered again, changing back into the sweaty tee and leggings. The clean emergency hoodie and jeans were a blessing, and casual enough for a night on the town.

Most of the crew had left, only a few poor souls pouring over race data or packing up essentials. James let you into the trailer yard this time without hesitation. "We really should just get you a key," He teases, "Sure would make my life easier."

Rolling your eyes, you give the tower of muscle a pitiful shove. He doesn't move an inch. "Thanks James. I'll ask Pierre to look into it."

A sudden wave of tiredness washes over you when you make it back to the trailer. You flip through the channels on the tiny television, settling on an analysis of the day’s race.

“And a brilliant drive from young Pierre Gasly, wasn’t it John?”

“I completely agree Martin. Gasly took advantage of every slip up by Mercedes and Red Bull and he has to be commended for that. Max made some rare mistakes and…”

You smile to yourself, their praise washing over you. Yawning, you curl up on Pierre's bed, the familiar smell of cedar lulling you into a light sleep in minutes.

**********

A gentle touch to your cheek wakes you some hours later. You crack your eyes open, greeted by a smile brighter than the stars in the night sky. You taste eternal sunshine on his lips when you kiss him, your soul sparking in response to his light.

"Good morning," He murmurs, thumb rubbing along your jaw. "Sleep well?"

You snuggle closer to him, eyes closing once more as you soak up the warmth. "Is it time to go out already?"

"It is. But we can stay here if you want to." He brushes a stray hair off your face. The gesture is so tender, if you didn’t know any better you’d never guess he could turn into the seasoned, take-no-shit racer you’d seen hours before. 

You shake your head. You couldn't let him miss out on celebrating his victory with his closest friends. Besides, you hadn't seen any of them for a span of time longer than a few minutes in months, and truth be told, you missed them all. 

Those boys had a knack for turning the simplest of outings into unforgettable adventures. You had been sworn to secrecy on numerous occasions after Pierre recounted drunken escapades that usually ended with Max sleeping somewhere preposterous, like a claw-footed bathtub in a fancy suite.

“Where are we going?” You ask sleepily. “Somewhere nearby?”

Pierre tugs you up until you’re sitting. He pulls you back against his chest, arms wrapping around you as he sets his chin on your shoulder. “Yeah. Maybe ten minutes away.”

You lean your full weight against him, admiring how perfectly your bodies slot together. “Can I leave my car here?”

“As long as you’re okay with it staying here until tomorrow, that’s fine.” He coaxes you to stand and presses a kiss to your temple as a reward. Your limbs are still heavy and uncooperative. Pierre winds an arm around your waist, supporting you and assuming the position of your rock as he always did.

"You don't sleep here," You state simply, looking at him for confirmation. He shakes his head.

"Wouldn't be enough room for two anyway." He gestures to the tiny twin sized bed and shrugs.

Your brow furrows. “Am I staying with you tonight?” You honestly had not considered it. The jet usually left early and you had assumed he would want to get as much rest as possible. But now that you had experienced waking up next to him, you realize how much you want his face to be the first thing you see when you open your eyes each morning.

“Of course you’re staying with me. I’m taking every second of your time that I can get.”

You bite your lip and lay your head on his shoulder. The idea of falling asleep in his arms was enough to shake any lingering sleepiness. “Okay.” Confident that you could hold yourself up, you step out of his grasp. “Ready.”

The few mechanics roaming about the grounds are enough to keep you cautious. You walk through the paddock a hair's breadth apart, although every nerve screams for you to touch him. Every time your arm grazes his, electricity ripples across your skin. All you want to do is hold his hand, but there’s enough prying eyes that you restrain the impulse.

You can tell he feels it too by the way his fingers curl and uncurl at his sides. And he's biting his cheek, you notice. A nervous habit of his and a clear indicator that he'd retreated inside his own head, likely contemplating if he'd truly deserved to win today or not.

Every few months his doubts crept in, the devil on his shoulder reminding him that Horner hadn't deemed him good enough to keep his seat at Red Bull after only a handful of races.

You'll never be as talented as them, is what you'd imagined it whispered. They're only here because they pity you. What makes you think you deserve a seat?

It couldn't be farther from the truth. Deep down, Pierre knew that. Driving in Formula 1 meant being under constant scrutiny from the public and sportscasters. Making an error meant debates about whether you were good enough and rumors about seat security.

There were no such errors today. You'd heard the commentary after the race; everyone was raving about his performance. Not one person had dared say he didn't deserve it.

