#she is.... so pretty....... would die for her...

[luviestarz]

ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ ꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ! ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 ೀ

ೀ professor!sunghoon - @pompvdding

ೀ 𝜗𝜚   ॱ˖ 𝐴 𝐵𝑜𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑜’𝑠 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑 - @lovhrin (sunghoon being your jacked and kind bf)

ೀ traditionally nontraditional | park sunghoon - @jayparked (newly married, you and your husband love creating your own...unique traditions)

ೀ BORN TO DIE ( ✦ ) SUNGHOON - @blairbliss (IN A NUTSHELL: a sniper assigned to eliminate a target, freezes as he realizes it’s his ex)

ೀ ── .✦ such a mess together - p. sunghoon - @purinfelix (the cute little girl you tutor is always going on about how you should date her smart, good-looking older brother, so why is your annoying, cocky classmate opening the door instead of her?)

ೀ force me and choke me till i pass out - p.sh - @hoonstqr (choking kink, slight degradation, backshots, spanking, unprotected sex)

ೀ * ˚ ✰    — ‘ KISS IT BETTER ’  p.sunghoon - @lhseungs (your boyfriend sunghoon walks in on you moaning his name while fucking yourself)

ೀ A REUNION TO REMEMBER - @jaylaxies (You last met Park Sunghoon when you were attending high school, more precisely, when he had gained enough courage to ask you out, not knowing that the most popular girl of the school was already taken by the senior who was equally as popular. Four years later, your batch decided to hold a reunion back in your town, where you meet Sunghoon again. Only, the problem is that he's hotter than ever and you can't, for the life of you, keep your eyes off him)

ೀ (   ➴ ) 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲 𝖧𝖨𝖬, 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖬𝖤! ♡ - @bambisnc (𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 .. 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌)

ೀ I LIKE ME BETTER ⭑ WHEN I'M WITH YOU - @callikari (to be young and in love is to cherish the moments. (like when sunghoon gets jealous for your affection))

ೀ •*⁀➷ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧! - @heethera (you just moved into a new building, right across from three loud guys. two said sorry and the third couldn’t care less)

ೀ ( ✶ ) STEPBROTHER!SUNGHOON ⎯⎯ 🐑 - @hooniehon (masturbation non consented video taking his friends are pervs..)

ೀ jealousy - @sourkiki (explicit mature content, established relationship, dom! sunghoon x fem! reader, jealous! sunghoon, sunghoon's hella mean here, fingering, begging, edging)

ೀ making brownies with sunghoon - @urlovebot

ೀ riding sunghoon - @emisluvr (smut (18+ mdni!), riding, dirty talk. biceps kink, teasing)

ೀ Could you cry a lil' more? You look pretty... [P.SH] - @marsdql (fluff, sunghoon cant over how pretty you look when crying to him)

ೀ You’re Fired | psh - @tobiosbbyghorl

ೀ ECSTASY﹑park sunghoon - @doucious (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌)

ೀ ──── YOU LIKE IT ❆ psh - @lovergirldotcom (stepcest, perv hoon, dubcon!)

ೀ change my mind - park sunghoon - @enh2pen

ೀ SLOW DOWN ㅤ★ PARK SUNGHOON - @itsminjify (𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.")

ೀ smotherlove - @nephynes (For some stupid reason, you thought letting your boyfriend fuck your best friend would be harmless—a weirdly selfless gift, nothing more. But when it breaks something in you, Sunghoon starts playing dirtier than ever. He says he did it for you, but now he won’t let you forget who he belongs to—or who you belong to)

ೀ 이럼 안돼 don't touch, don't do it - @enjakey (A detective falls for his beautiful neighbour, a kind kindergarten teacher- only to discover she’s a drug holder hiding secrets in their swanky apartment building. But when love and loyalty clash, how far will he go to protect her… even if it means betraying the badge?)

ೀ Hoodie Thief | psh 🔞 - @tobiosbbyghorl (roommate!sunghoon x reader)

ೀ ⟢ once again - psh - @ki2rins (in which sunghoon try each and every way to win you back!)

ೀ 𝑳𝑫𝑹 (𝑳𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑫𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑹𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑠) - @flqwerjo (Men sucked, Real men sucked ── they don't know shit and only think about themselves. And as if the gods had heard you , you've found a website that sounded ridiculous enough not to click ── you just had to check it out. Build your own boyfriend ; they really meant it when they said that. So , for the fun of it ; you've built your own boyfriend and ordered him. What you didn't expect was for your Robotic 'Boyfriend' to gain self awareness and for you to fall for him)

ೀ Stubbles and Kisses - @youngheejay (Sunghoon x fem!reader [established relationship])

[modanisgf]

DIE WITH A SMILE ; DANIELA AVANZINI.

“IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING, I’D WANNA BE NEXT TO YOU.”

in which you and daniela are tired of sneaking around.

☆ PAIRING(S) : katseye!daniela x 7th member!reader

☆ WARNING(S) : not really any!

☆ TAGS : established relationship, secret relationship, wlw

a/n— this is short n sweet sorry guys… was rushing to post this its a draft from forever ago😭😭😭 ALSO NOT PROOFREAD.. AND HAPPY DANI DAY!!

daniela smiled, as her girlfriend tiredly made her way towards her in the practice room. you sat down right next to dani, laying your head on the girls shoulder.

“i don’t know how you do it dani. i’m so tired after like 2 hours of choreo.” you say, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt yourself relaxing by daniela’s side.

“anyone would get tired n/n.” dani says, giggling.

you simply nod, continuing to let yourself get comfortable until you hears loud footsteps. you jump up from your girlfriends shoulder, the door opening only seconds later to reveal sophia.

“guys we only have a little bit longer until curfew,” their leader states to which daniela nods.

“start packing up.” sophia says, making you groan once the door slammed shut.

daniela laughed at the annoyance in her girlfriends face, as she pulled the girl closer to her and ran her fingers through her hair.

“it’s okay, we still have a bit of time left. just relax.” daniela says quietly, making the girl beside her smile.

you relax once again, closing your eyes as you laid your head on daniela’s shoulder again this time from in front. daniela grabbed your waist keeping a tight grip to make sure you wouldn’t fall from her lap.

daniela smiled at her girlfriend in her lap, giving a small peck to your forehead as you fell asleep.

you felt so comfortable in her arms, if only it could always be that way.

—

the rest of the girls were out getting dinner, and you made sure to keep your girlfriend home with you. you were currently laying your head in daniela’s lap, the girl playing with your hair as you both watched the show on the tv.

the atmosphere was so calming, a cool breeze passing by the two of you from the cracked window. it felt so nice to be alone with your girlfriend for once, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

you stared up at daniela, taking in her appearance. she looked so pretty in the glow of the tv, you wanted to kiss her so bad. daniela noticed your stare, her eyes averted from the tv to your face causing your eyes to lock.

“everything okay?” shes asks, taking you out of your trance.

“you’re so pretty.” you say quietly, making the girl above you blush.

“that was so out of nowhere..” daniela mumbles.

"i'm just admiring you." you say, giving daniela a small smile.

she returned the small smile, “thank you.”

daniela ruffled your hair a bit after a period of silence, making you groan.

“dani…” you mumble in arrogance, making the girl above you laugh.

“what? i’m just admiring your hair.” daniela responds, laughing even more at the annoyed look on your face.

there was another period of silence, broken by dani again. she reached for your face, holding it while she spoke to you.

“can i kiss you?” dani asks, her voice soft.

you nod, sparking a small smile from your girlfriend. she held your face gently, giving you a small kiss. dani pulled away for a moment just to go back, kissing you for longer. though her time was up, as the front door swung open. dani didn’t realize it at first, continuing to kiss you. but when she opened her eyes and saw the horrified look on your face, her heart dropped.

“you two are dating?!” megan gasps, the rest of the girls walking in almost in insane shock as well.

you and dani froze. the two of you quickly glanced at each other before getting off of each other in a hurry.

“who? us?”daniela says stupidly, causing you to side eye her.

“way to make it anymore obvious..” you mutter, recieving a apologetic look from your girlfriend in response.

“wait, i actually called it…” lara says, gasping in awe.

“hello? what do you mean.” you reply, glancing at dani once again.

she had sort of a relieved expression on her face, making you smile a bit. you were glad that she felt safe with the girls knowing, considering the two of you weren’t exactly sure on telling them. for one, you didn’t want them dropping the news to anyone who shouldn’t need it (megan) and you also didn’t want to deal with the teasing. the girls teased the two of you without even knowing you were dating, you imagined it would only get worse now.

“you guys are so unbelievably obvious,” lara starts, making you and dani embarrassed.

“for starters, you two are so tense around each other whenever we’re live or filming. it’s like you’re making sure you don’t fuck up and hold each other the wrong way. secondly, you’re the complete opposite off camera. you’re so touchy with each other that if you weren’t dating— you’d both be in denial. and also—“ lara continues, getting cut off by you.

“okay, i think we get it.” you groan, laying back on the couch in embarrassment.

