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Are you staying? (Logan Sargeant)

Before the Miami GP, you fly over to spend some days with your boyfriend's family, and it turns out that you can charm more than one Sargeant

Note: english is not my first language. This is the first thing I've ever written for Logan and I'm excited and nervous to see how it goes! Nothing against other careers, but I'm a sucker for the stereotypical smart job and paired up with the friends to lovers trope, I made this! I hope it's good for my first piece for him! Also, I'm aware that Leo hasn't been in the paddock for what I can assume obvious safety reasons, but I thought of this and didn't want to leave it behind 🫣

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: mentions a previous injury

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"Is this your list, babe?", Logan said as he opened the document on his iPad after you sent it to him, reading a checklist of all the things you needed to pack last minute after he said he wanted to help you.

"Yes - actually, can you help me with it, please?", you asked as you packed your usual medication, "I already have my meds in the little bag and my chargers too, you can check those off".

"Okay, done", he offered as he crossed them with the pen, "next we have documents - passport, I'm the one with the tickets and they're in my phone as well, and Travel insurance? Since when do you do Travel insurance?", Logan wondered as you packed the documents into your bag.

"Since I'm going to motherland of paid healthcare - I don't usually get sick, but you never know! Just to my luck I could feel some pain and before I know it, I'll be knee deep into debt that no amount of working could help with! I'm just about keeping university fees covered, I can't have anymore on me", you offered as you looked at the camera. Even though the timezone was different, Logan still FaceTimed you, tucked in his bed while he saw the sunshine through the window behind you

"If it comes to that, which I hope it won't because I like you all in one piece, I would cover i-", Logan added as you shook your head.

"Let's all hope that I go and come back with pristine health and that this was just me being my forewarned self", you smiled and crossed your fingers, "what's next?", you wondered as you walked around your bedroom, looking for anything that could stand out.

You met Logan, out of all places, in the pool you had been swimming in your whole life. You never wanted to compete - for you, swimming was a way to forget about the day for a couple of hours and to ensure you were active. A couple of years ago, this boy walked inside, leaving his flip-flops on the side next to yours and he seemed to be doing some conditioning work.

Later, you found out he had picked up a muscle injury and he was there with his physiotherapist at the same time you went everyday, and by the time his treatment was over, you became good friends and it bloomed from there.

A party before his first season in Formula One was the last straw when he wasn't the only guy there who noticed how beautiful you looked. It seemed that all of the single drivers had their eyes on you, both from the novelty of your presence in the function and from the confidence you exuded. His protective side came forward, and as he was driving you back home, he didn't let you leave his place until he confessed his feelings. As it turned out, you felt the same.

"And last, but not least, lip balm", your boyfriend said in a overly exaggerated accent.

"And for that, you don't get to use this anymore!", you put the small tube on the small bag, zipping it and finding a place for it before you stuck your tongue out at him.

"That's alright - I'll just kiss you after you put it on", he smirked.

"Like that is any different from what you do now", you grumbled, closing your backpack and patting it, "I'm all ready!", you smiled.

Even though the original plan was for Logan to fly to England and then fly with you to his home country, your university practical assignments had been changed to that week and there was no way you could swap, let alone miss them. You didn't want your boyfriend to spend less time with his family because of you, so you ended up deciding that you would fly over on your own and meet him there as soon as you could.

"I miss you, I can't wait to kiss your beautiful face", he smiled.

"I miss you too, but soon enough handsome!", you said as you looked at your watch, "the train leaves later today, but I heard there was a lot of traffic so I think I'm going now", you muttered, not wanting to end the call yet but having to do it for practical reasons. Besides, Logan needed to sleep and you were sure if you didn't end the call, he would pull an all nighter.

"Don't be late, gorgeous girl - I'll dream about meeting you when you get here", Logan charmed.

"See you later, Logie! Have a good sleep!", you beamed, "don't forget to put your phone on silent because I'll text you the flight updates! I love you!".

"I will! I love you too - have a safe flight!", he smiled before his face disappeared on your screen.

Making sure everything that needed to be off was turned off and on its right place, you closed and locked the door behind you before starting your journey.

Once you had done the security checks at the airport and found your gate, the nerves on your tummy settled in. It wasn't the first time you had to fly on your own and you knew well enough where they stemmed from. You had briefly met Logan's parents a couple of times before since they travelled for some of the races, but spending time with them in their family home carried a different weight to it.

Luckily, there weren't many setbacks and the flight actually landed a couple of minutes before schedule, making you text Logan that you had already landed so he could sort the situation out.

Spotting him wasn't too hard once you saw your name on a lavender coloured cardboard and your boyfriend holding it.

"I missed you loads", he whispered on your ear, kissing under it and hugging you tight.

"I missed you too", you answered back, letting him squeeze you one last time before grabbing the cardboard, "You did this for me?", you beamed.

"Yes, one of my cousins was over yesterday and she gave me the idea to put the glitter on there", he nodded to the glittery letters.

"Yes, I definitely noticed that wasn't you", you giggled, pushing your suitcase along and to the parking lot.

"Mom wanted to come and get you, but she put in her head that the house had to be spotless, so she stayed back, and I think my dad went out to get an order my mum made for a bread she remembered you liked and she wanted you to have it", he stated, unlocking the car and popping the trunk open.

"They're going what? I don't need any special treatment, Logan, - I don't want them to think I want princess treatment!", you argued, holding onto your things, "my Goodness, your parents think I'm a snob", you groaned.

"No, they don't! They just wanted to make sure you feel comfortable and at home!", Logan offered, trying to get your backpack.

"I could sleep on the floor and be happy about it!", you grumbled before you let him get the bag.

"If you really want that, that's fine, but my bed is quite good to be fair", he smirked before you swatted his chest, helping him with the suitcase next.

"Stop making jokes, I don't want your family to think-", Logan interrupted by placing his lips on yours.

"Stop talking nonsense, my parents are excited to have you here", he spoke.

It wasn't a lie. All of his family was excited and curious to finally meet the girl that captured Logan's heart. He knew they could be a handful, and he had certainly warned you considered you came from a small family giving that your parents were only children - it wasn't so much that he thought you wouldn't feel okay, but it would definitely be a little more crowded that you were used to.

On the other side, his family's opinion mattered to him and he was nervous of what they could say. Not because of you and the person you were - he was sure you were going to be just fine, but it wouldn't be the first time that his family's opinion swayed someone the other way. His parents had met your briefly before and now you were being introduced to everyone else. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and everyone else that wanted to tag along and nitpick at you. Everyone's eyes would be on you, and so would their opinions.

"I'm choosing to believe you", you smiled, getting inside the car and watching Logan do the same.

"Did you have a good flight?", he asked as he reversed out of the space, "a lady behind me was saying that her daughter had a turbulent flight".

"It was fine, but I don't really know - I slept on the last couple of hours. Didn't think I had it in me", you tsked, "but the seat was quite comfy and there wasn't anyone in the middle seat, so me and the guy that was on the row sort of took over it and had a silent agreement to share it".

The drive to his parents' house was quick, Logan pointing to all of the spots that carried memories and special moments.

"That's my mom and my dad is also arriving behind us", he looked at his rear view mirror to check if his father had space to park.

"Hello! Welcome welcome, Y/N!", Daniel smiled and greeted you with a hug as soon as you stepped out of the car.

"Hi! Thank you for taking me in for these couple of days", you giggled.

"Nonsense! We're glad you could join us after all - did you do well in your examinations?".

"Dad!", Logan warned slightly, not wanting you to feel ambushed about it.

"They went well, yes! There's only one mark left and it should come out one of these days", you smiled, walking up to greet Logan's mother at the door.

"Hey sweetie! How have you been?", Madelyn asked, pulling you in for a tight hug.

"Hello! I've been good, and you? I hope it wasn't too much trouble having me here", you told her.

"Oh, no, don't worry! You're Logan's girlfriend, you could never be too much trouble", she offered, letting you in, "How was your flight?".

"It was good", you added, "there wasn't too much trouble with customs either, but it was quite tiring for me, I've never done such a long flight", you chuckled.

"When we got back to Silverstone, I had to take three days to recover from it! And I felt so dirty that I had to shower once we got home", she giggled.

"I might actually do that, if you don't mind - my whole body just feels icky", you admitted, knowing you had just arrived and while it maybe wasn't the way to go, it was something you wanted to do.

"Of course, of course! Logan will help you - I left the towels on your bed", she patted her son's back before he headed up the stairs as you trailed behind after excusing yourself.

You headed straight for the shower after getting your toiletry bag from the suitcase, kissing Logan's lips quickly before. When you exited the ensuite bathroom, Logan was doing his hair in the mirror.

"Don't you look handsome?", you whispered, kissing his cheek, "I must say, I'm a big fan of this longer hair", you mused.

"Thank you, love", he smiled, "are you feeling good enough to go out or do you want to stay at home?", he asked.

"I'm good - that shower really helped", you offered, "let me just get ready and then we can go - are your parents joining us?", you wondered.

"I'll have to ask, but I'm assuming they are - they made reservations for us for lunch too", he let you know.

"Okay, I'll just change quickly and sort my hair out", you kissed his cheek before looking for an outfit on your suitcase.

As soon as you were ready, you headed back downstairs so you could leave the house, Logan's mother insisting that you rode in the passenger seat next to your boyfriend, "it's not everyday we get to be driven around town", she snickered.

They pointed out at different houses of family members you would soon meet along with some friends and spots like their workplaces and favourite shops.

After lunch, Logan drove to his uncle's house, telling you about the little girl who inspired the welcoming cardboard he picked you up from the airport with, "she loves animals too, so be prepared to be ambushed with questions and a show of her stuffed toys", your boyfriend chuckled.

"It's true, Y/N! She has built her own collection and it's quite impressive!", Madelyn added.

The house was similar to Logan's parents', your boyfriend parking the car safely before you got out.

"Welcome Y/N!", an older woman said, "we've been waiting to meet you!", she smiled.

"That's my aunt, my uncle and that's my great aunt - she's my grandmother's sister", Logan said before you greeted them warmly, hearing quick footsteps on the corridor, "and that should be Millie".

A little girl no older than three years old ran up to Logan, hugging his legs and hiding behind them, "why don't you say hello to Y/N, honey?", her mother encouraged her.

Slowly, she peeled herself from the driver's legs, taking a look at you.

You crouched down so you would be in the same level, "hi Millie", you tried.

"How do you know my name?", she asked.

"Logan told me all about you - I loved the glitter you used for my name of the sign he took to get me from the plane", you smiled.

"I have more, do you want to see them, Y/N?", she beamed, stretching out her arm for you to take her hand.

"Go go, Y/N! I'll get some snacks out for us and then you can come down if you want something - we want to have a chat to get to know the girl our nephew's speaks so fondly of!", Logan's uncle winked before Millie pulled you.

Her room was decorated in a jungle theme, animal decals decorating the walls, "do you want to draw with me? Momma got me these with glue so it doesn't get messy", she explained before pulling a chair for herself, "Oh, I don't have one for you, I'm sorry".

"That's alright, love - I'll just sit on the floor", you smiled, kneeling down and getting comfortable.

Millie was an only child and from what Logan told you, there weren't many girls in the family, so she was taking full advantage of having some girly time with you.

"Millie! Poor Y/N has been here for nearly two hours!", Madelyn called for you from the door.

"It hasn't been that long, has it?", you wondered, feeling guilty to have spent that long away from them, "I didn't even notice!".

"Don't worry, honey! It's all good, we were just wondering if you two wanted to eat something", she procured.

"We'll go in a bit, auntie Madelyn! Y/N's nails are not dry yet!", Millie stated, "and I need to ask her a couple more questions about giraffes - did you know they're Y/N's favourite animal? She knows a lot about them!".

"Okay, then! Your momma has some sandwiches for you and little cakes for when you want to come down and join us - no pressure, Y/N, but she might keep you here forever now that she knows you like animals too", your boyfriend's mother squeezed your shoulder.

"Is everything alright?", Logan asked as he watched his mother get back to the living room on her own.

"Millie is holding Y/N hostage, but I think they'll be down here soon!", Madelyn offered, "I think she's in love with her".

"Looks like you've got some competition, man", Daniel told his son.

"She looked to be having a good time - she's such a sweet girl", his aunt said.

"She helps babysitting some kids, and there are not a lot of little ones in her family, and I'm sure Millie has picked her brain about her studies", Logan offered, "she's studying to be a vet".

"She's very lovely", Madelyn said spontaneously, "You would be a fool if you let her slip through your fingers. She's smart, caring, loving - I can tell from the way you look at her", she offered.

She had always been honest with him and she was known for not leaving words unsaid, but to do so in such a spontaneous and open way was surprising to Logan.

"And Millie loves her, and you know how much she hates new people - she has her seal of approval", she smiled before everyone heard giggles approaching.

"We were so entertained and having so much fun that I didn't even notice the time passing by", you apoligised as you sat down next to Logan on the sofa, Millie sitting by the coffee table and munching on the snacks.

"You have some glitter here, babe", Logan pointed out, shaking some of the yellow flakes from your eyebrow.

"I'm a bright star, of course I have it", you joked, giving him a big smile before Millie pulled on your pants' leg.

"Y/N, these are my favourite - momma and I baked them!", she offered you a small biscuit, "these bits here that look like giraffe spots are cinnamon!", the little girl smiled.

"Thank you, Millie", you accepted, taking a bit out of them and humming, "they're very very good!".

"Logan, did Y/N also teach you how to tell apart the different giraffe species?", Millie asked her cousin, choosing to sit on his thighs.

"I think she has, yes - the star shaped ones are the giraffa giraffa, right? And there's the one with 'camel' in the name because of a hump on the neck", Logan offered.

"That's right, Logan!", the little girl cheered as she drank some of the juice her mother offered in her cup.

Conversation flowed between you, his family members asking you questions about you so they could get to know you without delving into matters that you deemed too personal, which you were grateful for, and overall it was just a nice chat.

"Logan used to go around with this cap he had signed by some of the drivers - you must have been what? 10 maybe? I still remember the fight I had with him because he wanted to shower with it", his aunt laughed after clapping her hands once, "he was so adamant that the ink wouldn't budge that I had to show him that it would vanish and then he let me take it away from him".

You were loving all the childhood stories, holding Logan's hand and laughing with them, kissing his cheek once the rest of the group got up to help his aunt in the kitchen once they suggested that you stay over for dinner.

"I was a dorky kid, what can I say?", your boyfriend smiled as blush erupted on his cheeks.

"Shut up, your stories are the cutest!", you giggled, "way better than my 'I wanted to prove I was as tall as my older cousins so I fell in the pool' and 'I cut my own hair because my mum was busy with work and I thought I was helping her' stories", you argued.

"Depends on how you look at them, really", he smiled, stealing a kiss from your lips before Millie came back.

"Y/N, are you staying here with auntie Madelyn and uncle Daniel after Logan leaves?", she asked.

"Do you want me to leave, Millie?", Logan asked, feigning offense with his hand on his chest.

"No, silly - but I know you travel for work, so maybe Y/N could stay here!", she explained.

"I can't, Millie, I have school back home", you offered, noticing her shoulders fall.

"I like having you here, I like you", she muttered.

"I like you too a lot, Millie - how about we play as much as we can while I'm here, hm? You can pick my brain about anything you want, not just giraffes! Do you like tigers? Or cows?", you suggested, diverting the attention to something else.

"Tigers and cows? That's a weird combination", Logan quirked an eyebrow, "my practical exam was about cows and I was studying tigers before I left", you shrugged your shoulders.

