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[trappolia]

SUNDAY IS FOR REST ── sunday x halovian!reader, 918

"do be careful, my dove," he murmurs as you straighten out the light feathers behind his ear.

"you haven't preened yourself in a while, have you?" your voice is soft, a hint of chiding to it that makes his heart flutter — there's a groggy rasp to your tone as well, having just stirred from your own dreams. sunday dares not look back at you, for there is a sweet domesticity to be found in the impression of rumpled bedsheets against your cheek and the heavy-lidded eyelids that make it known that you would love nothing more than to go back to sleep — proper sleep.

a hum resonates in sunday's chest as he allows himself to be fully immersed in the moment; early morning, messy hair and feathers, the sleepy press of lip against lip. his head tilts to the side, allowing greater access for you to tidy the feathers in question.

"you are correct. there's no need for me to do such preening in the dreamscape, though i prefer it when you offer your generous help," he replies, a mix of contentment and fondness pervading his voice.

"i'll help you only if you stay still," you grumble. your hands, which were straightening out his feathers, are now hovering just above them as sunday tries very hard not to shift in place again.

he cannot help it, truly. it is not just the factor that sunday is unused to, well, anyone touching something as intimate as his halovian wings, but also the fact that the slightest brush of your skin against his is a sensation like no other.

not that he would ever tell you, of course.

sunday nods, a silent affirmation that he will try his best to remain still, although a trace of a smile dances upon his lips. as you resume tending to his wings, each brush of your fingers brings a newfound appreciation for the sensation of your touch. he can feel the slight tingle, akin to electricity, every time your skin makes contact with his wings.

"my apologies," he murmurs, a chuckle slipping past his lips — as if he is not willing his chest to rise and fall rhythmically, having to manually breathe under your intimate ministrations. "i shall endeavour my utmost to be an inanimate statue. your wish is my command."

"haha," you say dryly.

in spite of your tone, sunday cannot help but chuckle at your jest. a cruel man he is, to find amusement in your grumpiness in the early morn. your nimble fingers gently untangle his feathers, and the sensation is a mix of tingles and warmth that spread across his wings. the act of having someone, especially someone he holds in such high esteem, tend to these parts of him that are reserved for only the most intimate moments is endearing, to say the least.

as you work, your movements deliberate and precise, your lover muses softly, "only you could make tending to feathers feel like a luxury."

"it is a luxury when you are not the one doing it yourself," you huff, hands moving around with practiced ease: smoothing a feather here, tugging a broken one out there.

sunday's chest rumbles with barely suppressed laughter at your huff of annoyance, but he remains true to his word and does all he can to keep still. his skin feels electrified with each brush of your touch, even more potent than before, and he wonders idly if it's because he's aware of how much effort you're taking in taking care of him. he is always the one caring and fussing, rather than being cared for and fussed over. it is strange, for the tables to be turnt. strange, had it been anyone else but you.

"perhaps," he manages to say between bouts of laughter, reaching back to catch one of your wrists and presses a chaste kiss upon it. "we could make a habit of this."

"is it truly proper of the head of the oak family to make a habit of keeping himself less than pristine?" you murmur.

how embarrassing; the passing thought occurs to sunday at your words. indeed, it is unbecoming for him, who stands at a position of such power and authority, to be so unkempt, so careless around you. it feels… freeing.

and so his response is a gentle tug upon your wrist, guiding your arms to wrap around his shoulders and link with his fingers. with a smile full of affection and a touch of teasing, he gently brushes his thumb over the tender flesh between your thumb and forefinger.

"i am simply indulging in the pleasure of being cared for," he answers in that same gentle rumble. "and if that means i am a tad bit less than pristine as a result, so be it."

"i suppose so," you hum, and from where sunday sits in between your legs, he feels you lean forward, hooking your chin over his shoulder. your own wings tickle his cheek, like a lover's kiss in the early morning. "preen me next?"

a low rumble resonates somewhere deep in his chest at the feeling of your breath against his neck. the closeness you've allowed between you is not something sunday takes lightly, and he relishes in it with every beat of his heart.

"with pleasure," he answers, unable to help the upwards tug of his lips as he squeezes your palms.

"let me take care of you, my dove — as you do to me."

© trappolia 2024

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[yandere-sins]

a/n: We all know Sunday is scratching my itches for yandere!priests a bit too well, ehe~

You are an avid confessor at Sunday's booth. 

It started with a friend's nudge, telling you how much better you'd feel if you talked about your troubles. And it helped—for a while. But troubles rarely come alone, and soon enough, you return to the confession booth almost thrice as much as everyone else. But it helps, at least temporarily, when you tell your woes to someone who absolves you of your worries, allowing you to let the tension fade from your mind. 

Sunday loves listening to your voice, imagining it as part of his choir of order, and he forgives even the gravest of your sins, although it breaks his heart. Must you always speak so harshly about him? He only sent you a few letters expressing his love and desire for you, yet you speak as if he had bad intentions. You tell him with a teary voice that you're scared something will happen to you, and Sunday can't help sliding his fingers over the see-through net separating you two, imagining he was caressing your cheek, wiping your tears away, and comforting you.

If it was entirely up to him, he'd tell you that it was his hand penning the poems of insanity he personally dropped in your mailbox in the shadows of night. He'd tell you all those deeds he wants to do for you, all the nasty little things he imagines you doing with him. But alas, he abstains. He can't do anything more to soothe your fears than to promise he'll be working hard to guarantee your safety. This dream is meant to be wonderful for you and him, after all. 

And yet, next to him rests the letter of the day, adorned with a feather, its ink as red as blood seeping through the pristine white paper. 

One day, he'll have the order he's seeking. One day, he'll be able to guarantee your presence by his side and make you love him the same way he loves you. By then, you will know that you need him. Not only for emotional stability but also to take care of your fears and worries that will all wash away come the day you are chosen as his saint. Sunday will be the constant that you seek out on your best and your worst days. Even if it means instilling the fear and paranoia in you that you have a stalker for now. It will be worth it if it drives you back into his arms—or, well, into his confession booth. But until then, he needs you to come to confess your sins again—even the ones that are originally his. 

Because how else is he going to get his fix of you?

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[sports-on-sundays]

two for one / LN4 & OP81 / Part 1

Summary: Lando x female!Australian!McLaren marketing unit worker!reader x childhood best friend!Oscar - Two Formula 1 drivers who just so happen to race for McLaren also just so happen to have fallen for you. Takes place from Australian Grand Prix 2024 to Monaco GP 2024.

Warnings: cussing, jealousy, flirty friendship, angst, manipulation, lying, OH THE DRAMA, confusion, mention of throwing up, not feeling well

Requested?: No.

Author's Note: I feel like this idea is so unoriginal but I don't care. The work of the reader is not mentioned much at all because there's no way I'm putting the energy into that. Also: Link to a poll related to part 2

"We should have Oscar over!" your mother exclaims. "I'm sure he's going to b-"

"Wait, Oscar's coming over?!" your younger sister exclaims.

"No, no, no," you sigh. "He's not. Mum, he's busy. We can't be bothering him with that. He's got too much on his plate. It'll just be a burden for him."

"No, it won't! Oscar's always nice!" your sister, Ava, remarks.

You sigh. "He's polite. He's very good at being polite. But it would still be a burden for him."

"You get to see him, like, everyday-"

"Not everyday-"

"-but me and Mum haven't seen him in ages. Oscar's like an older brother!"

You roll your eyes. "I'll see what I can do."

You're surprised when it's Oscar who brings it up. A week before the Grand Prix, he comes to dinner, which is nice for your sister and mum, you suppose.

But it's after he leaves that your mum makes a comment you're not sure you like.

She sighs and says, "Oscar's so sweet, Y/n. I'm sure that boy loves you."

"Sorry?" you look up in surprise. It was said so casually, you weren't expecting such a comment.

"He's such a sweet boy," she starts, as though he's still the sweet boy from down the street that used to babysit Ava with you, and not a famous Formula 1 driver. "You've known him for so many years. I would completely approve of him as a boyfriend for y-"

"Mum, I'm twenty-two! I don't need you to approve who I date! " you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"Yes, yes, I know. But don't you see the way he looks at you? He talks of you so fondly. He's just so kind with you- extra kind. More kind than how he is with other people."

You sigh, looking down at the tablecloth, picking your nails. "Well," you murmur, "if he really feels that way, he can let me know. But for now, I'm not interested in him... I... I don't think..." your voice fades off.

"Y/n. Haven't you had a crush on him for years? What changed that?"

You shrug, and murmur embarrassed, still not looking up, "I guess I just... moved on to someone else?"

"Y/n! You have a boyfriend?" your immature sister giggles.

"No! Just friends. But... I kind of like him, and I think he might like me, too."

"What's his name?"

You clear your throat, glancing down. You're not sure how to get out of this, so you decide simply to get up, saying you'll clean the dishes.

Because you know your mother would be, to say in the least, unhappy to know that rather being interested in Oscar, you're interested more in his teammate, Lando.

Or, at least, you think you are.

As you rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, you think. Lando really is your type, in looks and personality. Everything you want in a guy. He's got a good sense of humour, a kind heart, and an adventurous spirit.

Not to say Oscar doesn't have all those things. It's just different.

Besides, you like Lando's curly hair. You like his greenish eyes and easy smile. You like his tanner skin and dark eyebrows. You like his build, you like his hands; you're just more attracted to him.

On the surface, maybe Lando and Oscar don't seem so different. But to you, one is your best friend, and the other, you want, just maybe, as a little bit more.

Are you not appreciating Oscar? You don't know.

But you sure know how you feel, and nothing is going to change that.

Or, at least, you don't think anything will.

The whole weekend after that goes as usual, but you're happy to be in yours and Oscar's homeland. After the practice sessions, you're seated, sipping from a your water bottle, when Lando plops down next to you. "Hello."

"Hey," you nod to him with a smile. "How's it going?"

He smirks like the stupid idiot he is and says, "Better, now that I'm with you."

You roll your eyes, and look up to see Oscar walking over he sits down on the other side of you, and you comment, "It's pretty crazy, isn't it?"

"What is?" Oscar asks.

"We used to play in this park, you know? Remember, dragging Ava along behind us?"

Oscar chuckles, nodding. "And my three little sisters. It was you and me, dragging around the four younger ones because our parents wanted a break."

"Yeah, your mum had Pilates or something," you joke.

He nods again with a grin. "Yeah. Probably something like that."

Then Oscar gets up and walks off, and Lando says, "So you two really have known each other forever?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Both born in Melbourne, a little over a month apart."

"So when's your birthday?" Lando inquires, crossing his arms across his chest.

"May 26. Funnily enough, that's the Monaco Grand Prix."

"Oh boy. I guess that means we'll have to drive well that weekend, even better. You know, for you."

"Yeah," you chuckle. "You're going to dedicate the whole Monaco Grand Prix to me?"

"Well, you certainly deserve it," he grins, patting your back before standing up and walking away.

Gosh, do you like both those guys so much!

"Ayy!" you grin, high-fiving Lando. "Let's go, baby! A podium. Nice job! And you too, Osc! Nice job, dude!" you add as he passes. He beams almost as big as Lando and nods, thanking you, before walking off.

"Well, what a gift," Lando winks. "To have you greet me after the Grand Prix."

"You're hopeless," you grin, rolling your eyes. "Good race, though. Solid, from both you and Oscar."

Lando suddenly wraps you in a hug, which makes your body practically turn to stone. "Thanks so much. You're so encouraging."

"O- Of course, Lando. Always."

"M-hm, and that's what I like about you," he says, pulling away from the hug, before walking off.

You're standing there, blushing softly, at the fact that Lando Norris just hugged you, when you turn your head, and, unexpectedly, see the brown eyes of Oscar lingering on you. As soon as your eyes meet, though, he swiftly turns his crestfallen face down, away from your face.

All the sudden, you feel a large, nervous stone in your throat.

Did he see you hug Lando?

Is that what that look about?

Or is he just down about not getting a podium at his home race?

Yeah, maybe that's just it. Anyone would be, right?

But, inside, you know that's not it. You know Oscar. He keeps cool. He's a good sportsman- a really good one. He's polite. He understands what had to be done.

So what's that look about?

Your brain can only reach one conclusion, and you're not sure if you like it.

Oscar takes a deep breath and starts walking toward you. Maybe it's time to say what he's thinking. If there's any chance of things going on with you and Lando, it's probably good for you to know how he feels, right? Just so there's no confusion.

At least that's what Oscar's figuring.

But, who knows, when he stands up and walks over, if he's actually going to admit it. For years, he's felt this way, and he's never had to guts to just say it, knowing you don't feel the same way.