“we just didn’t wanna tell you guys incase you weren’t cool with it y’know, members dating can get kinda weird.” dani replies, giggling a bit at your embarrassed state.

she grabbed your hand while waiting for a response, rubbing circles onto your thumb. daniela was always so sweet to you, making sure you felt comfortable always.

“well if we didn’t all know or have a little bit of an idea, we wouldn’t of cared. and plus, all of us have betted on it since dream academy.” sophia shrugs, leaving you and daniela gagged.

“what, have you two met each other? you’ve been looking at each other like you’ve been married for six years since the beginning.” manon adds.

“so in conclusion we should’ve just told them..” you mutter to dani.

“yeah..”

[lastoneout]

I also think if you wanna do "magic can heal anything" you can then add some interesting class dynamics, because even today being healed is gatekept by the rich. I remember hearing about a lady who's baby died because it had a rare disease that could be cured but the cure was not covered by her insurance, but she knows of a politician who had a baby with that condition who could afford to pay for the cure out of pocket and so her baby is still alive. And that's happening today, in the past? You think if magic could heal anything the kings and aristocrats wouldn't be gatekeeping that shit? The best medical treatments have always been expensive or otherwise inaccessible to anyone who isn't rich.

Hell, just look at Tangled, the king saves his wife with an extremely rare and powerful magic that no one else in his kingdom would have had the knowledge or manpower to locate. Or Fullmetal Alchemist, sure automail is cool and can replace a limb pretty well, and it's fucking expensive enough that some people literally cannot get it even if they need it. Paninya could only get her legs because that old guy did it for free. Otherwise she probably would have ended up spending her whole life on the streets. In Ascendance of a Bookworm literally the only people allowed to use magic are royalty and the aristocracy and hundreds of kids die of a completely treatable illness because the cure is literally illegal for them to even really know about. One kid is only surviving because she's sold herself to be the wife of a noble lord, that's the only way she gets access to the cure that will keep her alive. And I'm writing a story inspired by that that's set in a fantasy society post-revolution where the main tension is if the new leaders are going to hold true to their word and actually let the people have access to magic and all of the issues that come with a situation like that, and some of the characters have medical conditions that could be treated or alleviated that they just have to live with because they cannot legally access that magic.

You can have your magic heal anything if you don't wanna come up with a better system, but you can still make the stakes AND disabled characters exist by just making your world more like reality. Magic healing anything doesn't destroy the dramatic tension if you have a world where not everyone can actually get their hands on this type of magic. Plus then you get a lot closer to showing the reality of living with a disability, so your representation will be that much more honest and relatable. I love stories where magic can fix things but it's complicated, Ascendance of a Bookworm is so relatable it made me cry. Please write more disabled characters into your fantasy setting, it's not as hard as people think it is.

im so tired of being nice. if you aren't normal about disability in fiction and especially fantasy genre fiction im actually going to come to your house and kill you

[formulafanfics13]

Velvet Cage - MV1 🔥

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Summary: Max Verstappen has been obsessed with Charles Leclerc’s sister since they were teenagers. What starts as a years-long fixation turns violent and raw the second she returns to the F1 world — grown, gorgeous, and still untouched by men like him. Max doesn’t want love. He wants ownership. Revenge. Obsession. She doesn’t stand a chance. And the worst part? She wants him.

Warnings: extremely dark themes, CNC/dubcon, stalking, manipulation, virginity kink, breeding kink, degradation, obsession, possessiveness, power imbalance, emotional trauma, unprotected sex, choking, nameplay, Charles Leclerc mentioned heavily, morally depraved Max Verstappen, psychological coercion, addiction to darkness, and clear triggering material. Please read with caution — this is a feral and violent depiction of toxic lust and obsession.

They say Max Verstappen is a machine.

They say he’s cold. Relentless. 

A predator in a Red Bull suit with a jaw carved from metal and eyes that don’t flinch, not even at 300kph. 

They say he doesn’t feel things the way normal people do. 

Doesn’t laugh right. Doesn’t love right. Doesn’t lose.

But none of that is true.

Because Max Verstappen does feel. He’s just been feeling the wrong thing for far too long.

He was seventeen the first time he saw her.

Charles had dragged her to a karting track in Belgium, a bored, bratty teenager in cut-off denim and oversized sunglasses. She’d chewed gum while the boys lapped and mocked the engines like they were toys. Max remembered the way she rolled her eyes when he overtook Charles. The little smirk when she told him “You drive like you have something to prove.”

He did. And she became it.

From that moment on, he was obsessed. Not in the harmless, schoolboy-crush kind of way. No. In the if-I-can’t-have-you-I’ll-die kind of way. In the I’ll follow your life through every whisper, every Instagram post, every location-tagged photo until I know what perfume you wear and how you sleep kind of way.

He didn’t speak to her again. Not for years. But he watched.

She grew up. Uni in Paris. A boyfriend in Milan. Parties in Monaco that always ended before dawn. She disappeared from F1 weekends and Charles said it was because he was “protecting her.” Keeping her away from “guys like Max.” He said that with venom, with heat. Max heard it. Charles saw through him. Knew the way he looked at her. Knew he was waiting.

So Max did what he does best. He waited. He won. He built an empire. And he fucking waited.

Until now. Until she came back.

Monaco 2025. The gala. Charles is late, and she’s standing alone in the marble foyer of the casino wearing black silk and a diamond tennis bracelet. She’s twenty-four now. Confident. Soft and spoiled and fucking gorgeous. Laughing with Pierre. Hugging Lewis. Giving Max a tight-lipped smile when their eyes meet, like she knows he’s dangerous and likes it anyway.

He approaches before anyone can stop him.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she says with a crooked grin, sipping something clear and expensive.

“Neither are you,” he murmurs, eyes locked on hers. “Charles would lose his mind.”

She shrugs. “He’s not the boss of me.”

Yes, baby, Max thinks, you keep believing that.

“Missed you,” he adds, voice like sin wrapped in velvet. “You look older. Still pretty though.”

She rolls her eyes. “Flattery from the World Champion. I must be special.”

“You have no idea.”

And the thing is, she doesn’t. She doesn’t know that Max has watched every interview she’s ever done. Doesn’t know he has saved stories from her private Instagram. That he has a folder. A fucking folder. That he touches himself to the sound of her voice saying her brother’s name in interviews. That he’s imagined this moment for eight years.

She doesn’t know that Max Verstappen is a man with no boundaries. And tonight? He’s done waiting.

The second Charles gets pulled into a sponsor meeting, Max moves. He’s smooth about it. Offers her a drink. A walk around the balcony. She hesitates. Just for a second. But he gives her that soft, patient smile, the the one he practiced in mirrors, the one that makes people forget he’s a killer in gloves, and she caves.

“I won’t kidnap you,” he teases, as she follows him up the stairs to the private rooftop. But you will never leave me again.

It’s quiet above Monaco. Sky full of stars. Max hands her a fresh drink and lets her stand by the railing, lets her feel like she’s in control. Then he moves behind her, just close enough for heat.

“You always smell like vanilla,” he says softly.

She looks at him. Blinks. “You remember that?”

“I remember everything.”

She smiles, nervous. “Max…”

“You don’t get it, do you,” he murmurs. “You never did. You think I’m just some fast car with a bad temper. But I’ve waited for you. I’ve built my whole world while thinking about this. About you. About what I’d do when I got my chance.”

She laughs. Awkward. “You’re being weird-”

“No.” He cuts her off. Steps closer. “I’m being honest. For once.”

She goes still. He can feel her breathing. Shallow. Confused.

“I’ve wanted you since I was seventeen,” he says, voice rough. “And I don’t want a date. I don’t want a fucking conversation. I want your throat. Your tears. Your cunt soaked and ruined. I want to fuck the memory of every man you’ve ever known out of you until your brother can see it on your face.”

Her lips part. No sound comes out.

He steps forward, crowding her into the railing.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he whispers. “You feel how much I want to hurt you. How much I want to love you.”

“I-” she starts.

“Tell me to stop.”

She doesn’t. He kisses her like he’s been starving. Mouth hard and messy and desperate, hands in her hair, teeth at her neck, hips pinning her to the cold stone. She gasps, whines, fists his shirt like she doesn’t know if she wants to run or beg.

It doesn’t matter. Max knows exactly what she needs. He pulls her into the shadows, into the staff corridor, into a side room that smells like money and wine and secrecy. Shuts the door. Locks it. And then he takes.

She’s wet when he gets her dress off. Already dripping. Already shaking. Her panties soaked through, her thighs glossy, her voice all breathless “I’ve never done this, not like this-” and Max nearly groans. Not a virgin, but close enough. Soft and sweet and untouched by the kind of darkness he brings.

He drops to his knees anyway. “Let me show you what it means,” he says, mouth against her hip. “To be mine.”

And then he eats her out like a man possessed.

She comes in minutes. Crying. Clutching his hair. Trying to push him away and failing. He fucks her with his fingers until she’s limp and ruined, then unzips his trousers and murmurs, “on the floor, baby. Hands and knees.”

She obeys. Fully. Willingly. Trembling like prey, her ass bare and perfect, hair a mess, lipstick smeared down her chin. Max grabs her hips. Spits on her cunt. Rubs the head of his cock along her soaked slit and whispers,

“Say you want me.”

