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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 16 days

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Since you've done a mini ask with winged Mc how do you think the M6 would react to a winged Mc that doesn't take proper care of their wings?

I.E Mc should be preening them weekly but only does it when they feel as uncomfortable as they look. Having ruffled, bent, and broken feathers

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a Winged MC

~ put a spin on this so I could apply it to the vesuvia weekly prompt, hope you enjoy it anon friend! ^.^ ~

-- to set the scene --

You like having wings. You really do, but sometimes you wouldn't mind forgetting about them for a bit. Just putting them away, where they can't catch on door frames or whip into people's faces or make you wince every time the sensitive feathers snag on something. Folding them out of sight and being able walk around without the stares is so nice, it becomes your new normal.

Until one day, the pain that's been slowly twisting knots into your shoulders and back becomes too much to bear, and you pull your wings out for the first time in months. They're crushed. Ruffled. Just looking at them is the stuff of nightmares.

Thankfully, your beloved seems to think they're the stuff of daydreams.

Julian

He'd known that something was wrong with your back - the only other person he knows with that many knots in their shoulders is himself - but he'd had no idea it was because of this

Why didn't you say anything? Did you think you'd be asking him for too much work?? Don't you know that taking care of you and seeing you depend on him makes him the happiest man alive???

Rummaging through his overstocked medicine cabinet, rambling between self deprecation for not noticing more and nerding out on winged human anatomy

Doesn't think to ask if it's okay to help until he's already seated behind you, reaching for your wings and realizes your closeness

Excellent at wing care once you tell him what he needs to know, his eyes and hands are trained for spotting physical issues and delicately treating them. He touches you like he's cherishing you

Can't stop daydreaming about how romantic it would be if you ever saved him like this, swooping through the air and snatching him from a burning pirate ship where he'd been held hostage ...

Asra

They'd been the one to teach you about how to manage your wings, and they'd been hinting at maybe taking care of them sooner, but they'd also done their best not to interfere

Approaching you quietly with a pained but sympathetic look on his face, bringing you the stuff you need and telling you however bad it is, you'll fix it together

Has the softest touch, running their warm hands over your shoulders and back as they work through your feathers, easing the pain both in your wings and through your muscles

The funny thing about his daydreaming tendencies (and goodness, does he love to spend time doing that -) is that when he's relaxed, he mumbles

Which is how you begin to hear all kinds of muttered whispers about how gloriously soft they are, how much they just want to hold you in their arms while you shroud them in your wings

All wrapped up in a tiny, feathery, world of your own, with nothing in your shared space but each other - MC, why are you blushing??

Nadia

Let it be known that this Countess is the queen of self-care and values it so highly that she sets aside a weekly budget for it

Which is why seeing your state is enough to horrify her

Your wings! Your glorious wings, they're in such poor shape, you must be in so much pain, her darling deserves so much better

She's dragging you to her private bath. She'll put you in a robe that lets your wings loose and set you up for an afternoon of recovery

Her perfectionist tendencies make for a thorough preening. She'll sit with you between her knees, carding through your wings feather by feather, straightening each one

And with the top quality products from her own personal stash, you slowly begin to glimmer in the sunlight through window

It captures your Countess's attention, making her linger over each feather and cover your wings in loving touches

She wants to see you glorious - she wants to cover you in fabrics and adornments so fine you look like you've stepped from a stained glass window, her own angel on earth

Muriel

He knows you have wings and he'd falsely assumed that the reason for never seeing them was because you didn't want to risk him crushing them with his big, clumsy hands and rough touch

(Note: his hands are not clumsy and his touch is actually quite delicate, he just needs help believing that he's not a danger to you)

Thankfully, the painful state of your wings when he sees them causes enough concern to override his anxiety

He'd be lying if he said you didn't remind him of a very tired, gorgeous bird who's been roughed up by a bad storm

Starts by silently bringing you everything you need, and then standing watchfully nearby until you invite him to help you

He's cared for wings before (though never ones this big, or attached to a human) and he doesn't need much help to get started. Feeling your feathers between his fingers is grounding

He keeps seeing visions of you at peace, the sunlight between the leaves dappling your wings as you walk through the trees, his own heart in the forest bringing beauty and wholeness into the world

Portia

Her first reaction (to someone who doesn't know her well) is anger

How could you do this to yourself? You have the most beautiful wings, they're such a big part of you, and you neglected them like this?? How dare you cause yourself this much pain -

All while she bustles around you, pulling out every product you could need and plenty of other comforting items, pulling up a stool behind you and rolling up her sleeves like it's her calling

She'll figure things out as she goes if she needs to, so don't even think about trying to tell her that you'll handle it yourself

With her background in Vesuvia's version of cosmetology, she understands quickly what you need to get done and already has the skill set to do so. Her hands are fast, thorough, and gentle

The longer she works with you, the more excited she gets. How often are you supposed to care for them? How high can you fly? How sensitive are they? Can she keep one of your feathers?

Soon she's telling you snippets from her favorite novels, about flying together through the sky, an angel and their lover

Lucio

He doesn't really notice how bad your wings are at first, because he's busy being briefly jealous. How come you get to have them and not him? He could totally be trusted with wings!

It's only as he pouts a little closer and gets a better look at the pained look on your face (and the frankly terrible state of your feathers) that he shifts from annoyance to concern

You're the best thing in his life, MC, why aren't you treating yourself like it? Why would you neglect such an awesome thing?

He gets your reasons, but he's also asking right away if he can help

(Because he loves you and he doesn't like seeing you in pain, but also because he really, really wants to touch them, please let him touch them they looks so cool and soft and ... safe?)

It's the safety that gets to him. When you nod and let him sit behind you, literally watching your back, showing immense trust and vulnerability by letting him hold your wings

He wants to know what it's like to hold onto that safety, the brief respite from violence, securely hidden behind your wings ...

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theintrovertbean · 2 months

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Contrary to popular belief, I think Nadia is quite an obsessive partner. Like, y'all realize that she's in love with MC, right? She won't be like "eww no" when the love of her life asks her for an extra hug in the morning. Yes, she's busy with her Countess duties and she has so much stuff to do. I'm not saying she'd neglect her duties because she definitely wouldn't do that.

BUT. You can't tell me that when they're apart, she doesn't spend every moment of her day thinking about MC. She's signing some silly little papers about shrimp prices while fantasizing about cuddling and kissing them for hours. Put her in a room with literally anyone and she's gonna gush about MC at the first opportunity.

Yes, she's very dutiful. She works her ass of to make Vesuvia a better place. But she's also baby girl and a romantic. If she could choose between working or making out with MC, she'd gladly spend her whole life kissing them.

Also Nadia is hella possessive. She has to have at least a hand on MC whenever it's possible. You belong to her, got it? Anything you do makes her melt.

All this woman wants is to hold and to be held, but life often gets in the way. Please, give her all your love and affection because she craves it.

Nadia spent her entire life dreaming of this love. The entire Lost in Prakra tale proves that, hello??? Don't ignore that.

#nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana nadia #the arcana #nadia the arcana #arcana nadia #nadia arcana #arcana #nadia x mc

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saintslewis · 6 months

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❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ summary: it’s Nads’ first day on the paddock at the Miami Grand Prix!

˖ ࣪⭑ warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, some seriously bad flirting, lots of name dropping

˖ ࣪⭑ wc: 6.7 k

˖ ࣪⭑ saint’s team radio: my babies, hi! i ain’t got no backstory, it’s just been tough to write lol. this chapter is my baby so i hope you all enjoy it 🥹. dedicating this to @httpsserene (twinnnnn) because she knows how much i back my man all the time lol. okay okay on with the story!

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renaissance:the series • previous chapter

The sounds of the F1 cars and the noisy commentators went through Nadia's ears quite noisily. Fixing the position of her headphones, she held her phone horizontally as she watched through her husband's various wins throughout the years.

Her Tuesday was busy, well busily spent watching over previous races and anything related to the sport that Lewis was in. Nadia was determined to get onto the Miami paddock and not fuck up her first public appearance by not knowing anything about F1 and as much as she wanted to research a little bit more on Lewis, she decided against it, solely wanting him to tell her everything.

Her suitcases sat nicely next to her couch, the same couch that would be in her storage unit by the time she gets back from the states. Knowing that the weather that side would be ridiculously hot, she made sure to pack good outfits, enough to be Miami-approved along with all her good wigs.

It has been almost a week since she met Lewis' friends at his - their home and to think that she would be travelling the world with them so soon was not something she thought would happen. The next day, she spent it ogling at her screen on things to do in Miami. The rest of the weekend was dedicated to maintenance; wigs, nails, lashes, waxing with the occasional facetime sessions with Lewis just sharing all types of jokes to distract her from the prep.

Her phone rang in the middle of her binging Brazil 2021, showing a call from Natalia. "Hello?" Nadia answered.

"Nads, hey. I know we're literally going to be together tomorrow on the plane but i just wanted to check in to see if you're doing okay and if you're ready for Miami?" The ever so hyper girl asked excitedly.

"I've got my stuff ready and I think I'm clued up on the sport enough." Nadia's voice was clear yet soft, balancing her phone on the coffee table. "But are you wag ready?" Natalia asked, earning one of Nadia's infamous side eyes.

"Girl, what?"

"Nads, please don't tell me you don't know what that means." Natalia stressed as she ruffled around to sit up straight.

"Then you won't like my next answer." She smiled, standing up to go to the kitchen. "Oh my days, one of the most famous wags right now and she doesn't even know what it is." Natalia laughed, continuing with her explanation.

"So basically, it's a wife or girlfriend of an athlete. All you're gonna do when we get there is maybe make some friends with the other wags and just be his biggest supporter, even if it means we throwing hands." The girl laughed even louder, their laughter bounced off the walls.

"Now you're speaking. I think I'll be good as long as I have someone to guide me through it, y'know?" Nadia said, fidgeting with whatever is in front of her which in this case, was a fork.