Oscar wouldn't say he's scared of it, but he's definitely not keen on the idea of being rejected, which he assumes he likely will be.

You're just getting some coffee before you get back to your work, and Oscar, though he's really not thirsty or in want of any coffee right now, is ready to pretend he is.

The excuse is that he's tired. Perhaps it's too far-fetched, since it's pretty much a known fact throughout all of McLaren HQ that Oscar Piastri loves sleep, but-

Yeah.

He's 'super tired.'

You fill your paper cup up with coffee, in deep thought about work, and nothing else. Just as you're about to walk back to your desk and get back to the work, as you're turning around, a smooth hand grabs your forearm, and you spill your coffee on your McLaren T-shirt in surprise. "O- Oscar!" you exclaim, stumbling a bit at the utter closeness. "H- Hi!?"

"Hi," he says with earnest eyes. "I'm.... sorry."

"It's okay. Luckily it wasn't too hot. Oh well. I'll just go change; I have an extra shirt, sorry about that! Anyway, see you around!" And then you're off, leaving your half-full coffee cup sitting on the counter.

Oscar is left standing there, staring at the cup, his hand still out from where he had touched your arm.

Alright then. Well, maybe it's not meant to be.

Oscar's terrible timing is that he calls you the moment you're sitting next to Lando in his car, talking.

Lando is yapping. "-so then the girl said some spunky comment or whatever, and she reminded me a lot of you. You know, because I would've been the tough macho man in the movie that saves you from the fucking murder men, ri- Wait, who's calling?" he inquires, leaning over closer.

You laugh a bit at the interruption of his silly talking, and don't even think to not let Lando see who's calling. "It's Oscar..." you say vaguely, before looking up to meet Lando's eyes. "Why would he be calling?"

Lando shrugs, a curious streak in his expression. "Well, pick up, and see."

So you do. "Hello, Oscar?"

"I'm sorry for spilling coffee on you today," he says immediately, which causes a small laugh to escape from your lips.

"Osc, it's fine. I spilled it on myself. Did you call just to say that?"

"No," he laughs. "I was just wondering if tomorrow night you wanted to hang out or something..."

"Oh... yeah, sure, that'll work for me."

"Oh, nice. Alright. Also, one more question. I swear it's not related, either."

"Go on?"

There's a few moments of silence, before you prompt, "Oscar, are you still there?"

"Yeah. So... I was just wondering... are you dating anyone? Because. I know you and Lando are pretty close friends, and I was just wondering."

"Oh!" you say in surprise, your cheeks involuntarily going pink. And, without thinking, or considering, at all, you blurt, "No, of course not! Just friends!"

Immediately, you feel guilty.

You in no way lied, but you still feel like you just did something wrong.

Both you and Lando would say you're just friends.

But more and more, neither of you seem to want that.

And if Oscar's interested in you...

Oh, God.

"Oh, alright." He sounds somewhat relieved, which makes your heart tighten even more. "Alright, sounds good. Want me to just drive you from work? We could leave, at like, 8:00 P.M.?"

"8:00? What on earth are you doing, leaving at 8:00 in the evening?"

"I have something in mind."

"Uh?"

"You'll see. Trust me?"

"Alright," you shrug, still feeling very unsure.

"Okay. See you later, Y/n."

"Bye bye, Osc," you say, before hanging up.

The moment you do, Lando leans in close, with wide eyes, "What did he say?"

"Just wants to hang out."

One of Lando's eyebrows cock up.

"Lan," you chuckle. "That's all it is. Just like... like, how you and me just hang out."

"Mmm'kay, then..." he nods slowly. He's silent for a few seconds, before commenting. "Lan. That's cute."

"You're cute," you blurt, again, not thinking.

You really should try that more. You know, the whole thinking thing. You're sure you'd get in a lot less trouble if you used that brain of yours once in a while.

Lando immediately shows a pleased, toothy grin. "That's more like it," he comments, slipping his hand into yours, before he starts driving. "Up for an evening drive?"

"Always. Lan."

He winks, bites his lip, and gets driving.

"So, where are we going?" you ask as you walk to Oscar's car.

"I'm not telling you."

"Well, you're wearing a McLaren hoodie and grey jeans, so... somewhere casual."

"Good guess," he smiles, unlocking his car.

He opens the passenger seat door for you and as you're getting in, a piece of paper flies out of your pocket. You feel a lump in your throat as Oscar, with his quick reflexes, snatches it up off the ground.

Formula 1 drivers suck.

"Ca- Can I have that?" you ask quickly.

"Sure," Oscar says, handing it to you.

But it landed facing up. There's no way he couldn't have read the little note from Lando on it.

As Oscar walks around to the other side of the car, you read it over in your shaking hand.

You seem down today angel. If you wanna talk just find me or text me; i'm always here to listen. -lando

You feel your stomach lurch.

He even signed it with his name! The idiot!

And you weren't down! Just deep in thought! About Oscar, actually.

You let air escape from your lungs. You can feel the concern, the tenseness radiating off of Oscar as he drives, before, finally, he says, "Listen, I'm sorry for-"

"I know you read it. It's fine. It's nearly impossible not to. I would have, too."

"Angel?"

You bite your lip, looking out the window. "That's, just, uh, how Lando is..."

He regrips the steering wheel. "Y/n, you know me. If you lied on the phone, I won't be mad. I just want to know."

"I didn't lie, Osc. Lando was sitting right there when you called. I didn't lie."

"What... What were you doing?"

"Just hanging out. Just the same as what we're doing right now. You're both just my friends, okay?"

"Right," he says, but the sound barely escapes his lips, in only a whisper.

Soon, you reach the destination, and you're surprised to see it's your house. "Oscar...? Why'd you bring me home?"

"You'll see," he says with a soft smile. You both get out of the car, and he grabs some stuff from out of the trunk, before walking onto the lawn. You watch with your eyebrows scrunched together as he lays out a blanket. He sits down on it and pulls out a few little packets from his pocket.

"What's that?" you demand, still standing.

He takes your hand and gently tugs you down next to him. "Are you still a Tim Tam addict?"

You grin, holding your hand out to take a pack. "Thanks. And yes, I am."

"You're the most Aussie to ever Aussie."

"I could say the same thing about you."

Suddenly, he flops down on the blanket, laying down on his back, and you finally get the memo. "Stargazing?" you ask him carefully.

"If that's okay with you."

You grin, laying down next to him. "Why not?"

You lie there, side by side, staring up, and Oscar starts talking.

Listening to Lando is different. Lando is excited. Like he likes you so much and just wants to tell you everything. He talks a lot and makes you laugh a lot. Like, doubling over giggling kind of laughing.

Oscar makes little jokes, but just enough to make you softly chuckle. He doesn't go on and on. He pauses, as if he's thinking about what to say next. For you, that's a little awkward sometimes.

You feel awkward in silence.

But you like both of their ways of yapping.

After a while, Oscar is silent for longer than before, and you ask, "You asleep?"

He chuckles. "Of course not."

"Wouldn't put it past you," you tease.

"Fair enough..." he sighs softly, before, suddenly, you feel his warm hand brush yours. And in the dark, his fingers find yours, and he holds your hand in his.

You don't know what to feel. But surprisingly, it's something good.

His hand is smoother than Lando's, but smaller. His knuckles and veins are more defined, and his fingernails feel rougher than Lando's.

Here you are, just comparing the two.

Is that wrong?

But his hand is also radiantly warm, sending heat throughout your chilly body, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

You lick your lips, murmuring, "It's kind of cold. Can we go inside?"

There's a few seconds of silence from your friend next to you, before he says, "If the problem is that you're cold, I could fix that."

You look over in surprise, meeting his glimmering eyes, which appear to be merely black orbs in the darkness of the night. "How?" you venture.

Suddenly, he pulls you close to him, enveloping your body with his warm. You gasp a little, your heart rate immediately quickening. All the sudden, you don't feel so cold.

All the sudden, you get why you had a crush on Oscar for years.

All the sudden, the feelings come rushing back.

And in the light of the fact that you feel the exact same things with Lando, you have absolutely no idea what to think, feel, or do.

"So, are you, like, a bowling kind of guy?"

Lando shrugs. "I'm a you kind of guy, so any excuse I can think of to go somewhere with you, I will."

"Brutally honest, no?"

"Nothing's brutal about it," he grins, sipping from his cheap beer. He sets it down and stands up to have his go, before plopping back down on the couch next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

"Lan," you chuckle. "You know, when you're bowling with only two people, as you've decided to do, there's not much time for cuddling in between turns." You say it lightheartedly. You don't mean anything by it.

But Lando does, apparently, because he says, "Ah, you know neither of his care about bowling. I care about you."

"Is this when I'm supposed to say I care about you, too?"

"Yeah, well, pretty much."

You lean closer, resting your head on Lando's shoulder. "I care about you, too. You're a great friend."

"Ah. Yeah, you too." He runs his hands through your hair for a while, before finally prompting you to take your turn. He stands up with you, as he has every time you've gone. You deliver the ball, but take just a step too forward, and slip.

Ah, fuck.

But suddenly, Lando grabs your wrist and pulls you back up, so you stumble right into him. He steadies you, wrapping his arms around you, and says, "Careful, there, Y/n. You okay?"

You clear your throat, blushing as butterflies swarm your stomach. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Thanks."

He smirks. "No problem. That's what friends are for, eh?"

So, they both like me. And I like both of them. They're both so different in their own ways, but I like them both for different reasons.

And both likely expect the other likes me.

But regardless, they're both getting closer and closer to me. And I'm starting to

"Y/n-"

You slam your notebook shut, looking up to see Oscar. He's brought you on a few more...

Well, if you were to call a spade a spade, you'd say 'dates.'

But you just can't do that, because then you'd be saying you're dating two guys at once.

Neither of them have officially asked you out. Neither have ever even gotten close to calling you their partner.

So, that's how you convince yourself there's nothing wrong with it.

So they're not dates. You just don't know what to call them.

Either way, since the Tim Tam Stargazing Romantically Cuddling Under The Moonlight Night, Oscar has also taken you to dinner for his birthday and to a museum.

Oscar is different. He plans stuff out and then asks you if you're available. Lando asks if you're available first, and then just sort of-

Well, you never plan with Lando. You just do and go what and where you want that day.

It's different.

And yet again, you couldn't say which you like better.

"Y/n?" Oscar repeats, sounding more concerned now, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh- yeah, what?"

He sits down next to you. "I know you'll be busy, just like the rest of us, since Miami is coming up fast, but..."

You smile nervously. "Yeah...?"

"Want to come over to my flat tonight? Or something?"

You swallow a lump in your throat as the picture of Lando's text from earlier today appears in your head.

I'm feeling good for Miami. Want to come over to my place tonight?

You had said 'sure.' You knew sometime soon, plans would overlap, and...

And that time is now.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Oscar asks, placing his hand on your shoulder. "You look pale."

"Just... uh... Lots of..." you clear your throat. "Lots of work to do before the Grand Prix. Just... you know, stressed. I don't think I'll be able to tonight. But thank you," you put on a weak smile.

Oscar's lips curl into a concerned, thin line, but he nods, taking his hand off your shoulder. "If you ever need someone to talk to, just remember- I'm right here."

Same exact words Lando says to me all the time.

"R- Right. Thank you, Osc."

He nods. "Of course."

As soon as he's gone, you text Lando, letting him know plans abruptly changed, and that you're busy tonight after all.

You end up being very busy laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, emotions swarming in your stomach as you come to the realization that you can't keep going on like this. Soon enough, you're going to either have to choose one and break the other's heart, or let go of both of them.

And for some reason, just that thought makes you start to cry.

The rush of adrenaline is enough to make you crazy. Enough to make someone do stupid things that they never, ever should.

But when Lando Norris, race winner Lando Norris, is there, in front of you, you scream his name. When he sees you, his whole face lights up, and he throws his arms around you, lifting you up. "Nice work!" You kiss him on the cheek.

He giggles. "Wouldn't have been able to do it without you and the whole team!"

"Ah, shut up and give yourself the credit for once."

He grins wider. "Yeah, I guess for once I do deserve it."

"Shut your face, loser- or, I guess, winner."

"No, you shut yours," he murmurs, and when he's sure no eyes or cameras are on you, pecks your lips, before pulling away and running off.

And you're left there, a dizzy mess of adrenaline and embarrassment.

Later, you're walking in McLaren, and suddenly, you hear Lando's voice, "Y/n, come here."

You look up to see him peeking out of his driver's room. "What?"

"Just come on. I've got something for you." He's looking at you like an excited little puppy.

You grin and shrug, walking in with him.

The door latches behind you.

"What have you got for me, Lan?" you ask, glancing around at his contained mess.