She chokes on air. “I want you.”

“Say it’s mine.”

“It’s yours,” she cries.

“Say Charles can’t save you now.”

She gasps, but she doesn’t deny it. Max slides in slow. Deep. Torturous. She arches like it hurts. Like it splits her. He bites her shoulder and rocks into her harder, gripping her like a fucking lifeline, breath ragged.

“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s eight years of fucking obsession. You feel how deep I am? You think anyone else will ever get this again?”

She sobs. Shakes her head.

“That’s right,” he mutters. “You’re mine now. You’ve always been mine.”

And he fucks her so hard the painting on the wall rattles.

Later, when she’s curled on the floor, dress half-on, eyes glassy and ruined, Max kisses her forehead.

“See?” he murmurs. “You were always meant for me.”

And she doesn’t say no.

[hamilando]

What about an SMAU or so where Max’s wife shows up at the paddock pregnant and glowing and he is full on overprotective husband and (boy) dad to be and maybe his wife is the sister of a hockey player like Nico Hischier or so? For face claims maybe Taylor Hill or Elsa Hosk or someone else you like?

ੈ✩ Ice baby (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : max verstappen x reader

tw : just fluff and chaos

fc : Elsa Hosk

a/n : thank you to whoever requested it and i hope you like it !!! lots of love xoxo, also I used Elsa because I had already Taylor for another smau!

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f1wags YN Verstappen was seen flaunting her baby belly in the paddock! She is currently expecting her first child with Max Verstappen which was revealed with a joint post last week !

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user1 the bump has got more net worth than my 24 year old ass 😭

user2 the baby won the pole position in sperm race 💀

user3 carrying the next formula one champ like it’s no big deal

user4 I bet max has a closet full of red bull shirts enough for the baby’s livestock

user5 the serious face on max-

user6 touch my woman or child and you die 💀

user7 is max entering is dark romance era ?

user8 more like daddy era 🥱

user9 dilf era 🫦

user10 max really bagged a baddie and went like she is having my kids

user11 fr, imagine bagging the sister of the biggest ice hockey player

user12 the kid’s flex !?

user13 imagine saying Max Verstappen is my dad, Nico Hischier is my uncle, Jos Verstappen is my granddad and not to mention the whole paddock !?

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ynverstappen when uncle nico gets gifts 🩵

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user1 giving the best education to the baby 🤌🏻

user2 teach them young- the baby is watching in the womb 😭

user3 ICE ICE BABY YEAH

user4 what even is nico doing 😭?

user5 the headband is killing me-

user6 peak sibling behavior ✌️

user7 we need to where the set is from !!!!!

ynverstappen its customized ! nico got it made from one of his friend's if I am not wrong !!

user8 wonder how max will react- f1 vs ice hockey

user9 pretty sure that max would prefer the kid watching ice hockey

user10 the kid is going to a wdc in some sport fs

user11 we need more prego updates!!

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ynverstappen Alexa, play ' The Boys by Girls Generation'

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user1 that's it, it's over for formula one

user2 we have the 2045 wdc right here ☝🏻

user3 can say I have been a pre-debut fan !

user4 the k-pop reference !?!?!

victoriaverstappen can't wait to be Auntie Verstappen !!!

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user5 imagine all the kids playing together -

alexandrasaintmieux So So So happy !!!

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user6 BRING THE BOYS OUT !!! I WANNA DANCE RIGHT NOW !!!

user7 I couldn't even imagine my dreams that max would a boy dad

lewishamilton congratulations !!! roscoe is excited too !

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lando getting the mclaren contract ready

maxverstappen no.

user8 max 😭🙏🏻

user9 oh lord, that man never repsonds-

user10 it's his child y'all

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ynverstappen daddy's baby shower

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user1 max's shirt 😭

user2 how drunk is max !?

user3 that too on his child's baby shower

user4 and there is yn being sober and max drinking on both of their behalf

user5 this is too funny- i can't

user6 the caption 😭

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Warnings: one use of Y/N, this can be seen as Bob dating the reader or just platonic, there is use of some pet names towards the reader from Bob. Mention of the reader on their period. This was also written on my phone so might not be the best sorry!

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You were murderous.

No one really knew what was wrong but they knew not to cross paths with you today.

Only two people knew. Bob and Ava. Bob knew because he found you in tears over your cat finding one of his toys from when he was a kitten and Ava knew what was wrong just because you told her. She walked around with great pride knowing that you confided in her that you were at the start of your cycle and not feeling well, she knew that you never liked anyone knowing because they treated you as fragile. She also knew that you were one inconvenience away from snapping.

Right now though...right now you are fragile. And you're pissed... you were finally snapping.

"Where the fuck is he?" You practically growled as you came into the kitchen. Bob stiffened hearing your anger and Yelena averted her eyes to her cereal, now very interested in the marshmallow shapes floating in the bowl. "Oh is that a balloon? How quaint..." she mumbles.

"Babydoll? Where's who?" Bob finally asked hoping to ease some of the emotions radiating off of you. "Johnathan. He took my damn heating pad after our last mission and I swear to god if it smells like his god-awful ax body spray I'll kill him."

Just then John walks into the room to get a protein shake before training and Bob has to leap from his seat before you can pounce to attack the man. "It's okay, it's okay, honey I'll get you a new one if anything! I'll-- I'll even get you one shaped like an animal! Any animal you want, fuck we'll get one of each! You know the ones you microwave..." you huffed and tried to wiggle from his arms before pouting "but those don't work the same! The heat leaves so fast" Bob nods sympathetic, "Right right okay um..." his eyes light up before suddenly, "You can just use me then! Right cuz of Sentry or whatever just...here" he focuses on warming his hand to lay on your stomach, he was just frantic to find something to ease the murderous look in your eye. It wouldnt be the best thing in the world for a team mate to die toay. And he nearly has you relaxed before John opens his mouth.

John, completely unaware of the situation chuckles, "what has you in a bunch? You look like you're about to cry over a broken nail Y/N". Everyone in the room freezes, you, Yelena, Bob, hell everyone in the tower with super hearing freezes from their rooms. "Oh shit..."

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" If looks could kill John would be at a funeral home at that moment. "I said-" he cut himself off with a gulp once he noticed the glare you were sending him and how tight Bob was having to hold you to keep you in his arms. "I-I said you look p-pretty today. New hairdo?" He looked to Bob for guidance and was met with just a terrified look that matched his own. "You have their heating pad...why don't you go fetch that for use Johnny boy." John nods before racing off to his room, honestly just grateful to still be breathing.

Yelena snorted under her breath, "who knew Walker could be a smart man"

You eased into Bob's arms and moved his hand to your lower stomach, "don't you dare move." You mumbled as you felt your muscles relax for the first time in days. He shook his head, "wouldn't dream of it."

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Hello! Could you write a fic about ellie Williams talking to Joel about how she’s in love with reader while they’re on a patrol, and Ellie gets attacked and can only think of reader as she thinks she’s gonna die but she ends up ok and comes back to reader and it’s a good ending:)

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Ellie williams x fem!reader

Contents: loser!ellie(ofc), lil bit of nerd!reader, cussing, reader mentioned to have curly hair, one suggestive thought from ellie, not proofread

"She's just so cool. Like. Probably the coolest person I've ever met." Ellie rambles. Joel nods along, half listening, half focusing on their surroundings. "Did you know she knows every single Greek god AND their significance. Like, thats so cool!" "Have you told her any of this?" Joel asks. Ellie talks about you all the time but when you're around, she's so nonchalant(not really she just wants you to think so)

"Well...no but she already knows. I dont need to tell her" she mumbles, looking down at the ground. "You don't think she would like hearing it from you? Considering how close yall are." He says as they approach a building. "Yea. I guess." She wants to tell you. She wants to tell you everything. About how pretty you are, how she loves when the sun hits your curls just right, how badly she wants you to push her down and stick your tounge in her-

"Shit." Her thoughts are cut off as her and Joel hear clickers. "Careful." He warns. She nods as she pulls out her knife. "Sounds like they're coming from both ways. You go that way. Yell if you need help." Joel whispers. She nods walking in the other direction.

Her steps are precise and quiet as she approaches the infected. There are two. Easy. She's dealt with more before. She sneaks up behind one, and plunges the knife in it's throat. It screeches and struggles against her hold. She didnt notice the other one behind her. It grabs onto her, trying to bite. She groans as she tries to get out of its hold.

The one infront of her finally falls limp. She lets it go as she tries to turn around. Her knife falls out of her hand and the clickers grip becomes stronger. She screams and cries and she thinks of....you. She thinks about your smile and the way your nose twitches when you're mad. She thinks about that laugh and those dimples that come out with it. She thinks of you and she uses all her strength and pushes herself out of the clickers grip.

She grabs her gun out of her holster and quickly shoots it in the head. It falls. She gasps. She gasps for air and her hearts beating a hundred miles a minute. Joel comes running around the corner, stopping when he realizes shes already killed them. "You okay kiddo?" He pants. She nods. "Yea." She says quietly.