Not wanting him to suffer alone, you subtly wrap your pinky finger around his. "You're okay," You say softly, his head whipping to you. "You deserved that trophy today. It was some of the best driving I've ever seen, everyone agrees. You deserve a trophy every time you get in that car. You'll always be my champion, even if the world tells you otherwise."

It takes a moment for it to sink in, but he nods and releases your pinkie. "You're my grounding rod," He says, lips curling in a knowing smile, and you can't hold back your laugh.

"Leave it to you to turn a romantic moment into a cheesy one." Instead of saying you're my rock like any normal person, he had to bring up the time you'd embarrassed yourself at the bar a year or so ago. He'd let you prattle on to poor Dan about building grounding rods of all things, and how you'd thought your professor's way of designing such a system was flawed. Pierre would never let you live that down, it seemed.

Max spots the two of you first, waving from where the boys had gathered outside Red Bull. “About time you showed up! We’ve been waiting for ten minutes!”

“She fell asleep,” Pierre says simply, his confidence back. “Takes her awhile to wake up.”

“Whatever, I’m just glad you’re here,” Daniel says, throwing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you tight to his side. You couldn’t help the broad smile creeping onto your face, twin to the aussie’s as you hug him back. 

“We missed you,” Charles says, falling into step beside you. “I never hear from you anymore!”

You grimace. It was true, while the three boys had texted you quite frequently the past few months, you had barely responded to them. You felt guilty about it, knowing they were taking time out of their packed schedules to catch up. But uni had been kicking your ass and the only one you’d found time for was Pierre. Looking back, you were glad he had been the exception.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” You say. “Lots of projects.”

“And that new internship,” Max points out. Your eyebrows flick up, gaze flicking to Pierre. You had been awarded an internship a month or so ago at a local engineering firm in London. It was only part time work, a few hours a week, but it was enough. The only one you had told was Pierre.

Pierre grins, the gesture a silent apology. “I may have spilled the beans.” 

You cut him a glare, the others laughing at your attempt at being intimidating. But you couldn’t turn away from him, not when he was looking at you with the same pride you had felt when he’d won earlier that day. 

“Uber’s here,” Charles announces, checking his phone.

“Where?” Daniel asks, and Charles indicates a black SUV parked at the curb. Daniel and Max exchange a look, shouting “Shotgun!” at the same time. Both boys break into a full sprint, feet pounding on the pavement. Daniel wins - barely, leaving Max and Charles to squeeze into the back seat.

Pierre follows you into the third row of seats, his hand immediately engulfing yours. Your stomach flips, glancing up to find a reassuring smile on his face. You could barely focus on what was said for the first half of the ride, hyperaware of the callouses rubbing your skin. The world around you erupts into color at the touch, completing the part of you that you’d never realized was missing. 

The remainder of the drive is filled with laughter, jokes, and plenty of selfies with the driver. It wasn’t every day one could brag about having four world class drivers in your car; you couldn’t blame the man for being excited.

By the time you arrive at the bar, your sides are already splitting with laughter. “First round is on you, Ricciardo,” Charles says, wagging a finger at him. “Punishment for bringing up the Abu Dhabi incident again!”

“Jokes on you, I was already planning on it!” He glances at you and winks. “Gotta congratulate the winner somehow, right?” Little did the Australian know, you had already congratulated Pierre a few hours ago, and you doubted that a few shots would outshine that performance. You hope the pink tinge that rises to your cheeks with the memory isn't obvious and you duck your head just in case.

A blast of air conditioning hits you as you all stumble into the bar. All eyes fell to you and the ragtag group of drivers when you entered, silence blanketing the patrons. The bartender slams a fist on the wooden bartop, rattling glasses and making you flinch.

“Been wonderin’ when you lot were gonna show your ugly mugs!”

Daniel, Max and Charles erupt into friendly laughter, shaking the man’s hand and making small talk. You look to Pierre for an explanation.

“Tradition,” He murmurs. The noise returned to a normal level around you, though you could feel the glances thrown your way. “We come here every year, but only if one of us wins at Silverstone. Been awhile since that happened.”

"Ah," You say, nodding dramatically. "Yes, very long time." Pierre grins, shaking his head.

"Who won this year?" The man - William, Pierre informs you- asks. He towered over you when you sat on the sticky bar stool, tall and lanky but well muscled and certainly not someone you would expect patrons to try disrespecting. He was already pouring five shots of a fine Irish Whiskey, waving Daniel off when he tried to start a tab. “My treat.”

Max claps a hand on Pierre's shoulder. "This one claimed the crown, for once!"

"Wey hey!" William says, passing out the shots. "Everyone else crash out or what?"