.

"You guys can stay here whilst I do the debrief", Logan guided you inside the hospitality, letting you know where everything was in case you needed it.

You, Daniel and Madelyn engaged in conversation, hearing a couple of more stories from Logan's childhood and a few of your own stories from back home.

"It's my mum, sorry, if you'll excuse me", you said before heading outside since the signal was better there.

Once you finished your call to update your parents on how things were going there and here, you felt fabric run over your sandals, looking down to see a small dachshund puppy.

"Hey there, little one", you bent down to pet him, "you look like you're lost, hm? Who do you belong to?", you mused, rubbing his belly once he flopped down.

Behind you, you could hear Alex's and Logan's voice approaching and then you spotted Lily too.

"Hey, Y/N!", she waved, "Since when do you and Logan have a puppy? It's so cute!", she beamed.

"Hi! We don't, I just found him, or he found me I guess", you mumbled.

"This looks like Charles' dog, doesn't he?", she mused again.

"Have you two seen a small dachshund- Oh! Tell Charles he's here!", Logan said as he spotted the dog on your lap while Alex began calling the monégasque driver.

"He's here, Charles!", your boyfriend called once he spotted the Ferrari driver, "Animals just find their way to her, I guess", he joked as he watched you play with the dachshund puppy.

"Look at your puppy teeth - do you know what this one is called? I know, Leo! I go to university so I can treat little ones like you, but also the big ones! Have you met big dogs too?", you mused, all too happy with the puppy who seemed to be happy at the attention he was getting.

Charles approached you as you got up, carrying the puppy and giving him to him, "Oh no, Leo - did you run away from your parents?", you asked the dog, "now, that's not something nice to do, is it? They were probably worried about you, little guy!", you said before letting him go back to Charles.

"Thank you! He seems to have liked you", he pointed out, holding Leo in his arms.

"He just came in here and started playing with my shoelaces", you smiled.

"Leo does that a lot - last week, he found my sandals and he was a puppy on a mission running away from me with them!", Alexandra chuckled.

By the time the sprint race was happening, you sat in the garage and watched the whole race, waiting to see about the penalties they were handing out, seeing Logan ended up with P10.

"That was a good run, though, wasn't it?", you asked your boyfriend once he was able to be with you, "some learning curves for tomorrow at least".

"The balance was a bit off, but we'll look into it", he stated, kissing your forehead before also greeting his parents.

"I'm going to the bathroom", you excused yourself.

After discussing the sprint, his parents took the opportunity that you weren't there to talk to Logan about you.

"She loves you a lot, I can tell - I just hope we haven't been too much for her, this whole things is too much as it is", she gestured to the whole paddock and figuratively to the life her son led.

"The whole media attention definitely isn't her favourite thing, but she's been doing well, we speak about it every now and again to check and make sure we're both well with all of it. She's very private and her friends and family also help a lot with arranging stuff and being careful with those sorts of things", Logan offered.

"She's an incredible young woman, and you two are great together", Daniel complemented his wife's opinion.

All doubts of whether it had been right or not to bring you home for a few days washed away as Logan heard his parents talk about you like you were one of their own, welcoming you into their family so seamlessly and listing and pointing out all of the things that attracted Logan to you in the first place. You fit right in with his family and Logan couldn't be prouder of that.

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The Vice Housewardens in the car with their lover who drives like a maniac.

Summary: Blame your parents for teaching you this. Now you can't stop driving like you're in a race with cars, so you're scaring the hell out of your boyfriend.

Ft. Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook & Lilia x Gn!Reader [Seperate]

Established relationship for all<3 Trey foaming, Jamil being KAITO vibes and uh, Thas all. Rook being Rook.

A/n: Holy god YALL WERE SO SWEET WITH MY LAST POST ABT THE HOUSEWARDENS so with due happiness, Have a vice housewardens edition. (No ortho bcs uh, no)

! do not repost or translate my works anywhere. do not copy or use my works in any site, Reblogs are appreciated alot though !

Trey Clover

Worried. That's the only thing he has in mind.

He wouldn't try to be so worried, he would attempt to keep calm but end up being so panicked in life.

Who even opened your cage??

Well- Obviously it was him. He opened your cage and let him out to love so the blame is on him.

You just wanted to meet his family, You know, Get to know them before marrying him after you both graduate /j

Trey knew they would love you so much, You're sweet afterall.

Just uh.. Sweet in second place while recklessness goes in first.

So it's a weekend, And you plan to meet his family. But for a good first impression- You forced Trey to sit down on the fudging passengers seat before you whack him with a grandma's teeth.

That threat didn't scare him at all, btw. But when you mentioned you're gonna stop brushing your teeth guess who sat inside like a passenger princess

You obviously won't stop but you're happy it worked. Now you know what to use the next times.

To ease the tension between you both that happened for some reason, You laugh at him while driving.

Definitely laughing while calling him a princess.

"Hahahahaha princess Trey. Hahahahahah IWasAGirlInTheVillageDoingAlright----" coming out of your mouth

You love slandering Trey in a lovely way<3

Trey leans his forehead on the door, silently crying at the way you're teasing him for being at the passengers seat.

The muscular boyfriend being the princess was amusing your satisfaction of slander.

He'll definitely get you next time. He swears on that. (He will lose I swear)

You take a turn to the highway, catching a sign.

Ooh, shiny sign~

You stick your tongue out and start driving as if you were racing with these random cars.

What does Trey do?? Literally have a late reaction and press his back harder against the car seat, trying not to move alot.

He tries to speak the idea of menacing-ly driving out of you, but it fails to his ego.

It makes it even worse with the way you just gesture him to be quiet.

You laugh, Catching the sign you've always wanted to do again. You do this multiple times but.. Once a week isn't always hitting different. You press your feet against the pedal, pushing it as the car continued to speed faster. Trey stares at nothing before reacting startled in 2 seconds. He felt his soul disappear. What the actual cupcakes and cakes does he do?? Trey leans his back against the seat of the car, trying his best to not fall forward. "[Name]. [N-Name] please. [Name] Stop-" Trey begs, but you put up a hand infront of him. "Uh uh, Shut up, princess." "W-we can do that too.. That's fine- We're totally not gonna die. TOTALLY NOT GONNA D- [NAME]!!! THE CAR WAS ABOUT TO HIT US- STOOOOP-"

Spoiler alert: You don't stop.

Plus, It was just one car. You shrug, humming while taking rough turns.

Trey looks at you. Like, Girly pop- (even if ur not a girl, cater taught him those.)

Girly pop-- Why. Why are you being like this.

Trey smiles nervously, Totally not sweating from nervousness if you both are gonna die here.

He hasn't even given Riddle the best tarts ever, or say goodbye to his family.

You are ending his life right here right now??

From your rough driving, He's definitely about to faint. Never in his life has he seen a person drive like there's no tomorrow.

You take another rough turn, and another, and another. The way to his home has alot of turns..

You don't even know what you're doing and why you keep taking alot of turns but ok.

And plus, nobody seems to be complaining about a crazy mf driving so you're all good that's what you know.

So taking the last turn before driving to his home, you had to slow down as quick as you can and pull on the breaks.

Look at your right, babes!

Trey is dead :D

Trey is foaming :D

You literally just killed Trey and now he's foaming.

What do you have to say about that now??? You have killed your boyfriend just with the way you drive! :DD

You literally have millions to explain to Trey and his family.

Who tf taught you that, why, where, when and what.

It was fun but at what cost??

You take a turn, catching Trey's house in the distance. You press your foot hard against the pedal to slow down, then pulling the breaks to stop the car fron going any further. Lucky you, Your parents put doubke safety in the seatbelt so the people in the car including you won't go flying in the air! You lean your head on the head rest, laughing at the fun.

"Haha! Trey that was- TREY- HOLY F-" You see your boyfriend foaming, his head placed against the side of the head rest. He shakily nods, trying to get the seatbelt off of him before opening the door and falling flat on the floor. "TREY YOUR GLASSES-" Trey lays flat on the floor like a paper. "Goodness-" You laugh. "Well- I got alot of explaining to do. Tooooo your family..." You hop out of the car, locking the doors and lifitng Trey up, his arm around your shoulder as you guide him through the door of his house.

Ruggie Bucchi

It's a second years thing to feel horrified around you. Maybe 17 is a good age to be horrified with a driver lile you.

Also you cannot tell me this man isn't a vice housewarden he was in charge of the dorm in book 6 while leona was out doing flips

He knows he's done these kinds of things when he's on a broom, But he doesn't know you're capable of doing a cars version.

Listen, He just wanted to chill in Shaftlands because you were.. Well, A bit desperate to bring him to this one field of flowers.

The only reason he agreed was because he loves you and you said there were dandelions there.

Also, You said there's a repayment if he agreed. Who would say no to that??

Let me tell you one thing Leona witnessed, Ruggie choking on his water when he saw you in such a stunning outfit.

You already looked pretty to him in general, So you killed him double just by seeing you in an outfit you planned out.

You both arrive at your car, and you open the door for him before you enter the driver's seat.

There we go! Now you both just have to drive all the way there.

You felt Ruggie look at you, and look away. Look back. Okay, they know: look away. Waaait.. Look bac- Nevermind they're looking.

It was adorable at how his ears twitch when he got caught looking at you, as he casually looks out the window.

hand under his chin while the elbow is comfortably placed on a surface of the car door

If only you could take a picture of that. Ugh. The pain...

You chuckle then remember one thing.

Damn, How the heck did you forget about the snacks at the back seat.

You remind Ruggie and Swoop! The hyena is hanging on the side his car seat, trying to get a snack he wants to eat.

You see his tail when you look to your side. You try not to hold it, but intrusive thoughts win. And there, you booped his tail. He jumped and quickly looks at you.

He has questions, But you acted like nothing happened and continued looking at the road.

You hum, Still trying to think if you should take a picture of him. You're driving though.. You need the best view and quality if you're gonna keep it. You sigh. Guess you can't do it.. You focus back on the road. "I'm hungry." Ruggie suddenly says, Which makes you remember of something. "Oh yeah- Don't worry about that, There's food behind you." Ruggie immediately takes a look at the back seat. "Oh heck yeah! Food!" He slides in between the passenger and driver's seat, and your eyes only focus on his tail. You softly raise your hand, and hold it. "Ay! What're you doing?!" "Nothin. Just feeling~"

this crazy mf.

Ruggie takes chips, why not.

Oh, He also feeds you. You're just chilling, driving calmly that totally won't turn into a menacing drive in a minute or two.

He just passes you a chip. And if you refuse it, He will pull up the worst yet best threat.

"If you don't eat it after our date you'll find out the gasoline in your car is gone replaced with water in your gas, and the front is smoking from chips in the machines."

Oh damn. That hit your race car driver persona hard.

You slowly lean sideways to take the chip in your mouth.

Well, he certainly knows how to make you take the food he's feeding you.

While he eats, You see your buddy.

THE SIGN- THE SIIIIIGN

You tell Ruggie to buckle up and protect his chips. He doesn't know why you had to say that but he does it anyways.

You had to make sure Ruggie has his sealtbelt on, and his chips well-protected before speeding up.

Calm driver [Name] = Crazy mf [Name]

Now he knows why you told him.

He holds back, He tries to hold everything he sees, his chips- HIS CHIPS-

He pulls up the 'stop the car' phrase

You don't stop. Ruggie is now horrified and traumatized.

LEONA NEVER DROVE LIKE THIS???

do you perhaps need the therapist after this??

Why're you driving like a black hole is chasing yall????

Sigh. And he hasn't even said goodbye to his grandma 😧

He isn't reacting crazy like Trey, he's just.. laughing. (laughing like furina /hj)

Forget the Sheeheehee, He needs HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA???????!!!

You take the biggest turn ever, causing Ruggie to bump his head on the car window.

Then you stop the car

If you look, you just murdered someone.

Obvi ruggie isn't dead fr but he literally has his head low, the seatbelt holding him back from falling forwards and his chips.

Oh. Well..

Order of the court, [Name] is Guilty ☝

You see the field of flowers in the distance, You just need to take a turn... You hold the steering wheel tightly and turning it, making the rough turn. You slow down the car, before pressing on the breaks. "Aaand- Done! We're he- Ruggie??" You look at Ruggie. "Ruggie- Are you- RUGGIE???" You tap him, multiple times. And still won't wake up. "Ah.. I think I went too far.." "YA THINK??!"

Ruggie raises his head back up, startling you. "BITC- WE ALMOST DIED." "Yeah I know but atleast we're still alive??" You shrug. "WHAT EVEN WAS THAT???" You take the keys of the car in your hands. "Errr- No limit speed highway?" You answer. "WHAT IS THAT??" You open the car door, stepping out of the car. "Come on, I'll tell you about it, get outta the car with your snack." Ruggie leaves in a moment of silence. "I don't want to get out of the car..." "So you want me to carry you? C'mere Ruggie." "I want to get out of the car."

Jade Leech

Again, Horrified. But that's only when the process is happening, when it ends he's gonna be smug about it, shocked, but smug. And- He's never been in a car. And a driver who drives like a drunkard rushing to get home due to curfew.

He's glad he found a lover like you, caring, and even cares for the twin, not just him. But you focus on him more than Floyd.

That's just his biggest quality he loves about you, you care for his family but you still focus on him.

Like- Jade's hungry? You get him food but before going, you ask Floyd if he's also hungry and if he says no you make sure triple times he's sure of his answer.

If Floyd does say yes, You grab a snack and throw it at him without warning. It's just how you both bond with each other.

You're caring in Jade's perspective, Reckless, But caring. He has alot of likes about you.

Which is why in order to fulfill your biggest quality too; He asks you what you desire to do the most.

You tell him you like to drive.

So he asks you on a late night drive date.

You're incredibly happy. So happy you start flopping around your room /not literally but think what you wanna think

So now you both are in the car with a bunch of snacks in a basket on Jade's lap.

You're ready to drive!!

Jade would be amazed at the controls and ask they mean, so you answer while trying to find the beach that connects to the coral sea.

Because you want Jade to be happy that it's connected to the coral sea. Even if his home might be far away, you still want to do it.

Also, There's alot of sparkling stuff in the sand, It's a place you always went when it's your parents' anniversary.

You haven't really thought of what you both should do, but you thought of going to that one restaraunt near the beach.

And look at the views, stargaze.

It would also help with your assignment, it was required to look at the stars and study it anyways.

On your way, you see the no limit sign.

The happiness is inside you.

Also, reminder that Jade also does not know about these signs.

Probably knows the speed ones but doesn't know the no limit speed sign, or if it even exists.

Do these type of signs exist underwater??? Probably not.

So confusions just happened to stay inside of Jade, Wondering why you're driving faster. Alright, He's heard alot about speeding up and why driving fast is dangerous, That's just what he heard from other students.

So why are you speeding-

Your bestfriend appears infront of your eyes, oh, the no limit speed sign. "Buckle up, Jade, Things are gonna get messy." Jade looks at you. "What do you mean by that- Also, Why are you speeding??" He tries to read your body language, only to see your hands sturdy against the steering wheel, Your eyes narrowing at the road and foot pressed on the accelerator. "[Name], are you sure this is safe." "Yep. Trust me in this." "Are you sure. Double sure?" "Yep."

The more the car accelerates, the more Jade starts to get worried, but remain calm.

Overtaking cars and you aggressively turning the steering wheel is quite scary to him, for some reason.

Like he knows the possiblity of death if you crash into another car, so if you are a professional in driving, then why are you even driving like that as if you know those kinds of rules even exist-???