Suddenly, your back is against the wall, and Lando's face is merely inches away from yours. You gasp, staring at him, feeling his breath on your face. "This," he mutters softly, before his eyes flutter closed and his lips meet yours.

Excitement and guilt hit you at the same exact time.

But as Lando invites you, you lean into the kiss, and any thoughts of Oscar slowly leave you as you're consumed by the bliss of this intimate moment with Lando.

But when you finally pull away from each other, panting, you murmur, "We never, ever mention this again, okay, Lan?"

He just grins, his hand slowly caressing your cheek. "Of course. Friend."

You sigh shakily. "You supposed that was your little reward for winning your first race, huh? You already got a trophy."

"Ah, sure. But you're my real trophy."

Oh, Lando, and his so-called 'silver tongue.'

After literally just making out with Lando, it feels thoroughly terrible to pat Oscar's shoulder and tell him 'sorry' about P13. Yet you manage to keep composure, despite the heavy guilt, as you say, "It's just the luck of the draw sometimes, no? But there's always next race."

You want to break down crying. You want to say something, but at the same time, you don't.

You don't regret kissing Lando.

You like him.

You think you have a better chance with him than you do with Oscar.

But you like Oscar, too. And just doing that feels like...

A betrayal.

No matter how much you say you're just friends, when do labels stop counting?

Your head is absolutely spinning. You feel sick.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Lando asks, surprised to see you sitting in the hallway outside the offices, back in McLaren HQ, hugging your knees to your chest, staring somewhat vacantly, at nothing whatsoever.

"Hm? Hi, Lando," you say tiredly.

He slips down the wall next to you and says gently, taking your hand. "You can tell me. You haven't been yourself lately."

You swallow but don't respond.

He squeezes your hand and whispers, "Was it the kiss? Y/n, I'm sorry... I didn't-"

"No, no... It's... nothing."

Lando sighs. "So I take it I won't be able to be getting you to talk, huh?"

"S'pose not..." you sigh. There's no way you're telling him. He's fifty percent of the problem.

And Oscar's the other fifty.

So he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back softly. You automatically lean your head into his chest, and he presses his lips into your scalp, gently kissing your hair. "I'll be ready to listen whenever you're ready to talk. But if you never are, I'll be here for you anyw-"

"What the-"

Both of you look up in shock to see Oscar looking right back at you.

Oscar's teeth clench. He's usually, nearly always, such a calm person. But now he doesn't look angry. He just look deeply hurt.

You bite back a very sudden sob.

And out of his hurt, for once, Oscar Piastri doesn't think before he speaks, and the bitter words fly out of his mouth: "Alright then! Just lie to me! Just give me fucking false hope for no reason, Y/n! That's great! Thanks a lot! Thank you! Lando, why don't you keep comforting her? Clearly she'd like that much more than anything I have to offer."

And then he turns on his heel and walks away, down the hall.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Lando snaps indignantly. "The asshole!"

Oh, Lando. He doesn't know. Not one bit.

"You stay here," he suddenly says angrily. "I'm going after him."

"Lando..." you sigh, burying your face in your hands. "Please, no..."

"Y/n..." Lando looks at you, uncertain.

You sigh again. "Okay, whatever." It's not like it can get any worse, can it?

So then Lando's off, and you're left to drown in your complete and utter regret.

Lando jogs down the hall, and the moment he sees Oscar's back in front of him, walking away from him, he calls, "Oscar, wait up."

He spins on his heel to face the Brit. His jaw is tight, and his eyes tender. "What?" he breathes.

"What the hell, man? What's wrong?"

"I'm not blind, Lando," Oscar sighs, leaning his back against the wall, shutting his eyes, tilting his face up towards the ceiling.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lando demands, facing him.

"I know you two are dating. It's fine. I was kidding myself. Playing pretend, yeah? Just like me and Y/n used to always do. It's fine. You know I'm the type of guy to adjust. I always do. That's what I've learnt. So, I wish you two luck, but I ought to be off now." Oscar then leans off the wall to keep walking away.

But Lando grabs his shoulder. "What? I still don't get it?"

"It doesn't matter. Forget this ever happened." The Australian doesn't sound bitter or angry anymore. Disappointed and resigned, for sure, but also accepting. "It's for the best. Just go comfort your girlfriend. She needs it."

"She's not- I mean- we- I-" Lando trails off, at a complete loss for words.

Oscar stares ahead, not facing Lando. "Lando, I like you. Let's not make this dramatic. I'm sorry; I slipped. Should have kept it to myself. Like I have for years. Never should have said a word."

"I..." Lando begins, but stops. "Oscar, I..."

"You don't know what to say?" Oscar asks, suddenly looking over to Lando with an actual, genuine smile on his face, surprisingly enough. "That's okay. Probably means you shouldn't say anything. Maybe you talk too much sometimes anyway."

It's just meant to me a light, friendly tease, but in this situation, it doesn't seem right. Knots twist up in Lando's stomach, and Oscar's words don't feel like a joke at all.

Lando knows more needs to be said, but there's nothing more to say.

Then, suddenly, to his somewhat shock, Lando hears your voice behind him. "Oscar," you say, walking toward the McLaren driver. You swallow. Keeping composure.

Oscar looks at you expectantly, tentatively taking a step forward, almost involuntarily.

You suddenly throw your arms around him in a hug.

"Hey, Osc," you begin whispering. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what it might look like. But me and Lando are just friends, just like you and me are just friends. Like I said before- Lando is just like that. Besides, if you saw me sad, wouldn't you help me out in just the same way?"

"I... uh... O- Of course..."

"See? So there's nothing to be upset about. I wasn't lying to you."

Oscar's unsure eyes soften, and his eyebrows scrunch together. "I- Alright... Okay. Uhm."

"I forgive you, Oscar. It's okay," you smile gently, stroking his cheek.

You want to throw up.

Y/n. You lying, evil snake. Listen to yourself. So manipulative, and for what?

To save yourself.

To save Oscar.

But it is all selfish though, isn't it?

You're just trying to cover all your bases.

You take your hand away from Oscar's warm skin and say simply, "Lando- I think my problem earlier was just that I'm not feeling very well... Must have picked up some kind of virus... I... I should be getting home now."

And you run out, leaving the two McLaren boys standing there in the hallway, both absolutely speechless.

After quite an awkward week or so, the Imola GP comes around, and, like racing always does for you, the passion is too much to let any barriers soften your excitement.

You see Oscar first, who you congratulate with a high five. But he hugs you, saying, "How are you?"

"Huh?" you ask in surprise. "Great! Another super solid weekend for the team. P4 for you!"

"Hah, yeah," he smiles. "Well, I'm glad you're doing just as good as I am."

And later, wen you see Lando, your first comment is, "You could have won this one, too!"

"I know!" he laughs. "After knowing how it feels, P2 doesn't seem so glorious."

You click your tongue. "Don't worry, Lando. It'll come."

Well, in that following week, somehow, the two busy drivers both find times to ask you out.

As friends.

Lando tries to pry out of you what really happened that day with Oscar. You refuse to say it. Say it's personal, having to do with things from yours and Oscar's childhood.

More twisting the truth.

You're starting to hate how good you are at these disgusting games.

When you go to dinner with Oscar, it hurts your heart to see how trusting he seems. Even after it all, he thinks he's the one in the wrong. And he thinks all is well. That nothing wrong is happening. He asks you one more time if you're dating Lando.

You say no.

Because you're not.

Right?

And then, it seems, before someone can say 'I'm in love with two McLaren Formula 1 drivers,' you're walking into the Monaco paddock, the week flies by so fast.

You love Monaco. Doesn't everyone? It's one of the best Grand Prixs of the season in your opinion, if not the best. The atmosphere, the sea, the people- it's all just slightly different in Monaco.

Everything shines brighter in Monaco.

And, apparently, you do, too, because both Lando and Oscar are being particularly affectionate towards you this weekend. You can't tell if you like it, or if it's stressing you out. Likely both.

"So... Piastri-Leclerc, is it?" you ask Oscar with a chuckle.

"Yeah, that's right," Oscar says with a little chuckle.

Suddenly, one of your other coworkers nudges you and says teasingly, loud enough for Oscar to hear, "Ah, Y/n, that means you'll have to be Y/n Piastri-Leclerc when you marry him. What do you feel about that?"

Before you can say anything, Lando seems to materialize out of the depths of the McLaren garage to comment, "You know, Y/n Norris has got a lot better ring to it."

"The confidence!" your coworker laughs at Lando as Lando laughs genuinely and you and Oscar likely laugh more nervously than anything else.

That night, as you lay in the bed in your hotel room, you're having a sinking feeling, deep down in your chest, that soon enough, you'll have to choose.

You'll have to make a decision.

If you keep up this game any longer, one of you are going to get killed in the process.

You just have to be honest.

Who do you love more? Who would be better for you?

You've known Oscar longer. You connect with him better.

But you enjoy being with Lando more. You have more of the same interests.

Lando is always positive and confident. Oscar is always sensible and even-keeled, relaxed, and calm.

Lando's wild card or Oscar's solid rock?

They both care for and about you so, so much.

Oscar for all these years, was too scared to admit how he felt to you, and was only convinced to confess it when he saw how you and Lando were with each other.

So, essentially, jealousy was what convinced him to admit his feelings.

He hasn't even admitted it.

Lando has, many times. You've got Lando's number. He's straight with you. He's not scared to say it.

But at the same time... you've never believed in soulmates, but there's definitely something to the story of your life, and the way it always seemed to result in Oscar. He was always the one at the end of every tunnel.

You've known Oscar for a lifetime. You've known Lando for... what, two years?

You sigh deeply.

What the hell?

"P2, Oscar! P2! In Monaco!"

He's laughing as you throw your arms around him this time. Lando's there, patting him on the back. "Nice job, mate," he congratulates.

"Yeah, mate! Nice job is right!" you giggle.

Oscar leans away, beaming.

Then, as soon as Lando walks off, Oscar kisses your cheek gently, just letting his soft lips brush your cheek.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"Would it... would it be okay if I kissed you later? For real?"

You swallow. "We'll see about that."

But Oscar just smiles. "Will I have to wait until I win a race, too, to get a kiss out of you?"

You laugh, but a lump rises in your throat.

Why is he talking as if he knows?

"Y- Yeah," you breathe. "I reckon so."

He nods and leans away. "Well, happy birthday, Y/n! I've got something for you!" He's about to pull you by your hand, when suddenly, another hand grabs your other hand.

"Wanna see your birthday gift, Y/n?"

You look up to see Lando.

Literally, both of them, about to pull you separate directions.

Yeah, you think almost scornfully, That's right. You can each have a hand.

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[w2soneshots]

Can I request Harry x female reader smut based on the hide & seek sidemen challenge. Harry finds the reader and they think they can get a quickie in before anyone finds them but they get caught. Queue the funny hard launch and teases from everyone.

If you feel uncomfortable doing smut then Harry x female reader based on the holiday vs holiday vids. You’re invited to join them where a bond with Harry deepens, super cute moments that make it into the edit.

Hide & seek -W2S

Words: 0.8k+

Warnings: light smut, head (fem receiving).

In which the sidemen ask you to join their hide & seek video and you and Harry get up to no good.

a/n: I love this idea! (Also I know it’s not exactly like your request but I just started writing and sort of forgot lol)🤍

I've been with Harry for over three years now. We met during a YouTube event, exchanged numbers, went on a few dates, fucked, then he asked if I'd be his girlfriend, of course I said yes. Naturally I became good friends with the boys along with Talia, Faith and Freya. I've been in a few of there videos before and recently they asked if I'd be in a hide and seek, I immediately said yes.

Today is the day of the video. I woke up next to Harry. "Morning." I said groggily. "Good morning, sleep good?" He asked pulling me into his chest. I hummed "yea." We got up and out of bed soon after, got in the shower and got ready. I did my hair and makeup simple then walked into the kitchen to see Harry and grab some breakfast. He was fully ready, spreading butter over his toast. "Want some?" He asked over his shoulder. I nodded "yes please!"

Once we ate breakfast, we headed to the location of the shoot. When we arrived, after an hour and a half drive, Harry parked the car and we got out. "Oh my god, this place is crazy!" I said looking at the mansion. "Hey!" I said when I spotted JJ, me and him get along great, when I first started dating Harry he really made an effort to include me when we were at parties etc, which I really appreciated. "Hi, how are you?" He said pulling me into a friendly hug. "Good, good. You?" I responded. He smiled "Great!..." And went on to tell me all about some new music that he's been working on. Which I'm very excited to listen to.