For the umpteenth time in the last 3 weeks, Nadia was nervous about everything changing so quickly. This was her first public appearance as 'Mrs Hamilton' and knowing that she will have to face so many eyes on her was something she couldn't bear to think of.

"Here's my ting, Nads. You're not just the wife of any driver there, you're lawfully linked with the literal face of that sport. That man is beyond famous and keeping up with his life as his friend group is so exciting yet so fast paced so if you need anything, you got us. Genuine chats." Natalia smiled, watching her friend fiddle with the fork.

"I just need to keep up and plus Lew said if it gets too much, I can always just come back and chill at home which is something I will definitely do." Nadia said, picking up her phone.

"Exactly babes! Anyways, I'll pick you up later then we head to the airport together?" She offered. Nadia just nodded before posing in the kitchen. They wished each other their goodbyes and Nadia immediately got to work, sorting out her outfits for the third time.

The drive to the airport felt so surreal, the tiny droplets of rain sped down the car window as the music blared through Nadia's headphones. A sleeping Natalia layed across her lap, barely moving unless there was a slight bump on the road.

Preparing herself to go on a plane for the first time in 12 years , she breathed in and out and went very deep in her thoughts. The slight breeze of the air conditioner in the car raised hairs on her arms, definitely regretting putting her emergency hoodie in one of her suitcases and not in her carry on.

She had just decided to run on autopilot for the rest of the trip, every single thought of hers gnawing at her causing a headache to form. The feeling of constantly having eyes on her was overwhelming, every time she wants to run an errand or or go on with her maintenance day, she would always be stopped for a picture or even worse, have a camera following her around. She now understood why celebrities would always have their headphones on in public.

Heathrow Airport appeared in her vision, her hand immediately landing on Natalia's arm and shook her a bit so that she could wake up and prepare herself.

"We here yet?" The woman said, rubbing her eye and blinking quite quickly. All Nadia could do was nod and slightly smile at her friend who immediately felt Nadia's vibe. "Okay Nads, I don't know what your thoughts are chatting about but think about it like this: a cute little trip with new friends and experiencing new shit while looking good at the same time. I can feel your overthinking from here." Natalia said, cuddling into her friend.

"You know, you say some cute shit then you violate me after. Is this your thing?" Nadia chuckled as the driver drove towards the main entrance of the airport.

"Y'should hear the shit I say to Miles."

The process of getting checked in went incredibly smoothly, considering the girls met Tia when rolling their suitcases. It was all relatively easy as they were flying private, the jet waiting patiently for its passengers. The short drive in a different SUV to the jet had Nadia's stomach flutter as she took everything in. Stepping out the car to a very gloomy night sky, the crème white jet stood in all its glory and Nadia battled herself to not take pictures but she couldn't help it.

Nearing towards the steps with her carry-on, the flight attendants smiled with champagne flutes in their hands. "Welcome Miss Tia, Miss Natalia and Mrs Hamilton. I do hope you have a wonderful flight to Miami." One of the woman had greeted with a blinding smile.

Accepting the champagne although utterly creeped out, Nadia greeted everyone back and made her way into one of the most beautiful private jets she'd set her eyes on. Hermés blankets were placed on top of the seats, charcuterie boards were set and the night lights were on, referencing the stars in the night sky. Seeing how relaxed Tia and Natalia were, she took a deep breath and took a window seat.

Next to her were different types of chocolates and sweets, water bottles, sodas, spritzers along with champagne sat aesthetically all around her. Settling across from her, Tia whipped out her iPad and immediately got to work, hoping to talk to Nadia while she was still awake.

The two spoke on many different topics pertaining the marriage and Nadia's new found fame. "To summarise before we dive deep. I already opened up an Amex bank account for you because the money you'll make throughout all this is insane. You've got a lot of people to meet on Friday but I'll take you through everything on Thursday."

Nadia just listened to everything. "So while Lewis has a photoshoot tomorrow, we'll meet with your new team which by the way, have already prepared outfits for you for the coming weekends because i know you brought your own this week. Just remember, don't be too hard on yourself. I know it's a lot but you two can get through it. Oh, and you can finally open up your social media profiles." Tia smiled, closing the iPad with its cover and handing her a black card, mouthing that it already has money on it.

"Now we can sit back and relax for the rest of this 8 hour flight." Natalia said, eye mask already covering her eyes with a blanket enveloping her. The plane had already taken off during Tia speaking so she didn't have much to be nervous about in the moment.

MIAMI

Stepping off the jet steps, 4 bodyguards stood as Nadia's sight immediately went to the three large escalades, reminding her of how a president would be transported. Greeting everyone a very tired good morning, she spotted Lewis climbing out one of the cars along with Miles. A smile appeared on her face as she saw them, the nerves being pushed away at the sight of people she recognised.

"How was your flight, bruv? Got some coffee to wake you up." Lewis said with a smile, putting her suitcases in the car, his sweater sleeves lifted and showed his tattooed arms flexing as he lifted them.

She knew it was too early into the friendship to be having such thoughts but she couldn't help but feel some way about him as she watched him and he glowed in the morning sun, laughing at a joke Miles had said. Not to mention how her heart fluttered knowing he got her coffee although he himself doesn't like the hot drink.

"Nads?" He called to her, seeing her in a dazed state but quickly snap back to it. "It was great, Tia distracted me from the flight takin' off so that's a plus. Had one too many croissants and before I forget, I got us something that I hope you'll like." She said, climbing into the open car door and put her tote bag next to her.

On the way to the hotel, the two played some Raye while making jokes and talking about the rest of the weekend, assuring Nadia that if she wasn't comfortable going to all these events that she could stay back at the hotel. All she knew was that she was definitely going to watch him play some basketball the next day.

"And the pants are pink? Like your trousers are hot pink?" She asked the man as they drove through Miami, oblivious to the copious amounts of billboards with his face on it be it about Formula 1 or IWC, the watch brand that he was ambassador for. "And I was told to show you my outfits for the whole weekend for your first well, second public appearance." He said, sitting comfortably on his seat, playing around with his phone but not using it.

"That's very kind of whoever told you that. Before I regret my gift, do you wear grills? Or tooth jewellery in general?" Nads asked, unconsciously holding onto her tote bag.

"Are you about to say what i think you're about to say?" Lewis asked, turning his whole body towards her. "Do you know how hard it was having to describe your teeth to the person who made them? Anyways, I thought we could wear the grills the same day as like a statement, y'know?" She said, taking out two cases with the same branding.

"That's a great idea, I truly love it and these grills, man. Might build a mini collection." Lewis sounded impressed, bringing the jewellery closer to really look at it then looked at Nadia with a feeling that he was struggling to decipher but he get genuine appreciation towards her.

"Thank you pookie bear for these, i'll cherish it forever." He smiled, his eye wrinkles prominent.

"Oh my days, you said it." She covered her mouth with both hands, the ring shining as the rays of the morning sun hit it.

"What? Pookie bear?"

"Yeah, you barely say it! Oh my days, say it again so i can record it." Nadia said, bringing her phone out, making Lewis laugh so hard as they drove to the hotel.

Thursday afternoon could not come fast enough with Nadia standing in the large hotel bathroom, scratching her bald cap as she stared at the two wigs in front of her. The one was a light pink, wanting to support Lewis in pink and the other was black, very neutral but was quite long.

Her outfit was laid out on the bed, consisting of a denim mini skirt with pink low cut nikes, her reflective diesel bag that she received the night before and a dark gray tee with Baby Lewis on it. For Nadia, this outfit was quite simple as she liked to branch her style out, no matter how bold it might be.

The memories of the night before started to flow through, smiling by herself. When the crew had come back from dinner in the ever so luxurious hotel restaurant, she came back to all types of gifts on her bed, a note from Lewis reading 'for your first grand prix' with a heart next to it.

New Van Cleef and Arpels bracelets as she jokingly requested, the Diesel bag she would be sporting at the IWC event, two Dior saddles bags and two new pairs of sneakers that she had yet to open. The tears that were in her eyes dropped down her face as she opened her gifts, texting a sleeping Lewis a selfie with all her presents.

"Okay girl, let's do the black wig because the shoes and bag are already pink." Nadia decided, her voice echoing as she spoke to herself in the spacious bathroom. Putting some music on, she continued getting ready whilst waiting for Lewis to pick her up as he's coming from the track.

As if someone heard her thoughts, she heard a knock on the door followed with the wood creaking beside it and she instantly knew it was Lewis. Opening the door with a smile on her face, she saw him with the same beaming smile as she displayed. It looked as if he already changed his outfit from this morning, keeping up with his activities on social media.

"Well good afternoon sir." Nadia greeted as she walked back into the room to grab her handbag, phone and sunglasses, walking out as soon as she got everything with her.

Now, Lewis was someone who would subtly blush at the slightest compliment he would receive or whenever anyone mentioned that they liked his outfit, he would be grateful then brush it off with one of his smiles. However, hearing his assigned title come from the lips of his wife - new friend and not to mention her wearing his t shirt, made his chest warm. Same feeling he got whenever he would gift her anything and just see her smile.

There are just friends who just so happen to be married.

"Hi Nads. I'm loving the shirt by the way." He complimented, watching her lock up her room and place the key card in her bag. "Oh thanks, some guy i'm married to gave it to me. Do you think this kid is a legend now?" Nadia joked as they both walked to the elevator, relieved to have no one inside.

"I heard he's this really cool driver. Also props to that random dude who gave you the tee, super stylish and amazing." Lewis spoke as he leaned on the railing of the elevator.

"Okay not too much now." Nadia scoffed, followed up with a giggle.

Upon arriving at the place, it was truly crowded with fans and many camera crews all facing an incredibly large billboard with Lewis' face on it, his arm showing off the expensive watch. Majority of those involved in the event were wearing pink and many of the fans standing outside had a mixture of colours, including neon yellow and purple.

