#team mvp

[vanivanvanilla]

lifestealtober2023 day 17 - wings

mvp...... miss those guys . the good ole days of lifesteal assassins

closeups + ref used

[nott-gay]

Keyleth: Hold on. Wait. We still don’t know how to get up there, right?

Scanlan: ...is that purple eyeliner?

Keyleth: Yeah! Do you like it?

Scanlan: It’s really nice, yeah!

Keyleth: Thank you! It’s a little metallic...

Scanlan: It’s cool!

Keyleth: Thank you!

[loudgirl]

Sign the Petition

Petition to Elle end up with Marco in The Kissing Booth 3

Yes I've lost the control of my life.

[dreamsheartstory]

It wasn’t necessarily unusual that Niylah didn’t show up at Anya’s after her shift at The Trading Post, except that anymore it kind of was - it was only a rare night that she crashed at home, and usually there was a text waiting for Anya and Lincoln when they woke up. The sun is starting to peak over the horizon, melting the sky from midnight blue to navy to periwinkle when Anya wakes up reaching out to an empty space in front of her. Lincoln is pressed warm to her back, not quite spooning, but warm and close. The sheets in front of her are cool to the touch, which means they haven’t been slept in.

Anya hates waking earlier than she has to unless it’s only for a moment, a sleepy nudge against consciousness as she pulls Niylah into bed before succumbing once more to sleep. She sits up and scoots out of the middle of the bed; she grabs Niylah’s hoodie off the chair in the corner of the room and pulls it on as she pads through the house. It’s quiet and empty but still, she checks the couch and the breakfast nook.

Back in the room she checks her phone, which while she has several new messages, none are from her girlfriend.

Behind her Lincoln stretches and groans as he wakes, as if he senses that something is up. He shuffles across the bed and wraps himself loosely around Anya’s waist. “Did she crash at home?”

Anya shakes her phone as if a message might magically pop out of it and tosses it aside on the bed, “Don’t know.”

“Hey,” Lincoln presses a kiss to the back of Anya’s arm. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Anya stretches her neck and runs a hand through her hair. “I’m sure you’re right. She just hasn’t stayed home after work in more than a month, and it’s Saturday.”

Saturday’s meant lazy mornings in bed and sex and brunch and going out in the afternoon, and then seeing Lexa and the girls in the evening. It was the routine. Anya liked her routines.

Pulling Niylah’s hoodie around her closer she slides back onto the bed, and lays down, tugging Lincoln with her. He reaches across her and picks up her phone, handing it back to her.

“Call her, you’re pouting.” He presses a kiss to the end of her nose and settles in next to her.

Anya doesn’t want to wake Niylah up if she did just go home to sleep, but she can’t help but feel worry at the break in routine. Before she can overthink it she hits call and presses the phone to her ear. Four and a half rings later she’s met with the sound of Niylah coughing.

“Hey An., what time is it?”

Anya swallows down the guilty feeling and focuses on the relief flooding through her even as worry sets it about the thick wet cough. “Early. Sun isn’t quite up type early.”

“I slept through work.” Even sick Niylah sounds horrified at the idea.

“Atom didn’t call us, you must have texted him. What was the last thing you remember doing?”
“Coming back here after you left for work yesterday morning.”

Anya rolls over and kisses Lincoln on the forehead to get his attention. When he opens his eyes she indicates her phone, asking if he’s heard. He nods and takes the phone from Anya.

“Niylah,” his voice is still rough and sleep worn. “Darling. I’m going to come pick you up and bring you here while Anya makes whiskey tea and draws you a hot bath.”

Niylah coughs several times before she manages an answer.

With no traffic it takes Lincoln half an hour to go and pick up Niylah and get back to Anya’s apartment. He’s carrying her when they get back in, and she’s still protesting weakly that she could have walked up from the parking lot, as it was mostly an elevator ride. Every few words are punctuated with a small coughing fit.

Anya rushes over from where she’s been curled up on the couch with a book, instrumental music playing to calm herself down. She presses a kiss to the crown of Niylah’s head.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were sick?”

Lincoln bites back a laugh at that as he sets Niylah to her feet. She coughs and sways slightly but manages to stay upright.

“I did… I just never sent the message.” Niylah holds up her phone as if it’s evidence. She coughs again before continuing, nearly doubling over. “I texted Atom that I was too sick to work, and then I apparently opened our chat and typed up a very sad sounding plea and passed out before I hit send.”