She doesnt say anything on the way back. Only thinking of you. Once they arrive back, she makes a beeline towards your house. She pounds on the door, her mind racing.

There you are. In all your beauty. Sporting a tank top and some shorts. You look like you had just woken up considering your messy hair and puffy eyes. "Ellie?" She drops her head as her lip trembles. "El whats wrong?" You ask with a concerned voice, stepping closer towards her. You hear her sniffle and your heart breaks.

You love Ellie more than anything. She's always listened to you and been there for you. When you went through your first breakup, when your patrol horse passed away, even when there was a baby spider in your room and you were too afraid to kill it. Seeing her like this hurts you.

"Come on Els." You walk her inside, sitting her down on your couch. You sit next to her and place your hand on her knee. "Talk to me." You plead. She sighs and shifts on the couch. "I just- it was alot of infected. Im fine." She mumbles. You didnt want to push her further. You know she'll talk about it on her own time. "Do you wanna lay down? We can watch a movie." You suggest. She nods. "Yea. That sounds nice."

You two head to your room and look for a movie while Ellie lays down on your bed. You settle on Star Wars. A classic. And one of Ellies favorites. You settle in beside her and pull her close. She rests her head on your shoulder as your arms wraps around her waist.

Maybe one day she'll be able to tell you how much she loves you.

[eternallyordinary]

"The Exception" - Part 2

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Summary: He watches hundreds die without blinking—until you show up. Now the game isn't the only thing unraveling.

Warnings: violence, death, kidnapping, power imbalance, possessiveness, manipulation, emotional tension, stalking, implied violence, murder planning, toxic relationship dynamics, yandere

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You

You grew up in a house where love was loud and broken.

Your parents divorced when you were young. You hardly remember them together.

Any memories of them hand in hand feel imagined. Stitched together like a fairytale.

A bedtime story you told yourself at night to feel safe.

Your father was your hero. He still is. You love him, so much.

But he carried his demons in a bottle. Lullabies slurred between binges, disappearing into himself more often than not.

He wasn’t absent. No, he was there. Always.

He showed up to every recital. Every scraped knee, every nightmare.

But sometimes he showed up half-gone. Eyes glassy, smile too wide. Holding you close like he was afraid he’d float away.

You didn’t understand it then.

Why he’d lock himself in the bathroom for hours.

Why his hands sometimes shook when he held your glass of chocolate milk.

Why his voice cracked when he said he was proud of you for nothing. Just breathing. Just being.

You thank God he sobered up before you were old enough to name it.

Before you could understand what the pills were for, or why he cried quietly in the laundry room when he thought no one was listening.

Your dad is flawed. Fragile. Human.

Your dad.

Your mother, on the other hand, didn’t want to love you.

She wanted to be you.

Her eyes were mirrors, always searching for a younger, shinier version of herself in your reflection.

When she wasn’t nitpicking you to pieces, she was molding you into something she could control. Teaching you, wordlessly, that men were the answer to everything.

To safety.

To validation.

To money.

To worth.

So you listened.

You became what she taught you to be.

You learned how to look pretty when you were hurting. How to reach for a man’s attention like it was oxygen, to measure your value by how hard someone wanted you.

Somewhere along the way, you forgot how to want yourself.

"Don’t be such a kiss-ass,” your mother would sneer, reading your texts over your shoulder. Never asking, never needing permission.

She’d scoff at the hearts, the double texts.

“No wonder he doesn’t want you,” she’d mutter, hurling your phone onto the kitchen table. The same table so buried beneath half-used makeup palettes, unopened boxes, expired coupons, and prescription bottles that you couldn’t even remember what color it used to be.

Maybe white?

Brown?

She didn’t hit you. Not physically. But her words left welts in places no one could see.

Invisible bruises that bloomed quietly, over time.

And you felt every.

Single.

One.

You haven’t spoken to her since 2020. And yet, her voice still lives in your head, sharp as ever.

Especially when you find yourself daydreaming. When you feel too much, too fast.

When you reach for love and find only echo.

You’ve always craved to be seen. Truly seen.

To be cared for, not just touched.

To be wanted in your entirety.

But love comes to you in the dark. Always leaving you emptier than it found you.

And yet... you hold onto every 2 a.m. call like it means something.

Because in a twisted way, it does.

It means you exist.

A warm body they remember when their hand slips beneath their boxer briefs.

He's just busy.

Just bad at texting.

But you know the truth. You always did.

They weren't interested.

Not in the way you needed, at least.

They wanted warmth without the burn, touch without the weight.

Every man you let in because you thought maybe, this time, love would fix it.

Fix you.

You thought if someone wanted you enough, it would stitch up the wounds your mother carved with her words.

You thought being chosen would quiet the noise inside you. That being loved would finally make you... lovable.

You were nothing but a security blanket.

Soft, worn, easy to toss aside when the sun came up and the world started spinning again.

So when the email came from your agent—that you’d finally booked something, a real job, a Samsung commercial, for fuck’s sake—in Korea, of all places...

It felt like divine intervention.

Like the universe had finally cracked open and said, "Hey, this one’s for you."

You sat on that plane with your forehead pressed to the window, watching the clouds like they were promises.

You didn’t cry when you left Texas.

Didn’t look back.

You packed your bag, booked the ticket, and told no one.

Not because you were hiding.

Because, for the first time in your life, you were doing something for you.

Sure, it was just a commercial.

But it was a stepping stone.

A small, shining thing that proved your dreams weren’t a joke.

Then came the second email.

Casting Opportunity – Guest Role in New K-Drama (Seoul, Immediate Booking) Hi! I hope this email finds you well! My name is Min Jae, and I’m assisting with international casting for a new K-drama currently in early production. We came across your headshot at the Cheil Production Office and were immediately drawn to your energy and look—something about your presence really stood out. We’re currently looking to cast a foreign guest role for a special episode featuring an American character. The part would involve emotional depth, limited dialogue, and a strong on-screen dynamic with our lead actor. It’s a unique opportunity to showcase subtle performance. This is a closed project, not yet publicly announced, so discretion is appreciated. Filming will take place just outside Seoul, and all accommodations will be arranged for you, including transportation to the set. It would be a quick turnaround—ideally you’d be available to begin shooting within the next week. We believe this could be a meaningful next step in your career, especially if you’re looking to expand your international reel! Let us know if you’re interested, and we’ll send over a non-disclosure agreement and the next steps. Looking forward to hearing from you, soon!

Warmly, Min Jae Casting Coordinator HanStar Entertainment hanstarcasting.inquiries@protonmail.com

Maybe good things have to start somewhere, you thought, gripping your phone like it was a lifeline.

Too afraid to believe it, but desperate enough to try.

Besides, it wasn’t just you. Even your agent thought it was legit. They looked over the email, clicked through the website. It had everything. A full portfolio, staff bios. A polished demo reel. HanStar Entertainment looked like the real deal.

They said it was a great opportunity. Told you to go for it.

So you said yes without hesitation. Without question.

Maybe this was the role that would finally rewrite everything.

Fifteen hours in the sky, no familiar faces. No plan but your own.

Because if the world was going to chew you up anyway:

You might as well see something beautiful on the way down.

You believed that.

Clung to it like it could soften the landing.

Who would've thought you'd end up here.

Not on set.

Not on screen.

But curled up on a metal bunk, blood on your sleeves, silence ringing louder than applause ever could.

The hum of the plane is long gone. Replaced by the flicker of fluorescent lights and the sharp, sterile buzz that fills the air between games.

Games that aren’t games at all.

No cameras. No scripts.

Just silence.

Pain.

A growing understanding that maybe, this is what the world looks like when it stops pretending to be kind.

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Him

He had seen many things in the games.

Desperation, betrayal, death.

Constants, reliable as the masks worn to cover the monsters inside.

They all wore them, didn’t they?

The players.

The staff.

The VIPs.

Some glittered. Some cracked. But all masks hid something uglier underneath.

And when the masks slipped, what came out was worse than anything any sane person could imagine.

A mother gutting a man with her bare hands for a loaf of bread.

Two lovers whispering promises before one turned and shoved the other off a glass tile.

A man crying as he strangled his best friend, sobbing out I'm sorry as if he really was.

There was nothing sacred here. Nothing shocking.

He had seen people become animals, and animals become gods.

Drunk on the power that only comes when no one’s watching to make you feel ashamed.

He watched people kill just to be seen.

Not for survival, not for glory.

For the brief, flickering validation that someone might notice their existence.

Even if only for one more round.

And the fucked up part?

He likes it.

Not in the way the VIPs do.

Not with cigars and velvet robes and cackling laughter.

But as he watches you lost, out of place, barely holding it together—there’s no satisfaction.

No twisted thrill like the others give him.

Just a gnawing discomfort, like something sacred is being chewed up by a machine he helped build.

The way you look around with those wide, confused eyes. A doll dropped into a nightmare you were never meant to survive.

You don’t belong here. Not even close.

You’re too soft. Too untouched.

Too—

His.

The thought hits him before he can stop it, sharp and uninvited.

He clenches his jaw.