Forget confusions, His emotions turn into terror when you perfectly overtake another car that was also speeding, how???

Jade was amused, only for a second before you dodge a car that was in your way.

He felt that fear in his body. Definitely.

You remember the road leading to the beach, so you start to wonder: When tf will this no limit speed road end

i mean you don't want it to end at all, but you can tell your boyfriend is near vomitting.

Can't seem to stop though, the cars are also fast, so you can't slow down.

You see the sparkles of the sand, so you take a turn, and drove over a bump that caused Jade to hit his head.

You look for a spot to park in an instant, and drove to it before stopping the car.

Jade will definitely throw up. He will actually throw up.

He has to ask his questions though; He didn't know you would be able to pass through the speed without panicking.

Is he still up for eating?? Maybe, He'll manage to get over it.

You pull the breaks, making you both jerk forward a bit. You stare at nothing, slowly smiling to laughing. "Haha! Oh my goodness! That was so fun-" You lean your back against the seat and exhale a soft sigh. "Wasn't it Ja- Oh. A-are you okay??" You ask. "Just a bit sick. But it was quite impressive." Jade answers. "You know you could just throw up outside-" "No." "Uh.. 'Kay, If you say so.. There's a plastic in the trunk- You wanna-" "No." You sigh. And you did it again.

"Like I said, That actually impressed me. So no need to feel guilty." Jade smiles. "Oh.. Thanks?" "Though- How come you never told me you knew these kinds of tricks?" He leans closer to you. "Well It's not really what I'd call tricks- My parents just taught me this and now I consider it as my habit-" "Hmm.. Interesting. Interesting indeed." He nods. You also nod, but gulp from the sudden nervousness. "S-so you still up for food?.." "Yes." "You sure?" "Yes." "You sure you won't throw up?" "Yes I'm sure." "Okay.."

Jamil Viper

Save him. That's all I have to say. He starts apologizing to everyone, and thank everything when he's still alive.

He is the only person between you and Kalim that is sane. You both are an issue in his mind.

Atleast he still loves you, but sometimes he just has to have a crisis atleast twice a day with you and Kalim doing the craziest things known to humanity.

He fits every swearing memes because of you, He has to stop Kalim flying higher on his broom, and when he looks back at you, You plan to jump off the broom from high up.

You're one year older than him, Why are you being more troublesome than him?? (Well, Maybe because he's literally someone that doesn't want to mess up their hair because it took 1 hour to be styled that way.)

You have the full adult pass, but he feels like you need the kiddie pass.

Aside from crying over you and Kalim's stupidity, He still loves you alot.

Cooks for you, You help him with a homework if he doesn't know, And you teach Kalim about the lesson instead of Jamil because baby is stressed :<

He needs to have a break, so you're here teaching what you know from last year.

Reckless people can still focus on lessons well, yk?? Like Ace, Carefree, but good at math.

You always have to talk to Kalim in your own way, like the 'dinner tomorrow me' (tell me yall seen that meme before 😭)

And for that, Jamil needs to give you kissies because you literally helped Kalim understand.

After you go to him, He literally is laying on his bed (Ahem, You forced him to go take a nap. Knocked him out with a pan /j.)

He stares at you and the moment you say "all good he understands" He shouts a hard question to Kalim who is just by his door and Kalim just answers it correctly.

What does he do? Get up, Tell Kalim to close the door, and when he does..

Lifts you up, Throws you on the bed and jumps back on the bed, cuddling with you.

Just imagine him doing the cannonball thing and clinging on you.

While you both sleep together, He just whispers. "I wanna have a date with you tomorrow."

You snore in response. How tf is he gonna understand what you said

You open your eyes and nod, a yes.

Jamil thought you were about to say no but something kicked him and said you mf that was a yes

But with that, He smiled.

On the date you volunteered to be the one driving. The best places that Vil told you both were this one restaraunt with the best views.

You knew what he was talking about, But Jamil was a bit confused.

So you surprise him with it, He's wondering where you're planning to take him or if it's kidnapping, but meh.

While you two were just driving, You spot your bestie.

Oh bestie sign.. How much we miss you.

Jamil's heart races in an instant seeing the sign and the car slowly getting faster. speechless, then when you overtake the car for his first time he sees you do that,

and probably lets out a girly scream.

He apologize to everyone in the middle of his mumbles at this point.

You spot the sign, and smirk. Jamil hums and looks at the sign with the same moment as the car speeding. He looks at you, then infront of him that slowly starts to speed more. Speed more than what he thought. "[Name]- What are you doing. [Name]-- AAAAH-" He watches you overtake a car perfectly, He mumbles inaudible words, But you know it's about how worried he is. "And I am s- THE CAR- KALIM, I AM SORRY FOR PURPOESELY PUTTING EXTRA SALT IN YOUR BOWL, I WAS FORCED BY FLOYD, AZUL I AM NOT SORRY FOR THROWING YOU AND JADE I AM SORRY FOR COOKING YOUR MUSHROOMS-"

You definitely would laugh at him apologies, He did those??

You imagine yourself in a race, driving and trying to get in first place. If you want the perfect time to look at the view, You have to be early.

You gotta be, This is your boyfriend you're talking about.

Jamil be hitting that KAITO god is a woman scream, you could even play the background music in your head and listen to him hitting the high note.

It's not a too slow ride because you have absolutely no time for driving slowly, You need to get there in order to get the best seats for a view.

It's like trying to fight over the last stock of something.

Throw others and get the stock, buy it.

You finally take the stop, Jamil thanking Kalim, Floyd and Jade for forgiving him (As if they know he's apologizing 😭)

You look at him, and his gaze is piercing into your soul, so what do you do? Look at his nose and not his eyes because you can already tell he's waiting for you to look at him in the eyes.

Definitely to hypnotize you to drive slower, What else??

You tell Jamil you guys are already here though, so he looks away from you and looks at the restaraunt.

damn, that's one fancy restaraunt.

You pull on the breaks, exhaling a huff and smiling. "Satisfied?" Jamil breaks the silence, his voice a bit more.. Ehh, Threatening. You knew what it meant. He was staring at you. You look at him, your eyes moving to his nose. "Aahhh, Yeah.." You mumble. "You. Almost. Killed. Us." "Yeaahhh.. You may think that but-- My parents taught me well, I know how to handle that without dying!" You answer. "Don't care. You should've warned me." You sigh. "We're here though."

You point at the restaraunt, Jamil looks out the car window. "Dang, that's one fancy restaraunt." He whispers. "Yeah, Vil told me this is a restaraunt with the best views." You chuckle. "Reviews or literal views?" "Both, but what I'm pointing out right now are views. Like, a beautiful sunset by the window." Jamil hums. "I still don't forgive you for nearly giving me a heart attack, but alright." "Will you forgive me if I buy you curry? Extra seasonings." "You are forgiven, Let's go."

Rook Hunt

Unfazed. Because he knows everything. Everything and Everything about you. He's not even surprised at your skills.

Ever since he started dating you, the things he found out about you were the way you drive, and who taught you those.

Basically everything about you he knew, and you knew he knew because you heard of Rumors.

Rumors that he's a stalker :l

Did that rumor disturb you? No, Did it disturb other people that you didn't feel scared of the rumor about him?

Also no, Because they have no care in life of what could happen to you.

That's one thing he was glad, that you weren't afraid of him.

Your efforts in trying not to blush when you saw a quick photo of him during first years, or the ones that Vil quickly showed you before Rook sees him showing you.

even if he was literally right behind you both.

It scared you a bit, but he was completely fine with you looking at his old photos that you definitely remembered.

You had to ask the world why his freckles had to go. Like if his fluffy hair is gone, then atleast bring back his freckles.

Also--- How did he manage to get your first year pics??

You kept that in your room!

Anyways, Enough about the past, y'all are def fond of having dates. Though, You never really have gone through a no limit speed sign.

That is, Until Rook thought you should finally meet his family. You both are gonna be in fourth year soon anyways.

So here you are, In sunset savanna, with your car. (Don't ask how it got there. Nobody knows how cars transport to another land too.)

Survive the heat babyyyy...

Lilia Vanrouge

Rook knows all about sunset savanna, even the places with the no limit sign. Literally where exactly you two are heading at right now.

Just as you were talking to Rook, listening to his stories about his family.

The moment you see it, Hallelujah, God answered your prayers. THE SIGN-

You see the sign, and you get so so so so so very happy.

Rook knew you were gonna have that reaction.

"Go take a right when you see two ways. Anyways- Then my mother was all--" You hum while Rook was your GPS, You take a right leading to a highway, As you saw a sign. Of course, To avoid getting stopped by a police, You look at the sign and see something very.. Unexpected. Rook chuckled. "Huh. [Name], Surprising right?" He smiles at you. "Go Crazy, Amour." Rook gestures you. You smile at him and snap your knuckles.

You do what he tells you to do, You went crazy on the highway. Driving, overtake, driving, overtake.

If someone asks you what your favorite words are, It would be Racing, Driving, And Overtaking.

Rook would chuckle at how professional you are. He was aware of your skills, but he's never seen it.

So now, He gets to see it.

While you drive, He grabs his camera and points it at you taking as much as pictures he can get to place on his wall inside that damn wallpaper 💀💀

You don't mind, Atleast it's you he's taking pictures of, not other people that might get you all jealous.

He literally does not care how aggressive you can go with driving.

Just as long as he has pictures of this lovely moment, that he can hold on for a long time.

When you finally spot the area Rook has been telling you about, You spin the steering wheel and slow down, to wait for Rook to tell you to stop.

Well, Damn, time to meet his family.

You laugh, The feeling of speed finally getting to fill in your oxygen! You spot the area Rook described once, and turned to it. You slowed the car down. "Rook, Hun, Tell me when to stop." You hum before looking at him. "Wait- Are you okay? I didn't scare you did I now??" Rook shakes his head. "No, you didn't scare me even once, Amour." "Good.. I thought I scared you as usual when I drive with my friends."

Rook leans in closer to you. "Oh, You don't scare me at all. In fact- I get really impressed with just a single act of yours." You gulp, Ah. Do. Not. Blush. You nod softly. "Please tell me when to stop already. My hands are shaking." "Heh, Well- It's right over... Here. Stop." You pull the breaks, turning off the engine of the car. Rook grabs you by the wrist gently. "Woah, Calm down, What's with the hurry, Cher��e?" "Nothing, I'm just trying to make a good first impression." "I'm certain you don't need to. Just act the way you are."

Unfazed aswell. He's gone to war before. That's worse than your driving skills. Just a bit startled at how sudden it was, but then got used and also decided to vibe with you.

Lilia is like the supportive bf, While you're a very.. Reckless lover.

But even with that, You still love to care. Like Silver! He Is just- Sleeping so you place your folded blazer on his head for a pillow.

And you always love to tap on Lilia's hair. Y'know, the part that stands up??

It's just so perfect.

how does it form so perfectly like that.

And he loves your reactions to whenever he scares you. That's amusing.

You always wonder why he never judges with how dangerous the situations are around you,

because he was a general, ykwim??

He's been in more dangers than you, and always nearly dying.

While you- Yeah okay you also almost die in all moments.

First of all, Who lets you have a skateboard and skate on bars that lead down the hill???

Second of all, Who just let you to jump off the balcony with your broom.

You are in such luck that every danger you stumble upon on, Lilia is always there to save you. (Xiao referenceee)

Oh, You're falling down the stairs? Coincidentally, Lilia was passing by the stairs and just catches you!

And he knows what you want. If you wanted to ask him on a date, He just looks at you and asks you first.

Happy, You nod and laugh crazily in your mind.

You wanted it to be a night drive, Because Lilia is not a morning person. That's what you took note of.

but..

Who's driving? You and Lilia look at each other. You volunteer, so Lilia just follows your orders and sits inside like a princess. (On purpose to make you smile.)

He has a princess pose, All elegant. (Definitely got that from Meleanore when they were kids)

You enter the car, asking Lilia if he wants to play music.

of course he does, why doesn't he want to.

You turn the music on, Vibing and screaming lyrics as you both just drive around.

Probably go stop to get food and stop driving for a while before going back to driving around.

While you two vibe, You both see the sparkling sign.

He knows what the sign means, And you do too.

So you step on the pedal as quick as you can.

it startled Lilia, But then got used to it as he started to vibe louder, making you want to shout out the lyrics too.

You see a sign in the distance, so you take a closer look at it and see; A white circle shaped sign with 5 black stripes. Where have this sign been your whole life. You look at Lilia for a quick second to make sure he has his seatbelt on tightly, and you step on the accelerator pedal. "Woah!- Well- Aren't you in such a mood." Lilia leans back on his seat, bringing his hand closer to the radio and putting the volume a bit more higher. You look at Lilia. "You're in a fun mood too, Ya know."

Empty highways with no limit speed rules are just the best to you both.

where you both can just scream out the lyrics and vibe.

There's more to the vibing, but the most things you both do is sing along.

Tell me when he would stop because he will never.

And tell me he won't vibe into That's what I like by Bruno Mars.

Because he would hear you vibe and he vibes aswell.

Ignore the scary and rough turns you do, he just loves the adrenaline run in you both as if you both share the same adrenaline.

Now this: This is the life with you both. It would've been more fun with cars were around where you could overtake them and laugh with Lilia, but I guess this is better than nothing.

"SAY YOU WANT A GOOOOOOOOOD TIIIIIIME" coming outta you and Lilia.

Trust me when I say when you both finally take a stop near a drive-thru, yall's voices are done.

The person speaking to take your orders might be wondering 'why tf are these two's voices so dry?? You both need like, free water or something??"

You pull the breaks, Cheering with Lilia. "WOOO!!" You yell. "Ahhh- What fun that was!" He stretches, turning the volume down. "This is probably one of the best dates I've ever had." You whisper. "Not the one where you managed to trick random people into thinking there's a mimic at the amusement park during midnight?" "Hey! That one goes in first."

"Hmm, You sure?" Lilia laughs. "Yes I'm sure now be quiet!" You cross your arms. "Ah, Our voices are so dry." Lilia points out, And you clear your throat. "Yeah Clearing our throat doesn't help at all. Luckily, There's a drive-thru right infront of us." You point at it. "Well that's a perfect moment." Lilia chuckles. After a moment of silence, Lilia breaks it. "....Can I be the one to drive now?" "Sure. Show me what you got, Bat." "Oh I will Darling."

Author's End Note: Hiiii This took so long because my tumblr was broken as heck (insert really cool end note)

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You're the Only Girl for Me- Chapter 20

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August 1st 2021

Airielle jumped and let out a gasp as someone knocked on her driver's side window. 

“Girl, are you okay?” Trinity asked her. “How long have you been down here? Yas is still upstairs waiting for you.” 

Airielle just shrugged, she didn’t know how long she actually sat in the garage. Her mind was all over the place, because she had to be imagining Christopher… right? There was no way in hell he was in Pensacola. What were the actual chances? 

“Airi?” Trinity called out again, unlocking her phone and sending a quick text to Yas who was down in the garage at record breaking speed. 

“Airielle?” Yas called out her name as she got closer to her car. She looked over at Trinity who shrugged. 

“I was going to my car and found her out here.”  Trinity sent a quick text message to her husband telling him that she was staying with Airielle, there was no way she was leaving her best friend after seeing her in this state. 

“Sweetie.. Come-on” Yas said softly as she unbuckled Airielle’s seatbelt and gently pulled her out of the car. “What happened?”