"You should watch the replay," You say, knocking Pierre's shoulder with your own. "It was amazing. The move he used to get past Max-" you bring your pinched fingers to your lips in a chef's kiss. "Gorgeous."

"Much to Max's despair," Charles adds, raising his shot. "To the underdog!"

You all echo the sentiment, the boys knocking back the strong alcohol with practiced ease. It didn't go down as smooth for you, burning your throat and making you wince.

Daniel laughs. "Not used to drinking with us anymore, huh?"

"Must have lost my edge," You say, the woody taste lingering in your mouth. "I'm sure it'll hit me hard in a half hour or so, too."

**********

Well, you weren't wrong about the alcohol hitting you like a punch to the gut. Two shots later and you were swaying like a sailor on his first excursion out to sea, Pierre's shoulder the only thing keeping you from toppling off the bar stool. 

Pierre's eyes were bright as the others poked fun at him, William joining in with a witty remark now and then. His laugh wrapped around you like a warm blanket, keeping you content and grounded.

"Hey Pierre," Daniel says at one point, "Don't look now but that table of girls has been obsessed with you all night."

Pierre, blitzed as he was, pays no attention to Dan's warning and turns around. A loopy grin was plastered on his face, turning back and shaking his head.

You may not have been able to think straight, but your stomach lurches. Instantly sobering slightly, you follow Dan's gaze to the indicated table to your left. Three beautiful women sat there, whispering behind their hands and clearly speaking about Pierre. One bit her lip and caught your eye, giggling. Her looks were universally attractive enough that she would be anyone’s type, Pierre included. The possessiveness in the gaze she raked over his body set your blood boiling. 

This… was not a scenario you wanted to play out. You didn't know if Pierre was ready to tell his friends about your relationship yet. You knew he wouldn't let any of those girls have the light of day, but he might let them fawn over him a little, just to protect your secret. And it would kill you, but you would have no choice but to let it happen.

"I'm good," Pierre says, sipping the beer he had been nursing all night.

"Come on mate," Max pushes, a wicked grin on his flushed face, "That blonde is so your type."

No she isn't.

You’re already staring up at Pierre when he turns to you. You have always worn your emotions on your sleeve for anyone to see, and it only got worse when mixed with alcohol. Pierre smiles softly, taking mercy on you. Slowly, he takes your hand and threads your fingers together before turning back to the boys.

"One of you can tell them I’m not interested. I already have my girl." 

Heart beating wildly, you scan your friends faces. They were all wide eyed and slack jawed, staring at your joined hands. Pierre gives your hand a gentle squeeze, reminding you to breathe. He read you like an open book, offering reassurance when you needed it most.

"It's about fucking time!" Daniel roars, breaking the tense silence. Your shoulders relax, grinning along with the others. Pierre beams at you, knocking your shoulder to say I told you so. 

"Does this mean I get a break from listening to you obsess over her every weekend?" Max asks, giving you a meaningful look. 

"Likely not," Pierre answers. "I'm still just as obsessed as before. Maybe more." Max pretends to gag, earning him a playful punch from Charles. God, it was so freeing for your relationship to be more open, even if it was just between your closest friends. 

"I'd just like to point out that I told you two this would happen years ago," Charles says matter of factly, pointing at Max and Dan. "Should've taken you up on that bet."

Your mouth hung open. "You were going to bet on us being a couple?"

"Oh come on," Max says, rolling his eyes. "We all knew it was coming eventually. We just didn't know when!"

Pink stains your cheeks, but Pierre laughs and leans in to kiss you. Remembering the girls behind you, you press a little closer to him. Under the guise of placing a kiss to his cheek, you meet the blonde's eyes and smile sweetly.

The woman preens, mouth twisting. Good. Pierre was yours, and now that he'd admitted it, you could let those girls know it. His hand slips to your thigh, squeezing hard. A clear warning that you were venturing into dangerous territory. You didn't care.

The alcohol in your veins makes you bold, and you want to drive your point home. They could look all they wanted, but he was coming home with you. You push the boundary farther and bite the soft skin of his neck just hard enough to leave a mark. Pierre's hiss finally makes you pull back and look up at him innocently.

"Get a room," Daniel teases with a wink. You smile at him, mumbling an insincere apology. Your point had been made. The arrogant smirk had been wiped from the woman’s face, replaced with a grimace. 

"I think it is time for us to get going," Pierre says, annoyance flashing across his face. Oh, you had stoked the fire and now you would have to face the consequences. 

"We're just getting started," Charles complains. Pierre slaps a few bills on the counter and gets up without responding. 