Shut up. You don’t even know her.

But it’s too late.

The word echoes in his head like a trigger he can’t unpull.

His.

What the fuck is happening to him?

He’s watched hundreds of players. Watched them beg, cry, die.

But not you.

He can’t watch you like that.

Every terrified expression of yours makes something primal twist in his gut.

You're a flame in a room full of butchers.

And he decides he’ll burn this whole place to the ground before he lets them snuff you out.

“Can we have a word?” he says, voice low and unreadable. But the look he gives the Front Man is sharp enough to cut through the mask resting on his face—

a look that says you know exactly what I want.

Without a reply, the Front Man stands, cloak brushing the floor as they step into a hallway just out of view.

The masks stay on, but the familiarity is unmistakable. Years of blood-soaked business etched beneath the surface.

"So... Who is she?”

The Front Man doesn't respond right away.

“What, we’re just letting anyone in now?!” he continues. “No card. No approval. No vetting. That's my job.”

The Front Man turns slowly, voice cold and flat. “You didn’t get to approve her because she wasn’t meant to be approved. She’s here because the VIPs thought it’d be a fun... twist.”

“A twist?” he echoes, a humorless laugh curling at the edge of his mouth. “She’s not a twist. She’s not theirs to twist.”

His voice sharpens. Still controlled, but only just. He leans in just slightly, gaze steady and cold.

"If they wanted a show, they should've picked someone else."

A pause. The Frontman inches closer, voice laced with a sour bite.

"You’re not mad she’s here. You’re mad it wasn’t you who found her."

“What?! You think I care about—”

"And my friend, don’t pretend you’ve suddenly grown a conscience. You’ve watched them die by the hundreds. Sent them to slaughter with your own hands."

A long silence stretches between them, heavy. Uncomfortable.

Finally, the Front Man speaks—his voice low, unreadable.

“You want her? Fine.” He tilts his head slightly, the mask catching the light. “Consider it a favor.”

A pause. His voice drops lower, colder.

“But if I give you this—expect to repay me. No questions. No refusals. Whatever I ask.”

Your new shadow hesitates, just barely, before speaking.

“Yes,” the Front Man replies, already turning toward the doorway. “I’ll get her out. But don’t fool yourself. You’re not saving her.”

He stops in his tracks, just long enough to look back.

“She might be safer in the game,” he says, voice low and final, “than she’ll ever be with you.”

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[mydarlingclaudia]

He waits for you, always yours, especially now.

Death came to him softly, later than he’d expected and gentler than anything he ever deserved, but his last stand was in your shared room in the house you both bought and fixed up together.

It's getting eloped instead of having a big wedding, you don't get a diamond, just a gold wedding band that matches his own, his initials carved into yours and yours into his. Simon never said "I love you" very much, but you saw it in the way he looked at you in the mornings and when you did yard work together.

He wouldn't say you got married young, mostly because you didn't, but thirty is still pretty young when you look at the bigger picture, you got married because he was in town. Your brother had just died, he was too young for it and death wasn't kind to him in the slightest, Simon was there for the funeral since him and your brother had grown up together. It was a stupid idea and one that didn't really make a lot of sense, but he asked you to marry him because he didn't want you to be alone.

It took time, but he still found a way to be comfortable loving you. He began to miss a little more every time he left for a mission, he found more reasons to talk to you when he was home (it was really your house, you were living separately at the time), he got you things and took you out for dinner if you were feeling up for it. And he'd kissed you before, usually just when he'd come home, but the first time he really put some heart into a kiss was on Christmas when you'd gotten him a mug with a stupid joke on it.

After that he began to seek you out more, he'd hug you when you'd do dishes and pull you closer when you sat down to watch TV together, you especially seemed to like it when he'd pull you back into bed when he stayed the night.

Simon bought the house he'd die in when he was thirty-nine and you were thirty-six, he took some of that vacation time he's been accumulating for years to help you paint it and fix the lighting. There's this spot in the kitchen that makes the room look golden when the light hits it right, his team met you for the first time when he invited them over for drinks, he'd never uttered a word about you before then.

Your daughter was born in a blizzard, it was the only baby you'd ever have, but neither you or Simon were particularly picky about that fact. She completely flipped your house upside down, it was one of the best things that had happened to Simon, she'd hang from his biceps and headbutt his gut, Simon told her you were strictly off limits when it came to roughhousing.

He'd wake up to her being sandwiched between the two of you, unable to deny her the very narrow spot in your bed. He'd make breakfast for the three of you and would take her to the playground after you went to work, ice cream was bought almost every day.

After she grew up and you and Simon both retired, not much changed. You still had slow mornings and you'd sit on the porch each day and eat dinner. When she started her own family, she'd bring your grandson over every week and Simon would talk to his son-in-law about the weather and his daughters old play-pen he never got rid of. When one grandkid turned into three, Simon bought a bigger dinner table and would talk about how you stole his heart right out of his chest.

When the grandkids got older and eventually started to spread their wings, you and Simon were slowing down. He thought a lot more, he knew he didn't deserve all of these good things and that there were so many different ways the two of you could have started off, but he can't find it in himself to be upset. He never expected to have a life like this and he's just happy that his grandkids weren't scared of his smile.

He dies three years before you do, and you swear that every morning you can feel a kiss being planted on your shoulder, even that you hear his laugh sometimes.

[siosin]

Sinners is pretty unclear about whether or not the soul of a vampire, once killed, can rejoin their ancestors, and I love the discussion because I am of the mind that remmick indeed got to the afterlife.

While Annie is explaining the lore she states that once a person is killed and brought back, the soul is trapped in the body and denied the afterlife.  She then states that killing a vampire frees the soul once more. This seems to imply that the soul isn't bound to the curse, and once the vampire is killed the soul is freed. 

However, Annie then states that she wishes to be killed BEFORE she's allowed to return as a vampire so that her soul may not be trapped. That SEEMS to imply that her soul will be unable to return to the afterlife despite being freed from the body, which would directly contradict her statement that the kindest thing to do for a vampire is to kill them and free their trapped soul. 

This either means that a person's soul, once cursed by a vampire, is forfeit of gaining an afterlife but is still better off destroyed rather than an eternity of being trapped in the body of a monster.

OR Annie simply wanted to die before she turned because she didn't want Smoke to hesitate and possibly be unable to kill her(because she still SEEMED to be alive, and he loved her too much to lose her). Which seems more plausible because Otherwise there is no reason to say "free the soul from the curse".

Another layer of confusion is that when Remmick explains to Sammy why he wants him, he states that he wants to see his people again and that he's trapped here. This either implies that remmick has no other options to seeing his ancestors again in vampire life OR death, and couldn't simply take his own life to free his soul.

OR it just means that because he's a cursed monster he would never think to kill himself and instead resorts to taking and manipulating others. 

Now specifically the reason I believe he got to the afterlife is because While Remmick is dying there is also heavy symbolism that his soul is being freed. The scene is very sentimental and we linger on his emotions. Irish music can be heard while he looks into the sunrise like his ancestors are finally calling him home. and once he dies his body disappears instead of dropping as a corpse like the other vampires. This distinction is clearly meant to imply that Remmick is being freed from his centuries long isolation, and the music implies that he's not only freed, but reconnecting to what he's lost.

In conclusion, bro is dancing a mean little jig up there with all his homies ☘️🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼☘️

[corseque]

clair obscur spoilers, thinking about Alicia from a strange and unpopular angle

my pretty firm belief is that because Verso and Alicia could not figure out who were the actual favorite children were, it means Aline and Renoir were actually surprisingly good and successful at not showing favoritism to their children. I firmly believe that if Alicia was the one who had died, Aline would have reacted the same way. She will always be her princess.

I keep thinking about the small painting that Alicia painted that went on the wall, and there are several details about it that make even that a not-straightforward thing to me.

the painting is actually not that small. It's smaller than the others, but it's still a full canvas. It's just the others are much bigger. This actually seems to me like another sign of Alicia's lack of ambition, because even if it wasn't the best painting, why didn't she try to paint something like the size of Verso's painting? Why did Alicia START small?

Alicia never painted anything into Verso's canvas as a child - at least, not that we are told about. She didn't even play with them except occasionally enough that Monoco would recognize her. She really had no interest in painting for fun or for expression.

Alicia has so little interest in and practice at painting that Painted Verso had to teach Maelle how to do it........... and Alicia could have painted miracles if she wanted at any point, she just... didn't even know how

Like, I fully believe that Aline was stern and discouraging and overbearing in some way and perhaps the pressure and comparisons with Clea's perfectionism turned Alicia off from painting forever, like I do fully believe that. That's really unfortunate and it's unfair and that isn't good parenting. All of Alicia's terrible paintings should be on the wall.

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, it's also kind of telling to me that Alicia showed no interest in (or tragically lost interest in) painting and did not spend time at painting and seemingly didn't really have a passion for painting even in the innocence of childhood and she knew less about painting than even Painted Verso.... and yet she still felt bad that she didn't have 100 big paintings up on the wall. It's like the Reacher, she stays in place and wonders why she isn't getting anywhere.