“He-He” Was all Airielle could get out, as Trin and Yas led her back up the elevator to her apartment. Yas sighed, suddenly feeling guilty that she told Airielle to go talk to Josh.  Yas and Trin helped Airielle into her apartment and sat her down on the couch. Trinity went into the kitchen to call Josh and give him a piece of her mind while Yasmine sat on the chair and watched her cousin.

Yasmine had only seen Airielle like this one other time and that was on their vacation to California last summer where they almost ran into Christopher. He didn’t see them but Airielle damn sure saw him and shut down for the rest of the vacation, refusing to leave their hotel room. But there was no way… right? 

Airielle didn’t know how long she had been sitting on the couch, all she knew was that her body no longer felt numb.  “He’s in Pensacola, Yas.” Airielle whispered and Yasmine felt her heart drop into her stomach.  “I went to the pier to clear my mind after going to Josh’s and when I opened my eyes, he was there. Just staring at me.”  Airielle whispered and all Yasmine could do was blink at her, she was trying to form words but her brain had stopped working. “He wasn’t real though, right?” Airielle asked, her eyes pleading with Yasmine to agree.  Yasmine nodded instantly

“He wasn’t real Airi, I promise.” Airielle let out a shaky breath and let herself sink into the couch. 

“He wasn’t real.” Airielle repeated. But no matter how many times she said it, she knew it wasn’t true, and him being in Pensacola was only the beginning.

August 20th 2021

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850-876-5643: Airielle talk 2 me  850-876-5643: Please 850-876-5643: just answer the phone so i can explain.  850-876-5643: stop ignoring me. 

Airielle threw her phone in her bag as she entered The Footprint Center in Phoenix, Arizona. Josh had texted her every damn day trying to explain himself and he honestly didn’t need to. He was single and could do whoever he wanted to. He didn’t owe her an explanation but he was hell bent on giving her one. 

Airielle definitely needed those two weeks off, Paul had even granted her an extra week after Airielle lied and said she had a death in the family.. It was wrong but shit, the mere thought of going back outside and probably running into Christopher scared her shitless. She had somehow managed to survive off of whatever she had in her cabinets and pantry which mainly consisted of canned goods and chex mix. 

“Hey.” Airielle jumped - she’s been doing a lot of that lately- “Woah.” Josh said, holding his hands up as he walked closer to her. “ I didn't mean to scare you Rih, You good?”

“You look nice.” He said and she rolled her eyes. 

“Josh, wassup?” 

Josh was taken aback by her standoffish attitude, she had never been like this with him. “You been ignoring me. I wanted to talk about what happened.” Airielle let out a soft grunt and looked around,checking her surroundings,  she had been doing a lot of that lately, too. She let out a quiet hum as she noticed Yara and Zelina standing by the other end of the hallway, looking in her direction. 

“Rih.” Josh called out, cupping her jaw and bringing her attention back to him. “I ain’t mean for that to happen. I was hurt and upset and-” 

“Josh , stop” She cut him off, removing his hand from her face. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. You’re single, you can do whatever you want.” She tried to walk around him but he stepped in her way. 

“Bullshit, you’re upset.” Airielle sighed and closed her eyes. She was on the verge of a breakdown and she needed to get away from Josh ASAP. 

“I’m not upset.” She lied and Josh knew she was lying. But there was nothing he could do about it and it pissed him off. He wanted her to talk to him and to stop keeping shit bottled up inside.  “Can I go now?” 

Josh sucked his teeth and moved out of the way, letting her pass. For some reason he felt as if he had cheated on her and he wanted to fix things, but shit.. She kissed Raymond first. He sucked his teeth again and walked in the opposite direction to start getting ready for his match against Rey Mysterio. 

Airielle held her head up high as she strutted past Yara and Zelina, she had almost walked past them when Yara reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. 

“Hey, um- i’m gonna need you to stay away from my man.” Yara stated, flipping her cheap ass wig over her shoulder. Airielle scoffed and looked around to see who she was talking to. 

“Excuse me.” 

“Don’t play dumb. You know that’s my nigga now. You’re old news, you have no need to be talking to him anymore.” 

“Girl, get the fuck off of me.” Airielle laughed, snatching her arm out of Yara’s grasp. 

 “I'm being so forreal right now. I might be new, but he’s my man and you're getting too comfortable.” Airielle had to giggle at the look of anger on Yara’s face. 

“Maybe you should be having this conversation with ya’ man. He been blowing my phone up for days.” 

“All I'm saying is stay away from my man.” Airielle sighed and rolled her eyes.  oh boy.

“Tell your man to stay away from me.” Airielle winked and shouldered her way past an angry Yara and amused Zelina. 

Airielle : 1  

Yara : 0

Sooo... hope i didn't disappoint w/ this chapter 😭

Yara is a grade A BITCH but Airielle can handle that ass.

I like how Josh's number is no longer saved in her phone neither lol

it went from being Josh to Josh ❤️ to J.Uso and now just a number lmao.

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[scoonsalicious]

3.1 Bucky

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex, toxic plants (it's Lily, guys; Lilies are toxic)

Word Count: 929

Previously On...: You and Bucky were amazing together <3

A/N: The morning after.

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Around mid-morning, Bucky came walking back into the common room of the Compound, a spring in his step and whistling an old Big Band tune. He made his way over to the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator and grabbing himself a bottle of orange juice.

“Well, well, well,” Sam sniggered from where he sat at the dining table, eating a bowl of cereal, with Steve at his left. “Look who’s just waltzing home in yesterday’s clothes after being out all night. James Buchanan Barnes, are you doing the Walk of Shame?”

Bucky took a swig of juice and smiled at his two friends. “Not sure what that is, exactly, Big Bird, but I can promise you that I am feeling no shame right now.”

Sam and Steve exchanged a look of surprise. “Last night’s clothes? A smile on your face? No sarcastic comeback? Why, Steve, I do believe our grumpy little friend got himself laid last night!”

Bucky grinned; he couldn’t even be bothered to be irritated by Sam’s sass this morning, he was still riding the high of last night and early this morning. “Guys,” he said, coming to sit down on Sam’s other side at the table, “Major is amazing. She’s smart, she’s funny, she kicks actual ass. I’ve never met a girl like her before. I think this could really be something.”

Steve offered his friend a gentle smile. “Buck,” he said, “I’m happy for you. I really am, but don’t go rushing into anything, okay? You’ve only just met the girl. Just because you slept together once doesn’t mean you have to fall in love right away.”

“Six, Steve,” Bucky said proudly.

“Huh?”

“I had sex with her six times between bringing her home last night and leaving her place this morning.” Bucky flushed at the memory of the past several hours– in Major’s bed (three times), on the washing machine while his clothes were going through, against the railing of her balcony as the sun rose, and again in the shower. Hell– he wasn’t even counting what happened on the living room floor.

“You damn, dirty dog!” Sam said appreciatively, giving Bucky a playful punch on the shoulder. “Congrats, my man! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

Bucky ducked his head down in pleased embarrassment. “I told you, guys; she’s something. Something special. I’m seeing her again tonight; taking her out on a proper date.”

Steve reached across the table and clasped Bucky’s hand. “I’m happy for you, you punk,” he said. “You deserve a good woman, just be careful about rushing into things.”

“Well, look who finally decided to find his way back home.” Bucky looked toward the door as Lily walked in, hands on her hips and looking pissed. Ignoring both Sam and Steve, she glared angrily at Bucky. “Where the hell were you all night?” she asked accusingly. “First, I come out of the bathroom last night, and you’ve left the bar without a single word of goodbye, then I was worried sick when you didn’t come back to the Compound. Even tried to get this one,” she nudged her chin to indicate Steve, “to track your location data, but he refused.”

“I stayed in the city last night,” Bucky said, not wanting to mention Major to Lily just yet until he’d had a chance to ascertain if she was still pissed about their interaction at the bar last night. “It was storming; didn’t want to risk driving the bike all the way back up here in the rain. You know how these back roads get when they’re wet.”

Lily’s face softened. “I just wish you would have called me, or at least answered one of my texts,” she said. Shit. Bucky had put his phone on Do Not Disturb while Major had been getting towels, and he never took it off. “I was up all night, thinking you’d gotten into an accident and were dead in a ditch, or got re-captured by Hydra and turned back into the Winter Soldier…” She trailed off as tears began to form in her waterline, and Bucky felt awful. Here he’d been, out having the time of his life with the most amazing dame he’d ever met, and his best friend was driving herself sick with worry for him because he couldn’t have been assed to send her a text. He stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. “I’m sorry, Lil,” he said. “I swear, I didn’t mean to make you worry. I wasn’t planning on staying out all night, it just sort of happened. Next time something like that happens, I’ll let you know.”

“You better,” she sniffled. “I was really scared.” 

Bucky heard Sam cough from the table in a way that sounded a lot like “bullshit” and looked up at his friend. “Sorry,” he said, hitting his chest with a closed fist. “Milk went down the wrong pipe.”

Lily frowned in Sam’s direction. “How about you take me out to our brunch to make it up to me?” she said to Bucky, keeping her arms wrapped around his waist.

Bucky wasn’t the least bit hungry– Major’d made him scrambled eggs and bacon before he’d left her condo this morning and, if he was being completely honest with himself, he was exhausted. He’d only gotten maybe two hours of sleep last night, and had had quite a physical workout. But he felt awful about having had made Lily worry. “Yeah, sure,” he said, giving her a friendly squeeze. “Brunch with my best friend sounds amazing.”

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[queenendless]

Chase (Darth Vader x Fem!Adult!Reader)

A/n: Tales of the Empire gave me ideas. Particularly on a snowy chilly planet ... it's a very open setting as to what is going on in this so bare with me. First time writing SW stuff on here.

So AU with unburnt Vader who's also kinda OOC in this, some fluff and steamy romance with some Anakin at the end, but it's a short ass piece cause of short notice for today.

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And May The 4th be with you.

Your cloak blew from the chilly winds.

Your hood covered head raised up to meet at the top of the snowy hill.

Climbing up with the darkening gray storm clouds piling up, heighting the anxious tension filling you up inside, the helmeted figure coming into view struck through your core.

He had pursued after your wandering lost self.

You wanted to see how far he would go, as selfish as that was.

Your fear of the cold blooded, brutal Sith Lord becomes mingled with how you are lustful of his imposing presence.

Your cape fluttered in the blowing cold winds as you hurried away, straight to the ice cave entrance.

He knew you thrive off the chase.

And you knew he was relentless in playing along.

“You cannot run forever, Y/n."

His deep modulated voice bounced off the towering crystal ice walls, using the light shining from the high cracked ceiling to guide you.

“I've come this far.” Your tepid sweet voice echoing back at him had him growling a bit.

“You cannot hide from me.”

You didn't need to be Force sensitive to feel that he was honing in on you quickly.

Your flushed nervous face met your eyes as your bumpy reflection followed your side, his heavy footsteps sounding that much closer. “Doing good so far, all things considered.”

You should have figured uttering those words into existence would jinx your ongoing streak. The moment you stepped back from the dead end and spun around on your heel, you bumped into that armored chest.

You screamed a bit as his leather black gloves grabbed your forearms and pinned you to the wall gently but firmly.

His red lenses hid his eyes boring into your very soul, his giant frame enveloping you, pressing you carefully against the alien texture. His heavy breathing made your breathing go silent like a scared mouse, caught by the big bad beast.

“The game is over.” For some reason, he sounded so smug about it.

“You're unbelievable.” You pouted up at that obsidian face.

“You're foolish.” He scoffed.

“Says the man wearing the robot suit.”

The fact that he released his grip on you and leaned back a bit to actually take off that intimidating helmet still took your breath away.

“It helps with the image.” To hear that warm enriching amused voice again already had you giggling as your hands cupped his sculpted cheeks to pull his face down to peck those tempting lips.

His helmet clanked along the ground as his arms slithered around your waist to lift you off the ground, grinning slyly to you hugging his waist in response.

“It's working, my Lord.” You shakily spoke, weaving through that shoulder length darkened hair to tug him closer, pecking many a time quite desperately.

“This little ploy of yours has gotten us completely off track.” His husky tone was sheer evidence that he did not give a damn. Not one bit.

“Forgive me, Lord Vader, for my teasing.”

You squeaked as those giant leather hands of his cupped and squeezed your ass.

“I shall have to punish you, my dear. Quite thoroughly~” Those blue eyes were riddled with devious intention, marking your neck with ferocious bites along your delectable skin.

Your fevered gasps and lecherous cries traveled the caves as you became a mess under his wet steamy mouth. “A – Ani~!”

The former Jedi turned Sith Lord smirked, devouring your mouth with that needy tongue of his.

“Hush, my love. We're just getting started.”

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[whipitgod]

Totally Normal, Non Romantic Bro Moment

Dean x Castiel

oneshot - wc: 2k

summary: Dean is the only one who doesn’t realize he’s dating Cas

warnings: blatantly and boldly ignoring canon, a little crack-ish as per usual, some light swearing and little bit of spice (they kiss but that’s it)

a/n: Thank you for all the support on the last few oneshots!! this is the first time i’ve ever written for destiel or supernatural so it might be a bit ooc! If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!

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“Sammy!” The sound of his brother calling his name makes Sam sit up quickly, having dozed off whilst trying to finish a book he had started ages ago but could never manage to find the time to complete. He pushes himself off his bed with the intent to meet the older Winchester in the kitchen where he heard him yelling from. Before he even has a chance to reach for the door handle the door flies open, Dean entering the room with a startling amount of aggression.

Sam puffs out an irritated breath at the man's behavior, “Of course you can come in-” he pauses slightly taking in the flustered nature of the hunter now pacing back in forth and grumbling quietly to himself; a look of concern crosses Sam’s face, mouth turning down slightly, “Are you alright, did something happen?”

Dean’s head snaps towards him then, looking at him for the first time since he had burst into the room, “Yeah, i’m fine man,” he gets a look on his face like he tasted something bitter before rushing out an agitated, “no actually i’m not fine.” Sam tilts his head slightly at this urging Dean to continue with a wave of his hand; Sam notes that the man has yet to stop pacing.

“Bobby said someth’n weird earlier that's got me thinking,” Dean hesitates for a moment almost like he’s second guessing even bringing it up, “he uh,” another slight pause, brows furrowing, “he seems to think i’m dating Cas.” he takes a deep breath after he says this, a common action when he gets too worked up over something.

The younger Winchesters' brows crease in confusion at this, Dean taking this as a sign that his brother finds the notion absurd lets out a relieved breath. His relief is only short lived, Sam shaking his head slightly before questioning, “Is that it?” Dean's expression hardens, agitation returning and causing his shoulders to tense.

“The hell do you mean ‘is that it’, this is a big deal!”

Sam lets out a small laugh at his brother's frustration, “Was he not accepting?”

The anger leaves Deans features, a look of confusion taking it’s place, “The fuck does that mean?”

“Was he not accepting of your relationship with cas?” Sam now wears a look of confusion mirroring Dean’s. The older man stops pacing at this question, brows furrowing even further than Sam thought possible.

“What relationship?” The anger gone from Dean’s voice, tone now mired in confusion.

Sam looks at his brother like he’s lost his mind, “The relationship you have with Cas,” he searches Dean’s face for any sign that the man is joking, not finding any he pushes on, “You guys have been dating for months.”

Dean seems to short circuit at this, blinking several times before letting out a disbelieving scoff, “I am not dating Cas,” a nervous laugh escapes him, “That’s insane, I knew you were crazy but not that crazy.”