As their Escalade rolled up to the main entrance of the event, the cheers were heard from all around the car. Playing with her hair nervously, Lewis watched as he was getting ready to get out the car. "D'you mind if I hold your hand? Just noticed you were nervous." He voiced, seeing her snap out of her mind.

Looking down at his large open hand, Nadia didn't think twice about grabbing onto it and holding it tightly. As he stepped out of the car, the screams became louder as he waved to everyone with his other hand whilst Nadia scooched out with the car step helping her. As if the screams and cheers couldn't get any louder, her foot touched the ground and people were shouting out all types of things.

Although Nadia was nervous, she felt Lewis squeeze her hand and prompt her to look at him, his eyes more comforting than anything. Shooting a quick smile and wink at him, she went back to greeting everyone clawing for attention. He stood for a moment, in awe of her instant switch from what he saw in the car. Remembering where he was, he too snapped up and walked towards fans to sign stuff.

About an hour into the event, Nadia sat and cheered underneath the VIP section of it all. Starstruck event workers stood close to her, offering anything she would want from the stalls all around. With a pink lemonade in her hand, she watched Lewis play basketball with the widest smile on his face as he dribbled the ball and put the ball through the next.

To get better sight of her hunk of a husband, she sat closer to the kids who too watched in awe of everything and it isn't hard to believe that she began playing some hand games with them while workers were busy. While Lewis stood to the side of the game, he watched as Nadia interacted with the kids sitting on chairs clearly made for children but it was the pure joy she radiated that struck him the most.

Digging his phone out of one of his many pockets on his hot pink pants, he snapped a few photos of her surrounded with kids and he was very sure that the many camera crews also captured the adorable moment. Looking up, Nadia locked eyes with Lewis from across the court, waving excitedly which prompted the kids to wave as well.

After a while, Lewis was asked to do an interview and one of the questions were where else he would like to race and to get a reaction out, he uttered the words "I would like to race in South Africa, my wife's home country and definitely because it would be an amazing track." Little did he know that that clip would send the internet into a frenzy.

SATURDAY

Ultimately deciding to show face in the paddock on Qualifying Day and definitely ruining Tia's master plan, Nadia placed her earrings on before taking pictures of herself in the mirror for her to post later on in the day.

Fixing her top a little, she held onto it while looking for the small case that held her grillz and finding them on the nightstand, securely placing them on her teeth. She quickly switched her heels for sneakers knowing that she would be walking around the whole day.

Her mood was all over the place from the moment she woke up. She knew going into another deep dive was going to affect how she would be with everyone she was supposed to meet but she did so in the late evening after the day she had. She hadn't fully memorised names but she could identify them in an instant if anyone were to show pictures of F1 drivers.

Natalia, Miles, Charlotte and Spinz had already left earlier on, leaving Nadia and Lewis to get to the track together as planned. The knock resonated through the door, signaling that Lewis was here to pick her up. Grabbing everything she needed including the paddock passes, she got to the door with a slight scowl on her face.

"Woah, you're blonde now." Lewis pointed out, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pants pockets. His red sunglasses matched the parts of red on his Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt with his blue sneakers matching the blue parts. He flashed his smile, showing off his grillz.

"That FIA president better watch his mouth when it comes to you, talking some bullshit so early in the morning." She warned, locking the door with her key card once more and she placed her all black sunglasses on.

"Nads, wait. What's going on?" Lewis stood there. "Went on a deep dive last night and developed a deep resentment towards the higher ups of the sport." She said, shrugging her shoulders then leading the way towards the elevator.

As confused as he was, Lewis walked quick to catch up with her as she walked closer and closer to the elevator.

"And before you say anything peace instilling, I'm not going to beat anybody up...yet." Nadia said, crossing her arms as she stood next to Lewis in the large metal box. "..You look really nice today." Lewis chose his words carefully, not used to seeing her in this mood.

"So do you, very chilled out. Well, until you smile then you'll send those geezers into a heart attack." She snickered, showing the matching grillz. "I think they'll be fine. They saw a glimpse of my stomach yesterday and told me I looked like Magic Mike." He said, laughing at the ridiculous comments he heard yesterday.

"Not them comparing you to an unsexy white man?" She jokingly said, with them falling into a fit of giggles. "I know this is going to sound out of pocket but did you know that your arms look very bite-able? Like I could just take a munch out of them."

"Nadia, what the fuck?"

It was evidently clear that this was a huge weekend for Miami, thousands of fans walking the streets in merchandise from their favourite teams or drivers.

The motorcade they were riding in could be compared to being presidential, people cheering whenever it drove by and getting out of windows to cheer at the red lights. Reaching the Hard Rock stadium, it shocked Nadia to see how many people were in attendance with probably thousands more already welcomed in. With the touch of a button, Lewis' window went down as he greeted everyone with a wave and a smile, gaining a positive reaction from everyone.

Eventually slowing down within the private parking, the pretend couple climbed out the car with Lewis opening the car door for Nadia. Waving to the crowd with him made Nadia feel slightly overwhelmed, noticing how the crowd grew even more when he appeared.

Leaning down a little to whisper into her ear, "You can be with me for now then we can walk in together." Lewis' breath tickling her ear, fighting a shy smile towards the man. Walking with him to his supporters or literally anyone who shoved anything in his direction, Nadia took out her phone to capture this moment and how loved he truly was.

A few fans were signaling to her to sign some stuff and for pictures, surprising her at the excitement of the fans. Leaning over to sign stuff, she received a few friendship bracelets, a few gifts that she handed over to security and some many compliments that her cheeks were starting to hurt.

"Bye everyone!" She exclaimed, signaled to finish up and head into the paddock. The crowd responded and she felt a large hand intertwine with hers, relieved to see that it was Lewis'. Cameras had begun to follow them, her hand squeezing his in nervousness. Reaching the official entrance of the paddock, he stepped back to let her sign in first then he did afterwards.

Flipping her blonde hair and fixing her sunglasses, their hands intertwined once again as they began to walk down the incredibly long pathway. All types of media was running around them like headless chickens, hurling questions their way but all the two did was smile and greet everyone who greeted them.

The power that resonated through the pretend couple as they walked towards the Mercedes hospitality inside the stadium, everyone could feel it. The pure confidence and kindness they showed on the short walk was enough to keep the world talking for a few weeks, grillz shining as they grinned and Lewis fist bumped people as he usually did.

Once reaching Mercedes, Nadia and Lewis weren't aware of the small crowd that had gathered behind them as they walked, everyone intrigued with the sight of Nadia next to the 7x World champion of the sport. "Lewis! Nadia, hello!" A short woman with a blonde bob enthusiastically said, standing up from one of the chairs inside the building.

"Susie! How's it going?" Lewis said, hugging the woman. "I am doing quite well," Susie said. "Who is this beautiful woman?" She asked, setting her eyes on a nervous looking Nadia.

"Hello, I'm Nadia. It's such a pleasure to meet you, Lewis told me about you." She smiled, stretching her arm out for a handshake that Susie happily accepted. "Oh my, likewise. I will have to steal you away from him now as he has to get ready for quali. Toto has meet you as well." Susie said.

"I do have to go unfortunately so I'll see you later in the garage?" Lewis asked, placing his hand on her waist whilst looking into her eyes. "Yup, have fun bruv." Nadia winked then placed a kiss on his cheek, the lipgloss leaving a residue on his cheek that he didn't dare to wipe off.

He winked back (dismally), then left the two ladies, greeting everyone in his way before walking off with Rosa, his Mercedes media personnel.

As Susie and Nadia had the cutest bonding time, including a very giddy Toto Wolff who was excited to see Lewis' wife to make sure that he wasn't seeing things. Nadia walked out of the hospitality with a chocolate bar in her hand, trying to remember the directions Susie had given her to the Paddock club.

Having no clue where she was going, she approached a woman who looked quite kind, donning the same passes as she was across her chest. "Hi there!" Nadia greeted as she stopped in front of the woman who's eyes went wide at the sight of Nadia in front of her.

"Holy shit, you're her." The woman blurted out as she then proceeded to slap her hand on her mouth afterwards. Nadia giggled at the woman's reaction, watching her as she swallowed whatever was in her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. You're just so pretty in real life. I'm Lily." She rambled out.

"Hey Lily, I'm Nadia," the older woman tilted her head a bit and maintained eye contact. "Don't know if you're busy right now but do you mind showing me to the paddock club? Thank you for the compliment, so are you!" She spoke, seeing Lily lose her breath a little when making direct eye contact.

"Oh! Of course, that's where I'm headed right now. You can join me in my walk there, it's not too far." Lily offered, to which Nadia just nodded and the two conversed all the way.

Once reaching the overly luxurious and crowded space, Lily guided Nadia towards a private section of the already exclusive space. Greeting those who waved at her as they walked by, she spotted a group of younger looking women who were eagerly looking around until their eyes landed on Lily and Nadia, smiles growing larger with them all standing up in excitement.

Deciding to greet the group first, she held her arms out and they fell into a huge group hug. Nadia felt surprisingly safe and definitely knew that these were the wags that Natalia was speaking about a few days before.

"Super sorry for the ambush, once we saw you enter the paddock we've been excited." The calm brunette woman grinned. "I'm Carmen, I'm with George." She tucked her hair behind her ear, her aura very classy.

George Russell, Lewis' teammate.

"I'm Kika! Francisca but I prefer Kika." The tall girl introduced herself, resembling a deer. Her eyes large with a beaming smile. "I'm with Pierre."

Pierre Gasly, apart of that one pink team. French guy.

"I'm Alexandra, so nice to meet you." The last girl introduced herself, voice very soft but visibly excited. She looked like she would be with someone from Ferrari. "I'm with Charles." She beams, Nadia's guess being correct.

"Well hi everyone, I'm Nadia." She said, opting for all the girls to sit. Kika gasped before she sat down, "oh my goodness, I just realised that you look like Tinker Bell."

The other girls looked at Nadia properly and agreeing with Kika, giggles floating around.