Like I feel you, girl, because I'm that exact same way, but.... what did you expect to happen. I'm sorry, I think have a really strangely stern viewpoint on Maelle/Alicia because I am extremely VERY VERY similar to her in personality and character weaknesses, so I'm like... well yeah, that sucks. Sometimes you're discouraged before you even start. Sometimes your first baby attempt at something you don't care about isn't the best thing in the world. Get over it or you're going to die without having moved from the spot you are now, girl. Or at least, don't be surprised you're not moving. Lol

In a kind of related topic, it's so interesting to me that Alicia has such anxiety and low self-confidence, but she's in NOTHING BUT trousers in the year 1905 (extremely unusual) when even Clea wears a dress. And she fought with her mom about her passions. And she feels utterly confident in her father. Idk it seems like she wasn't actually that messed up until the fire happened, and that affected her confidence in everything. And I think Renoir's painting of the Reacher would have been very different if he painted Alicia before the fire.

Like what is the truth, is Alicia so cowed by her parents' expectations that she create great art that she can no longer try? Or is she an extremely unusual trouser-wearing trail-blazing writer who won't be cowed even by the head of the painter's council?

I would love to see more about their life before the fire because the unreliable narration here is so thick. I actually like... do not completely believe a single thing Alicia says about her family because it seems to be so self-defeating. It takes Verso being in the same room challenging almost every sentence she says about her family to make you realize just how biased her viewpoint is.

[exclusive-mayday]

prompt ; “trouble never looked so goddamn fine.”

jj maybank

living in the cut was not for the weak. besides the constant need to work where the pay just about paid the bills, scraping by with a barely full belly by the end of the week and having to suck up to the snobby kooks because you worked for them, it was okay. it was good.

long beach days when you didn’t have to suck up to a rich man or woman for a little extra pay were heaven sent, but having the energy to go to a boneyard party after a difficult day? it was always welcome to you. winding down with a red solo cup full of beer from a shabby little keg surrounded by tourons and other locals like yourself, who knew the struggle, sounded divine.

which was why you were doing just that.

standing off to the side with a half drunken beer in a red cup, chattering and nodding away with a touron named elissa, you were more than happy to brush away the crumbs of the last twelve hours. a loud bass blasted from the crappy little speakers littering the beach space, the bonfire roaring with life as crowds of tourons, locals and bareable kooks conversed and danced.

“so, why did you choose the cut of all places to visit?” you ask, crossing your arms and leaning all your weight onto one leg, the red solo cup’s contents sloshing as you moved. “there’s not much here to…” you kiss your teeth, “admire.”

elissa, the ever lovely girl, smiled with a little laugh, “oh, i know, i just wanted to learn how to surf ‘cos i’ve always wanted to learn and one of my friend’s cousin’s lives here, so i jumped at the chance to come with her for summer.” damn, she was pretty, too, you realised. with her long blonde hair, big bright blue eyes, the freckles that seemed to dance under the firelight. she looked like she belonged there.

you chuckled, “i get that. i love surfing when i get the chance.”

“and, yet, you won’t surf with me? i’m a little hurt, princess.”

you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“jj,” you sigh with rough you nose with a smile, “i was wondering when you’d do your rounds.”

an arm wrapped around your waist with gentleness, thick with muscles, smooth with the smell of the ocean. his head leaned down to drop to your shoulder, a loopy, and a little tipsy, smile was drawn on his lips as he swayed the two of you. it was moments like this that had you wondering if your little friendship with the blonde would ascend into something more.

you had run into jj maybank and the rest of his little band of misfits not long ago, despite having grown up around and near them, you hadn’t become friends until a few months before. you had been at the wreck, having pulled in a favour from kiara about picking up a couple shifts, when the troublemaker himself had waltzed in, whisking both you and her off your feet with his dramatic and playful personality. he had certainly grown into himself over the years, and you were all in.

“mhm.” he hummed, arms squeezing you tighter, “had to find my favourite girl.”

it was all butterflies on deck with jj.

“uh huh, no, kie is your favourite girl.” you replied softly, taking a swig of your beer.

“not true.” he whispered into your ear. “i said it then and i’ll say it now, you’ll always be my favourite.”

“you only said that ‘cos i vouched for you when rafe came around asking where you’d been after you and topper got into a fat fist fight.” you muttered, trying to break free from his grip, but failing. instead, you melt back into him, subconsciously. your rolled your eyes playfully as elissa smirked.

“and i’ll never forget it, angel.” he snickered, “watching rafe get so excited when you flirted with him and then get so pissed when you slammed the door in his face will stick with me until the day i die.” he thought for a moment before speaking, “and then some.”

“jesus christ.”

“it’s jj, actually.”

“jj. i swear to god.” you groaned.

“oh, yeah baby, say my name like that again.” he joked, rotating his hips to bump into yours, hands moving to your hips.

“you’re feral, maybank!” you fight against his hold, onto to stumble with him as you both laughed. your plastic cup was left to spill its contents into the sand.

“only when i think of you, which is always, by the way.” he breathily murmured into your ear. for you to say it didn’t hit a nerve that strongly thumped with your heart would be a lie.

your breath hitched. “jj—”

“my ride’s here, so i gotta go.” elissa suddenly smiled, albeit a little awkwardly, but sly, nonetheless. she dropped her empty red solo cup into a nearby trash bag, “hopefully i’ll see you around before the end of summer.” and then, she was gone.

you gazed after her, dumbfounded at her swift exit while you hadn’t been able to say a word. you did, though, hope to see her again. she was lovely company, you smiled.

“ah, now i have you all to myself!” jj suddenly exclaimed, turning you around, crouching and hauling you over his shoulder with a steady grip on your thigh and knees.

you yelled out with a laugh, hair falling over your face as hand quickly moved to find something to get a good grip on. “jj!” you wheezed, his bare shoulder digging into your stomach as he practically skipped towards a large, stray branch. “i swear to god, jj, if you let me go—” you started, but he cut you off,

“uh uh, i’d never let you go.” he assured quietly, and it felt like an oath whispered to the gods above with the emotion his voice held.

you let out a gasp followed by a titter as the ground came far too close to your face. he has a nice ass, you thought to yourself before shaking your head, almost in shock at the intrusive pull to pinch it. either way, you do it.

jj yelped before snorting, setting you down on the branch with carefulness. the two of you were face to face, nose to nose, and you stayed as such for a few moments, each other’s eyes admiring the other’s features.

he then grinned, soft and mischievous as he stood up. you watched curiously, eyebrows furrowed.

he then struck a pose, arms moving up to show off his muscles and you snorted in surprise.

“i have better muscles than john b, right? sarah brought up how nice john b’s are, but mine are so much better, right?” his face twisted as he puckered his lips, eyebrows scrunching.

you laughed along to his little ramble.

he was such a troublemaker. he did so much for no reason, but, oh my, did he look good while he did it.

when it came to jj, trouble never looked so goddamn fine.

hmm, i’m not sure i like this, and i might rewrite it, but it’s here either way 🙌

[five-bi-five-mind]

Could I please have an imagine where the reader hooks up with Maya Bishop one night. The next morning she starts her new job at station 19 and realizes Maya is her captain. Maya tells her nothing can happen between them again, but the intense chemistry between them is apparent. So after a few months Maya realizes she wants to be with her. They get together and around 6 months later the reader is hurt on the job and has to have surgery. The whole team is worried but Maya is extremely freaked out that she may never get to tell the reader she loves her. Andy (the only person who knows about the relationship) tries to calm her down but Maya ends up revealing the relationship to the others. Then later on both Maya and the reader admit that they are in love with each other. Fluffy and angsty please?

Mistakes Were Made

Fandom: Station 19

Pairing: Maya Bishop x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, a lil Fluff

Word Count: 11.5k+

Summary: Maya got in these moods. Ones that told her to make bad choices with random strangers, only one night she did so, not knowing the person she chose would be part of the station just two days later. Now, she did all she could to avoid you and deny that the two of you spent what was possibly the best night of sex she'd ever had. Only, things always boil over, and Maya has always had a hard time when it came to dealing with things in a healthy, rational manner.

Warnings: Alcohol mention; Top!Maya, Bottom!R, fingering, oral, light spanking play, rough sex, marking, toxic!Maya, possessive sex, lemme know if I need to add more...

A/N: So, I have a handful of fics that are like this long or longer... I just decided it was time to actually finish and post one. Hope y'all enjoy lol also my obsession with Maya Bishop is in fact back

(Gif not mine; credit to captainsavre)

Maya was never one to make the best choices. But then again, despite her messy decisions, she managed to snag the position of captain of Station 19, so she guessed they couldn’t be all bad. At least, that’s how she justified her actions. Right now, she was making a particularly bad decision, one that she didn’t even know at the time how bad it actually was. 

The thing is, Maya couldn’t help it. She said that to herself a couple times in the past, especially on nights like these. Where she's had a couple of drinks and was already looking to make a bad choice. Tonight though, she was feeling particularly reckless and wanted to bump into someone who was looking to make the same bad decisions with her. And that’s where you came in.