Sam stares blankly at him and Dean rushes to continue, “I mean the idea of Cas and I dating is laughable,” another nervous laugh accompanied by a growing redness in his face, “Why would you even think that?”

Sam’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief at the question, a sharp bark of laughter leaving him before he can stop it. He tries again to find any sign that his brother is joking but the man's expression is steely, jaw clenched in frustration, “Oh wow, you’re serious.” At this Dean lets out an angry huff opening his mouth to start speaking before closing it again, teeth grinding together.

“For starters, you guys act like an old married couple all the time,” Dean opens his mouth to disagree but Sam cuts him off, “you guys also frequently gaze into each other's eyes for extended periods of time.”

“We do not!”

“Just last week you guys had a whispered discussion before staring into each other's eyes for five minutes,” Dean’s expression turns contemplative, “five minutes might not be accurate actually,” Sam thinks for a moment, “It was probably longer, I didn't stand around to time it.”

Dean releases an irritated noise before rushing to defend himself, “We were having a moment!” Sam’s expression turns amused at the sentence and Dean jumps to amend it, “A bro moment! A totally normal, non romantic bro moment!”

Sam quirks a brow at this, a teasing smile threatening to overcome his features. Dean lets out another frustrated sound, “It’s a normal dude thing, it’s what pals do!” Sam kind of wants to let Dean continue floundering, if only to see how many synonyms he can find for the word ‘bro’; he decides against it, deciding to put Dean out of his misery.

With a gentle sigh the younger man pushes himself up so he’s sitting fully upright, “Bobby and I aren't the only ones who think you guys are together,” He thinks for a moment, “Actually, I'm pretty sure you are the only one that doesn't think you guys are dating.”

Dean is quiet at this causing him to continue, “I don't know man, it's something you should think about,” Sam stands and walks over to the door with the intent to find something for dinner, “maybe you should talk to cas about this.'' With that he pulls the door open not waiting for the other man to respond, and without sparing another glance in Dean’s direction he walks down the hallway towards the kitchen.

Dean stands motionless for a few minutes before managing to snap himself out of the daze the conversation had left him in. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, he makes the short trek to his own bedroom; Closing the door behind him and letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, he lets his mind wander to memories of all of the interactions he and Cas had had recently.

Sure they were close, their relationship probably closer than most other mens, but that didn't mean they were together! Sure they had kissed a few times when they were both a little too drunk but that didn't mean anything! It was normal to kiss your bro when you had a few too many. This line of thinking does nothing to quell the internal turmoil he was feeling; his mind now stuck on memories of the kisses they had shared on rare occasions that were never discussed once they were sober.

Dean huffs a bitter laugh, “I don't even like men.” The phrase feels wrong as it leaves his mouth. He had never really given much thought to whether or not he liked men, but now that he was thinking about it he’s met with a startling realization, “Oh god, do i?”

He thinks back to all of the men that he had ever found attractive, the ones he was a bit too fascinated by; having written off the fascination as a friendly interest at the time, he finds himself realizing that some of the interest really wasn't all that friendly.

His mind wanders to cas, remembering all of the things they had done together that had, at the time, seemed innocent and friendly; now that he’s looking back on them they seem to be a little bit too intimate to be friendly. There was also that one dream he had a few weeks back that had made being around cas very awkward for a few days, the memory of the dream alone making his face heat up. He loses track of the amount of time he stays lost in thought, his mind spinning in circles as he thinks about the dynamic he has with the angel.

He reaches a conclusion that makes him suck in a sharp breath, “Oh god, i'm in love with cas.” It comes out as a disbelieving whisper. He doesn't know what to do with realization but now that he’s said it outloud it feels like the most obvious thing in the world.

A Few Days Earlier

Dean can’t help but watch Cas's side profile as the man takes another swig from the almost empty bottle of whiskey; Dean had tapped out before the bottle had even been opened, the angel needing way more alcohol than Dean could stomach to even get a buzz. The hunter isn’t quite sure how many bottles of assorted liquor cas had drunk at this point but it was clear the man was feeling the effects of them, his eyes a little droopy as if he was struggling to see clearly. Dean wasn’t in much better shape, his eyes struggling to focus as he watched the angel’s Adam's apple bob as he drank. Without realizing that he was even moving he reached up and grabbed the bottle from Cas's hands, taking a quick drink of it before setting it down in front of them.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Dean's tone is light when he says this, almost teasing. Cas meets his eyes with a dazed smile and Dean’s eyes get stuck on the curve of his lips.

He wants to kiss him. The thought doesn't scare him like he thinks it should, he supposes it wouldn't be the first drunken kiss the pair had shared; alcohol acting as a cover for the real emotions at play that Dean really didn't want to deal with.

Before he can think better of it he leans in, cas letting out a surprised noise as their lips meet before melting into the kiss. The thought that they shouldn’t be doing this crosses Dean's mind but he stamps it down quickly when he feels cas reach up and tangle his fingers in his hair. They stay like that until dean pulls away slightly to suck in a few panting breaths, their foreheads stay touching as they stare into each other's eyes. Dean remembers, bitterly, that tomorrow this would become another one of the little moments that he's too afraid to discuss. With that floating around his head he leans back in with a little bit more force than necessary, their teeth clacking together as their mouths meet.

Present Day

He blinks away the memory, shaking his head slightly and digging in his pocket for his phone, he finds cas’s contact and hesitates for a moment before hitting the call button. The sound of the phone ringing does nothing to calm the anxiety he’s feeling but before he can second guess himself cas picks up.

Cas answers the phone with a soft, “Hello?” and dean feels his heart in his throat.

“I think I'm in love with you.” He had not meant to blurt it out like that, and he curses quietly to himself as he waits for Cas's response.

“I mean it would be kind of weird if you weren’t given that we’re dating.”

Dean pauses at this, a flood of emotions hitting him and causing him to let out a sound reminiscent of a gasp, “What?”

“We’re dating,” there's a pause from cas and the rustle of papers being moved, dean briefly wonders what he’s doing before he realizes what the man had said. Dean's mouth opens and shuts a few times as he struggles to find the appropriate words.

Cas continues speaking, seemingly oblivious to the internal struggle that Dean is having, “We had a date a few days ago,” more rustling, “we got pizza and then got drunk and made out.”

Dean is at a loss for words, he lets out a choked sound before starting to laugh, the kind of laugh that makes your sides hurt. It takes him a minute to regain his composure, wiping a tear that had escaped during the laughing fit he takes a deep breath before responding, “Yeah i guess we did.”

“Are you feeling alright?” The question sounds so sincere it almost causes Dean to spiral into laughter again but he manages to hold it in.

The hunter pauses for a moment thinking about the question, “Yeah,” he’s smiling so hard his cheeks are starting to hurt, “i’m great.”

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[aventvrines]

mine! meguru bachira x reader

repost from old acc! reblogs are appreciated<3

meguru bachira x gn!reader

cws; swearing, drinking, kissing, sleeping in one bed, tension, implied one night stand but nothing actually happens, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, awkwardness, idk what else tbh. fem reader

wc: 5940

writing below the cut

you’ve been best friends with meguru bachira for as long as you can remember. you'd become friends in kindergarten, well over a decade ago. very quickly after the fateful day when you decided to approach the little boy with large golden eyes, the two of you became practically inseparable–and you still are. after all these years, you can confidently say that you know him better than anyone else in the world.

you've been with him through thick and thin, through all the ups and downs. you know what people say about girls being friends with boys, how it'll never truly be platonic, but your relationship with bachira is totally proof that that saying is false. and even if you ever have found him attractive, it's only because he embodies everything that you've wanted and still want in a significant other. it's not like you've ever been physically attracted to him either, because you know that all the guys in your year looked way nicer after going through the awkward stages of puberty. sure, he looks much better than everyone else, but surely that's because of his numerous growth spurts and the amount of time he spends working out.

but tonight is different. the air is thick with tension, and there's a buzz of alcohol in your system as you move your body idly to the rhythm of the loud party music. there's a blush creeping onto your cheeks, bright enough to rival the red solo cup in your hand. your heart's beating faster than it has in months, years even. you're not even sure if you've ever felt this way before, with butterflies in your stomach and your breath caught in your throat. 

tonight, the reason you're feeling these intense emotions is none other than your best friend, bachira. he's laughing drunkenly by your ear, one arm carelessly hooked around your shoulders as he unconsciously pulls you closer to him. the height difference is something you've come to like, you realise, finding yourself nestled in warmth as he wraps one arm around your waist, chin resting on the top of your head while he downs more alcohol. you don't dare to move, scared that one wrong movement will ruin everything. taking a small sip from your cup, you look around, feeling eyes on you. that's when you make eye contact with your host, reo mikage. he tilts his head, smirking at you, and it finally hits you: from an outsider’s perspective, the two of you look like a perfect couple. you want to be embarrassed, to move away, but instead you feel a sick sense of satisfaction, as if this is right. but it's not, and as much it feels like this is where you belong, back flush against your best friend's defined chest, you can't bring yourself to stay. but before you can move, bachira’s hands slide down to your waist as bends his head down and smears a sloppy kiss to your jaw with a giggle. “hey, pretty. missed ya.”

his voice is the opposite of the lighthearted giggle, low and raspy and perfect, but you know it'll never belong to you. he cups your jaw, turning your face to his, as if to kiss you. but even though you want it, crave it, and you've had a few drinks, you're practically sober compared to him, so you can't take advantage of him like this. heart shattering into a million pieces, you nod at him, waving goodbye before awkwardly twisting yourself out of his hold. you situate yourself farther away, where he can't reach you.

someone taps your shoulder, and you whip around in surprise.

“hey.” reo grins down at you lazily, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. “you don't look too good.”

“i’m–” you swallow. “i’m fine.”

“you don't look fine.”

“trust me, i am,” you say, voice hardening, but he leans in further, grin widening. 

“mad at your boyfriend?” he asks, gesturing towards bachira, who's in a heated argument with some other people now. you shake your head quickly.

“he's not my boyfriend.”

“damn, i see. you want him to be, though.”

you smile ruefully. “yeah, well, it's complicated.”

he nods understandingly. “same here. you want a distraction?”

you glance back at bachira, and your eyes meet for a fraction of a second before you turn to reo again. slipping your hand into his outstretched one, you make a decision that you know you'll probably reget. “yeah.”

the time you spend with reo isn't something you enjoy, to say the least. he's a good kisser, for sure, and everything he says is on point, but how can you enjoy anything at all when all you can think of is your best friend, with his hands around your waist and the searing feeling of his lips on your skin.

the two of you stop pretty early on. reo’s the first one to pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he's panting slightly, out of breath from kissing you as he leans back. he's gorgeous, you think, but you could never like him or want him or be attracted to him in the way you do bachira. 

“you wanna talk instead?” he offers, and you nod gratefully. 

bachira’s eyes flutter open as he wakes, but he closes them again almost immediately with a curse as the sight of the sunlight streaming in through the window. he groans, running one hand through his two-toned bangs, before his eyes snap open again. his head is throbbing and the light is too bright, but he's grabbing for his phone anyway. 

opening the group chat between him and his friends, he sends a single message.

bachichi: wheres yn

a notification pops up immediately after, and he peers at his phone hesitantly, eyes burning. 

reo m!!!: she went home w me

bachichi: WHAT

reo m!!!: calm ur tits loverboy we didn't rlly do anything lmfao

bachichi: where is she????

reo m: her place i dropped her off:))

he drops his phone back onto the bed and closes his eyes, covering the upper half of his face with his arm. shit, this isn't good. why would you choose reo, of all people? he doesn't want to get out of bed right now, but he has to. he all but falls out, wincing at the stiffness of his muscles. today’s probably the worst day of his life–everything sucks, from his hangover, to his blinding headache, and to the knowledge that you've slept with one of his friends. he doesn't blame you, because as much as he hates reo right now, he can't argue with the fact that the other isn't unattractive in the least.  

he shows up at your place about an hour later, bangs messed up from running his hands through it. he watches you open the door, and although you're tired, and slightly hungover, you're still an angel to him; he's never seen someone so beautiful. yoCur hair cascades down your shoulders like waterfalls, and for a second he forgets how to think, because you're so pretty and perfect and he doubts, no, he's sure that no one else could ever compare.

“hey,” you yawn, leaning on the doorframe. there’s dark circles under your eyes, and some of your makeup from last night is still on your face. “whatcha doin’ here so early in the mornin’?”

“it's almost eleven,” he sighs, and your lips curve into a small smile. to your surprise, though, his face stays impassive until he speaks again.

“what did you and reo do last night?”

it catches you off-guard, and you stare up at him, eyes wide. you say nothing. he tilts his head to one side, crosses his arms. “hm?”

“n-nothing much,” you stammer. “we just–”

“did you–did you sleep with him?” asks bachira, softly. you shake your head defensively.

“we didn't even do anything other than kissing.”

“why would you even kiss him?” he demands. you have no answer, and but he urges you to speak. “c’mon, there must've been a reason! you haven't even spoken to him that much!”

you flush as your mind races to the events of the night before. how bachira had held you, the kiss.“i needed a distraction.”

“you could've asked me!”

you shake your head obstinately. “no.”

“why not? aren't we best friends anymore?”

you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your finger and thumb. “meguru, it's not–it’s not that you're not my best friend anymore. you are. and you always will be, no matter what.”

he swallows thickly. “you promise?”

you reach out to grab his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. simultaneously, you try to suppress the thought of how that same large hand rested on your waist with such comfort and familiarity yesterday. “yeah, of course! i promise.”

“then why couldn't i distract you yesterday night?”

“you were drunk–” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“sure, i was drunk. okay, but are we really best friends if you have to hide shit from me?” narrowed golden eyes bore into yours, and you suck in a nervous breath instead of answering. he stays a second longer, as if waiting for something, but then he tugs his jacket closer to himself and walks away.

“thought so,” you hear him say.

you stumble back into your room, vision blurred by the tears that well up in your eyes, then stream down your face like tiny, salty rivulets of rainwater. you push the door, and it shuts faster than you expected with a loud slam. shit, shit, shit. why did you go with reo last night? how did bachira find out? panicked thoughts rush through your head as you lean back against the door before sliding to the ground. wrapping your arms around your knees, you sniffle quietly, trying to stifle your sobs.

your phone starts to vibrate, the screen coming alive with a contact name comprising of three letters–it's reo’s number, the very same one he'd 

typed into your phone, pink, kiss-swollen lips curved up into his signature grin. a wave of anger washes over you; he's the reason your best friend–who you're apparently in love with now–hates you. you pick up the phone and clear your throat. “hello?”

“hey,” he says at the same time. you hear the smile in his voice at first, but it slowly fades as he realises you're crying. “is it because of–i mean, what's wrong?”

“megu–bachira,” you correct yourself, sniffling. “he hates me now, because of you.”

“me?” he asks, surprised.

“didn't you know?” you snap. “why’d you call me, then?”

“bachira walked in all pissed and shit, told me to not talk to you again. and then he giggled, high-fived me and walked away. ugh,” reo shudders. “he's so weird.”

you clear your throat at that, and reo’s quick to apologise, explaining that he didn't mean to offend anyone. you laugh with him, although yours is noticeably forced. 

“you don't think it's suspicious?” he says at last.

“what do you mean?”

“bachira of all people got jealous when you, his best friend, who's been rumoured to have been his girlfriend multiple times, kissed another guy who you don't even like?”

“when you put it that way…”

“poor little lover boy's just jealous ‘cause the girl he likes kissed someone else,” says reo with a chuckle.

“no,” you murmur.