They're filming "sidemen hide and seek in the most expensive house in London" so when everyone arrived the women who owned the house showed us around, also marking what areas were in and out of bounds. Then the camera men set up all of their cameras and filming began. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to London's most expensive house, ever!" JJ began. "And we have a special guest, since we don't have Tobi we thought we'd invite someone else... y/n, since you loved her so much in the other videos!" JJ continued. The camera came up into my face, I smiled and waved. And everyone cheered. Then the video sprung straight into action, the boys immediately ran over to the massive zip line at the end of the hill below us. I stood next to JJ and laughed at their antics.

Soon everyone began hiding, I quickly found a spot in one of the rooms upstairs, it was small- a little bit like a wardrobe but could easily fit a few people. I sat on the floor, in the dark with my camera and waited. Soon I heard footsteps and stood up, then the door cracked open and I heard a gasp, "you scared the shit out of me!" Harry whispered. "Oh, it's you I thought you were JJ!" I said just as quietly. He stepped into the room. "You know... everyone's outside..." Harry said with a smirked. My mouth dropped into an O shape. "Harry!" I whisper, shouted and pushed my elbow into his chest. He slowly made his way down and onto his knees, then raised his eyebrows. I sighed then cheekily smiled "go on then." I whispered. His smirk grew bigger and he quickly pulled down my skirt along with my knickers. I gasped suddenly at the feeling of his tongue running through my folds. I grabbed his hair hard with my hand as he continued.

He stood up, smirk still plastered on his face. "Thank you, I'll remember that later." I said quietly into his ear and he groaned slightly. Suddenly the door swung open. Me and Harry both jumped back and our backs hit the wall. JJ along with Ethan and two camera men stood in front of us, thank god I'd already pulled my pants up. "Ha! Got ya!" JJ exclaimed. But Ethan looked at us with a funny face, "uh, what were you too doing in here?". I took in an unsteady breath "hiding?" I quickly replied. "You sure?" He said cocking a brow. "Yup." Harry said then moved past the boys and I quickly followed.

"Your hairs looking a little messy Harry." Ethan shouted after us with his signature laugh. After the video ended Ethan informed the rest of the group of what he'd seen and they immediately began teasing us. The teasing took a long time to die down but to be honest me and Harry both thought it was pretty hilarious.

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[g-xix]

20 vs 1 | Tobi Brown

Now TRY tell me Tobi blessed Brown isn't absolutely fine... Exactly! We don't lie here, and you can't say Tobi isn't 100% gorgeous. That's why we get a Tobi oneshot today 😎 Quick pose for the camera? Go on girl:

Killin it babe. Extra bit of media for what the character looks like + wore (bc i love seeing those things on ff's):

Anyways, go on and enjoy the story lovelies

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"Hey, how you doing?" I asked the guy as I walked into shot.

I had been invited by my friends, Kon, Kirsty and Charlie, to join in on one of a YouTube video by a group group whom they was friends with. The only information I had been issued was that I had to walk into shot, say hi, have a short conversation, be accepted of declined to a date and then if I was accepted I would get the opportunity to decline, before going on a date.

Now, I was in the shot talking with the said person who I might have to date.

My heart beat a little faster as I walked into the plain white set, containing nothing but a vast array of cameras and mics all wired and facing myself... and a man stood in the middle.

As I approached him, his eyes met mine with a simper from myself as I felt my heart flutter. He had dark eyes, though they were warmed by the smile he wore on his face. I broke eye contact to look at his outfit- mentally commending the matching silver rings and necklace he wore, also appreciating the way his clothes complemented him- his white shirt highlighting the muscle definition in his arms. I looked back up to see his eyebrow quirk with a grin, clearly having spotted me checking him out.

"Hey, I'm Erin and I'm 23." I spoke quietly, his eyes drawing me in more than the cameras- soothing me and telling me I didn't need to worry about all the eyes on us.

"Lovely to meet you, Erin." He grinned as learnt forwards, offering a hand. I slipped mine into his, expecting a simple hand shake, though I was surprised as he leant down to press a kiss to my hand, maintaining eye contact as he pressed his lips to my hand before taking a step closer to me as he came back up.

I felt a blush rising to my cheeks as I looked away, not wanting him to see the effect he had on me. "Erin- it just has to be a yes." He let my hand fall as he accepted, giving a nod before I walked off.

As I walked off I turned around to look at the guy once more, seeing that he too had turned around to glance at me. I giggled as my eyes made contact with his own, before speeding my walk into the changing room to find Zara with a squeal.

"How did it go?" Zara asked, linking hands with me and smiling as I jumped in excitement.

"It went really amazing! The guy... I didn't actually get his name, but he was... he was fit as hell, Zara." I smiled at the thought of our interaction.

"Really?" Zara asked. "All he said to me was a 'hi' and 'sure'."

"Oh, I mean, we didn't speak much more, he just said hi and a yeah too, but he was just so... I can't even explain it, attractive."

"Damn, I didn't even get a second glance after he accepted." Zara grumbled. I blushed, thinking back to the look we shared as I exited the set.

"Alright, everyone been accepted or passed?" Kirsty (one of the camera crew) popped her head around the door and questioned. Everyone nodded or replied a yes.

We then walked out depending on whether we liked Tobi or not, before sitting back-set once more and waiting for our date with him.

"Erin?" My head jolted upwards as I heard Kirsty say my name, beckoning me out for my date with Tobi.

"Do I look alright, Kirsty?" I questioned, straightening my clothes in an attempt to look good. I'd gone simple, with an oversized tee-shirt which covered most of my ripped black shorts, leaving my fishnets and chunky boots on my lower half- though I now began underestimating my outfit, the pressure of seeing him again causing me to overthink every minute detail.

"Shut up Erin, you look fit- and anyways- he's already accepted you for how you look so you can't look that bad." Kirsty rolled her eyes jokingly, her humour loosening my nerves slightly. "Alright, step through there and take a seat on the left. Tobi will be with you in a sec."

I took one of the two desolate seats in the middle of the room before I sat, staring at the large mirror on one of the walls. There had to be people behind that. Kon had told me before the shoot that the boys would be watching the date, hence I assumed they'd be behind there.

Kon had also issued a warning previously not to expect a normal date, which slightly worried me as I fidgeted with my fingers and sat in the chair, waiting for my date.

The sound of shoes hitting the floor woke me form my trance, causing my head to jolt upwards a smile to grace my face as I saw the familiar Tobi walk towards me, a grin slapped onto his face and his arms outstretched for a hug.

Dear God I was nervous for this date...

I picked myself up from my seat and beamed at Tobi, responding with a little 'hi!' as I reached up to sling my arms around his neck, whilst he hugged around my waist.

I sat down on my seat and began the date, making small talk and finding myself blushing every so often as he complemented me or started planning out our "next date", but also became slightly confused when he took off his bandana every few minutes claiming he was getting a bit of a headache- only for there to be another one underneath.

It was like a clown car- just when you think that the last bandana is off- there's another yet to come off.

A few bandanas down, he offered the black and white one to me, saying it 'matched my outfit', before I took upon his offer and allowed him to gently pull my hair back and knot it as an accessory behind my head. He didn't hesitate to call it cute from behind, before he turned to face me in front, Kon cutting off our date by saying it had been more than ten minutes- to which Tobi let out a groan in disappointment, bidding farewell before kissing me on the cheek and exiting- leaving me covering my face to hide the bright red blush that bloomed across my face as I sat in the chair, waiting for the final interview.

"How'd that date go then?" Kon interviewed.

"I thought it went really well- Tobi's really cute and I think he's really funny ... I thought it was a pretty fun date and with a nice guy too." I replied, trying not to gush over him. That was what I would do when I found Zara behind the set.

"Would you go on a date with him again?" Kon asked, smirking from behind the camera and giving me a knowing look which left me wondering whether he'd invited me onto the shoot to try and set me up with Tobi, today...

"Easily a yes." I giggled. "I mean- we already talked about what we'd do on other dates we have, and I've got his bandana which I think I'll have to return on another date." Looking down the lens of one of the cameras I smiled and mouthed 'call me', shaking my hand in the shape of a phone.

No sooner had I made that gesture, did I hear muffled screams from behind the mirror, causing me to laugh lightly before beginning to leave the set as Kon had gestured- though I was stopped as Tobi burst out of one of the doors behind the set, jogging up to me before smiling and grabbing my hand.

"Another date?" He questioned, panting slightly- seemingly having ran to get to the studio.

"Mhm, for sure!" I responded, unable to wipe the grin off my face.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping on it for a few moments before holding the phone out for me, gesturing for me to type my phone number out, under the contact name Erin 💗🫠

"I'll see you again soon, Erin." Tobi smirked, enjoying a short hug before walking away- myself blowing a kiss at him before laughing as he did the infamous Garfield heel-click as he walked off.

Who knew that the Sidemen studio would be a place to find love...

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Hope you enjoyed and to anyone that got this far into the story Thank you!!

I know this is unrelated and not something any readers are really obligated to care about, but my guinea pig passed away earlier today. Really gutted tbh and it feels like the end of a really great era, as I've had guinea pigs for the last 4 years but from today, I don't have any guineas. Praying and hoping Jordie passed away in peace and is happy in a better place now. Can't make anyone pray the same, but if you could just think of Jordie with some love for a moment I'd really appreciate that. God bless little Jordie and thank you to anyone that's shown some love🤍

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[ohbother2]

Me, realising that if I want to read a story about the amazing asks in my inbox I have to write it

#uuuhhhh #so on another note #I have a very exciting Lucifer x f!reader oneshot coming out this Sunday in celebration of Valentine's day #no one ever reads the notes #lol #but get ready #hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel x reader #Hazbin Hotel lucifer #Hazbin Hotel Lucifer x reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfiction writing #fic writing #writing fanfic #fanfic writer #ao3 writer #fanfic authors

[wikiangela]

inspiration saturday/seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz @buckaroosheart @hippolotamus (tagging y'all back for seven sentence sunday <33)

still trying to get back to writing and currently jumping between wips again lol - and I made a lil moodboard for the cheating fic + title reveal haha - for once I have a title waaaay before I'm gonna finish the fic - it's the line that inspired this whole fic but a bit edited, from mgk's 'loco' (the og line is 'got a man at home but she loves the way I taste')

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“Uh, yeah, I guess it was.” Buck finally responds, quickly getting out of bed and taking his pillow with him and covering himself. He feels too exposed like that, standing in front of Eddie, but he needs to put some distance between them. “It was- it was a-” his voice shakes, he feels like his body is physically trying to stop him from saying these words, “a drunken mistake. It doesn’t- it won’t change anything, right?” he finally looks at Eddie, who’s staring at him with wide, sad eyes, and Buck has no time or energy to read into it right now. “It doesn’t have to be weird.” he sounds pleading, begging, just needing Eddie to say that they can get back to normal and pretend it never happened. 

“No, of course.” Eddie’s voice sounds hoarse, and he clears his throat, a faint smile on his face. “We were drunk, it was- it was nothing. Let’s just forget anything happened.” Eddie’s words sting. Buck was hoping for them, but they still hurt, and he immediately wants him to take it back, he wants to backtrack on what he said earlier, he wants to- he really needs to get a fucking grip and sort out his feelings.

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#buddie cheating fic #poor buck is still spiraling and im enjoying writing this way too much lmao i don't even like cheating fics wtf haha #inspiration saturday #seven sentence sunday #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste) #moodboard #fic moodboard #wikiangela writes #buddie fic #buddie #buddie wip #fic snippet #my wips #rn im focusing on 4 fics - this + natalia fic + married buddie + alive shannon #no idea which one of the oneshots will be done first i just go where inspiration takes me lol #also i might have gotten another new idea yesterday but i wrote it down and not touching it until one of these is done lol #i still suck at moodboards but ngl they're fun to make haha

[appocalipse]

hi anon!!! that’s so sweet! steve being steve | really short baby blurb for confession sunday!

“Y/N?”

You're sleeping on the couch, adorably curled up, arm under your head being used as a makeshift pillow. It can't be a really comfortable position, Steve thinks, taking off his Family Video vest and walking into the bedroom to get something to warm you up with. He comes back with a blanket. Luckily, you don't wake up when he covers you with it, shifting a little in your sleep.

He's sure he told you he'd be working late. Robin finally had a date and he didn't mind covering for her — she'd done the same for him so many times it would simply be mean not to do it.

But now, looking at you, sleeping on his couch while you were probably waiting for him to get home from work, Steve feels a little regret. A little.

The couch is too small for him to join you without waking you, so he just sits on the floor and strokes your hair slowly, leaning in a little to press his lips to your forehead absentmindedly. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he smiles against your skin, gentle lips then moving down to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your chin.

You look seriously adorable right now.

Steve is pretty sure he loves you.