A lengthy conversation from fashion to careers to food, the group of women were interrupted by a Mercedes employee, asking for both Carmen and Nadia in the garage. Grabbing each other's hands, the two women greeted their friends goodbye as they walked out of the Paddock club.

The Mercedes garage was everything that Nadia imagined it to be, people wizzing in and out of there with both cars proudly displayed as the crowd gathered to take pictures of each car or simply wanting a picture in front of the driver's garages.

Spotting her husband's braids over everyone in front of him, she carefully walked over to him, not wanting to trip over anything. Locking eyes with each other, Lewis quickly put his airpods back into their case and stuck his hand out for her to hold onto. Manoeuvring his arm around her shoulder whilst holding her hand, Lewis held Nadia closer to him. Avoiding the cameras and the watching eyes everywhere.

"So? How was it? Heard you are quite the star today." Lewis teased. Glancing up at the man through her lashes, she smiled and bounced on her feet a little. "Everyone is so nice. I met the other girlfriends and bruv, you should've seen them. It was like I was holding the universe in my hands." She joked, earning a nod and a smile.

"Do you think you have one more introduction left in you? I have someone I'd like you to meet." He said, looking forward then at her, his sunglasses sitting on his forehead. Turning her head in the direction he just looked, she spotted someone familiar and as they walked closer, she recognised the tall figure and her stomach dropped.

"Lewis, hey man! What's good?" Pharrell Williams greeted her husband with a handshake then hug, letting go of Nadia's body for a brief period of time. Nadia couldn't believe the sight in front of her, her idol was chatting it up with her husband.

"And i want you to meet my wife, Nadia. My guardian angel through all this shit." Lewis beamed at her, holding her closer once again to bring her towards Pharrell. "Ah, it's a such an honour to meet you." The man exclaimed, his grillz shining as well. "He's said so many good things about you after the reveal, I was genuinely shocked that you two could keep a secret like this." Pharrell snickered.

Processing the fact that Lewis had spoken about her to her idol and that said idol mentioned that it was an honour, all she could really do was smile and nod. "Well, I'm glad we're finally out now." Nervously chuckling, Nadia tucked her hair behind her ear.

With a light conversation and a few pictures, Pharrell ended off with words that Nadia couldn't believe she just heard. "I hope to see you two in Paris, remember front row and I'll be sure to send some stuff from LV." The older man remarked, slowly walking away as it was almost time for Quali to begin.

Nadia sat with large headphones on her head, Bono's voice occasionally chiming in to Lewis. The screen in front of her showed all the cars racing on track, starting off quite smoothly in Q1. Whenever the camera would pan to her during a pit stop, she would smile or wink, quite literally the only actions she's been able to do this whole weekend.

RACE DAY.

As if it was clockwork, she sat in the same chair with her hands balled up in front of her mouth and her eyebrows furrowed as she watched Car 44 whiz around the track.

Being behind the scenes the day before had truly helped her understand the dynamics of the sport, Nadia's eyes snapping between watching the car drive and the current position he was in. P4 and there were only a few laps left of the race. Miles and Natalia were seated next to her, stressing just as much as Nadia did.

The atmosphere in the garage was tense, only audible sounds being heard in Nadia's ears were the car's engine and occasional groans or cheers from the crowd outside. Feeling all her senses show in anticipation, her clothes felt tighter than they actually were and her hands were shaking as she watched her husband turn the car into the specific corner that has been an issue the whole race.

As the last 2 laps went on, she stood up abruptly as anxiety seeped through her body. Nadia knew it was going to be a good position but seeing Lewis come alive in the final laps could put him anywhere. His car swiftly overtook Alonso’s, the finish line just a few metres away from him and Natalia stood next to her as they all watched Lewis finish the race.

P2.

The cheer that erupted from her was genuine, a few people celebrating all around them with the pit crew giving each other hugs.

“Nadia! Let’s go to the podium!” Rosa exclaimed, a giant smile on her face as she held her hand out. Looking back at Natalia and Miles, they both urged to go. With a grill filled smile on her face, she waved to whichever camera was on her and ran out excitedly with Rosa to where most of the Mercedes team where going to be along with media.

Upon getting to the infamous barrier as they waited for all three winning cars to arrive in parc ferme, Nadia held her head as she expressed her excitement to the woman. Members of the media could see that Nadia was making her way there, her own little paparazzi forming with many questions being asked but Rosa managed to guide her to the very front.

Lewis climbed out of the car, the neon and purple helmet sitting pretty as he walked towards the team doing a little dance on the way. Spotting Nadia first, his grin widened with his eyes closing a bit as he approached her. Once in front of her, Nadia threw arms around him and kissed his open visor, a brown and glossy residue sticking on there. Their eyes locked once and it was such an intimate yet soft moment between the two.

Her eyes filled with pride and happiness and his filled with gratitude for the woman in front of him, a special bond building right in front of the world. Planting the forehead of his helmet with her head, they scrunched their noses as they maintained eye contact with each other, not even realising that they were holding hands.

The moment was shortly interrupted by the noise of fans and the Mercedes team screaming in joy as he moved on to celebrate with them before hurrying to take his weight and get ready to go to the break down room before stepping onto the podium.

Minutes later, the drivers reappeared onto the podium, each one waving at their respective teams along with the crowd. As the English national anthem began, Nadia’s eyes went to the figure of her smiling husband, hands tucked behind him. Looking at the man and not the obscene amount of cameras on her at that moment, Nadia had to remind herself that all this was to benefit their parents’ feelings and to simply help Lewis.

This wasn’t real.

The trophies were being handed to the drivers, Lewis immediately lifting his and pointing to his team then Nadia, winking at her before waving to the screaming crowd. Watching him in his element was never going to get old , that was for sure and thinking about how all this could end one day made her stomach drop, her facade still showing the proud smile as she watched him leave the podium.

At least two hours later, Nadia, Miles and Natalia sat on one of the benches outside the Mercedes hospitality with their ice cold waters in front of them. The two teased Nadia to no end about her meeting Pharrell and how most of the interaction was caught on video by fans, posting on twitter.

“Listen, when you’re a stylist and you see your fav fashion person in real life, you’d scream too.” Nadia laughed as she hid her face in her hands.

“Just saying Nads, the shocked look you gave him when he was about to walk up to you lot was so cute. Gonna get that shit printed.” Natalia joked, earning an eye roll from Nadia.

“Aye! There’s the man of the hour!” Miles exclaimed, watching Lewis walk up to the building with Rosa right next to him, the Mercedes shirt flowing in the light breeze.

Giving his friends their own handshakes, he sat next to Nadia and gave her a fist bump, the two of them giggling right after that. “There’s no way you just fist bumped her?” Miles said, pointing at his friend then Nadia.

“It’s our thing, don’t worry about it bro.” Lewis said , a mischievous smile on his face. “So how was your first race, bruv? Susie said you should try be a team principal.” He asked, turning his body to face her once again.

“My days, Lew! That shit got me on my toes. The numbers took a while to understand but I eventually got it. Also which ones Leclerc?” Nadia asked, looking at the others.

“That one’s Charles. He’s a good one.” Natalia responded.

“Oh okay, he’s cool in my books. Those two red bulls got on my fucking nerves though. Driving like maniacs and that other one almost pushing you off the track?” In all fairness, Nadia was fuming at the thought of it. It was one of the moments that constantly replayed in her mind.

“Oh Perez. They’re okay, just glad I was able to get on podium.” Lewis shrugged his shoulders as he relaxed his arms onto the table. “There are no cameras here, bruv. I don’t fucking like them or that fuck ass team with their team principal. A bunch of pricks.” Nadia cussed, her friends watching her and giggling at her reaction.

“That’s how we feel as well but mr nice guy doesn’t think so. Welcome to the club, babe.” Natalia reached out her hand to Nadia’s. Accepting it, she breathed out and looked at Lewis once again who gave her a little smile.

“Tell those guys to get their shit together or else I’ll deal with them myself. Anyways, your drive was amazing today.” She smiled as if she wasn’t pissed two seconds ago.

“Y’know what, Nads? I totally get it.” Miles said, fist bumping her, adding a little gimmick after it.

“Anyone want ice cream?” Lewis proposed, watching his friends and their interaction, his attention on Nadia and how passionate she felt about the race. His eyes stuck on her the more she spoke about her weekend, her lip gloss from earlier still shining with their interaction at parc ferme replaying in his mind.

nadiahamilton • 14 min. “Miami, you’ve been good!”

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zermbie-dergon · 6 months

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Little things I learned about the members of Constellation:

- Andreja feels like an outcast to the rest of the group and doesn’t feel like she’s included in their group activities.

- On the flip side, Barrett will try to invite Andreja to join him and the others in said activities and she always declines (this includes things like movie night, dancing, cooking, listening to music, board games and having drinks together)

- The members all get together to have movie night and take turns picking out the movies

- Andreja tries so hard to make jokes with Barrett but he always knows what she’s gonna say. She gets discouraged but keeps trying

- Barrett and Vlad once spent 5k of Constellation’s credits to throw a party on The Eye

- Sarah is completely against Sam bringing Cora along with him. She suggests leaving Cora with Matteo to ensure her safety. Sam becomes irritated and defensive and says Cora goes with him.

- Sam and Barrett are sports bros and love watching games together. If one of them isn’t around to watch the game, the other will record it so they can watch it together later

- Sam has terrible spelling

- Barrett is actually his last name. His first name starts with A but (as far as I know) we don’t know what the A stands for

- Sarah seems to fill a kind of motherly role of the group, checking in with Barrett after being held hostage by pirates, keeping Sam on track, watching out for Cora, reassuring Andreja, etc

- Sam and Barrett seem to cause the most trouble or make the most mistakes in the group. Barrett will try to joke and laugh it off until Sarah threatens punishment. Sam however can get grumpy and irritated when “Sarah Perfect Morgan” calls him out on it.