“what was that?”

“no.”

“what no?”

“no as in, i don't think he likes me. he's just upset that i’m keeping secrets,” you say finally.

“goddamn.” reo laughs unamusedly. “the two of you are so dense.”

“no–”

“okay, bye now!” he yells, not letting you finish. the call ends, and you sigh, turning off your phone.

you ponder for a long time before deciding that maybe bachira just needs some space, surely you can talk things out then. and you give yourself an ultimatum–the day that he talks to you again, you'll tell him about your feelings, regardless of the time or place. and so the wait starts.

half of you yearns for bachira, yearns to feel his touch and hear his voice again. it doesn't help that the two of you share most of your classes, which leads to him awkwardly avoiding you, and you in turn avoiding him to reduce the awkwardness. but the other half, the more sensible, logical part of you, kind of hopes he takes a little longer before he approaches again. you don't know what to tell him yet, not to mention the disastrous consequences that may take place. 

however, what reo told you also lingers in your mind, even though you don't want it to. like a relentless little demon, the thought keeps coming back until all you can hear are his words echoing over and over again in your mind. jealous, lover boy, likes. you're so fucked. and it's only the first day that the two of you haven't spoken at all.

the second day isn't much better, with you running late without your usual ride, aka bachira’s car. you're already internally cursing before you enter the classroom, but it gets so much worse when you're actually inside. everybody stares up at you inquisitively, and the one empty chair is in a corner in the back, right beside bachira’s.

it's the lowest point in your life; you've never been this uncomfortable with bachira. he writes slowly, movements careful, and calculated to reduce the chance of any physical or verbal contact with you as much as possible. you're not any better either, though, as you almost hang off one side of the chair in order to stay as far away from him as possible. it's borderline painful for you both to live like this without each other, but what can you do? you're the one who messed up, after all. and he leaves without so much as a glance towards you.

on the third day, you wake up, reaching for your phone to check in case bachira’s texted you while you were asleep. he might have, because today your first class is almost an hour after his. you unlock your phone with rising hope, but the only notifications visible on your screen are texts from reo.

reo🤞🔥: stop being such a pussy dude

reo🤞🔥: just text him 

reo🤞🔥: itd be so easy to resolve WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

there's a small smile on your face as you read the messages. over the last few days, you've gotten pretty close to him. it's nice to have someone to talk to, now that bachira’s started ignoring you. while he can never replace bachira, he's still a nice guy. the only thing you don't like about him is how convinced he is that bachira has a thing for you–he doesn't, you're sure of it.

YN🔛🔝: ?? 

YN🔛🔝: be so fr rn !

YN🔛🔝: he doesn't see me like that pls!!

you put your phone down to get ready for class–third time's the charm, right? you pay extra attention to your hair and makeup today for some reason; maybe he'll talk to you today! you blink, surprised at your own thoughts, and shake your head to try and to clear your mind. it still feels new to think of him this way, as someone who's more than just your best friend forever.

he's always been your best friend, after all. always the one person you knew you'd never want. you told him everything, and he, in turn, told you everything too. you remember the day he'd told you about his first kiss, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. you'd felt a pang of some unpleasant emotion you hadn't been able to identify. you were only fifteen, though. back then, you'd just thought that you were sad to lose him now that he was getting a girlfriend. you were no stranger to girl code; you knew that as soon as he started dating someone you'd have to pull back from him. but to your surprise, that day never came–instead, you were the one getting dates and partners. and every time, you'd notice the way he'd become so uncomfortable and standoffish whenever he was near you. but things would usually go back to normal as soon as your relationship ended, so at some point you just stopped dating. because in the end, you didn't care if you had a partner or not, if you were ugly or pretty, wanted or unwanted by those around you, as long as you had him. 

and now you don't.

you're walking through the hallway towards your class, feverishly texting reo when you bump into someone coming the opposite way. your phone falls, and you automatically reach for it while blurting out a hurried apology, only for your hand to collide with someone else's. the hand that's caught your phone is very familiar, and there's panic pooling in your stomach as your eyes move up the well-defined arm, to the shoulder it's connected to, and then you look straight at the person's face. and finally, your eyes meet those gorgeous golden ones belonging to none other than bachira meguru.

he's holding out your phone to you when a new text from reo pops up, and two pairs of eyes flocker towards the screen.

reo🤞🔥: lmao stop being delusional hes so hung up on u its pathetic 

“meguru–” you squeak, unable to find your voice. he raises a single eyebrow before handing you the phone. and then you're about to rush away from him as fast as possible when he grabs your wrist.

“class is the other way,” he grins. “you wanna sit beside me?”

your heart is soaring, joy pumping through your veins as you nod at him. maybe things aren't so bad after all. you readjust your hand so he's holding it instead of your wrist, and make your way to class together. it's nice, how everything's normal again. or as normal as it can get after that night anyway.

maybe you'll wait a bit longer before you tell him.

bachira sticks to you even after class ends, and suddenly you find yourself being steered towards the stores on your campus instead of your dormitory. you look at him, confused, but he just snickers, pulling you into a quaint little café. without a word, he sits down at a table for two, leaving you with no choice but to take your place opposite him.

“what's up?” you ask, leaning forward. he laughs in response, short and nervous and breathy, and runs one hand through his hair. the other fiddles with the menu anxiously before he looks up at you again.

“i’m sorry.”

“huh?” this is definitely not what you expected.

“i just needed some space, i guess. i was hungover, and annoyed and just–it hurt that you looked for someone else when you needed help. even if i was drunk, i could've–”

“i know,” you say. “i just wasn't thinking straight, you are and always will be my best friend, forever. i mean it.”

“okay!” there's a contagious smile on his face, and soon you're smiling too. how lucky you are, to have a best friend like him. and how greedy of you to want more. you shake those thoughts away as much as possible before focusing on whatever bachira’s saying.

“–wanna eat?”

“uh,” you bite your lip, thinking. “how about you choose?”

“you suuuuure?”

“mhm!” you nod at him, forcing a smile onto your face, and he gets up to go to the counter. as soon as his back is turned, you rip your phone out from your pocket. it's been buzzing violently since before class. and as expected, it's reo.

reo🤞🔥: what

reo🤞🔥: uh

reo🤞🔥: why am i being left on seen r u fr

reo🤞🔥: DUDE

reo🤞🔥: GET OUT OF MY FAV CAFE TF

reo🤞🔥: bachira will murder me if i go in there

reo🤞🔥: glad to see yall r friends again

reo🤞🔥: fuck u i’ll have to go w/o my mid morning coffee n snack

reo🤞🔥: whatever

yn🔛🔝: ill ttyl

you barely have time to shove your phone back into your pocket before bachira returns. he's holding a plate in each hand, grinning at you. 

“gotchu your favourite!”

“thank you,” you murmur, taking a bite. you close your eyes, head tilted back as the sweetness invades your sense. “mm, this is good!”

“eat up!” he urges you with a nervous giggle. “there's somethin’ else i wanna discuss!”

panic floods your brain as you think of all the possibilities. what if he knows–what if reo told him–oh god, this isn't a farewell snack, is it?”

“hey! heeeeeeyyy,” whines bachira, waving his fork in front of your face. you blink at him blankly, eyes coming back into focus. “taste mine, it's amazing!”

before you pick up your own fork, he's shoving his into your mouth–and he's right, it is amazing. it's probably the best thing you've ever tasted in your entire life. his eyes light up when you appear to like it, and he pushes the plate towards you. “here, have more!”

you extend your fork towards his slice of cake, but he takes it from your hand and steals a bite from yours. “mm, this is good too! don't mix them, it won't taste as good anymore.”

you obey him, switching your forks, but your mind is racing. what the actual fuck is going on? did the two of you just share an indirect kiss? nope, you chide yourself. his lips probably didn't even touch the fork or anything. not that it matters, anyways.

“how much was it?” you ask abruptly, after you finish.

“what?”

“the cake,” you explain. “i should–”

“i paid already!” he smiles, waiting for you to smile back.

“i wanted to pay,” you pout, but he shakes his head, pulling you out of your chair. 

“let’s go,” he says. “there's something else.”

at the entrance, one of the waitresses tells you what a cute couple you are, and you wait for bachira to correct her–but he doesn't. instead, he thanks her with a pretty, boyish grin and a nod, and the two of you leave hand in hand.

“what else did you want to talk about?” you ask nervously. you're curled into a heap of blankets on one side of bachira’s couch, and he's sprawled out on the other end. he lifts his head, trying to meet your eyes from the weird angle he's created.

“that night–the party–”

you cut him off with a high pitched, hysterical giggle. “oh, don't worry about that! we were both drunk–let’s pretend nothing ever happened!”

he hesitates for a moment, then nods, replying in an exaggerated sing-song voice. “‘kay then, if you say so~”

“so,” you exhale. “we’re okay now?”

“yeah!” he flashes you a thumbs up from his side of the couch, and something deep down inside you dies.

things do not, in fact, appear to be okay between the two of you. so far, you've declined every invite to a party that he had a chance of attending, and he avoids alcohol like the plague. you've both stopped going to each other's places, instead opting to. meet in more public areas. not very best friend-like, but you do have to take precautions, and it's something you're both aware of.

and that's how it stays for exactly a month and twelve days. awkward, awkward, awkward. because that's when your teacher announces the most important assignment of the year–one that has to be done in pairs. she tells the class where the pairs have been posted, and of course you're curious. unlocking your phone, you open the site she's mentioned. as soon as you find your name, a wave of panic rushes through you. because there, typed in neatly beside your name is the name of the one person you can't bring yourself to face properly right now. bachira meguru.

you glance at bachira, who's sitting next to you, back turned. you can see him scrolling through the list on his phone, and you also see how his finger freezes above your name. and then he's turning around, and you're hastily looking away, not wanting to be caught staring. there's a light flush on his cheeks, and there are sparkles in his eyes as he speaks. “hey, we're together!”

“yeah, i know,” you manage weakly.

“where do we meet up?” he asks. “we are gonna meet up, right?”

“right, uh–” you pause, trying to think. “how ‘bout our cafe?”

“mhm, sure!” his voice is even livelier than before. (the way you say “our cafe”, like it's something that the two of you share, that's only yours, awakens something in him. suddenly, he's willing to do just about anything just to hear you call something “ours”again.)

if only you knew…

when the two of you go to get the necessary materials for the assignment from the lobby, he sees how you start using your phone, pretending to be busy so you don't have to talk to him–or you were pretending at first. but now you're actually distracted, and he takes the opportunity to look at you properly. and you're so engrossed in the video playing on your phone that you don't notice the way his eyes travel over your face, soft and gentle and reverent. everyone but you can see the barely hidden adoration in his eyes, the raw emotion he spends so much effort trying to obscure from you. and then the receptionist is clearing her throat because you're at the front of the line, and neither of you have moved. 

bachira stands in front of you, speaking hurriedly to the receptionist. you can see the way his hands move as he gestures while speaking, and a sudden rush of emotion overtakes you. oh, how you love this man. but you can't see his face (though you wish you could, because who wouldn't want to look at a face as beautiful as his?), and he's grateful for that, because if you could, you would see the burning blush on his face. 

it's all but subsided by the time he turns around, arms full of your required materials. bachira smiles at you awkwardly as the two of you make your way towards your bags, ready to leave for the café.

“the fuck they mean closed?” you whine, staring at the sign taped to the door. your lower lip juts out as you pout, almost ready to cry. where else can you even go right now that's not chock-full of other students–

“my place is free,” suggests bachira. “yoichi and rin are out of town for the weekend so if you're down to finish it by then–”

you nod in agreement, a little too fast–you’re desperate to finish this assignment as fast as possible, because every second wasted means you have to spend more time one-on-one with bachira. turning around, the two of you head towards the dormitories.

it's around half past one in the morning, and you're not even close to finishing it. rolling onto your back, you turn your phone on, looking for something to wake you up–you can barely keep your eyes open. 

bachira strolls in from the kitchen, munching on a cookie. “you want one?”

“sure, why not?” you reply, not paying attention.

but one thing leads to another, and one little snack leads to more, and before you know it you're sipping from a glass of something you don't know the name of, laughing over childhood memories. neither of you have had that much alcohol, but bachira’s always been a lightweight. 

but never in your wildest dreams have you imagined what happens next–well actually you have, but that's unrelated to the point. he leans forward, brushing hair away from your face. his words are slurred, jumbling over one another as he speaks. “you're so pretty–the prettiest girl i know.”

you flinch away from his touch immediately, heart pounding. 

“you don't mean that,” you whisper.

“‘course i dooo,” he whines. “‘m in love with you!”

“no you're not,” it's almost as if you're trying to convince yourself rather than him. you desperately want to believe him, believe that you're capable of being loved, but it just doesn't feel real. “stop saying things you'll regret in the morning.”

he makes grabby hands towards you, pouting. “noooo!”

“listen,” you say. “if you remember this in the morning, we can talk about it, mkay?”

“okay…”

“i’ll get you into bed and go home, that okay?”

“‘s dangerous outside,” he argues. “stay.”

“no,” you reply, getting up from the ground. he glares at you, but there isn't any real anger in it, and although you don't know why, it makes you cave instantly. “okay, but i’ll sleep on the couch.”

bachira shakes his head fervently. “no way!”

you ignore his words, before pulling him up and dragging him to the bathroom. 

“brush your teeth.”

he nods, obeying you silently. according to reo, bachira’s either really expressive or really quiet when he's not sober. now you're seeing the quiet side, you suppose. he clumsily shoves his toothbrush back into the holder, and then you see it: not one, but two toothbrushes in the cup. his one, and the one you used to use, back when everything was normal. that's nice. you reach across the counter to take it, only to stop when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle. bachira’s head rests atop yours as he murmurs something unintelligible.

“what was that?” you ask, afraid to move.

“‘m sleepy, come to bed already,” he mumbles. your resolve is already pretty weak when it comes to him, but the feeling of his body against yours, his soft, sleepy voice–everything about the situation has you turning into putty in his hands. 

“o-okay, meguru,” you say at last. there's a triumphant little grin on his face.

bachira’s bed is not the largest, but it's large enough to fit both of you comfortably. you feel him sleepily pull your body into his, but this time you give into your desires and let him.

light streams through the gaps in the curtains when your eyes open. where are you? as you slowly grow more aware of your surroundings, you realise that you're not the only one in the bed. your legs are tangled with someone else's, and suddenly you're terrified. is this the morning after a one night stand? you take a deep breath, only to smell something you can recognize with ease–the shampoo your best friend has been using for the last ten years. (he refuses to use anything else.) his face is tucked into the crook of your neck, arms tightened securely around your waist. even though he's much taller than you, he still seems small now that he's asleep. you really, really hope this is a dream–but you also wish for it to be real so badly, for it to last forever. and then he starts to wake up. a slight shudder runs through your body as his lashes brush against your skin when his eyes flutter open, and you feel his arms loosen around you. he doesn't move his head from under yours, and for some reason, you don't want him to. you feel his lips curve up against the exposed skin of your collarbone.

“yn.”

“hmm?” you're distracted; bachira’s hair just smells so familiar, so comforting, so like home.

“yn,” he repeats, louder this time, and you lean back to look up at him. “you said… if i remembered in the morning then we could talk about it.”

you freeze–all this time you'd been thinking he'd forgotten about it. “yeah, i guess…”

he gently pushes you away him so your eyes meet, then takes a deep, nervous breath. you haven't seen him this tense, ever. “listen, yn.”

“yeah?”

“yesterday night–i was telling the truth.”

your breath catches in your throat. “w-what?”