"Bye guys!" You call over your shoulder as Pierre drags you towards the door. They all wave back, Max's lower lip jutting out in a pout. Your eyes slid one more time to the blonde, who had her arms crossed over her chest. You give her a wicked, taunting grin and return her earlier wink.

Pierre halts so quickly that you run into him. “Why are we leaving?”

“You know why,” He growls, flagging down a cab. “You didn't like how she was looking at me, so you did something about it. You might not have noticed, but every man in that bar had their eyes on you. So I’m following your example and doing something about it.”

Your brow furrows. Pierre won’t meet your gaze, and your eyes fall to the purple mark on his neck. You didn’t like his tone; it bordered dangerously on anger. “Are you… Are you mad that I did that?”

Tears threaten to spill when he finally looks at you. God, you were a blubbering drunk.  When your lip wobbles, his anger fades and he sighs. “I’m not mad. I just… I didn’t think you’d want me flaunting our relationship yet. When you did this-” He gestures to his neck- “I could barely keep my hands off you. Not when I saw the guy walking up to you.”

You sniff, trying to conjure the image of the bar. “I didn’t notice anyone.”

“Yeah, cause I dragged you out here before he could say anything.” Pierre pulls his hood up and sighs. “Trying to catch a cab here is harder than overtaking Hamilton.”

You laugh harder than you should at the off-hand remark, following after him as he trudges down the sidewalk. “Why are you not drunk? I feel like you should be drunk. You won a race. They were feeding you shots one after another.”

“One of us had to be responsible and make sure we got home okay.” He smiles over his shoulder at you. “And I knew as soon as you had that first shot it would have to be me. Didn’t you notice me handing the shots to the other guys?”

“No,” You say, rubbing your eyes. “What about the boys? How are they gonna get home?” Pierre stops, forcing you to do the same. He tugs your hood up, makes sure his is secure enough to hide his face, and grabs your hand.

“I already told Seb to come round them up in an hour or so. They’ll be fine.”

You don’t respond, too busy trying to put one foot in front of the other and not fall on your face. It doesn’t help that your vision is a tad blurry. Finally you give up and whine, “How much further?”

“It’s right there,” He says, pointing at a towering glass building just across the street. “In five minutes, you can be tucked into a cozy, fluffy suite and you can rest all you want, my love.”

You hum at the words, warmth flooding your veins from more than the liquor. “I like that.”

“What, the building?” He asks, amused. He helps you cross the empty street, making sure you’re paying attention to where you’re going.

“Noooo, what you said,” You clarify, leaning on him as you try to navigate the handful of steps leading to the hotel.

He’s quiet until you reach the elevator. “My love,” He murmurs, and you grin up at him.

“Mon… mon coeur,” You manage to say, somehow pulling the French phrase out of the dregs of your memory. The words are slurred and you know that you absolutely botch the pronunciation, but the intent is clear. You may have lived in France since you were 18, but learning the language wasn’t a requirement when almost everyone knew english as well. But the two of you had spent many hours watching Pierre’s favorite french films over the years; some of it must have unintentionally rubbed off on you.

A disbelieving smile tugs at his lips. “How do you even know what that means?”

You shrug. “Just do.” The elevator doors open and you step out, Pierre following. You halt, not knowing which hall to take. You glance up at your companion for help, only to find him staring back at you. “What?”

He shakes his head and leads you down the corridor to his room. It's a spacious corner suite, with huge windows facing Silverstone that give him a perfect view of the track. You make for the window but Pierre’s hand on your wrist stops you.

“I don’t think so, it’s time for you to sleep.”

“But I just wanna see,” You protest weakly.

“Nice try. I know you. You’ll sit in front of that window for hours if I let you.”

You give in only because he was right. Cityscapes of any kind drew your attention like a moth to a flame. You pouted anyway, but let him take you to the bedroom. Gentle pressure on your shoulders had you sinking into the plush mattress, groaning at the luxurious softness. Pierre laughs as he helps you out of your shoes and jeans, leaving the hoodie.

Eyelids drooping, you climb under the covers Pierre had pulled back for you. He tucks you in and kisses your temple. You grab for him, tugging on his shirt until he stoops down and gives you a proper kiss. When he steps out of your grasp, you panic.

“Stay,” You mumble, fear bubbling in your chest. He had to stay, he couldn’t leave, not when you only had this one night left-

“I’m just taking off my shoes,” He assures you, his weight sliding in behind you to settle against your back. You sigh, moulding yourself to him as best you could. Being in his arms was somehow familiar, even if he’d never held you like this. It felt like home.

“Pierre?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Pillowy soft lips press to the nape of your neck. “I love you too, mon coeur.”

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