Only, you weren’t quite what she was looking for. Maya avoided types like you, she could see from the second you walked into the bar that you weren’t the messy type. The smile you gave the bartender as you anxiously ordered your drink–a fruity, frilly drink that Maya would never get herself—told her all she needed to know about you. She should’ve just turned her attention elsewhere the minute she sized you up and moved on to find her partner in crime, but for some reason she didn’t. You clearly did not seem like the one night stand type. In fact, it would be a miracle to get you to agree to just about anything at all from the looks of you. Maya just did not clock you to be the type of girl for her to pick up at a sleazy bar. But maybe that’s what made her so intrigued. 

She just wanted to spend the night with someone, let loose, take control of another person in a way that would get out her frustrations without any consequences at all. Maya had been lucky here and there picking up people who wanted to give up their control to her, if only for just one night, and she wasn’t about to let that lucky streak die. Usually it was pretty easy, a flash of her smile, a flex of her muscle and people would swoon. Once the night was over she would leave and that was that. Maya told herself that’s exactly what she needed to keep her cool as captain, even if it wasn’t the most healthy. So she really should’ve been looking for the type she always goes for to get exactly what she was seeking. But as you sat at the corner of the bar, sipping on your fancy drink, Maya couldn’t take her eyes off you.

You checked off one of her boxes at least, Maya thought. It definitely seemed like you were new in town. Maya never picked up regulars of the bar, too terrified that these one night stands would get even messier. The times that happened she had to switch bars and she really liked this one. 

Maya kept debating with herself, going back and forth on whether she really should pursue a night with you. She could already see the work she would have to put in to get you to go home with her tonight and she had a feeling a girl like you wouldn’t be the most pleased that she would just ghost you the next day. But then there were other women looking your way and Maya realized she wasn’t the only one contemplating taking you home tonight. When she watched one particularly confident woman start to inch closer to your corner of the bar, that was all it took for Maya’s mind to finally be made up for good. She loved competition and she loved coming up the victor, she had to have you. 

“First time?” 

The voice made you jump. You were so focused on your drink that you didn’t realize a particularly attractive blonde had slid up next to you. “I’m sorry?” Your head snapped up so you could finally acknowledge the person right next to you. 

She gave you a toothy grin and leaned back against the wall of the back of the bar. “Here, I mean.”

“Oh!” You were so glad the bar was dark, because you were already blushing profusely and this woman had only said two sentences to you. “Yeah, I heard about this place from some folks and decided maybe it was worth a try.” 

“And those folks didn’t want to join you?” Wasn’t Maya’s smoothest way of asking if you were alone, but she was still trying to figure you out. Her best guess is that you’re totally new to Seattle and heard about this gay bar from a few excited tourists. If Maya was lucky maybe you really were a tourist as well and in her experience, people just visiting tend to be the people who are looking for the same thing she is. 

“No,” you chuckled nervously. “I’m here by myself.” 

“Care for company?” Maya gave you the most dazzling smile she could conjure and she could tell it worked. You hesitated for a moment, looking her up and down before you gave her a shy smile and nodded. 

Usually, you see right through these types of people. The ones who only want one thing from you, but there was something about this woman that drew you in. She was charming and smooth. You had clocked a few of the other women who had been eying you from across the bar, but you completely missed the way she had stealthed her way over into your space. You weren’t one to even be picked up at bars, usually it tended to give you the ick, but you were new in town and it didn’t hurt to have some friendly conversation.

When she introduced herself she flashed that bright smile again. And again, there was just something about it that made your heart jump. You gave her your name and was pleasantly surprised when conversation came easily. At some point you two moved to the bar counter so you could sit and after a couple of drinks for the both of you, you realized her bar chair was growing closer and closer to yours. And then after a couple more drinks you suddenly became aware of the warm hand resting on your thigh. But to your surprise, instead of pulling back, your hand just rested under the counter on top of her own. 

You really weren’t this type of girl, you weren’t. You didn’t like the idea of getting picked up at bars, you didn’t think this would be the story you tell your friends–even if you didn’t have any here yet–about how you had a “meet cute” but here you were. And honestly, her presence was quite refreshing. She was making you laugh and smile, something that you weren’t doing too often the past few days. 

This whole move had been so stressful, it was your first time away from your family and it was to follow a job halfway across the country. The anxiety of it all was really getting to you tonight as you neared the start date to this new job. That’s how you found yourself here, you thought maybe grabbing a drink, making connections, or at the very least seeing part of the community would take your mind off things. You also forgot how you kind of hated bars. But then Maya was making it bearable– Better than that, she was making it fun. The two of you talked about random things, all the while she was quite charming. You knew she was also actively hitting on you, you weren’t that oblivious, but the way she was doing it just kept drawing you in.

She asked you about your likes and dislikes and seemed incredibly interested in you as a person, that’s what made this feel a little different than a casual bar pick up. You did an excellent job at avoiding talking about why you moved here other than “you needed a change of scenery.” If you started talking about your job it would lead into talking about your parents and the decisions you made to start at a random fire station thousands of miles away. That was going to kill this easy going vibe you had with Maya right now. And whether it was her or the alcohol, you just wanted to keep experiencing more of the feelings she was bringing out in you.

For her part, Maya was trying her best to be the most enchanting she could be and she knew it was working. She could feel the eyes of the other woman who had eyed you in your cute little cropped top and your tight black jeans, now giving her the death glare. Could she blame them though? You looked incredibly attractive and also incredibly too innocent for your own good. It’s why she had to have you and it’s probably why everyone else noticed you too.

As the hours ticked by, Maya knew it was now or never. She would’ve honestly liked to take you home a while ago, but she knew it wasn’t that easy. If she were being honest with herself, she was also enjoying the conversation and surprised by how much she loved seeing you get flustered or excited about a topic. But still, getting charmed wasn’t why Maya was here, that was her role tonight, not yours. She may be intrigued by you, but that’s all it was surely. Maya wasn’t in the market for a girlfriend, just a good time and she was determined to have that good time with you. She just needed to get you home, have some fun with you, and get this intrigue out of her system. 

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Both of you were a little surprised by how readily you agreed to let Maya take you home. You had never said yes to something like this ever. Maya had her doubts on whether or not her charm really was working, but when your hand slid into hers as you both exited the bar, she couldn’t wipe the smug smile off her face. As she pulled you to the exit she felt like she was parading around her prize, making sure to make eye contact with some of the people who had eyed you at the beginning of the night. 

It was when you had her hands tangled in her hair and her lips locked to your neck that she really felt victorious. Conversation had naturally died the moment you entered her apartment and she pulled you in for a daring kiss. Now the two of you were pressed together in her bedroom and you were currently melting into her.

Kissing you felt different, Maya realized, but she quickly shoved that thought down when she heard your silent whimper as her teeth sunk into delicate skin. You were definitely the right choice, Maya thought as she practically shoved you onto her mattress. The way you looked up at her, with an innocence Maya was surprised to find and entirely too eager to ruin. She knew you would give her the control she was craving, even if you weren’t her usual target for nights like these. 

A lot of tonight was surprising for the both of you, but what really shook Maya was the way she would slow down to take all of you in. Usually, when Maya had nights like these with random strangers, it was all about the physical aspect. She would lose herself in how it felt to make someone fall apart underneath her, but with you she found herself to be way more present. At one point, when she heard you cry out as her fingers pumped themselves inside you, she pulled back to watch your face as you fell apart under her. She reveled in the way you sounded and took in every single ragged breath and desperate moan. Her nights usually didn’t go more than a round or two, but with you she kept wanting more and taking exactly what she kept craving. 

Your nails left marks down her back and her lips left bruises littered all over your chest. You panted and cried out for her again and again as her fingers kept working you up and over the edge. Both of you had lost track of the time when Maya had decided to take a break from filling you with her fingers only to bury her tongue between your legs. The way your hands flew to her hair and tugged as you let out pathetic, exhausted whimpers. She had really pushed you to the brink, and she was loving it. 

Her eyes stayed locked on your face as she practically devoured you and all you could do was shake on her bed and fall apart yet again. Maya lost count of how often she did that to you, but she decided if she was going to stick with her one night rule, she was going to make the most of it with you. 

Eventually she knew you couldn’t handle more. This was usually around the point when she would casually kick out the stranger and, more often than not, the other party would easily agree. Except when she crawled back up your naked body to see your head lulled back and your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath from the orgasm she ripped from you, Maya didn’t think about asking you to leave. Instead, she pulled you into her arms, her hands brushing stray hairs from your face before she leaned back down to capture your lips. 

Maya told herself it wasn’t safe to send you back to wherever you were staying in an uber. She made a mess out of you and it was at least her responsibility to tend to that. In the morning she could make sure the two of you parted ways for good. For now, Maya decided she would indulge in having someone else next to her as she slept. It had been so long since she let anyone stay over, and even if you were a stranger, the feeling felt nice to her. A little too nice, but Maya wasn’t going to acknowledge that. 