“i am, i have been in love with you. for years.”

you scramble up into a sitting position, shocked, disbelieving. you shake your head, voice trembling as you whisper. “no, stop lying.”

you try to shuffle away from him, but you stop immediately, almost falling off the bed. bachira’s fingers encircle your wrist as he pulls you away from the edge, unintentionally burying you in his chest. 

“why won't you let me love you?” he whispers into your hair. it's so sad and soft and broken and raw that you want to cry, but instead you inhale shakily, trying to stay calm. his fingers ghost over your bare arms, unsure of where to hold you, and you fist the material of his tshirt, knuckles turning white from the strain. “please, just let me love you.”

you shake your head against his chest, the first few drops of an onslaught of tears dripping down your cheeks. 

“you're not,” your voice breaks. “you're not thinking straight, meguru, you can't possibly love me.”

“and if i do?”

he cups your face softly, wiping your tears. you take the opportunity to glance at his eyes–sparkling golden liquor, now obscured by worry and concern and love? what if he's not lying, what if–your thoughts are jumbled, your brain is malfunctioning, you can't think. all you can focus on are his lips, so soft and kissable, and you want to kiss him, even though there's a voice inside you screaming, you shouldn't, you should stop, you don't deserve it, you don't deserve someone as good as him. but before you can stop yourself you're already pulling him closer to you by the thin material of his tshirt until your lips are barely centimeters apart.

“can i kiss you?” you ask. he almost doesn't hear your breathy whisper, eyes widening as it registers. But his lips are already on yours by the time another thought crosses your mind, and it's better than you imagined and more–it’s perfect. you move your hands up to tangle them in his hair as he pulls you onto his lap. hesitantly, you tear your lips away from his, panting and out of breath, euphoria overwhelming your senses. there's a wide, dopey grin on bachira’s face, cheeks tinted a pretty cherry red colour.

“god,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “ya know how long i’ve wanted to do this?”

for the first time in a while – a really long while – you allow yourself to feel. you can finally breathe again; you feel free. and so, as your lips mirror the smile that adorns his face, you whisper a reverent ‘i love you’ into his mouth before shamelessly kissing him again. after all, meguru bachira’s yours now–and forever, but you don't know that just yet.

bonus

“ew, morning breath,” you complain, grimacing, pushing bachira away once the post-kiss haze fade. he leans towards you again, pouting, pulling you in, but you wrestle yourself out of his grip with a giggle.

“baby, please,” he whines. you shake your head, no. “if i brush my teeth?”

you pretend to be appalled, staring at him in disbelief. “so you weren't gonna brush if you didn't want to kiss me?”

he groans in defeat, flopping down on his bed again before perking up. “yeah,” he grins. “i wouldn’t’ve. would've annoyed you aaaaall day long!”

you roll your eyes fondly, holding out your arms for him to crawl into. you place a kiss on the top of his head, and you can swear you hear him purr. “not gonna kiss you,” you murmur into his hair. “but we can stay like this.”

he groans again, half in approval, half in disappointment before closing his eyes. 

damn, you think, if this isn't heaven then you really don't know what is.

#✩ writing ! #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #bachira meguru #bachira meguru x reader #meguru bachira x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock bachira #bllk bachira #blue lock headcanons #blue lock imagine #bllk headcanons #bllk imagines #bllk #bllk fluff #bllk x you #bluelock

[marauders-girls-ships-microfics]

We (actually, I am) are glad to present a blog dedicated to marauders era girls ships (finally!!) 

FAQ’s:

Which ship is this blog for?

You can write for any marauders era girls ships you wish to for; popular ones, rare pairs, literally any of the girls ships! (dorlene, marylily, marylene, pandalily, dorlily, emmary, lilylene nobleflower, quillkiller etc… any ship you like)

Can I write for…?

Yesss!! Do it!

When will new prompts be updated?

New prompts will be updated on the 1st of every month!

Do I have to write all of the prompts?

Definitely not. Write only one in a month. Skip several months and come back. Write every other prompt. Write the ones that inspire you. Write all of them. Whatever you want to do. 

Do I need to write the prompts in order?

Nope! Write them in any order. You can write the 29th prompt first and then write the 1st prompt, it’s up to you.

Can I submit a prompt?

Ofcourse! Send us an ask or dm.

Is it okay if my fic is a little longer?

Ofcourse!, it’s alright though we would like it if you write a ‘microfic’ but it's still alright if it’s not.

How long will it take for my microfic to be reblogged?

It will be reblogged in 24 hours - taken all rules are followed 

If my fic isn’t reblogged in 24 hours?

Might happen sometimes. Kindly send us an ask or a dm and we’ll look into it and reblog the fic asap! 

Can i write a throuple (romantic) which contains a male character?

Sure! As long as you represent the w/w ship it’s kind of alright. To say, I personally really like Narcissa x Alice x Frank. So if you too have a ship, dynamic, friendship you want to show, go on! Do it! We’d love to read it!.

Can i write a platonic ship? 

Sure you can! You want to show two characters' friendship? Do it!. You want to write about the group's friendship? Do it!

Can i write nsfw?

You can!. But please tag it properly!

Basic Rules:

Must be about a w/w ship, it can be any. (though it can still be a romantic throuple including a male character, as answered in faq)

Try to keep it short. Though it’s either way alright we will segregate it ourselves. So it’s no problem if you flew with the flow ;)

 Must be tagged appropriately. 

Add tw’s, cw’s and nsfw warning if any.

General things, you’d like to know:

We are trying to build a community, so:

-If you are an artist who makes marauders era girls ships art and would like to reach people, who are interested. Don’t hesitate to tag us.

-If you are an Ao3 writer and want your fic to be prompted. Don’t hesitate to tag us. Though the main pair of the fic should be a w/w ship. Also it’s alright if you have a m/m, m/f ship as a side pair. (you wrote marylene and it has jily and wolfstar too. you can still tag us!)

The fics would go in our masterlist/ recs list. (which will help people to easily navigate and read for the ships they want to)

Kindly DM us, if you can think of something that should be added here. We're always up for suggestions :)

Thank you!

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[lipglossanon]

I’m not gonna reblog the tripe coming from that one user who stalked pupcuck just to say her content is problematic (do they even hear themselves??).

It’s just more puritanical witch hunting, just a smidge of what I had to deal with last year and more added onto what she’s had to go through (also it’s insane how much shit is tossed her way cause what? she’s using her blog how she wants? get a life 🙄 ); it’s all baseless accusations from people who couldn’t think their way critically out of a bag.

With that said, I’m here to reiterate that you control your own online presence and if that means blocking someone cause you don’t like what they say, then do it. Don’t be a fucking chode and make a blog to stalk them to cause drama. It’s dumb and childish.

Dead dove will always be around and even content that’s not problematic like DDLG (why you smooth brainers wanna fall back on the pedophilia argument makes me think you don’t actually understand what it means).

You can’t police others nor should you try. It’s a gross over reach of someone else’s autonomy (online presence or irl—doesn’t matter).

It’s also none of your fucking business.

Don’t like it? Then don’t interact. Easy.

#lipglossanon #if you don’t like it #leave 🤷‍♀️ #this kinda shit is so dumb #go get a fucking hobby #cherry is minding her own business #if you like following her so much you should do the same #also any hate sent my way is gonna be an automatic block #I’m over my nice girl phase with these fucking trash takes

[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that it's the end for us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're just gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister) and Jin Ae (y/n and Sunghoon's child

A/n: OMG, I AM SO DAMN EXCITED BC THIS IS GOING TO BE THE FIRST FIC I MAKE. BASICALLY MY DEBUT TO THE ENHABLR WRITER WORLD. I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL ENJOY!!

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @rinbowaman @sungvrhs

(Likes, reblogs and/or following will be much appreciated!)

Preview:

Cheating was something you would never do. The thought of going from one man to another, kissing lips that had probably lost its virginity to another woman was disgusting to you.

"JAKE, YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE DICK, YOU KNOW THAT!?" *Ends call*

You grab a fistful of your hair in fustration, your vision blurs; tears threatening to escape.

'𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤.'

You were having those moment where you wanted to disappear for the first time in your marriage. Why did you have to be in such a position?

Your heart clenched, lungs filled with some sort of pressure that you found it impossible to breathe. You wanted to scream, until you heard your child's confused blabbering.

'Eomma?'

She stands; soft chubby hands clinging onto the white, painted wooden frame. Head tilted, those gleaming eyes and perfect looks she got from her father stares at you.

With pity, you pick her up, sitting with her on the edge of your shared bed, nuzzling your head in the plush material. Alas, the locked up emotions rain from your eyes, staining the luxury clothes bought by none other than your husband himself.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆...'

Those words clear up your fogged mind, consciousness crystal clear.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍...'

It was until then, you realised your kind-hearted child was kissing away those salty teardrops from your cheeks. You were suprised, how she was so alike to her father. Yet, you were grateful she was: he was amazing, of course.

'Hey Y/n, I-' His eyes widen, struck by the state you were in.

'WHAT THE FRICK HAPPENED HERE!?'

You were thankful Jay came. After all, he was Jin Ae's favourite uncle. At least she'll be busy with him, for sure.

'Sunghoon still hasn't come back...' You sob, desperately wanting Sunghoon to just hug you tight and profess his everlasting love to you.

'Something's really happened, hm?'

Jin Ae just claps and giggles, oblivious to the saddening situation that took place. What can you expect from a two-year-old? She may be smart, but she still has a long way to go.

'Jin Ae-ah! Come to Uncle Jay' He exclaims, forcing a smile.

'*groans* Ugh, what's happening? First, I hear y/n shouting and now you're here. Oh, isn't it your daily get-together with Sunghoon?'

'Should've been, yeah.'

You felt bewildered at this point by Yeji's unexpected presence.

'Why are you here Yeji? I don't remember you being here...'

'Hoon called me, asking to watch over you two. Actually, that's weird though: Sunghoon would never leave you two...

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫.'

#en-geneisaxx #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #engene #kpop #fyp #enha #fanfic #writer #sunghoon x y/n

[trashyreptilian]

And here I am with one reference sheet done! Only a FUCK-ton more to go haha,,,

Reblogs are appreciated! :3

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Biography (long read):

-General Info-

Full Name: Alfred Thorn

Age: 18

Height: 6'0'' ft

Gender: Male

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Homeplace: Huntstrail, Michigan (USA)

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Greyromantic asexual

-Other Info-

Personality?: Seemingly a nonchalant type of guy, just living his life and avoids attracting attention. Often feeling like he doesn't fit in with society or any kind of community. He's not much for showing strong emotions, not near random people at least. Typical for him to carry around an "I don't care" attitude and crack jokes during bad times, but it also serves as a means of protecting himself. Being well enough taught that showing his vulnerable side to the wrong people, can possibly be used back against him. The calm exterior hides an emotionally struggling artist, who's suffered through past childhood abuse from his own mother. Sometimes that pain rises to the surface, and accidentally shows up through unexpected mood swings or frustrated/defensive outbursts. However, Alfred knows how badly he manages his own negative emotions. This kind of heated temper shows up when heavily provoked or felt like he's backed into a corner. He may seem like a loner, yet in actuality, he's got a few close select people he cares about a lot. And depends on, more than he'd like to admit. But solely because of that, he shows a strong willingness to go far to protect them. Even if it means he might somehow risk his own life in the process. Seen in these instances, his more assertive and bold-self comes out.

Thinks Before Acting?: It's mixed with him, either does or doesn't depending on the situation. Typically, he'll try thinking over his actions and words. Especially when he can sense a bad outcome if he's not careful. Though, he's far from being the most calculated guy.

Positive Traits?: Mellow, modest, imaginative, soft-hearted, protective and audacious.

Negative Traits?: Reserved, insecure, confrontational, defensive, self-destructive and resentful.

Way Of Speaking?: Can talk in two languages, the main one is American English. Has knowledge in speaking Spanish, but it's kinda subpar. Remembers mostly from the lessons he had in school. On the odd occasion only uses it around his closest friend, Simon, who encourages him to improve. His voice is calm and soft, with no particular accent. At times, loves using a mocking or sarcastic tone. (Headcanon voice: https://youtu.be/2rHRztFGOm8?t=1)

Occupation?: Works as a stock clerk at a furniture store. Assists with unpacking delivered items, organizing the stockroom, inspecting inventory and so forth. Also, he takes overnight shifts when possible for extra cash. Of course, the entire job itself is for financial stability. Otherwise, he cares little about it. Had hoped to get into some kind of art career instead, possibly becoming a cartoonist. Sadly, he's never gotten such an opportunity as he grew up. Didn't help that he lacked complete confidence, and still does to this day. So it all remains but a little fantasy he thinks about.

Powers/Skills?: With Alfred being human, don't expect any overpowered abilities like how demons and angels have. However, in his very rare case, having a supernatural being, more precisely a simulacrum, for a parent did unexpectedly help him improve physically, and made him able to defend himself. At a younger age of sixteen, he was gifted his first weapon which was a pistol Glock 19. With help from his father, he trained in remote areas. Shooting useless items that were used as targets. Now, he's well-practiced enough in using it properly, discreetly carrying it when out at nighttime. Of course, not limited to just a pistol. He's also got a metal bat safely tucked away in his bedroom. But for as long as he's known, anything can be a weapon. In a fight, he'll manage some inventive ways to beat someone up. Not exactly a person with a strong-build, yet he makes up for it in endurance. Fairly fast when running, most likely to outrun anyone. The type of guy to pick his fights. Besides all that, survival skills. Learned a few tricks throughout all the times he's gone out camping, moderately skilled living in the wilderness. Particularly good at starting a fire. Maybe a little too good.

Hobbies?: Main hobby is drawing, pretty much remained so since he was a kid. His art style is very stylized, expressive and exaggerated. Taken inspiration from his favorite animated shows and movies. He'll usually use a regular sketchbook with a pencil and pen to draw. But he dabbles in other unique methods like graffiti, and pastel art. A more recent past time is using a camcorder. What he chooses to record is random. Can either be a quick recording of his father’s cat, or footage of activities and ramblings. For whatever reason, he just finds it relaxing. Not to mention, it's his way of better preserving memories besides taking photos. Something else he does to unwind is watching movies and TV series, or playing video games. His favorite genres are horror and thriller. On the lighter side, he loves all stuff that's animated, comedy and adventure fiction. Also, collects merchandise related to his favored media. Considers it a luxury, so he's not gung-ho about it. While these are things he typically does alone. Camping and exploring abandoned places, are done together with his dad. Since they can't hang out together in broad daylight, they always go out during the night. Their activities start regularly, but sometimes end in some sort of chaos when they get overboard. With property ending up mysteriously ruined. Just a not so subtle clue into what exactly happens on their trips.

Habits?: Often smokes and drinks. The first one is easier for him to keep controlled, the other one is an addiction. Possibly inherited from his mother's side of the family. He's aware of that, yet doesn't seem to grasp how poorly it could affect him in the future. Both substances are used when stressed or annoyed, but gravitates towards the alcohol mostly. An insomniac, his sleep schedule has been, and still is, irregular. Tends to be active out of nowhere during later hours, and taking overnight shifts doesn't help him. All coupled together, it's easy to imagine his self-care is kinda non-existent. Not to say he's lacking in it, it's out of sheer tiredness and apathy. Irritability is a rather serious tendency due to trauma, and a main fueling reason for the reliance on bad tendencies. It only worsens when experiencing a chain of obstacles, no matter if minor or severe. There's no clear pattern as he can seem fine in the moment, yet takes but one nudge to tip him off the edge. Resulting in sudden outbursts, causing to shut himself off from others.