- Andreja has some knowledge in cooking

- Barrett does as well and will cook large meals for the group

- Cora will occasionally take some of Barrett’s stuff, usually books, without asking leading to Barrett going to Sam to get them back

- Sam seems to get easily distracted while on missions. “Sam, did you check out that thing I asked you to?” “Well I was going to but then I got caught in a goose chase-” “So did you or not?” “I was going to but then there was this thing-” “Should I just assign someone else?” “Uh that would probably be best”

- Andreja really wants to teach Cora self defense and how to fight and use a weapon. Sam is uncomfortable with it and tries to brush Andreja off. She doesn’t get the hint though

- Sam keeps an open tab at the bookstore in Akila City for Cora. She's supposed to be cut off at 100 credits but tends to overspend

- The stress Sarah is under must be obvious to the other members as multiple members of Constellation will ask if she is doing ok

- Barrett tries to get Noel to join them in space but she declines and reveals how much she is overworking herself. She then admits that she had nothing but her smarts to get her ahead in life

- Sarah is Cora’s favorite member of Constellation. Sam is her second favorite

- Not knowing where Andreja is from and her backstory drives Matteo crazy. He will vent to Sam about it who tells him to let it go and everyone is allowed their secrets

- Aja recruited Barrett into Constellation

- Sarah and Vlad recruited Andreja into Constellation

- At one point in his life, some people called Sam “Sammy”, he now detests the name and “goes by just Sam now”

- While Barrett was grieving, Aja sat with him in his room. He doesn't remember what she said but her presence was comforting and that’s what he remembers most

- Despite not having many credits himself, Sam is willing to help out those in need whether it's loaning credits to Barrett, keeping an open book tab for Cora or donating to those in need.

- Sarah is not afraid to ask Walter for money. They have some banter back and forth but Walter always signs the check

- Nadia at SSNN tries to get Sam to dig up dirt on Jacob. Despite the estranged relationship with his dad, Sam refuses

- Barrett and Sam have both been to jail at least once

- Sam and Sarah have an ongoing debate over which is the superior beer. Sarah suggests they go bar hopping one day to test their theory.

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venusaglow · 9 months

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One of the best nights of my life happened a week ago.

After Hours Til Dawn Stadium Tour

#nadia tells stuff #personal #me #my face #girls #mine #message me #face #myself #the weeknd #after hours #ahtdt

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omgsquee2001 · 1 year

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Crescent Hotel: Part 1: Discontinued

"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby." Colby said, doing the intro. Sam was standing in front, holding the camera. [Y/N], Colby's girlfriend, was standing next to Colby, holding his hand. The bell started tolling right as Colby said the intro, making everyone flip out. [Y/N]'s eyes widened.

"You just said that at the exact same time the bell started ringing!" [Y/N] shouted, laughing. Celina's eyes widened.

"It's an omen!" She said, making [Y/N] laugh even more. Sam looked at Colby.

"How did you time that?" He asked. Sam then looked at the camera again. "Alright, before we show you who we have with us today, can we just take a moment to appreciate, [Y/N]'s shirt." Sam said. [Y/N] let go of Colby's hand and pulled down on her shirt, showing what was on it.

“I ain't afraid of no ghost!" [Y/N] shouted. Colby gave her a face of disbelief. [Y/N] smiled and nodded. "Actually, that's, that's a lie. I am afraid of them." She said, making everyone laugh. Sam looked at [Y/N].

"[Y/N], would you like to do the honors?" He asked. [Y/N] quickly raced behind the two women who were with the group, wrapping her arms around their shoulders.

"Ladies and gentlemen and others! We are here today, with CelinaSpookyBoo, and KallMeKris!" [Y/N] shouted excitedly. Kris gave a wide smile and Celina waved aggressively at the camera. Sam smiled.

"Aka, literally the biggest tick-tockers in all of Canada." Sam said. "Everyone obviously loves Celina. Kris, how you feeling right now?" Sam asked. Kris shrugged.

"I got a lot to live up to, apparently," she said, making everyone laugh. "But I'm excited, I'm terrified!" Kris said. [Y/N] looked at Kris.

"Are you, like, super into ghost stuff?" She asked. Kris looked at the woman.

"I'm super into ghost stuff." Kris said. [Y/N] smiled.

"Good. Cause you're going to be spending the entire night, with someone who can see the dead." [Y/N] said, smiling. Celina burst out laughing at that. She then looked at [Y/N].

"Wait, you're serious?" She asked. [Y/N] nodded, laughing.

"Yeah, I'm serious!" She said. Colby looked at his girlfriend.

"So, [Y/N], could you quickly explain, for Celina and Kris, and for our viewers who don't know, basically, who and what you are?" He asked. [Y/N] nodded. She clapped her hands.

"So, as many of you know, my name is [Y/N] [L/N], and I am a medium," [Y/N] explained, smiling. "So, there are different types of Mediums. There are the mediums that can pick up on auras and tell you about what they feel is going to happen to you in the future, like Nadia from the Stanley Hotel series, she is the type of medium that can pick up on auras. She is what is known as a psychic medium." [Y/N] explained. " Then, there are mediums that can see and feel different energies of spirits and entities, which is what I can do." [Y/N] explained. "My best friend, Amanda, she is also a Medium. If you all remember Amanda from the Conjuring House Series, Amanda can speak to, see and feel different spirits she comes across." [Y/N] said. Celina looked at [Y/N].

"So, when you see these spirits and entities, do they like, show themselves as they were, like when they were alive?" Celina asked. [Y/N] nodded.

"That's a great question. It really depends. Sometimes I can see spirits and entities extremely clear, like clear as day, and other times, they're just like, a blur, like they are just a shadow figure." [Y/N] explained. Kris nodded.

“That is weirdly specific and kind of terrifying.” Kris said. Celina looked at [Y/N].

“So, like what are you feeling right now? What kind of energies are you picking up?” Celina asked. [Y/N] sighed and stayed quiet for a moment, trying to pick up on the different energies.

“So, I’m sort of feeling like, a lot of the spirits and energies here aren’t like, out to hurt anyone, and they’re not dangerous, um,” she went quiet, trying to find the right words. “They’re more, I guess you could say, curious. I might be able to feel more once we get inside.” [Y/N] said.

After getting inside, [Y/N] gasped and walked over to a chair.

“Oh my gosh! That is the cutest thing I have ever seen!” [Y/N] said. In the chair, curled up, was a fluffy kitty. [Y/N] and Kris immediately knelt before the cat and started gently petting it. Colby looked at Sam.

“Yo, could this be the cat General Manager?” Colby asked. Sam nodded.

“This could be the General manager, Morris.” Sam said. [Y/N] looked up at the two boys.

“Wait, are you two serious?” She asked. Sam nodded.

“When this hotel was first started, they had a General Manager which was the cat. It was like a little orange tabby cat.” Colby explained. Sam looked at his best friend.

“A cat was the general manager?” He asked. Colby nodded.

“They made the cat a General Manager, and then when it passed away there were, like, 300 people that showed up to its Death Ceremony.” Colby said. [Y/N] looked at her boyfriend weirdly.

“Death Ceremony?” She asked. Colby shook his head.

“I meant funeral!” He said, laughing. Kris looked at him.

“I love death ceremony way more!” She said, making everyone laugh. [Y/N] laughed and nodded.

“Way cooler!” She said. Kris kept gently petting the cat.

“So, is this who I come to if I need more pillows?” Kris asked. Sam and Colby nodded.

“Yes.” They said at the same time. After fawning over the cat a little more, the group headed up he stairs. Sam was walking in front, filming. [Y/N] was walking behind him, holding Colby’s hand. Then came Celina and Kris. They all looked around in aw.

“I love these walls!” [Y/N] said, as Sam turned around to film his friends. The group stopped and looked at [Y/N].

“Do you feel anything here, babe?” Colby asked, leaning against the railing. [Y/N] sighed. Her shoulders tensed up. It was clear that she was feeling a little nervous. She played with her fingers slightly, twisting the promise ring that Colby had given her around her finger.

“Um,” she let out a breath. “I, um, I definitely feel different energy on this staircase. Um, it’s, it’s like it’s,” her eyes moved around, trying to find the best description.

“Molding together?” Kris offered. [Y/N] nodded.

“Yes, molding together, thank you.” She said. Kris nodded. [Y/N] looked at Colby and the others.

“It feels like the energy is all, molded together. It’s really hard to get a read on it all. There is one presence that, I’m kind of weary of, but, I’m not quite sure who or what it is yet.”

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//I am so, so, so sorry for the long delay. Since I had moved into my apartment, I had felt really, really uncomfortable, like, energy wise and spiritually. I had been putting off this series and the Conjuring Series until I felt more comfortable, and I felt like continuing this series might have made me feel even more uncomfortable. I will try to overcome that uncomfortable feeling and get you all more chapters. I hope you all can forgive me for getting this out so late.//

#Colby Brock x reader #crescent hotel #Colby x medium reader

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softgrungeprophet · 2 years

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finally sat down to read the last third of The Devourers (only took me what, a year and a half?)

you ever read a real good book where you hit the last few pages and everything just clicks? like. oh. ohhhhh. and of course it makes perfect sense, thematically, tonally. of course.

#as intermittent of a reader as i am i highly recommend it for anyone who's got the stomach for lots of blood and gore and piss #it's beautiful and queer and yes visceral and gives time to characters that lesser books would not #nadia rambles #maybe this is also telling on myself and my pretensions but it's exactly my shit 😂#stylistically and so on i love this kinda stuff man lmao

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pls may i have some saltburn takes. i saw u liked my post abt oliver never having read the reading list and it made me giggle.