It’s only been a month and he doesn’t want to scare you away — but it’s raining outside, you look as beautiful as ever and he’s sure you’re way past consciousness. He can tell you and still not tell you, right?

“You're the best thing that's happened to me, you know that?” he says, obviously not expecting an answer. The rain picks up, hitting the window hard and catching Steve's eye for a moment. His smile grows bigger then, a fond memory playing in his head, “You know what this reminds me of? The day I met you.”

A day that had everything to be the worst ever — it was raining terribly, he was late for a date, and his car decided to just die in the middle of the road — but that day gave him you. Now, it was Steve's favorite day.

“You appeared out of nowhere, pink umbrella in hand,” Steve brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes and smiles, “God, you ruined all the other girls for me right there and then. I love you, Y/N. Thanks for sharing your umbrella with me.”

#confession sunday #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington drabble

[matherines]

Six Sentence Sunday

thank you to darling dearest @ssmtskw for tagging me in my first six sentence sunday!!

to switch it up a little, here’s a snippet from a silly oneshot in the works called “for research purposes,” in which henry fox, romance author, has some very specific writer’s block and enlists alex’s help off of grindr. for research purposes, obviously.

But – well.

He is kind of expecting something.

And it’s not as if he and Alex haven’t discussed it rather extensively. It’s also not as if Alex isn’t intimately aware of the ways in which their experience will be used, because apparently he’s read all of Henry’s books. Multiple times. Which is only three, really, Henry isn’t Danielle Steel, but the first time Alex sent him a picture of one of his own books on the shelf behind his bed Henry almost had a stroke – only half of which had been caused by the fucked-out smirk on Alex’s face and the flush on his chest.

tagging whichever lovely people haven’t already done this challenge this week, but namely @later-2-dae @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes and @rockyroadkylers because i want to see all of their amazing ideas!

#ao3 #rwrb discord #rwrb fanfic #writing #oneshot #six sentence sunday

[newtonsheffield]

Not wanting to be that person but that gym AU seems peak horniness for Kate and Anthony and given it’s almost spicy Sunday could we see a tiny snippet of them in that universe?

Yeah alright, let's do it.

You literally cannot keep doing this. It's basically sexual harassment.

Kate hissed to herself as she walked through the door of the gym, her eyes already scanning the floor as she waved to Sophie behind the desk and ridiculously, her heart sank.

She'd been coming here every day for three weeks now, ever since she'd noticed him. Ever since he'd leaned over her at the water fountain and she'd felt his chest press against her accidentally and their fingers had brushed and he'd smelled like cologne even though she'd been able to see the strand of his hair that had fallen down under his backwards cap was damp with sweat. He'd smiled at her, and she'd been a little startled by the boyish handsomeness of his face and his voice had been rough,

"Sorry, I um- didn't mean to brush past you there."

"You're fine." She'd managed to choke out, startlingly aware of his body standing close to hers as his eyes had burned into hers.

"I'm Anthony." His long eyelashes fluttered at her and something tugged in her stomach.

"I'm Kate."

He bit his lip, and then he'd nodded and his eyes had flickered down her as he'd walked backwards away.

She'd come back the next day, just as she'd been planning to anyway and just as she'd settled on the treadmill, falling into the rhythm she'd spotted him, just to the right of the weights area. He was facing away from her, facing the mirror, his brow was furrowed under his cap, his muscles were coiled tight as his hips rolled against a foam roller. Kate felt her breath catch in her throat and her chest felt even tighter than normal as his hips ground languidly against the floor and she watched his jaw clench in the mirror and her stomach dropped.

And suddenly she was flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling as her head pounded.

"Are you alright?" Her stomach dropped again at the sound of his voice, his face appearing above her, brow furrowed with concern.

Kate cleared her throat, sitting up quickly, "Yeah, I um- I just read a text and I lost the sync."

He bit his lip again, "You read a text hey?"

"I read a text."

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

She rolled her eyes and bit back a smile, "Three."

Anthony clicked his tongue disappointedly as he flicked his wrist quickly and a fourth finger appeared. "Shame. Might be a concussion."

"I think I'll be fine."

Anthony sighed, scratching at the stubble on his cheeks that she could almost feel scratching at her skin. "Well, take it easy Kate. Maybe don't pay so much attention to what other people are doing hey?"

He walked away with a wink and she should have been mortified, but she wasn't, all she'd done was stare after him.

She'd felt his eyes on her as he stretched in front of her and she ran and just as he'd picked up his towel to go he waved at her, his tongue darting out over his lips as he walked past the treadmill.

"See you tomorrow hey?"

She'd told herself it was ridiculous, told herself she was going to the gym anyway, she wasn't going just to stare at some man she barely even knew. Even if she laid in bed at night and thought about how his hips rolled, how his muscles flexed and she could almost hear his voice rasping in her ear. Every day she'd seen him and heat had licked at her stomach as she'd watched him and her cheeks had flushed and she'd bit back the urge to moan as he winked at her watching in the mirror. But not today apparently.

"Soph, hey." Kate spun around at the sound of his voice.

He had his towel tucked over his shoulder a water bottle in his hand, and his biceps rippled as he lifted the hem of his shirt, dabbing at his forehead and exposing his abs. "Oh, hey, Kate."

Kate felt her lips part as she stared at him, his muscle tee still tucked up under his armpits and she'd meant to say Hi, Anthony but what came out was instead-

"Why are you sweaty already?"

Anthony blinked at her, a slow smile curving his lips, "I ran here today."

"Don't you think that's a little... ambitious?" Kate scoffed, "You're coming here to work out, you don't need to run there and back."

Anthony's laugh barked through the room before he shrugged, "Well, I feel a little tight through me quads and hamstrings so I'm mostly just gonna stretch today."

Kate nearly groaned as her stomach dropped, "That seems unnecessary."

"I don't think so."

He brushed past her again, heading towards the mats and she couldn't stop the tiny sigh,

"Oh god, please fuck me."

It was torture, it really was.

Kate could feel heat flicking over every inch of her skin as her feet pounded on the treadmill and her chest felt tight and all the while Anthony's hips rolled against the roller. He was leaning on one knee, his eyes locked with hers and his lips rocked forwards as his tongue darted out over his lips. There was still sweat dripping down his forehead from his run and Kate couldn't take it anymore.

She turned off the treadmill, snatching up her water bottle and towel, wiping the sweat from her brow as her shoulders heaved and she made her way towards the showers. She leaned against the water fountain, fighting the urge to fan herself as she fought to catch her breath.

"Leaving early today?"

Anthony's voice was rough in her ear, like smooth velvet as his arms bracketed her, almost pressing her against the fountain but giving her plenty of space to slip out if she wanted. Instead she pressed back against him, a groan rising in her throat as she felt the firm wall of his chest behind her, and she just gave in.

"I just had something else in mind."

She reached back, twisting her fingers in his shirt and pushed him through the bathroom door.

His lips were hot and desperate on hers, bruising almost as his hands tightened around her waist, dragging her even closer against him until all the curves of their bodies were pressed together. She swallowed the moan that grew in the back of his throat as she tangled her tongue with his. He smelled of the same cologne he always did mingled with sweat and his skin was hot under her hands as she tugged at his shirt.

His lips fell to her neck as their clothes pooled on the floor and they stumbled back wards into the shower. Anthony reached back and water tumbled over them, forcing the temperature between them even hotter.

Fuck you're so beautiful His words were pressed into his skin, nipping and teasing at her skin, Fuck I think about you all the time.

She felt her legs fall open as his hand slid up her thigh and neither of them bothered to swallow their moans as their bodies pressed against the wall and his fingers slipped over her. His tongue slid back into her mouth as she gasped and she felt her eyes roll back. She wrapped her legs around her waist and felt her hips roll against his hand trying to force his hand to move faster. And suddenly it was gone all together.

A ridiculous whine built in the back of her throat, and she bucked her hips against him slowly, her teeth nipping at his throat, at the corner of his jaw feeling a little smug as his eyes rolled back and a feral growl slipped from his lips.

"Fuck you're impatient aren't you?"

"You've been teasing me for weeks." Kate gasped, their skin burning as it slid together. "Give me what I want."

Anthony claimed her lips as his hips snapped forward and the filthy kiss turned into a sharp gasp as their bodies joined together. The pace was a little punishing, sharp snaps and slow rolls leaving her breathless. Every movement a languid, sensual thing that pressed her even further into the cold tile of the cubicle. The hot water trickled over her skin and his lips seemed to be everywhere. On hers, on her neck, on her chest, his tongue slipping into her ear as he gasped and groaned

oh fuck, you feel incredible, Kate. You're so fucking stunning. Oh fuck, Oh just like that, Babe. Tell me what feels good for you. Fuck I want you to come.

She could hardly breathe, every drag of air into her chest burned more than the one before as tension crackled between them and their eyes met again and again and heat coiled in her stomach

More, Fuck, more. Fuck, I'm so close, Anthony.

She was on fire completely. It felt dirty and a little bit wrong, to have dragged someone into the bathroom after her and let him press her against the wall, the give and take sensual and filthy in equal turns. Every second seemd to push her closer and closer to the edge until she was left clinging to him, so close to oblivion she could almost taste it in his tongue and-

"Come to dinner with me." Anthony's movements stopped suddenly, his eyes burning into hers.

"What?!" Kate gasped, reeling from the change in his tone.

"Come to dinner with me." He said again his hips starting to roll forward, torturously slowly again, his lips ghosting over her ear. "Have dinner with me. We could be like this all the fucking time, Kate. Say yes and you can come, babe."

"yes." It was more a moan than a word, and the second it fell from her lips a growl ripped from his chest and his hips snapped forward again.

She could barely hold on. Kate;s fingernails bit into his shoulders and their tongues met under the warm water, her vision blurred slightly and seconds later she exploded

Fuck!

Anthony followed her over the edge with a roar and heat spread over her thigh as he rocked against her.

The water kept raining down on them as they stayed pressed together.

His eyelids seemed heavy and he nuzzled softly against her neck.

"Holy fuck." He groaned, "That was incredible."

Kate nodded, her fingers threading through his hair, "That was pretty fucking great."

He pulled back, grinning down at her, "Hell of a precursor to a first date."

And before Kate could respond a loud banging filled the air.

"Anthony!" A man's voice called out, "Sophie told me to tell you you can't fuck in the women's bathroom! This is a public space!"

"Fuck." Anthony groaned again but he didn't pull away from her, his already flushed cheeks, deepening.

"Do you know him?" Kate gasped, still fighting to draw breath.

"My brother and his girlfriend own this gym."

"What?!"

#am I gonna post this as a oneshot?? probably. #spicy sunday🌶 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[jichanxo]

sunday six :D

taking the initiative for a change.... so i'm going to boop @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @skysquid22 @overdevelopedglasses

chipping away at sensei fic this week! here's kitakata and yagami making out lol excuse my bluntness... don't feel obligated to read if you're not into that o7

Yagami reached for Kitakata’s arm, found his hand, and guided it to his hip. Yagami pulled away from the kiss.

“Touch me, would you?”

Kitakata’s breath was warm on his lips. “Where would you like it?”

“Figure it out yourself.” He said and kissed him again. Kitakata didn’t seem to complain. His fingers slipped under the hem of Yagami’s shirt, meeting skin. He touched along the base of his spine, and Yagami couldn’t suppress the slight shiver that went through him. He could only imagine how gratifying this was for Kitakata. Hell, just seeing Yagami checking him out probably made his whole week, now this. He’d never be able to stop him from flirting now.

Yagami leaned into Kitakata’s hold, into his mouth, against that eager tongue. He was about to make Kitakata’s whole damn year.

#sunday six #good evening kuwagami nation #excuse my eagerness i've been sitting on this snippet for days #funnily enough an accidental pair with the last sunday six i posted #feels like i'm starting to make a bit more progress thank goodness #i've been needing to go over this scene for a long time and i finally did! #unlike my last sunday six this one is basically all new writing #the “make his week/year” thing was from the previous version of this scene and that's about it #for reference they first kiss at.... page 16 of my doc #and this is after the second kiss (unless i make drastic changes) and it's on.... page 44. lol #i know that doesn't say a whole lot since font size but yknow. just for reference as to how i'm going #not used to working on anything that's not a short oneshot so it's been an experience for sure #excuse my waffling i just can't stop yapping about sensei fic #four-white-trees can you just pretend you didn't get sent this whole scene yesterday? great wonderful thank you

[fionaswhvre]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @hippolotamus @jeeyuns 💕

ok this is just a crack! fic so bear with me

OR

how i imagine s7 buddie speedrun to be

Buck falls asleep on Eddie's couch and Eddie realizes he is in love.