Anya pulls Niylah into a hug and kisses her forehead.

“I’m gonna get you sick,” Niylah tries to pull away but Anya just shrugs. In the few short moments of the hug Niylah’s already given her most of her weight. There’s no way they’re getting through this without a lot of them helping her move around.

“I’ll survive, besides, by then you’ll be fine and you can make me whiskey tea and put me in a hot bath.”

Niylah laughs but it turns into a cough.

Lincoln shakes his head and nudges them both toward the master bathroom. They’re typical Saturday plans might be changing but even with one of them sick and the other overly worried he knows he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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Niylah snuggles down deeper into the couch between Lincoln and Anya. Her back is pressed to Lincoln and she can feel him wrap heavy against her as if he's almost asleep, his head on her shoulder. She's curled in Anya's lap, and Anya has an arm around her thighs to keep her in place. It would be perfect if she weren't burning up.

Vaguely, she remembers not being able to breathe properly laying down and Anya had coaxed her into the living room so she and Lincoln could watch Netflix while Niylah slept. Except now, between the bodies and the blanket and her fever she feels like she's trapped in a sauna.

Niylah tried to sit up fully, find the edges of the blankets and stand.

"What do you need, I'll get it," Anya whispers softly as she brushes back damp curls from Niylah's face.

"Too hot," Niylah says. It's followed by a coughing fit. Lincoln rubs her back.

She feels gross and phlegmy and doesn't know why either of them are anywhere near her.

Lincoln pulls back the blanket and it feels cooler instantly but not cool enough. She swings her feet to the ground and lets her head fall into her hands. Dizziness overtakes her and she doesn't know what she should do.

She feels the couch shift and Lincoln gets up as Anya continues to try to soothe Niylah and cool her down. Anya pulls Niylah's hair up into a messy bun and helps her take off the extra layers she had put on earlier when she was freezing. By the time Lincoln returns with a damp cloth and a glass of water she's down to short shorts and a tank top folded to expose her torso.

He places the cloth on the back of Niylah's neck. It feels like ice but she welcomes the sharp relief of it. She stays like that for more time than she can keep track of and just tries to feel less of anything. It's like the sick is filling her up and trying to burst out in any way it can.

"I want to try to lay down again," Niylah says as she sits up slowly. A coughing fit hits her then, tearing at her lungs and leaving her spitting into a spare cup. It's followed by another. "Maybe not," she groans.

Anya scoots back on the couch and piles up pillows behind her. "Come lay here," she reaches out and beckons Niylah to come lay on her chest. "At this point you've been breathing on me for eight hours already, if I'm going to get sick it's already started anyway."

Niylah scoots so she can lean back between Anya's legs. It's not laying down, but it's more reclined than she was, and with fewer clothes and no blanket the temperature is almost bearable.

She closes her eyes again. Anya's fingertips dance along her arms and she feels Lincoln lift her legs and place them in his lap as he scoots closer. His hands start massaging her knee, it's instinct at this point she thinks and that draws a small smile to her lips. Being sick sucks, but this is a small kind of wonderful.

[dreamsheartstory]

so.... i was going through an old notes app and i think i found a couple of Team MVP ficlets (anya/lincoln/niylah in the OT4 ‘verse) that I never posted... anyone want to read them?

[dreamsheartstory]

So i'm watching Janelle Monae "Make Me Feel" music vid for what is definitely more than the 6th time this week and just saw her tweet night of Feb 25 "I'd hold both your hands at the party" and I've definitely already fallen in love with the "bisexual anthem" direction everyone is taking this music video, but tonight I can't help but get Anya/Lincoln/Niylah (or OT4) vibes about being out and proud and holding hands at parties and all dancing together in the middle of the dance floor. Thoughts?

Okay but yes (also i love this song and the music video a lot and have a lot of feelings for it). I don’t follow Janelle Monae on twitter (I should) but yeah, there’s definitely a polyam read of this in there.

Also Team MVP would most definitely not shy down from being who they are.

Even though it’s Anya that bridged the Niylah and Lincoln and led them down the path to being together I don’t think she’d be in the middle. She loves holding hands but having both her hands held (in public anyway, bedroom is an entirely different story)makes her a little pent up. She needs to be free to move. Lincoln I think is the one that reaches for both of them, but Niylah is the one that will go back and forth between leaning on each of her partners.