OH YES DUDE oh i Loved that post because it brings up actually something that for some reason i haven't seen discussed much. oliver's unreliable narration.

i have a brilliant, i think, genius four-question plan for making people understand saltburn, and it has worked before and i will maybe elaborate on it, but not right now. right now i'll talk about one of the questions.

who is oliver telling this story to, and why?

we've established that he's an unreliable narrator at least because it's the logical conclusion for a movie shot in a way that opens and closes with his narrative. but what does oliver being untruthful actually mean for what we know about anything and everything that happened. have you ever obsessed over this particular question. well. i have.

my hot take, first of all, is that oliver is not that smart. he's clever, but the point of the movie is that he's caught up in and driven by desire; desire, pointedly, in the moment, merging desire, adapting to circumstance and leading him on. his want is not concrete from the beginning. his want is insatiable hunger that grows.

so, okay, from the top. the whole meet-cute with felix? because of a punctured tire? eh. idk if that's true. the money thing at the bar, pretending to not have any while he actually did? eh, perhaps. chronologically he then lies to felix about his dad, and this is big, this is deliberate, this is what ties felix to him for good.

what if the first two instances were coincidences? like, felix genuinely in trouble then, oliver genuinely out of cash. makes sense to become attached and actually do something, something impulsive, drastic, when felix seems to be drifting away, and lie about his dad.

interjection: you might be saying, nadia, he lied about his family from the get-go. well of course. i didn't say he's not smart enough to clock what image of a damsel in distress felix would gobble up. i'm saying he didn't do it for the long game, because there was no long game to speak of, as narrator-oliver would have you believe. i think he wanted felix so badly in that moment of several months in oxford, i think he was so blinded that he would've said anything. and he did.

now, i've briefly talked about oliver's feelings about the invitation to saltburn, and i think this is very important here. in the moment, he couldn't possibly know what exactly this invitation could mean, in the long run, only that it is definitely the next step in progression of desire for felix. present-day oliver interjection, and i believed him, after felix said he could leave anytime, i read as a slip up, an admission that oliver didn't plan shit, or at least from the beginning he didn't. it lured him in as soon as he got there, gothic house driving mad-style. he held on to a dream of something elusive (felix as a friend? lover? forever-partner in whatever capacity? i want him so bad i don't care what he is as long as he's there? please? please?).

the other obvious hole to poke at is in the end. venetia very conveniently takes the razors he places for her, and while sure, it could be read as him just hinting at how he conveniently read her fragile state and took advantage of it, i don't buy it. (i'm honestly even tempted to suggest he met elspeth on accident, to then spin a pretty story for his own sake, but him keeping tabs on the surviving cattons all those years tracks with what we know about obsessive oliver; he's definitely known about her flat for a while.)

but those are all minor stuff. i get completely if you think i'm reading too much into it and this is all just a headcanon after all, to be fair. BUT. but.

my second big take is that oliver was/is madly in love with felix. i know, shocking. but you have probably seen people say he wasn't. i will elaborate.

i wasn't in love with him. i loved him. i hated him. what does this sound like. have you ever had a friend come to you after a breakup fuming and telling you how they'll never end up with this asshole for sure and then get back together with him and then break up and say the same thing again.

i loved him, but i wasn't in love with him. i know everyone thought i was, but i wasn't. have you never told anyone something of the sort, specifically the last part, to emphasize just how it's everyone around you that's kinda hung up on whatever it is, and you've moved way past it, actually. have you never told yourself that.

i have. i know many other people who have, too. so, who is oliver telling this story to, and why? there's no one but dead elspeth in front of him. there's no one but himself. fun fact: each time you recall an event, it distorts under the influence of the mix of past and present emotions. each time you recall, you mold memory (source, e.g., x). the way i personally see it, oliver, for whatever reason, retells the story in order to solidify his own memory of it in the way that he wants to remember it. whatever he says, this is his final word, and this is his final truth.

this is also why details slip through, like my beloved i believed him, like the emotional i hated him growing into self-convincing, misleadingly dismissive, definitely unsure i hated him by the end. those are the true emotions that he recalls, those are the times that are hard to rewrite, for whatever reason.

of course, he hated them all. but before that, he loved felix to the point of blindly following where felix's desire led oliver, at least the way oliver perceived felix's desire. it failed, crucially, when felix's desire brought them to the center of the labyrinth, where oliver could not be the desired anymore.

my third hot take in connection to this is that oliver did not know he would kill felix until the very night he did it. he didn't know it, i think, until the last hour, until felix refused to reconcile completely, until he made his blood run cold. i also briefly mention it here, specifically how farleigh is tragically connected to felix's death, in my opinion. this tracks with, again, my strong belief that oliver lies, lies and lies throughout this whole story about wanting to take everything from felix from the beginning; no, he fucking didn't. he wanted felix. he wanted felix to be his. that was number one priority. he wanted felix and whatever else came with it, undoubtedly, but not the other way around.

paradoxically, he also wanted to be felix; he wanted to be him and be with him just as us tumblr people can often relate and the tragedy is that you always have to choose. felix pushed him away, so there was no other choice but to take what was left of felix that oliver could take. hence the clothes wearing, the table scene talk, the refusal to leave.

felix chose not to choose oliver, so oliver became felix. it's his fault. felix promised oliver could leave. felix left instead. what was oliver to do.

but to your point about the books, i think it could be either way, actually. i think he could have lied about it because technically that's also in character for him, he was performing for an audience of his tutor. but i also think that he was, genuinely, a nerd before he came to oxford, and he didn't, and still doesn't, have any friends, and he hates his sisters and his mother and is miserable. he's the perfect profile of someone who'd read king james' bible over the summer, and then some, imma be honest.

so, yes. i think oliver lies about most things in saltburn and i think he's pathetic, lost, confused, grieving, angry, horny, down bad and in denial. and i fucking love him. i so fuckin do.

#saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn meta #thank u so much for ur ask. this was my excuse to finally vomit this up.#honestly i think asks are the only format in which i will actually write out all of my thoughts coherently esp the longer stuff #bc i feel obligated to answer #and when i dont i just abandon stuff. i know all my saltburn meta. vika does. finn knows ALL of it and more. i dont feel like sharing much #when unprompted. but if you ask me?? i'll never shut up. literally never #anyway. this is it. thank u again. fun.#ask #horrorsequel #saltburn journaling

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Hi there! Arcana brainrot has had me in a chokehold recently, so I wanted to ask: How do you think the m6 would react to the reader's family being racist and/or misogynistic? I've been getting into conflict with my parents on stuff like that a lot recently (especially the misogyny bc even tho I'm a guy, I'm trans, so comments like that are directed towards me a lot) and the idea of my blorbos putting them in their place makes me happy. I completely understand if your not comfortable with it tho

First off, I am so sorry you're going through this. The society we live in right now is utter insanity and it's extremely unfair especially when those who are meant to love and care for us most not only refuse but do the exact opposite. Sincerely, I just want to talk to them at a waffle house. I.. just wanna talk. I completely understand what you're going through and I am here for you, Anon!!! (This is one of those ones where there is bleed-through. All of the M6 have trouble understanding how your family can be so different from you and desperately want to take care of you. I just worded it a bit differently for each and may have left that out a bit for a few, but I assure you it is a given. Your comfort characters love you very much and want what's best for you!!)

Warnings & Clarifications: For everyone's safety, comfort, and wellbeing I will not be going into the specifics of the topics mentioned. At most there will be hints of what may have been said by Reader's family and/or friends. TW: Implied R*cism, Implied H*m*phobia, Implied M*sogyny, Implied B*gotry, Implied etc.

M6 w/ Apprentice's Hateful Family:

Asra 💜

(Directed at them by the family)

They freeze and there's a brief silence before their eyes narrow as they ask for clarification. Did they.. really just say that?

Depending on the response they may have the patience to attempt to put the family in their place with respect for you but they have no qualms about just grabbing your hand and walking away.

They're confused and hurt but know that it's not your fault in the slightest. They are their own people and adults at that who unfortunately made awful choices outside of having you as a child. Even so, how far the golden apple fell from such a rotten tree is astonishing in the best possible way and they are truly grateful.

They will try not to let it get to them but will still confide in you with reassurance that it's not your fault and they don't see you any differently.

(Directed at reader by the family)

Instantly their hand is holding yours firmly, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

Through gritted teeth they let the family know that it is time they leave. Any protest from them is met with a glow of purple irises as Asra readies a spell, though they're not sure exactly what.

As soon as they're able, they get you as far away from your family as they can and somewhere comfortable. Immediately they check in on you and get anything you might need, even if it's just a big long hug.

They can't begin to imagine what it was like living in the household but they know it was difficult for you and they want to be there for you as much as possible.

Nadia 💖

(Directed at her by the family)

Her shock lasts milliseconds before morphing into her signature scowl. "I beg your pardon." It is not a question or a suggestion.

If they have the gaul to continue, she allows herself to interrupt and cut them off. In no uncertain terms she all but tells them to go to hell in a hand-basket in the most eloquent way that one may even look forward to the journey.

She will attempt to continue the meeting for your sake but if they refuse to play nice or have made you uncomfortable they are asked to take their leave, even if it's not at the palace. Surely the display in public would send them off, tails between their legs.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time she's dealt with something like this and she suspects it will be far from the last. It doesn't affect her as much as it used to, the worst of it being from your family and them embarrassing you in the process. She will also confide in you but make sure you do not worry about her as you are her main concern.

(Directed at reader by the family)

The air shifts instantly with palpable tension. For a brief moment, Nadia composes herself to address you directly, placing a tender kiss on your hand. "My dear, would you mind if I spoke to your.. family.. alone?"

Once she's certain you are safe and out of the room, the doors are shut. Her glare is enough to turn them to stone where they stand as she rips into them. Her words are far from pretty but she couldn't care less.

She makes it well known your place in her life and how she would spare nothing to keep you safe and happy.. even if that be exile, among other things.

After their departure, she finds you immediately and does whatever you require whether that's a hug, a good cry in her arms, talking, or ignoring the whole thing for now. She reassures you of your safety and makes sure you smile once more.

Julian 🖤

(Directed at him by the family)

It takes a moment for what they said to hit him. He blinks owlishly at them as he tries to wrap his mind around it and the complete contrast to you. He might ask for clarification out of.. respect.