"I love you, Buck." Eddie says, to which Buck replies, "Oh- I love you too."

Christopher is at Abuela's so they fuck on the couch.

The next day, Eddie says, "Evan, will you marry me?"

Buck: "OMG you said my real name so yes!"

Chim makes a joke, Hen gives them good advice, Maddie says she always knew, Christopher calls Buck "Dad!" and Bobby & Athena warn Eddie to never hurt their son.

They live happily ever after.

Tags: @cal-daisies-and-briars @your-catfish-friend @revenge-of-the-assbutt @buttercupbuck @butchdiaz @eddiediaztho @eddiediazes @butchdiaz @buckleyobsessed @theotherbuckley @diazevan @caroandcats @aa-lionheart @cinematics123

#buddie oneshot #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buddie crack #seven sentence sunday #crack fic #911 fox

[sports-on-sundays]

I saw that youre requests were open and that you’re willing to write for Hector Fort! Could you do one where it’s sort of enemies to lovers type vibe and your Marc Guiu’s sister so him and the whole team can see that there’s a lot more going on between you and hector and other feelings than just hate and when he finally realised his feelings it’s all cutesy. xx

love to hate you / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x female!Guiu!reader - You and Héctor have feelings for each other. You both assume those feelings are hate.

Warnings: censored cussing, teasing that feels straight out of an 80's high school movie or something (I don't watch those; I'm just guessing how they would be)

Requested?: Indeed.

Author's Note: Thanks for requesting.💖 I hope you like it.

"You're bad," you say with a smirk as Héctor Fort walks past you, staring straight ahead, clearly trying to avoid meeting your eyes.

His jaw clenches, and you comment after him, following him down the steps off the training field, "Marc is so much better than you."

"Leave me alone!" he suddenly snaps, suddenly swiveling on his heel to face you. You stop walking abruptly, as to not completely run into him. You falter, than take a step back at how close he is. He continues, "You're so annoying. Like a fly, buzzing in my ear."

"I just like to see your dumb reactions," you taunt, but somewhere deeper within you, you don't like the way he speaks about you so off-handedly, so unimportant.

"Why do you care so much?" he snorts, but you decide to take it as a rhetoric question.

You're about to fire some lame comeback off from the top of your head, when suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, and your brother, Marc, appears beside you, but he's looking at Héctor. "Are you two bothering each other again?"

"She's bothering me!" Héctor snaps.

"Your very presence bothers me!"

"Hey, hey," Marc says in a soothing tone. "Calm down. My God. Listen, Y/n, I'll meet you by the car in a few minutes. Leave Héctor alone."

You cross your arms. "You talk as though he's so innocent! It's not like I jab him for no reason-"

"Y/n! Stop!" Marc complains, gently shoving you down the hall, toward the exit. "I'll be at the car in a bit."

You roll your eyes, sigh, but nod, stalking off.

When Marc gets to the car and sits down next to him, he demands, "Why do you and Héctor hate each other? What is it?"

"He's annoying," you claim.

"That's it? I mean, you guys waste so much time with each other..."

You keep your head high and claim, "I take every opportunity I can to get under his skin."

Marc just sighs, turns the key in his car, and shakes his head, apparently too defeated to try to respond. You don't care.

You love to hate Héctor.

"Get out of my way," Héctor's annoying voice snaps behind you, gently shoving you in the back. "You walk so f*cking slow."

You turn around to retort, "I can walk as fast as I want, and it's too bad if you don't like it!"

"That's a lot coming from someone who is, like, four feet tall," I comments with a smirk, giving you a hard pat on the head.

"Shut up!"

"What's that? Didn't hear you down there. Wanna repeat?" he scoffs, his smirk growing.

"I'm not too short to punch you in the face, if I so desire!" you fire back, glaring at the taller individual.

"Oh, right. I'd like to see you try," he says, shoving past you as he saunters off.

"You really think you're so hot and sexy and cool, don't you? Give me a break!" you call in anger after him.

Suddenly Fermín López slips past you with an (much more polite than Héctor's 'Get out of my way,'), "Excuse me."

You nod, quickly stepping out of the way to let him through, but a little amused smile appears on his face as he gives you a very light, playful shove, "Hot, sexy, and cool?"

You like Fermín, and you know he's just teasing, but it's rare you can be lighthearted concerning Héctor. Your jaw clenches as you blurt, "Everyone knows what I meant!"

But Fermín waves his hand as he walks off, shaking his head, and says simply, "Do we?"

That's a question you should give more thought to, but instead you call, "Yes, Fermín, we do!"

Strange things come from eavesdropping on long phone conversations.

Even though you're staying over, you know Marc thinks you can't hear him talking with one of his teammates... you're not sure which one, but you know it's not, at least, Héctor Fort.

You know that because of the comment from Marc that made your ears perk up in the first place.

"Yeah, I mean, but, this is obvious, is it not? Héctor and Y/n- it's like they feed off each other's attention. It's clear they're obsessed with each other, and neither of them just want to admit it. Or, at least, I'm sure Héctor is."

You continue listening to the conversation, but only manage to hear Marc's half of it, through the door. After a pause, he continues, "Do you see how he looks at her?... Exactly! I don't know what to think about it, because Héctor's a good friend of mine. I literally asked him about it, and he like looked all grumpy and snapped way too angrily about how he hates Y/n and she's so annoying... Yeah. They give so much attention to each other. I'm starting to think Y/n cares more about getting Héctor's attention than she does actually following me around everywhere. She gives more time to him than me. Not that I care, but it's funny... Right... Hah, you want to do that?... Yeah, right. I mean, if they really do feel that way about each other, at some point, it'll just come out, and someone will realize and confess. I don't think they're that unaware- they just don't want to admit it... Oh, alright. See you tomorrow... Bye."

Your fists clenches. You heart pounds. Your head spins.

Is it really so obvious that you and Héctor like each other, when to both of you, it seems so ridiculously obvious you hate each other?

Or at least you think you hate each other.

Right?

"If you two keep this up, I'm going to confiscate your coming-to-football-training privileges, Y/n," Marc comments as he sees you and Hector in another argument, on the sidelines of the training pitch. He's crossing his arms, but smirking teasingly. "I mean, I know you two just can't get enough of each other, but really. It's getting to be a bit much."

He reaches you two, and gently shoves Héctor out of his way, teasingly, with a little grin. Héctor complains, "Marc!" but stumbles right into you. You, too, dodder back from Hector, almost slip on the grass, but feel a hand on your wrist before you can actually fall. You're expecting Marc, and don't mind him helping you straighten yourself, but when you look up and see the greyish brown eyes of Héctor Fort looking back at you, and his hand holding your wrist, you tear it away and snap, "Héctor!" instead.

Marc snorts, and as Lamine walks over, joining Marc, he comments, "You two are helplessly in love!"

"Oh, give me a break!" you say, feeling overly upset, indignant, and embarrassed at this teasing. "Even he thinks so?"

Marc shrugs, always being the type of older brother to take any and all opportunities to tease you. "Y/n, do you realize that whenever we tease you guys about this, Héctor never seems to say anything, let alone object?"

You see Marc's and Héctor's eyes lock for a second, and Héctor turns a deep shade of red as he comment, "Ah, Marc... Don't... Don't even say that... I, uh, should get back to training-" And just like that, he's off.

You look to Marc, who shrugs. Both him and Lamine are grinning stupidly. "Just saying," Marc teases, and then walks off with Lamine.

And you're left with that to occupy your thoughts.

After about a month of deciding to avoid following Marc around to football training, because of all the weird rumors about you and Héctor, your heart aches in longing, but you'll never admit to yourself that it's longing for Héctor himself.

You'll never admit you're actually missing him.

But today, you've had enough. You want to see him again, and, clearly, that's because you think he must be deprived of the misery and making fun of that you like to invoke on him weekly.

You just keep telling yourself you might just love to hate him slightly too much.

"Oh, look who's back! Why haven't you been at training for so long?" Héctor speaks mockingly, but there's a big grin on his face to see you.

You take it as a taunting one, and answer back, "Because I'm sick of seeing your handsome f*cking face!" You're not quite sure why the word 'handsome' slipped out of your lips with the insult, but you don't bother with it.

But he does. "Handsome? First right thing you've ever said in your life."

You snort and say, "If I'm such a nuisance, then why the hell do you bother with me? Is it because I'm not so bad myself?" If this is flirting, you ignore that, because it makes more sense for it to be teasing.

"Well!" he grins wider with a chuckle, his brown eyes sparkling. "It's not my fault that the cutest girl I've ever see just has to be also the most annoying girl I've ever met, is it?"

"Cute?!" you hoot. "What on earth would make you say that?!"

You watch as Héctor gives a very quick glance around, seeing that all his teammates must've hit the locker room by now, considering the hallway is empty.

Except for you and him, of course.

"I don't know... It just dawned on me..." Suddenly his eyes soften, and he looks down into yours. Your whole body tenses when his hand slips to your waist, just holding it gently. He smirks a little, but his eyes remain tentative, and perhaps even a little unsure. "Maybe sassy girls like you are my type."

Your jaw clenches as every single little tease from Héctor zooms through your mind at lightning speed, and then all the little teases from everyone else, about how you're so into to each other. About how you're hiding emotions. All those things you've been brushing off-

Clearly Héctor has decided there's no reason to brush those off now.

You feel your face heat a little. "Why?" you blurt. "Don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? No," he responds, his eyes searching yours for... something. "No, I don't hate you. If I hate anything, it's the fact that I love you."

Your jaw drops. You heart pounds in your ears.

"I think it just... I saw you, after not seeing you for a while, and it clicked in my brain," he continues.

"O- Oh..." you stutter, before blurting again, without any thought, "Well, I love to hate you."

His eyes freeze. Stop searching. His hand leaves your waist, but it doesn't feel right. It feels like his hand slipping away, like that's taking a part of you away with him. "Oh, alright. If you want it to be that way, that's fine, too." But disappointment, and confusion floods his being. He turns on his heel, about to walk away, leave you there, after all that, accepting your foolish proclamation in resignation.

"But, uh, wait, Héctor-!" you suddenly call, rushing after him. You grab his wrist. Slip it down to hold his hand. He turns to face you, staring down at you. You blush deeply at the intense eye contact, before saying softly, with an embarrassed, shuttering breath, "But maybe I would love to love you even more."

You glance away from his eyes, feeling the intensity from them far too strongly as he breathes, "Wait, really?"

"Yeah, maybe..." you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

He beams so brightly, his cheeks all pink. "This is such on a whim, but I feel like there's so much we've been denying."

Sounds just like something Marc would say to me teasingly, about Héctor.

But you smile a little back.

"So, what, now you're going to be all shy?" he teases softly, his hand gently rubbing yours. "Come on, now. I know you can be all cheeky. You're going to be shy now?" But he doesn't seem to mind, as he reaches up to gently tilt your chin, so you're forced to look at him.

"Ah, stop, Héctor..." you chuckle nervously, as butterflies begin to swarm in your stomach.

"Ah, I see," he grins, apparently not intending to stop at all. "You're all tough when you get to be petty, but as soon as I do something really relational, you get all embarrassed!"

"Oh, stop!" you giggle, clutching his hand more, your feet involuntarily stepping closer to him.

"Why should I? You're kind of cute."

"Because I say so!" you grin, looking up at him with shining eyes.

"Mmm, yeah. And you know I have to listen to everything you say, huh?"

"Yeah, because-"

"Oh, stop talking, or else the moment will pass!" he suddenly interrupts. You eyebrows crease together, but immediately you understand as he leans down-

And gently pecks your lips, before pulling away, his face red.

But you cry, indignant, "Oh, come on! Not something at least a little bit more grand?!"

He opens his mouth to speak, but you stand up on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him before he can get out whatever words he was going to.

And yours is a real kiss.

When you finally, in sync, pull away from each other, he murmurs, "Oh, God. Didn't I tell you I think you're cute because you're sassy?"

"Because you're into that?" you tease softly, but are still blushing deeply at the kiss.

"Yes, exactly," he grins. "Because I'm into you."

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[treescape]

Six Sentence Sunday - The Generals' Secret

This is from a oneshot I've been working on for ages in which Anakin stumbles across a book that's basically published fic of him and Obi-Wan and obviously can't help but read it. Slightly more than six sentences, but:

He knows it’s a bad idea. It would be a bad idea even if he hadn’t been in love with his former Master for years, hadn’t longed for Obi-Wan to look at him the way the man on the cover looks at his lover. For as long as Anakin can remember, Obi-Wan has been telling him that his recklessness will get him into trouble, and somehow, this feels about as reckless as it gets.

Just a peek, he tells himself. He’ll take just a peek, just to satisfy his curiosity, and then he’ll try to sleep.