Relationships? (Simplified): Alfred's dad has remained an integral part of his life. Who in fact, happens to be a simulacrum from Hell, named Him. It's been the only figure he's ever looked up to and known as family. Same demon was originally supposed to replace his actual biological father. In a rather malicious, literal sense. That never happened, as the target left his family behind during the early years of Alfred's childhood before anything transpired. Then living with an abusive mother got him in a worse vulnerable state. So getting attached to something inhuman, but caring, shouldn't be surprising. Their steady bond continued while no one else had a clue on any of it. Entering his young teenage years, Alfred was unphased about his own father figure not being exactly human, once Him revealed so. Despite the few times he had to see or hear it lashing out onto other members of its own species, he never seemed disturbed by its more violent actions. Him's raw wrathful nature is no secret, for sure. He looks past as it being over-protective since so far, he's only seen it attack out of defense for the both of them. Many times he has wished to be as reliable, strength-wise. Since Him's the only father, best friend, and role-model he's ever had, he holds it up in high regard. Alfred would go to Hell and back for it. But the relationship is far from perfect, both struggle a lot with communication. Opening up emotionally is hard especially. For Him, it's worse. As they say: like father, like son. They stay silent about their relationship, for safety's sake and to avoid unwanted attention. Nowadays, they live together in a little run-down apartment. Finally secure, in a place they can call home.

Interacting with a simulacrum for nearly his whole childhood didn't make Alfred the most extroverted person. After frequently having trouble socializing, he gave up trying to befriend people his age. At some point, he simply preferred hanging about on his own. However, one person managed to start a friendship with him, Simon Belrose. A new student that had joined the same high-school, and class, as Alfred. They were both young teens, around the same age, when they first met. His outgoing and amicable personality had Alfred spooked, he reasonably assumed that he'd be left alone by him. Having not much thought about the new guy, becoming friends with him was even less on his mind. Up until they both had an interaction, in which Simon had shown genuine interest in his art. While the compliments were validating for Alfred, he was wary of the other anyway. Took a bit to get acquainted properly. Over the years, they've grown a lot closer as friends. But Alfred still remains secretive on a lot of stuff happening in his personal life. Usually for understandable reasons, yet Simon would appreciate it if they were more open with one another. Nonetheless, they get along pretty great. Both admire certain qualities the other has, that of which they don't themselves. They enjoy pissing each other off until someone breaks first. Random screaming matches over absolutely nothing happen frequently. And their silly scuffles always get hectic.

Moving back onto otherworldly beings. Due to Alfred's long bond with a simulacrum, a certain figure grew interested in finding out more about the two. One way or the other. After a major event, involved with a rather unpleasant (putting it lightly) "person". A series of unusual circumstances followed suit for Alfred. Which all led to meeting a theraangel, called Xanthan. When their first proper interaction happened, there was nerve-wracking tension. He wasn't sure what to make of them, or what the angel's true intentions were. Heavy convincing was needed to earn Alfred's trust. To his own surprise, a mutual respect developed as they bonded over certain grievances each had. Later on a different date, Xanthan becomes his guardian angel. Part of a deal made with his father, Him. Solely due to this guardianship, they find more things in common. Eventually gaining a deeper understanding of each other. Their shared connection with art helps them be more open and start an eventual friendship. Alfred slowly views them as a sort of mentor. Maybe even as another father figure. Seeing how he appreciated Xanthan's longer living experience, once he felt comfortable he'd seek out advice from Xan alone on the rare occasion. Very few people manage to break down all the high sturdy walls that angel puts up, Alfred managed to be one of those people. He proved to be pretty insistent in making that guy a close part of his life.

Speaking of enemies, there's no one in particular who really fits in with this definition for Alfred. Besides perhaps some bitter students from his high-school that he got into fights with, or his mother and sister he has distanced himself away from. Still none of them fit such a defining strong label as "enemy". As he just wants to forget about these people entirely. Yet, that doesn't mean he won't make adversaries in the future.

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General rules for all of my FCs and OCs:

-While I'm fine with getting inspired by my work, please do not just steal the designs.

-I am uncomfortable with my characters being unknowingly shipped with other people's characters.

-Fanart is all well, great and welcomed! As long as it isn't sexual. I'm fine with gore but please, keep my characters away from your own sexual material.

#oh the sweet relief of just having to design characters however the hell I want #truly a liberating feeling to work with my own shit now heh #replica hysteria #alfred thorn #original characters #original project #my art #my reference sheets

[weisslichtmilbe]

i don't really create for a:tla, or talk about it much aside on here aside from reblog things, and i don't contribute, but i have to say the avatar renaissance of 2020 and now with the live action remake, i am seeing a change in the fandom

the biggest change i noticed in 2020 was the fact at how many people started shipping zukka? back in my day, in the good old young days of the internet, zukka was a small ship. a rare pair. obviously we don't need to talk about zutara. that shit's popular as hell. but i did even see more zukaang or jetko content a lot of the time.

and i think it's because sokka just wasn't POPULAR back then. the entire fandom was obsessed with zuko & katara, and sometimes azula, but sokka was always on the sidelines. he was the comic relief for a loooong time and that was all he ever got. it's only in recent times that he's actually become a character the fandom appreciates.

i remember back in 2014 when it took me only like 2 hours to scroll through the entire zukka tumblr tag. now that would be impossible. i of course can't confirm that zukaang and jetko were actually more popular, but that was what i had seen and remembered from my young and impressionable years spent on deviantart.

when i saw the rise in popularity in 2020, the rise in zukka was surprising to me. that used to be my little rarepair and now it's one of the most popular ships in the fandom. it's crazy that this happened pretty much over night. i think it comes with the changes in fandom culture as a whole, the popularity of slash pairings, and the change in audience.

#avatar #atla #zukka #i am not tagging the other ones #zukka is only tagged bc its my observation #this is just me rambling #this also isnt an attack on zutara shippers or like any other shippers #i feel like an old man when i say back in my day #i am not that old i'm only 25 #while i love that zukka has become so popular #what i dont love is the hate on zutara

[seblaineworld]

Hey, Seblainers! Hellooooo, everyone else!

After a seriously stressful few months, I'm finally getting a bit more back to normal and can breathe a bit more easily at last, so of course that means...it's time to decide when Seblaine Week 2024 will be held!

Now, the first poll is going to be a bit different, and let me explain why that is: I was absolutely flabbergasted by the success of 10 Days Of Seblaine, and once again would like to thank everyone who offered support and sent me such kind messages after my Mum was rushed into hospital so suddenly last year. As you all know, that meant I had to sadly postpone Seblaine Week 2023 from the original August dates, and after a vote, it was unanimously decided that we would have a 10 day event, that would comprise Seblaine Week 2023 AND Seblainiversary Weekend 2023, and it was held last November

I want to preface this next by saying that Seblainiversary Weekend 2024 will be unaffected this year and will be going ahead from Friday 8th November until midnight on Sunday 10th November 2024. So you can pop that one in your diaries, and the themes will be announced much nearer to the time.

However! I have actually received a lot of lovely messages (including, surprisingly, some from people who aren't technically even part of our tiny, (but always fierce!) Seblainer fandom, but followed along with the event), to say how much 10 Days Of Seblaine 2023 was enjoyed by you all, and the one thing I have been repeatedly asked is; can I please consider making our main Seblainer celebration a 10 day event from now on?

I honestly have no problem with that whatsoever, but I would probably take things on a year to year basis, asking the same question every May. For now, though, I want to make this entirely your decision, so the first poll has simply two options: Do you want a traditional 7 day Seblaine Week 2024, or do you want 10 Days Of Seblaine 2024?

Just to clarify; if the 10 day event is chosen, it will have 9 themes and a free day, and Seblainiversary Weekend 2024 will take place separately in November, as previously detailed above. Following the result of this first poll, and depending on whether we will be working with a 7 or a 10 day event, I'll post the various date choices before the end of May. The following week, we'll vote for our themes.

Please bear in mind that voting is restricted to one vote per person for the duration of the poll. The first poll will be open for voting from today until midnight GMT on Saturday May 11th, 2024.

P.S. I'm well aware that you are all still waiting for the 10 Days Of Seblaine Masterpost, and this will be completed and posted by mid-June. Thank you all for bearing with me during what was (and still often is!) a hectic and stressful time of upheaval. Please let me know if the poll doesn't work properly. Just send me a message or come off Anon and send me an Ask.

**Please note in advance that none of the nine 10 Days of Seblaine 2023 themes can be used for this year's event!**

Vote here, and please reblog and share this poll.

Love you all, and I am really looking forward to hosting our big event and seeing what all our insanely talented Seblainers come up with!

Ail 💜

#seblaine #sebastian smythe #blaine anderson #seblaine week 2024 #10 days of seblaine 2024 #seblainer events #please share and reblog!

[liquidstar]

This is such a tangent btw but on the topic of guilt tripping and reblogs... I remember a few years back there were some terrible fires in Greece (and again this year, entire island villages are gone now) and at that time I had family who were caught in them. I can't describe the desperation I felt with these horrible things happening to my family and loved ones in my country. And I remember being frustrated and desperate with how no one around me in America really seemed to give a shit. I remember blogging asking people to PLEASE care please share something please reblog this link for mutual aid please think about the stories and fires etc etc etc. And the thing is I was very much in a state of grief myself, maybe not every word or action was perfectly reasonable, because I don't realistically expect everyone everywhere to care about every tragedy in the world. You can't. Emotionally it's just not possible, especially with all the stuff going on in the states rn too. Yeah it's a lot. It's not like I blog about every tragedy that ever happens either. I understand.

HOWEVER what I also remember was at this time there were a couple mutuals very clearly making vagueposts along the lines of "remember not everyone has the energy to care about everything in the world uwu" while I was posting about family who died and family who were drifting in the ocean for hours as their homes and loved ones burned. Listen. You have to understand sometimes that when a person in grief and frustration with things going on in their countries and communities impacts them very personally beg you to care... It's coming from a place of needing to see that care in the world in general. They're not holding a gun to your head Specifically saying you have to reblog the posts, if you don't have the energy just ignore it.

You don't have to go out of your way saying "um actually I can't care about the horrible stuff you and your family and your country are experiencing rn. I'm too busy focusing on my own stuff so can you be quiet or more reasonable with your grief thanks." Like. Just keep it to yourself then??? Have some fucking sympathy for other people and understand that maybe it's not always logical. The same way you don't have the emotional energy to think about every tragedy in the world, people who've been impacted by them often don't have the emotional energy to handle that alone and may seek somekinda community or solidarity. Idk. It's not about forcing shit on you sometimes it's not about you

#part of me thinks the 'we don't have time to care about everything all the time' has set us back a bit because it gets used as an excuse #bc most of the time no one is like asking you to become a hardcore advocate for every cause ever they're just saying like #hey reblog this donation post. and like I'm going to be real how much possible emotional energy is that really taking from you #compared to the actual activism the statement was meant for and such. like come on #surely less than complaining about people having the gull to ask you to give a shit right? #you can still have sympathy for multiple things without necessarily devoting a lot of your energy to said things you know? #doesn't mean you have to surround yourself with them to become the perfect most progressive activist or whatever #but you can like. idk. express sympathy or condolences in passing every now and then. like people normally do. idk #instead of being like 'how dare you ask me to care! there's issues in my own country i have to blog about!' are you for fucking real #but yeah enough time has passed that i can think more rationally about this and now know that that was a careless response #exactly the type of people you were afraid of being the representatives of the worlds apathy in your greif etc #but there are also people who do care is the thing #and obviously for the record I'm not mutuals w the former anymore bc like Christ

[cryptid-moose]

Some Shawn doodles feat. Gus

#forest fumbles #forest draws #Shawn Spencer #burton guster #psych #would Shawn wear a sleeveless turtleneck? absolutely not #did I draw him in one anyways? #of course i did 💥💯✨💅🦅💪🍍✨💥 #I’m not gonna be active for a bit so I decided to post some art before I dip lol #my mental health has kinda been spiraling to a level that im not really used to #so im gonna be taking a break from social media #AND THIS TIME ITLL ACTUALLY BE A BREAK ISFVBHUEVHFU i wont just dip for 30 hours #and come back with absolutely no progress purely because i was too bored lmao #cause if this does lead to a mental breakdown like i feel its going to i dont want that on the internet for all to see FHUDVHBVEU #cause that would be like- majorly embarrassing 🤢 huvefbhuvefbhu #ive already gone a teensy bit bananas on here i dont need ppl seeing the whole basket lmao #if u reblog pls dont make tags referring to the tags i made about my mental health #like i appreciate the sentiment 100% but idk how i feel about other ppls followings knowing im having a moderate crisis rn lmao #im not even comfortable with the entirety of my following knowing thats why i kept this all under the see all thingy #if that even makes sense #okay i need to stop adding more train of thought tags its not healthy suhfvhuefvuhe #anyways bye bestiessss 🤙

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

alright. know what? with Secrets of the Obscure right around the corner and plenty of new Mists-related sky island settings coming with it, I'll just bite the bullet and interest-check a little something I've been turning in my head for a long, long while.

would YOU be interested in a Mists-based GW2 roleplay guild that uses a lore compliant multiverse system to allow canon, canon-adjacent, lore-breaking, and otherwise 'contradictory' muses to coexist in the same setting?

simply put: every writer's cast would be set in their own self-contained universe. as such, everyone could bring whatever muses they want with their own personal headcanons, and no one could dictate what is or isn't canon for anyone else. so long as your muses are GW2-based, you're good to go! bring your Commanders, bring your canon-divergent OCs, bring your canon muses-- and yes, even the ones that are 'supposed' to be dead. who can say what might have happened in a strange world far across the Mists, after all?

neutral hubs and in-character safety guardrails would be in place to keep all muses on a relatively even playing field regardless of their power, history, and prestige, too. play hardball if you like, but it might not end quite the way you'd hope. the main rule would be to maintain good OOC etiquette at all times: no godmodding, no metagaming, no theft, don't blend IC and OOC, and so-on.

if that sounds like something you might have interest in, please interact with this post! and if you've got questions or concerns, I'd love to hear them; feel free to send an ask or a DM, or just reply to this post!

#GW2 roleplay #GW2 rp #GW2 #my posts #so there's a LOT of reasons why I'm putting this forward #but the biggest is that I really want there to be a place that's actually inclusive for all the creativity that exists in this fandom #there was exactly one Mists multiverse event a while back and it was well-received from everything I saw! #i know i for one had a lot of fun AND felt a lot more welcome and comfortable than i have at any other event #and then... we proceeded to just never have another again. #like. we could have more of that. that niche could still use filling! we can do SO much more with this!!! #and especially with SotO coming out we could have some REALLY interesting locations to meet up too! #I'd be happy to kickstart this stuff but the thing is: it WILL need support. I just can't do it all alone and that's a fact #example: if we want a guild hall in-game we'd have to work together to get one; that'd be great for hosting public and private events #my personal goal is 5-10 participants so that we can have enough to run small events and mingle muses a bit #IF there's enough interest i'll roll out more information at that time. for now tho i'll just leave it at this to test the waters #reblogs are HIGHLY appreciate here: i'm a smallfry in a big sea and not many people check the tags. spread the word if you want to see this #on that note: thanks for reading and hopefully i'll hear from some of you soon. o/ #(side detail: that sky pic is a screen i snapped at night in Istan. it's so pretty there ok)