When they continue his shock turns to a stern, calm anger. "..I see." He enlightens them with the fact that he owes them nothing nor anyone else for that matter, something you taught him. If they have a problem, that is awful for them plain and simple.

If they continue he will excuse you both curtly before escorting you away from them. He's still calm but silent. He's hurt because it's your family but what he said is true. What you and his own friends/family think of him matters more than anything else.

Even so he may need some reassurance. He might know all of that but he still struggles with his insecurities. He wants to make sure he did right by you in case you want your family in your life still.

(Directed at reader by the family)

His eyes narrow as he pulls you behind him, putting himself between you and your family. With his jaw clenched, his words flow with venom and purpose.

He's not above berating anyone no matter the time or place for hurting you but he'd rather not have a physical fight with them if he doesn't have to.

As soon as he's finished lashing out at them he turns on his heel and guides you away, holding you in his coat so they don't see you and vice versa.

As soon as you are somewhere safe, he frets over you and makes sure you are okay. He will try to distract you first to take your mind off it unless you want to talk immediately. If there is anything he can do for you, it will be done.

Muriel 💚

(Directed at him by the family)

While he's been used to harsh words, it is different for him coming from your family. He knows that you don't reflect their words and vice versa in the moment. Even so, he doesn't feel the need to respond with words.

Instead his initial shock melts into an intense glare, allowing the heavy silence.. and his intimidating presence.. to do the work for him. Needless to say, they do not continue.

In any case, they've said enough so he gently takes your hand and walks away from them. He will remain silent for a while before he feels comfortable saying anything.

It's weird that you could be so different from them but he's very glad of it. In another aspect, you make him feel safe, secure and loved. He couldn't be more grateful, even if he has trouble showing that sometimes.

(Directed at you by the family)

He has already taken a few steps forward into their space before they finish their sentence, eyes boring down into them. With all his rage, he can only think of one thing to say. "Leave."

They likely do as he says without a second thought. Scaring people off isn't something he's too keen on now but it needed to be done for your sake.

He'll collect himself as quickly as he can so he's able to tend to you, taking you elsewhere if needed.

It might be difficult for him to articulate the care he wants to convey to you, his bear hugs say plenty.

Portia 🧡

(Directed at her by the family)

She physically takes a step back at first before she squares her shoulders and looks them dead in the eye, letting them have it. Unfortunately, she knows a thing or two about belittling and bullying but lucky for her they aren't Nadia's guests. Even if they were she knows there's no way she'd get into any trouble for her actions.

She's not afraid to walk closer into their space and point/poke at them as she verbally lays into them. Her language is a bit less colorful than her brother's but she's not going to play nice unless she has to. They've certainly lost her respect currently and are undeserving of it.

If they try to continue she will talk over them, continuing to roast them until she's finished. She'll tell them off one last time with a huff before taking your hand in hers and leaving them.

She might vent about it more but she knows it's not your fault and makes sure you don't worry about it. They're their own people and they just so happen to suck but clearly, that has nothing on you.

(Directed at you by the family)

Before they can finish their sentence, she's cut them off, marching forward to get in their face. She readies a punch but stops herself short.

She's not afraid to throw one or hurt them but she is afraid of hurting you further. Even though their flinch was satisfying, she takes in a breath before taking a step back. "You're not even worth it."

Returning to you, she wraps an arm around your shoulder protectively before turning to them over her shoulder to tell them how awful they are in comparison to you. It's shameful of them.

She takes you to a safe space all the while asking if you're alright and if there's anything she can do right now to help. She feels guilty about being so intense but she just can't stand anyone speaking to or about you that way, especially those who should love you.

Lucio 💝

(Directed at him by the family)

His first instinct is to scoff at them. Clearly, they don't know him or anything about him to have that kind of blatant audacity.

He quickly lets them know as such, insulting them verbally each time they attempt to cut him off. All the while he takes slow deliberate steps toward them, putting himself between you.

The rant is ended with the fact that even if they had the decency to apologize he couldn't bring himself to accept it. They should, however, apologize to you because a slight on his honor is a slight on yours but he's sure they've already said enough.

He escorts you away, having said his peace, and takes you somewhere with a nicer atmosphere. Sure he is a bit hurt that your family could say such things but he himself knows a thing or two about rough families. He knows you don't think that way and that's all that really matters to him.

(Directed at you by the family)

"Excuse me?" before they can respond he has closed the difference between them, hand on the hilt of his sword.

When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper but judging by their faces.. it wasn't the most pleasant. They back away from each other and his eyes pierce through them as he grins.

When he makes his way back to you, his gaze softens as he guides you away to safety. He holds your hand, explaining later that he was fighting every urge to not turn back around and start a fight to defend you. But.. if you did want that later, he absolutely would.

As much as he's still livid, he's able to put it aside, for now, to take care of you. Anything you need, anything he can do for you; name it and it is yours.

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strangermarvelss · 1 year

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professor munson’s guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 2)

Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader

Summary: with the revealation of who your professor is, things start to become difficult

Warnings: angsty, annoyed!reader, mean!eddie, mentions of sex, suggestive language, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, cursing

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: part 2 of my new series is here! i hope you all enjoyed the first part because i’m just gonna keep writing this series hehe, i have a lot planned out for it :) enjoy! -sava

Slamming your apartment door closed, you let out an aggravated grunt, stomping towards your bedroom. Because of your sour mood, you didn’t care if you received a noise complaint from your downstairs neighbors, wanting to deal with those consequences after you got your anger out. You toss your backpack on the floor and flop onto your bed, grasping at your pillow and burying your face in it before you let out a muffled scream.

Nadia peaks her head out from her bedroom door before tiptoeing her way over to your room, knocking on the wooden door. You turn to see her face giving you a half smile, walking in and sitting on your bed next to you. She brings her hand to your back and rubs it gently, her delicate touch barely soothing you.

“What happened?” She asks.

“My asshole professor, that’s what happened. It’s only been two weeks since the beginning of the semester and he won’t stop belittling me during discussions and giving me a hard time when I ask questions during the lecture. And to top it all off,” you pause, reaching down at your backpack and gripping your first graded assignment. “He gave me a fucking C minus on the paper I worked my ass off on!”

“That dickhead,” she agrees, continuing to rub your back when you flop back onto the bed. “Do you know why he’s being so cruel?” Is he this way with other students?”

“No, not at all! It’s just me, but…there may be a tiny reason that he’s acting this way towards me,” you say. Turning your head towards her, you see her eyebrows lifted, curious and silently telling you to go on. You sit up from your place, crossing your legs as you face your body towards her, taking a deep breath. “Okay, what I’m about to tell you is very serious and cannot leave this room, got it?”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“I’m so serious. You need to promise me you won’t repeat this because-“

“I promise! Just tell me already.”

“…I slept with him.”

Her eyes bulge out of the sockets, wider than you’ve ever seen them go when telling her shocking news. Her mouth is agape, jaw nearly to the floor as she brings her hand up to cover it. You bite your lip, scratching the back of your neck as the nervousness of her reaction begins to settle in.

“When did this happen?” She exclaims, removing her mouth and grabbing hold of you hands.

“The night before the semester started. I had no idea who he was when we met at the bar. He just sat down next to me, we started talking, then we started flirting, and then, well…”

“Yeah, I think I know what happened next. So he didn’t say anything to you about being a fucking professor at our university before he put his dick in you?” She questions.

“No! We didn’t really talk about that. We just talked about music and other stuff, but now thinking back on it, it makes sense that he teaches music since he is so fucking passionate about it,” you explain. “The way I found out was when I went to class the next day. He turned around and it felt like my entire body went cold because of what we did the night before.

She moves and hand up to your shoulder, sending a sympathetic look your way. You let out a sigh, the memory of what he said to you after the first day of class ringing in your ear and turning your angry mood into a sad one.

"Are you going to sleep with him again? Or is he being all pissy because you shut him down?"

"That's the thing! He was the one to cut things off between us. The morning after before I even went to class, I could've considered maybe hitting him up again for more, but he was so rude about the confrontation that first day so I definitely don't see myself crawling back for more."

“Do you regret it? Now knowing who he is and all,” she asks.

“I don’t know. Sure, it was like, almost the best sex I’ve ever had, but because of what he said to me after class that day and his sour attitude as of late…I don’t really know,” you answer.

Standing from your bed, she turns towards the bedroom door without another word. You follow her, curious by the sudden reaction and see her standing by the phone in the living room. Raising your arms and shoulders up, you shoot her a confused look, before she holds a finger up to you.

“Hello? Hi, I’d like to place an order for a large pepperoni pizza. And also an order of garlic knots please. Yeah the address is 225 Sunberry Dr, Apartment 8. Thank you,” she hangs the phone, before dialing another number.

“What the hell are you doing now?” You ask.

“Cancelling my date with Emilia tonight. Tonight, the two of us are gonna watch movies, eat pizza, and drink some beer to forget about that asshole.”

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“Alright everyone, turn in your assignments as you walk out for the day. Have a good weekend…or don’t,” Professor Munson tells what remains of your class. You were shocked to learn that your class barely made the cut of staying together, with the school policy that classes under 7 people had to be disbanded. Your class came in to 9 remaining students. Out of 25.

Standing from your chair, you gather your things and begin heading out. You place your paper on the pile and stop before you’ve crossed the threshold of the lecture hall. Turning on your heel, you make your way to the office attached to room, knocking on the door. With a sigh, your professor turns to you.

“Can I help you?” He grunts out, tapping the stack of papers against his mahogany desk and looking to you with narrowed eyes. The grip on your backpack becomes tighter as you clear your throat.

“I was just wondering…why did I get a C- minus on the paper we did last week? You didn’t provide any feedback and I was just curious as to how I can improve going forward,” you inquire, trying your best to stay level-headed and as professional as you can be.