His mouth inexplicably dry, he opens the file. He figures he’ll just scroll around a little, maybe pick a random page, see if anything catches his eye. He’ll—

Cheeks flushing with a suddenness that leaves him almost lightheaded, Anakin can feel his eyes widening as his eyes catch on the words before them.

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[g-xix]

Can I request a 7 minutes in heaven style smut for JJ, like we tease him all night at the party and when the game makes us both get locked in a wardrobe, he fucks us like we love

I'll owe you some beautiful beautiful flowers 🌷🌷🌹🌹 if you do write this for me xx

Seven Minutes in Heaven | JJ KSI Olatunji

i love sunflowers!! (I will gobble a toe for u if u get me those xoxo) That said- uhm- yes, this idea is amazing?!?!? Is this gonna become a series w the Sidemen&co 👀👀 U tell me! Also picture proof of why u need more KSI smut:

Daddy material. Anyways, lmk if u want this as a series + thoughts!!

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JJ's glare was burnt right through me as I joint the drunk circle, taking a sip from my bottle whilst Tobi pulled me over.

"What's going on here, then?" I asked, spotting a few familiar faces within the circle of boys and girls, all giggling and leaning on one another as they passed a bag around.

"Seven minutes in heaven, you game?" Tobi questioned, slipping one of his rings off and dropping it into the bag as it came around to him- passing it onto the next guy in the circle.

That made sense as to why Simon, Ethan, Vik and the other taken men sat on the outskirts of the circle instead of inside with all the single-tons- Harry, Tobi, JJ, Cal's and more included. 

Whilst I answered Tobi and made a little small talk, the burning gaze of JJ's eyes against my figure made me feel as though I was under a spotlight. The way he singled me out and couldn't rip his eyes off of me, I knew it was just the price I had to pay for teasing him all night. 

Because it's all well and good wearing his favourite dress- pulling the corset slightly lower so that there's the perfectly enticing amount of cleavage on display for him to ogle at as I enter the party-  leaning forwards each time I laugh so that JJ's eyes flicker down from my eyes to my chest, tent in his boxers growing tighter by the second. 

It only made it worse when I placed a hand on his thigh to steady myself when I sat down besides him- my hand dangerously near to his crotch and making him let out an audible groan as he felt just a fraction of touch before I pulled away.

Now he looked as though he was just waiting for an opportunity to get rid off all that tension that grew between the two of us  with some good, hardcore dogging.

I leant against Tobi, watching as couple after couple went in and out of the wardrobe (some boys even getting their object picked out twice and going into the wardrobe two times with different girls) before the bag came around to me.

As I delved my hand in, Tobi pat my back and encouraged me to make a good decision, as I rifled through the objects, until my fingers clasped around the object at the bottom- the soft material folded in a tight bundle almost wrapping around my fingers, practically begging me to pull it out.

The object unravelled in my fingers as I pulled it out.

A bandana.

"You all know what that means!" Calfreezy cheered as he got JJ to his feet, Tobi in turn pushing me to the wardrobe.

JJ seemed as though he was somewhere else mentally- not reacting to the cheers of the room as he was first to step into the wardrobe- and I could only gulp as I followed him in. I slowly began regretting my teasing actions and taunting earlier in the night as it began dawning on me that for seven minutes he'd be able to make it even for tonight.

The first thing I noticed when Tobi shuts the door and the clink of the lock mutes out the noise of the outside environment- is how dark it is.

Then I noticed how close JJ and I were, his breath cool against my collarbone and body flush against mine.

It only took JJ a moment to adapt to the darkness before his hand found my jaw- making me elicit a gasp as I felt his hand close around my jaw, yanking my head up to (assumingly) look into his face.

"What you want me to do to you for the next seven minutes," JJ's voice was dangerously low. I'd never heard or seen him this serious before- this affected by a bit of teasing before- but the way he was so volatile turned me on immensely. I clenched my thighs together in anticipation, my tongue already feeling heavy as lead as I tried to respond, though my shyness drew me back. 

It was fun teasing JJ, but now that we were together and he clearly wanted to get his own back, it felt a lot more dangerous to be smart with him.

"Funny how quiet you are after all that teasing," He sneered, his voice laced with a smirk which only made him more sexy. His hands trailed down from my waist to the curves of my hips, reaching to the bottom of my arse before reaching up and grabbing the pillowy flesh with two rough hands which made me arch my back into his touch with a whine. "That's okay though, princess, I'll make sure you're loud-"

I let out another gasp as I felt his mouth connect to my neck hungrily, his tongue licking a stripe over my neck as I leaned my head back, letting out a moan as he found a sensitive spot effortlessly. My chest began rising and falling with quick breaths as JJ sucked on the spot, undeniably leaving a hickey I'd discover later- cruelly biting back down on it after pulling away and making me let out a gasped-moan as the pain went straight to my aching core.

His hands made their way up from my behind, to the corset top- ripping the cups down and shoving the bra to the side so that my tits were exposed- his hands grabbing onto the soft flesh and groping them roughly, thumbs flicking over the sensitive bud before he lowered his face- his wet mouth wrapping around one whilst his fingers still payed attention to the other with crude flicks and pinches that had my back arching off of the  wall and whines leaving my throat like second nature.

I could've wrapped my legs around his head and had him eat me out til I was crying, the way his mouth worked magic on every part of my body, but as he unlatched his mouth from my titty with a wet pop sound I remembered the time limitation we were working against.

Though that wasn't to say that this couldn't continue elsewhere. 

I sank to my knees in an instant in front of him- battling with his belt, tugging to undo the buckle and pull it off to get to the treasure beneath- though clearly JJ wasn't having it. His fingers threaded through my hair roughly as my grabbed my hair and pulled me back up to my feet forcefully- turning me around and slamming my front into the wardrobe wall with such power the little wooden think wobbled beneath us.

"Oh you aren't giving me head, you deserve punishing for that shit you pulled on me earlier-" His fingers roughly trailed up my thigh to the panties beneath my skirt, his thumb tracing the lacy edge all the way to my clit where he circled it through the material- arousal apparent as he felt the dampness through my panties. I whined and chased his fingers as he pulled away- though he only lost contact for a moment before his index and middle finger wrapped around the band of the panties, pulling them down my legs until they rested besides my knees- one long finger trailing all too slowly all the way from my hole up to my clit- gather arousal on his finger as he swiped. My back arched and a high moan left my mouth as his finger circled over my clit before pushing into my aching hole roughly, using the arousal as lubricant as I tightened around his digit, unbelievably needy for him.

"Please, JJ," I couldn't believe I was needy enough to beg, but desperate times clearly called for desperate measures. "Please, I need you- please- I can't..."

"Can't what?" His words felt like honey, the way the smirk in his voice was so tantalising, yet the tone and meaning behind his words really had me tightening around thin air. "Tell me what you want- say it- beg for it, bitch."

"Please, fuck me- fuck- please, I need your cock," My words were foreign to me- JJ's touch having me saying words I'd never imagine coming from my mouth- and as JJ inserted the tip and slid into me all the way until he'd bottomed out- he had me making noises I never thought I would, either.

He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back with such force my face was smushed against the cold wardrobe wall- my hard nipples pressed flush against the cold wood as well- only providing more stimulation as I felt myself clenching around JJ. 

The smell of sex began filling the wardrobe, the lewd, wet slaps of his manhood against my dripping core sending my head spiralling as it clouded with the obsessive thoughts of JJ's thick cock pushing into me, hitting all those sensitive spots whilst everyone else was outside- likely still very able to hear what was happening inside.

I felt myself tightening around JJ, becoming very aware of the pressure building and knot forming low in in stomach where I felt JJ hit with each rough thrust, coupled with the occasional ass-spank and grab of my hair backwards, causing my moans to sound raw and broken as he fucked me brain-dead on him.

I was right on the edge- so close and so fucking high on the feeling- when JJ suddenly pulled away.

His cum leaked from his tip- landing warm and sticky (and not inside me) as he got his release with a large groan. But I could only whimper as I felt the oh so pleasurable knot within my stomach become distant and a long-lost desire as my release fizzled away. My legs shook, back almost painful from arching so needily as I felt my thoughts and voice return to me. 

"W-what the fuck?" I asked, almost whining, as I felt my pussy clenching- fluttering around nothing- as the thought of orgasm slowly slipped away.

"Payback for teasing me." JJ's smirk withdrew a groan from me- unbelievably frustrated by his stupid revenge. Though JJ leaned in as he buckled his trousers back up to leave me with one final, husky message, nipping my ear as his breath landed cool against my neck. "But if you wanna finish this somewhere... My room in fifteen minutes."

The door opened perfectly at that moment- allowing JJ to strut out to the sound of the room cheering whilst I pulled my skirt back down hastily, barely getting decent before I was visible- stepping out just slightly less proudly than JJ- face heating up as I recieved a cheer of my own- JJ's prideful smirk popping his dimples out annoyingly cockily/

And just as promised, fifteen minutes later, he slipped out of the party with a wink and beckon.

And who was I not to follow him up to his room.

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Self Promo Sunday: "Bless What is Given You"

I realize that it's time to roll out the Christmas-y fics, but I had one more Thanksgiving story, and I didn't want to leave it out. I hope you will still enjoy it, even in December. There’s a nod to a missing moment from 3x19, but then it jumps to post s6 in Storybrooke, to all of them in their happy beginning… Most of this is also written in Robin Hood's point-of-view, so there is some Outlaw Queen in amongst the larger Swan Jones Charming Mills family fluff, if that is a deal-breaker for anyone...

** Also available on AO3, if that is your preference **

by: @snowbellewells

“Do you mean to tell me you think you know better than a queen?” Regina’s haughty voice practically dripped disdain from each clipped, precise syllable she spoke. The perfect arch of her sculpted brow rose in question, disbelief and disapproval clear on her challenging, flawless face, even if her tone had not made her opinion more than apparent. “My mother was Rumplestiltskin’s most prized pupil; he sought me out himself to train me as well, chose me to cast his precious Dark Curse… Do you honestly think the fact that you can scare off a few monkeys with your arrows and you’ve been squatting in his deserted castle makes you a better judge of...of…” Even though she spoke the “you” as though her mouth was swallowing something foul and her face scrunched up accordingly, it seemed that the formerly Evil Queen was at a rare loss for words to express just how ridiculous the very idea was.

Unfazed, the scruffy archer gazed right back at her cheekily, seeming more than a bit amused by her ruffled feathers and inability to continue. “Not sure that is quite the distinction you’re making it out to be, Milady,” he offered with a smirk.

From across the way, Snow couldn’t seem to resist chiming in with the outlaw who had once befriended a princess on the run; who, in what now seemed like another life had helped her fine-tune her skills with a bow and advised her on spots in the forest where one could most easily hunt game to eat without encountering Regina’s guards. Though Snow had long since made the choice to put their painful and sordid history in the past, there was something that teased a warble of delighted laughter up her throat at the sight of this bandit who once graced “Wanted” posters by her side agitating Regina to the point of losing all her icy, polished reserve. “It is a bit of a dubious honor, Regina, you have to admit.”

Charming beside her dipped his head to hide the chuckle rumbling in his chest as well, reaching across their round council table’s polished surface to squeeze her hand. The shepherd-prince consort would have been lying if he refused to admit there wasn’t a part of him who enjoyed watching her Majesty flounder for her unaffected poise. It went without saying that the curse they were speaking of had ripped he and Snow apart and taken their daughter from his arms almost the moment she was born; consigning them all to 28 lonely years of misery. The truth was that plain and that simple, but he wisely held his tongue. At least since his recent pirate friend had gone off on his own after their arrival back in their land, Robin was someone with whom he could break a bit of the tension and who might lighten all of their dark and despairing moods once in a while.

As they returned to discussing the plan to raid Gold’s castle here in their home realm, knowing Zelena had holed up in the Dark One’s stronghold - with Rumplestiltskin himself still prisoner - it became clear it was really the only method they had left to try, to hope that the man who always knew so much more than anyone else would also know some way out of this mess, some way to stop Regina’s rage and envy fueled half-sister. Belle across the table looked pale and strained, her lips pressed together in a thin line but determined, needing to help in whatever way she could. Even if they couldn’t free her True Love, even if his mind were already too fractured by his near death, the half-possession that had held his son’s mind within his body as well, and then that son’s violent loss, he wouldn’t want things to continue as they were; with him under Zelena’s control and bent to her will. Belle had to cling to that truth if nothing else.