As for dancing though, yes, they definitely dance together, usually Anya in the middle, sometimes Lincoln. Niylah usually has to be coaxed onto the dance floor or a couple drinks in - it’s not that she minds she just isn’t as much of a dance floor girl.

[dreamsheartstory]

Hi. I could have sworn you wrote some Lincoln/Niylah/Anya sidestory to And Four Makes Home, yet can't find it anywhere. Did I dream that up?

I talked about it a lot! And I did write out some headcanons (check out THIS tag). I had talked about writing out the full fic but haven’t gotten to that yet....

[dreamsheartstory]

i'm still here! wallowing in feels between your lexaven and ranya fics, and eagerly awaiting team mvp fic's debut. tho, if you want, maybe talk about a normal weekend for the ot4, after they're parents? do their kid(s) ever get crap for having four moms? or are they bullied for something else? how do the ot4, or perhaps worse, aunts and uncle mvp, react? (i'm not sure who would be worse to face when a child is being bullied, tbh. they're all beautifully terrifying in that regard.) - book anon

hey! yay I’m glad to see you still around book anon :)

and oof, yeah, both those fics have so much feeling going in on them. I have to say, I am really enjoying stretching myself and trying to write them both well after spending so long with OT4 (my best guess is I might be able to start writing the Team MVP fic this summer, which feels like forever away, but I’ve got more than just fics that I’m writing at the moment).

I think a normal weekend, once the kids are say all in grade school, probably involves sports/gym/dance practices on Saturdays, or games sometimes. OT4 and Team MVP coordinate who takes who where because sometimes kids are going to the same places. Izzy ends up picking up Tris and Aden sometimes and taking them to soccer practice because they volunteered to help coach. Aden absolutely adores Izzy (not that the others don’t, he just seems to have particularly bonded to them). Whenever Izzy is like, this is my nephew, he’s like and this is my Izzy.

Saturday evenings are family nights (Team MVP, OT4, parents, Izzy... anyone who can make it) (unless there’s an art gallery Clarke needs to work then they do Sunday brunch, most of the adults go to the gallery, and they switch off who watches kids and who gets to go out). Dinner is made and then they watch a movie or a few episodes of a TV show. It depends and varies. 

Whoever isn’t on kid duty usually is on cleaning duty on Saturdays at either house. Or projects. If something is broken usually some combination of Lincoln/Niylah/Raven are the ones fixing it. Octavia is pretty handy too... though they find out Clarke is the best at drafting out building plans and  putting that kind of stuff together... and Anya is always the one they go to for design and finishing touches - though she and Clarke will debate color choices for hours (no one ever goes with them to buy paint). Lexa tho. Lexa is the organized one that keeps them from having to go back to the hardware store/lumber yard half a dozen times in a single day.

Sundays are relaxation days meant for lounging and working on personal projects. They help the kids with their homework, and Octavia reads comics and plays video games, Clarke sketches and tries to get better at cooking (with Raven or Lexa’s help, sometimes Niylah or Lincoln). Lexa reads and tends to her plants. Raven tinkers and builds little things. tbh Raven plays with legos a lot because she makes certain that the kids have a lot of legos.

Long weekends mean camping if the weather is nice and no one has games/performances coming up that they can’t miss. But all the parents are also really try to not make sports/gymnastics/dance like the only things the kids focus on, it’s for them to have fun with and if the kid is serious, they’ll be serious about it, but they don’t push it on them... so like skipping practice to go camping with the family is perfectly normal to them all. 

And I think Charlie and Aden (and Tris too since she has 3 parents) get teased. Most of their friends are pretty cool with it though. Like dude, you have four moms to make you cookies. And Aden is like... well.. no. I wouldn’t trust Clarke alone with an oven (I think they probably refer to their moms by name when talking to others but call each of them by some variation of Mom)

I think the worst bullying comes from the kids who hear their parents say bad things about OT4/Team MVP. And when that’s the case I think if the parents decide they need to get involved it’s either Lexa or Anya that’ll go talk to people. Octavia and Lincoln too, because everyone knows they’re cops. Raven is the one no one else expects to be absolutely terrifying, but she definitely can be as she’s pretty protective of all of her family. But like I think each of them OT4 and Team MVP is a different flavor of protective and terrifying when it comes to people messing with their kids.