“Well…the assignment was to write about the genre you’re most passionate about to start the semester off,” he begins. He places the stack on his desk and swings around to the front of the surface, lightly scooching back and sitting on a clear area. “The way you wrote about your favorite genre made it seem like you weren’t passionate about it. I wasn’t convinced that you even like music to begin with, it just didn’t have any heart or depth to it. The C minus was merely on your formatting and writing abilities.”

You nod, thinking back on the words you wrote. A bit of heat rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment, biting your lip to hide to awkward smile that was slowly forming on your lips.

“Want my advice? Quit trying to suck up in the papers you write, I’m not looking for anything that needs to be published or win any sort of acclaim. The goal of the exercise was to share how you express yourself through music and why you’re drawn to it, how it makes you feel, stuff like that. Don’t try and bullshit your way through it. I said on day one that stuff like that isn’t going to pass in my class.”

“And what makes you think that what I wrote wasn’t bullshit? How can you be so dismissive of it?” You question.

“Trust me, I have an eye for this kind of stuff. I used to be the biggest bullshitter when it came to school, so I know exactly what to look for,” he answers, a smug look creeping onto his features.

You huff, rolling your eyes before turning on your heel once more, taking the few steps towards the door. It was taking all the energy you currently had inside you to not blow up at him.

“Wait, stop,” he tells you, standing from his desk and reaching out towards you a bit. You turn, crossing your arms as you raise a brow at him.

“I’m willing to let you redo the assignment for up to one letter grade increase. Just-make sure it comes from the heart okay? Make it personal, emotional, whatever. Not like you’re reciting a manual about music,” he tells you.

You can’t help but smile at the kind gesture, nodding as you grip your backpack strap again. "Thank you professor."

"Sure. Have a good weekend."

You turn once more, heading out the door. Maybe the personal vendetta he had against you was all in your head, and he was just a tough professor all around. He may have a rougher demeanor and act all tough, but secretly, Professor Munson was a softie. Maybe he didn’t have to be as bad as he let on a first…well, technically at second.

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The music in the bar swarms your senses, flooding your ears with the soft rock playing through the overhead speakers. You smile at Nadia, grasping the shot she grabbed for you as she slides into your usual booth next to you. Across from you are two of your other friends within your small group, Derek and Eli. The two guys lived on your floor freshman year, and with the amount of times you and Nadia would hang out together in the floor’s common room, it was no surprise you’d run into them on multiple occasions. Forming a great bond, you all kept up throughout the years and found yourselves sitting in the very booth you’re resting in every Friday night.

“What time is Emilia meeting up with us?” Eli asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“She’s working at the library until 9:30 tonight, so she’s gonna change and get here probably a little after 10,” she answers, taking hold of the shot glass in her hand and raising it up. The rest of you do the same, licking the salt from your hands and hitting the glasses together in with a clink, downing the liquid quickly, letting the strong taste of tequila travel down your throat in a burn. Taking hold of the limes, you squeeze the juice into your mouths and let out a sigh of relief, the boys shouting as the relish in the feeling of the alcohol beginning to overcome their senses.

“I hope y’all make it out of college. Y’all are cute together and I don’t know what I’d do if I found out you broke up,” Eli lets out, his words running together and speech slurring lightly. Eli had a habit of being a sappy drunk, letting his emotions get the best of him during many of your outings that involve alcohol. You all laugh, Derek hitting Eli’s arm and shaking his head. He turns his attention towards you, smirking a little before adverting his eyes back to Nadia.

“Have you started applying to jobs yet? I know it’s only January, but I know people who did internships over the summer who already have a nice cushy job lined up and waiting for them once they cross that stage in May,” you question. Derek nods while Eli shakes his head.

“I’m not too worried about it right now, I just want to enjoy the time we have left to be wild and stupid before getting up to face the working world every morning for the rest of our lives,” Eli says. You chuckle, tapping Nadia on the shoulder to let you out.

“I’ll be back, I'll get us another round,” you tell everyone, excusing yourself from the conversation and walking up to the bar. Leaning against the wooden surface, you wait around as you attempt to flag down that bartender.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asks.

“Four shots of tequila please.”

“Can I see your ID?”

You whip out your identification, handing it to the young man and sending a smile his way. He nods, looking up to you before running off.

“Do you want limes?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Shouldn’t you be reworking that assignment we discussed earlier today?” You hear someone say beside you. Turning, you’re greeted by none other than Professor Munson seated at the bar in the chair beside you, waving slightly as he holds his beer close to his figure. Rolling your eyes, you let out a groan as you run your hand down your face.

“Why are you always here? Don’t you have friends to see or a life to be living rather than slumming it at the go-to college bar?” You question.

“Not today specifically. Usually try to live my live on days where I'm not spending it with a bunch of kids like yourself. Ask me on Monday and I'll tell you about all my plans," he teases, bringing the glass bottle up to his puffy pink lips.

"You sure didn't think I was a kid a couple of weeks ago," you mutter out, loud enough for him to hear.

The bartender slides the four shots over to you as you roll your eyes at your professor scoffing next to you, digging around in your pocket to pay for the drinks. Sliding the card over to him, you grab hold of the shots and walk back towards your friends and set the shot glasses down. The four of your take hold of your respective glasses, taking turns passing around the salt shaker and putting a bit on the side of your hands.

“3…2…1…cheers!” You shout, licking the salt off your skin then immediately downing the tequila, feeling the burn travel down your throat. Quickly, you grab at one of the limes and squeeze the juice into your mouth, soothing the burn just a bit and adding some flavor. You all laugh as you see one another’s puckered faces contorting, soaking in the feeling of the alcohol traveling throughout all your systems and sending a buzz throughout your bodies.

Setting your glass down, you lean your head on Nadia’s shoulder as you laugh watching Eli throw an arm around Derek. Moments like these you knew you’d be missing within the next few months, so it felt nice to be able to soak it in, being irresponsible just for a little while longer.

“After the week I’ve had, I need another drink. I’ll be right back,” you tell them as you slowly rise from Nadia’s shoulder. Sauntering over to the bar once again, you stand in the same place and flag down the bartender once again.

“Another round of shots?” He ask.

“No, no. Just a Vodka Soda with house and then just close out my tab,” you tell him. He nods and turns his back to you, grasping different glasses and containers as he begins making your drink.

“You’re gonna get sick if you keep drinking at the rate you’re going,” your professor pipes up. Groaning, you turn back to him.

“Why do you even care? You’ve already made it clear that you don’t give a shit about me outside of your class, so why do you keep acting like it is the opposite?”

He pauses for a moment, taking your question and letting it sink in. The tone of your voice came out a bit hurt, mixed with the slurring of your words. He really had you believing that he could care less about you with how he’s been acting within the past few weeks, especially after your talk after the first class. He hated hearing the sadden inflection in your voice, because he was not only lying to you, but also to himself when he set things straight that day after class. He stands from his place, inching closer to you until his lips are hovering near the shell of your ear, nearly grazing over the skin that covers it.

“I was only acting like that because I’m trying to look out for you and myself. Because you’re in my class and I work at the university, we can’t do anything. But I just can't get you out of my head, sweetheart. If I had it my way, I’d be taking you home with me every night and pounding you into the mattress in my shitty apartment and making your scream my name so my neighbors can hear through the paper thin walls. Ruining every other man for you in a matter of minutes. Turning you to putty just by a simple touch,” he whispers, resting a hand on top of yours as he begins pulling away slightly to gauge your reaction.

You hate that there is a fresh wet spot forming in your panties, the mixture of his words and the alcohol running through your system making your extremely susceptible and completely turned on. You did only have a few months left to be wild and irresponsible, so why not take the risk? Worse case, you'll never have to see him again past May.

You bite your lip, looking deep into his big beautiful eyes, watching the lust swimming around his beautiful chocolate irises. Leaning closer, you copy his movements and bring your lips close to his ears. Rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand, you breathe out softly before attempting to talk, letting your breath his his neck and watching him shiver ever so slightly.

“What if no one had to know? We can always keep it our little secret, Professor.”

He shoots you a knowing look, biting his own plump pink lips as he slightly readjusts himself in his black trousers. You smirk slightly, proud of the effect you have on him as you watch the gears turn in his head, processing your suggestion and thinking of how to move about this.

“Make up an excuse and meet me in the back alley. We’re taking this back to my place because I really need to be inside you, sweetheart,” he demands in a whisper. You nod, watching him take off towards the back of the bar as he gathers his belongings. The bartender catches your attention when he slides the drink to you with a smile. Thanking him, you pay your balance and bring the drink back to your friends.

“Hey, I just got a rush of nausea like right after I ordered this so I’m just gonna go back to the apartment,” you lie, setting the glass in the middle of the table and waiting for someone to snatch it. Your friends all look at one another before Eli reaches out to the drink, beginning to chug it and making you chuckle in your place.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Nadia asks.

“No! No, I think I can make it back to the apartment, I’ll take one of the buses. Plus, Emilia will be here soon, so I don’t want you to not be with your girlfriend,” you reply, sending her a smile. You lean down and hug her, making your way around the booth to hug Eli and Derek before bidding them all farewell. Grabbing your coat, you rush out the door and swing around the facade of the building until you hit the back alleyway, seeing a taller dark silhouette smoking a cigarette.

You slowly make your way into the alley, walking up to the figure and seeing your professor features gleam in only light making the small walkway visible. He takes a long inhale of the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stomping it out with his dress shoes. He grabs you and turns your back to hit the side of the alley, his lips flying to yours as your hands find purchase in his mane of curls. His grip on your hips is tight as he deepens the kiss, the taste of nicotine fresh on his breath.

“Where. Is. Your. Car?” You ask between breaths. He pulls away and takes your hand, walking with you towards the back parking lot of the bar and unlocking an older van that has seen better days. Holding the door open for you, he smirks and leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, your hands flying to his cheek and returning the gesture.

“Buckle up sweetheart. You’re in for a wild night.”

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