Seeming to sense her flagging spirit, Charming saw Leroy sitting next to her place a clumsily large, ax-calloused hand over her slender, tiny one and give it a reassuring squeeze. The dwarf leaned over to whisper encouragingly to the petite beauty, and the prince realized that even within his inner circle of friends and allies there were deeper friendships, and stories leading to them, that he didn’t know, as Belle’s petite frame relaxed and her tense shoulders lowered slightly at the stout little man’s clearly welcomed assurances. The former shepherd thought he just made out the kind, if gruffly voiced, words, “Hang in there, Sister, the battle ain’t over yet.” Charming smiled; that might as well be a mantra for all of them.

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Robin of Locksley, otherwise known in the Enchanted Forest these days by his more colorful moniker of Robin Hood, simply could not seem to help it. He knew something about him - be it his cavalier attitude towards risk and danger, his leisurely and rather lax methods of ruling over his crew (Can he help it if he’d trust them with his life and has never had cause to question their loyalty or skill?) or perhaps it was just his very form and person she objected to. Whatever the case may be, he couldn’t help goading her Majesty, rattling that posh control of which the woman seemed so proud. Behind the cool and haughty veneer Regina Mills carefully wore, he sensed something injured - fragile, even - though she would be appalled at the thought that any weakness showed, he had no doubt of that. The irony, of course, was that bit of a chink in her flawless armor was the one thing that kept him from dismissing her as another selfish, cruel royal stepping on the backs of those less fortunate to get ahead. Her tiny show of pained humanity, the loneliness hidden behind those large dark eyes, beguiled him no matter how hard he tried to resist; drew his empathy where otherwise he would have had only scorn for her past actions and the villain she had been.

They were in the Dark Castle; seemingly, hopefully, having escaped Zelena’s notice so far, but stymied by a large door into the chamber where Rumplestiltskin had to be imprisoned. They had searched the entire rest of the castle and found it empty. None of them were foolish enough, however, to assume that the fact that they had not yet seen the Wicked Witch meant that the way ahead was safe or that she had not laid hidden snares for any intruders. Particularly not if this door were the barrier beyond which she was hiding the powerful being she meant to both use and prove herself to. There had been no other closed doors until this one, after all.

With a huff of impatience, as if she couldn’t be bothered to waste another second of her time - even with safety - the former Queen reached forward, her perfectly manicured hand nearly to the golden inlaid handle despite the Princess Snow’s warnings for caution and the Lady Belle’s wise suggestion that they wait. What appeared as bold unconcern and decisiveness radiated down her spine of steel, held ramrod-straight, but there was a slight tremor in those pale fingers, one he would have missed if he hadn’t been seeking it, just before they closed around the polished metal.

Some strange shiver of foreboding knowledge borne of a life in the forest, in the shadows, constantly on the move, pursued and on the run, made some more-than-tangible knowledge run through him, and Robin’s limbs and muscles were reacting before his mind issued a conscious order. Knowing the proud woman plowing ahead would not heed any words he called out anyway, he had silently reached over his shoulder, pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocked it to his bow, and let it fly before another moment passed, startling Regina enough as its course whistled past her ear to make her jerk back several steps. 

The feathered missile embedded in the heavy oaken portal with the solid “thunk” of a shot ringing true, but to the horror of all, rather than remaining there, vibrating from its landing, the arrow was lost from sight as the entire door was engulfed in instantaneous flames.

Watching the blaze which would undoubtedly have devoured her as well had he allowed her to pull open that door before loosing his arrow, Regina paused for mere moments before whipping around, dark eyes flashing, to arrest him angrily. “That arrow nearly took off my head!” she barked, voice as sharp as jagged glass.

Robin shot back, unable to keep himself from rising to the bait. Her lack of gratitude didn’t even surprise him by that point, but he hadn’t intended to be chastised for his quick-thinking aversion of danger either. “Where I come from a simple thank you would have sufficed.”

The regent’s black eyebrow rose in eloquent derision, making her opinion of where he came from quite clear without speaking a word. Yet, despite that hateful, snarling facade he could see the slight tremor he had previously noticed in her pale hands become a full-body quivering that, while still not plainly visible, had to be making it hard for her to remain standing, much less glaring at him with such vitriol. Her full, blood-red-painted lips trembled minutely as well until her perfect white teeth bit into the lower one, stilling it and making him swallow heavily with some reaction he couldn’t explain. She was shaken; that much he knew. But he could understand refusing to admit fear, not being able to let it show for the sake of those who follow, who must see strength to stay their course.

Thankfully, the clearly magical blaze soon expired and the way before them was as clear and unbarred as all the previous entryways they had encountered. Not without a bit of trepidation, but also as brave and determinedly as he had long since learned their hero contingent to be, Prince Charming and Snow pressed forward, followed anxiously by Belle (whom Robin’s heart panged for as she clearly ached to find the man she loved still able to recognize her and navigate his own mind) and the rest of their group. Regina just to the side, looked for all the world as if she were in no particular hurry to enter and see her former mentor, but could instead care less one way or the other. Hanging back, the outlaw of Sherwood Forest made sure the others had passed through the door and into the other room, well out of hearing, before he stepped up to Regina’s side, drawing almost nose-to-nose with her. He then leaned forward practically brushing the shell of her ear as he murmured. “There’s no need to pretend you’re made of stone, your Majesty…” He put precise emphasis on the title which she had let him know in no uncertain terms she preferred upon their first meeting in the forest. “In fact, with the present company, I believe you might get much further by letting them see that you have doubts and fears, just as they do. I know I like you much better seeing you as more than the Evil Queen.”

At her sharp intake of air with his last pronouncement, he pulled back quickly, half expecting a slap to be stinging his skin at any moment. Instead, he found color rising hotly up her neck, her chest rising and falling strenuously in that ridiculously low-cut corseted gown, and her generally looking more flustered and affected than he had ever seen her before.

She opened and closed her mouth soundlessly for several seconds until her tart tongue seemed to return to her, then spit out a quick, “Insolent bandit,” before moving to brush past him and follow the others.

Something in Robin snapped and surged to life in answer to her challenge; not allowing her to push him aside, he grasped her upper arm firmly and held on, her back to the wall and crowding in close to her, until their breaths were mingling in the same air, their faces were so close. Even as his pulse pounded and his heart rate skyrocketed, Robin wondered what had come over him. The woman had maimed and killed, schemed and plotted for her own selfish ends, and stood for everything he had devoted himself to toppling. She was nothing like his beloved Marian had been; someone with whom he would not have imagined sharing a thing in common - and yet he couldn’t fight the pull he felt. The need to imprint upon her not to put her life at risk so needlessly again.

Sweeping forward, he dove into an all-consuming kiss, taking her mouth with his and giving no quarter, delving further instead, and swallowing the whimper and hum that escaped her throat unconsciously, despite her best attempts to remain unaffected.  

Regina’s hands grappled blindly at his biceps as if trying to steady herself. She scrabbled for solid support before helplessly melting against him, opening for his questing mouth and giving herself over to the heated embrace. When they finally broke for air, she was breathless, and he huffed out a winded chuckle himself when she managed, “Well, Thief, that really was quite pleasant… Even if you do still smell of forest.”

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Several realms, curses, and years later, in Storybrooke

The three men and their half dozen offspring of various ages creeping through the woods on the border of Storybrooke out near the town line are quiet and intent, completely and unabashedly focused on their prize. Up ahead, atop the small rise of a hill as the sun climbs fully into the cold, clear November morning sky, their prey struts proudly, stopping occasionally to offer its warbled call or peck at the rough ground beneath its feet. They have been tracking the large turkey for some time now, since before day fully dawned, and the time to strike has come at last.

Briefly, the thought flits through Robin’s head that this could be the same tom that had escaped himself and his Merry Men in this same forest years ago, when the hunt had been interrupted by the nightmarish interruption of a winged simian attacker and LIttle John’s subsequent transformation. To this day, the large and otherwise unflappable man stays far away from this particular section of the forest and refuses to go anywhere near the town line on foot. A quick glance at David and his preteen son to the right, then Killian and his little girl and second son to the left, gives him the hint from both men’s expressions that they are also remembering that rather ill-fated day, as bows are readied and last instructions offered.

He can only hope they will face nothing so unexpected this fine morn. The turkey before them has been promised to grace the main table of the large community Thanksgiving feast, and between the three men and their brood of adventurous junior hunters it is a matter of pride that they not return empty-handed today. Roland was promised the first unobstructed shot, and the young man, just barely a teenager but already capable and thoughtful as an adult, has already taken aim and is readying his shot to fly, much to his half-sister Margot’s displeasure as she stands just behind her big brother at Robin’s elbow. She is as untamed and mischievous as Roland is quiet and serious, and was much put out at the decision that Roland as the oldest child should get first chance, arguing rather heatedly that Roland might be biggest but she was the best shot. His blond-braided, green-attired second child is one of the best shots he’s ever seen at barely ten, but if she doesn’t learn to keep her temper and her slightly spoiled younger sibling petulance under control, he is certainly in for further trials in a few years.

Even in the few silent moments afforded him as they all hold their breaths, Rob feels the gratitude and love he has for his children, and the friends and adopted family surrounding them, surge through him with new strength. He had so very nearly left this world, numerous times over, as had the men on either side of him, and the women each of them loved. It was part of the heavy mantle they wore when standing against the Darkness in the world and fighting it back from the light and good time after time. Still, what better time than the present holiday to give thanks for the fact that they are all still standing and present to celebrate together?

Roland lets out a soft breath and then releases the arrow, just as a sharp cry rings out to the left.  His son’s aim is true, but the bird is startled from its perch just in time to have the shot glide by beneath its talons as it takes flight. David on his right is already directing Leo to adjust his aim quickly and get off a second shot, even as Robin’s eyes sweep to where Killian is righting Hope from a tumble over a jutting tree root, brushing off her dark leggings and checking her for injury as she clearly struggles to hold back embarrassed and disappointed tears.

What he hasn’t banked on is his daughter’s inability to wait her turn or hold back any longer. Quick as whip, Margot lets fly, striking the bird right as she intends and sending it toppling from the sky. Mouth falling open in surprise at her audacity and her skill in equal measure, Robin can’t help the surge of pride at his daughter’s prowess, even if he knows he should admonish her for taking Leo’s moment from him and wondering if he should be making certain Roland doesn’t feel overshadowed.  However, his eldest spares him the trouble when he whoops and claps Margot on the shoulder, crying out “You got him on the fly, Sis! Nice one!”

When the whole group converges together, he decides to let the lecture about abiding by the rules and taking turns slide for the time being upon noticing that Leo looks rather relieved that the pressure to prove his mettle before their quarry escaped has been taken off of his shoulders. Instead, he claps his little girl on the shoulder, squeezing with gentle affection until she looks up at him, beaming.  Like her brother before her, she is growing much too fast, turning into a young lady before his eyes, and so for a moment, he lets himself revel in the fact that she still wants to spend time out in the woods with him and wishes to make him proud. Her papa won’t hold the favored spot in her heart forever, so he may as well savor it while he can.

He thinks Killian’s youngest, barely old enough to be tromping around out here with them in truth, looks a bit teary at the downed and unnaturally still bird before them, so he hurries to bag their prize for the journey homeward and puts it out of sight over his shoulder while Killian picks his tired youngest up off his feet and begins asking him how many different types of trees he can recognize from their leaves on the way back. That seems a bit difficult for a five-year-old until little Liam David begins happily babbling (suitably distracted thankfully) and pointing out oaks, maples and scotch pines as the pirate’s unerring sense of direction leads their whole troupe out of the forest toward the main road where they’ve left their trucks, Margot takes his hand, and Hope her grandpa’s, and Roland and Leo fall in behind talking amiably and carrying the bows. Apparently they have a budding naturalist in their midst as well, and Killian Jones - as usual - knows exactly what he is doing.

When he, Roland, and Margot trail back into the mayoral mansion some time later, discarding their muddy boots by the door, but still scattering crumbled leaves and dirt in the entryway, Regina stands in the hall shaking her head, and directs the children toward the laundry room to discard their outerwear before heading up to wash for dinner.  She looks at him, trying to muster exasperation, but unable to do so. That flawless Queen is long gone; she has come a long way since they snapped and snarled at each other in self-preservation back in their home realm, neither wanting to fall in love and risk heartbreak again.

Snatching his jacket collar and pulling him in close, Regina nips at his lips playfully before murmuring against his scruffy cheek, “You still smell like forest,” she mocks, “but somehow you’ve managed to steal my heart.”

He shakes his head, offering back words she’d stunned him with once long ago, “That’s not quite the way I remember it.  If I recall, your heart was given to me,” he whispers, emotion taking over the jest, “and a person can’t steal what’s been given to him.”

All in all, he’s been given much more than a simple archer from Sherwood Forest could have ever hoped.

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