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When the morning came Maya didn’t even have to kick you out. You had taken your leave while she was still asleep. She was so exhausted from all the activities of the night before that she slept like a rock, which surprised her considering she was sleeping next to a total stranger. Maya couldn’t believe how easy it was to fall asleep with you in her arms when she barely knew a thing about you. Yet, she honestly had the best night of sleep in her entire life. And a great night’s rest wasn’t the only thing you gave her either… Maya couldn’t help the smug smile that played on her lips as she replayed the way she had you falling apart around her fingers. One night with you just wasn’t enough. She almost wanted to call you for a repeat. Almost. But Maya didn’t do repeats and she wasn’t about to break that rule now.

The note you left on her nightstand with your number and an explanation of why you had to run out so early was charming, but Maya crumpled it up and threw it away regardless. It was too tempting to keep around. The sounds you made the night before kept playing in Maya’s head and it was entirely too much of an enticing idea for her to save your number and send you a quick text instructing you to come back over tonight. 

Your note had simply said you couldn’t miss a meeting and encouraged her to text her soon for a proper dinner date. It almost made Maya feel bad she wasn’t doing the whole dating thing right now, but she was captain now and she had to get serious. There was no room in her life for anything messy. And, with her track record, every time she had a relationship it was messy. So maybe her eyes lingered on the crumpled paper in her trash can for a moment, but as she began to get ready for the day and head to the station, the memories of the past night faded and she became focused on the day ahead. With the steam she blew off last night she knew that today would be easy to get through.

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And she was shocked at how right she was. She was giving directions and her team was following them without too many eye rolls or talk back. The confidence of the night before was keeping Maya’s chin up and her resolve to be 19’s best captain strong. Every once in a while, though, when she was sitting at her desk and alone her mind would wander. There would be flashes of the night before replaying in her head. The way you tasted, the way you would sound, how you felt when she had you writhing underneath her. She kept having to shake herself from that thought. 

Each time her mind drifted, she would remind herself this craving to have you again would fade as the memory of you did. It wasn’t like she was ever going to see you again, she could easily forget the feelings you caused in her after just a few days. Maybe she would find someone new next week to blow off some steam with. Although, for some reason the thought of that made her stomach twist. She knew it would have to be a little while before she could pick someone up again. Everyone else would just be a disappointment. Maya’s craving for you felt so strong after this one night that she already decided to take a break from that bar, just in case she were to run into you again. She knew she would do whatever it took to convince you to come home with her again if that were the case. 

As her shift came to a close she kept thinking about the crumpled paper with your number on it left in her trash can. When she finally was done and heading home, with each step she took closer to her apartment she was more and more tempted to save it from the trash and send you a text. She had such a good day at the station today, if she had you again maybe that would happen for a second day in a row. 

But as she reached her apartment and saw the wrinkled paper at the top of her trash bin she used all of her will power to take the trash out to her apartment dumpster. With a heavy sigh she tossed it for good. That night as she threw her body down on the bed, she felt frustrated with herself for two reasons. The first being that she hated that she was so stuck on this one encounter with you and the second being that she had enough sense to throw away that damn note of yours. 

Sleep did not come easily to her that night. She tossed and turned and before she knew it her alarm was going off and it was time to go back to the station. 

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If Maya was right about yesterday being a good day, she was worried she would be right about today being an awful one. So far, that was seeming more and more like it was the case. She had sprung on her that there would be a new member to the team; an out of state transfer. The team was already at each other’s throats today as it was, they didn’t need a new member throwing off their balance. Any time there was a new addition it was always an adjustment period that got messy. Maya couldn’t help the groan of frustration she let out as she hung up the phone. She only had two hours to prepare for the new person and she wasn’t in the mood.

The rest of the station all felt exactly the same as there was a collective groan much like Maya’s earlier that sounded throughout the room. Maya tried her best to play serious captain, lecturing them about being welcoming and working together before the new arrival was to come. They still seemed reluctant to follow her command. 

After that all she could do was wait until she finally heard a knock on her office door. She took a couple deep breaths, muttering to herself a here we go before trying to plaster on her best “Captain Maya Bishop Smile” and standing to get the door. What she didn’t expect was the face waiting on the other side. Her smile immediately dropped as she took in who stood in front of her and, on top of that, her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. She definitely knew she looked embarrassingly shocked at this moment, but so did the eyes staring back at her.

Right in front of her was the person that had been on her mind all day. Maya was in utter shock, but to her surprise it seemed like you were too. Your jaw was practically on the floor as you took in who stood in front of you. You had folders in your hand and the uniform you had on told her all she needed to know to realize you were the out-of-state transfer. 

The way both of you froze, Maya’s hand still gripping the doorknob as she stood right in the way of either of you being able to step in probably also looked quite odd. In that moment Maya forgot all about being picture-perfect Captain Bishop and was just utterly confused at what sort of divine twist in fate was playing out before her eyes. It was like a dumpster fire and a trainwreck all at once in Maya’s mind and she couldn’t fathom how to handle this new development. 

Just moments ago she was fighting the internal debate she was having about going back to the bar she found you in and desperately scoping it out until she saw your face again. She had successfully talked herself out of it about a minute before you knocked on the door and now it was like the universe was playing a sick joke on her. Taunting her with the thing that has been plaguing her mind for over 24 hours. 

“Cap… Captain Maya Bishop,” Maya internally kicked herself as she tried to recover. Her hand leaving the door knob and extending towards you finally. In a split second, Maya had decided to play this off as a first meeting. It wasn’t her proudest moment, but she could see around the corner the odd way Andy was looking at the interaction between the two of you. 

You looked down at her hand and then slowly back at her, confusion in your eyes. Of course, you knew her name. She gave you her name before she took you home from the bar that night, but slowly you were realizing the terrible truth. That Maya didn’t want you to acknowledge that you knew her at all. She watched with a gnawing guilt that settled in her stomach as your eyes flashed with hurt for a brief second before taking her hand and re-introducing yourself to her as if she hadn’t been seductively whispering your name into your ear while telling you all about how good you were for her just a few nights prior. 

“Step into my office,” Maya said after uncomfortably clearing her throat once she dropped your hand from the awkward handshake you’d reluctantly complied to. “I’ll get you caught up.”

She walked slowly to the other side of the desk, having closed the door and locking it stealthily once you had stepped in as well. She didn’t need anyone interrupting, especially if details about the other night come up in this conversation.

However, she hoped you’d be normal about this. That you would take the hint that Maya was unwilling to acknowledge the history you two now shared. This meeting would be uncomfortable, she knew that, but she was going to do everything in her power to dodge the uncomfortable conversation she had done so well to avoid with all her one night stands up until this point. Especially now, when you were to be the new transfer and she was the captain, a relationship with someone she was meant to guide, to lead without trouble. And this—you appearing again out of nowhere—would not look good for her career. 

She guided the conversation as much as possible. Sticking to the paperwork that you needed to have completed and what you needed to know before officially joining the station. You were incredibly silent other than when you had to respond to her. The bubbliness that was so present in your demeanor that night she found you in the bar was utterly gone now. Instead, you just seemed like a dark cloud across the desk from her. She knew that you were fully aware at this point of her usual game: That Maya had no intention of calling you back after that night and that she wasn’t going to acknowledge in the slightest that the two of you had shared amazing chemistry, and the most amazing sex Maya had ever had to date. But no, Maya couldn’t dwell on that part. 

“Welcome to the station,” Maya finally said, standing from her desk to shake your hand again. You looked at her hand for a moment before taking it in a weak grasp. All had been said and done, and now all that was left was for you to start getting used to the team. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled, dropping your hand from hers as if it burned. Without looking Maya in the eye, you finally stood and turned towards the door. Except, the look on your face, the one that made Maya feel as if she had kicked a puppy, was nagging at her.

But Maya was never one to handle these things well.

“Oh and (Y/N),” Maya’s voice stopped you right as your hand began to reach for her door. “I think it goes without saying, but please don’t bring up the other night.” 

Maya watched as your body stiffened and she didn’t have to see your eyes to see that that blow was probably the last one she needed to make to get you to realize it was a one night thing. She was sure it had occurred to you already, but she needed to make sure she hammered the last nail in the coffin.

“It never happened, right?” Your voice was low, and Maya could hear the irritation in it. But, in her own selfishness, she was just relieved to hear those words.

“Correct,” she nodded as she leaned back in her office chair and watched you exit. You shut the door a bit harder than an average person would, but Maya figured she at least deserved that response for how big of an ass she was being to her new transfer. 

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Despite the initial awkwardness, things with you on the team were going quite well. You found your place after only a couple weeks, making fast friends with both Vic and Andy. And there was no mention or reveal of the history you had shared with Maya. However, that didn’t stop your presence from driving Maya absolutely crazy.

She was relieved that you hadn’t brought up the night the two of you had shared four months ago right before you started, but she was also being driven crazy by the memories of it. That coupled with the fact that you were in such close proximity had made things even worse. When you were around, Maya was on edge. It wasn’t even about whether or not you would reveal the shared secret anymore. It was just that she couldn’t figure out how to be around you.

After about a month or so, Maya decided to try to go to bars and pick up other people to blow off steam, but that didn’t work. She didn’t even get very far, she just found that she wasn’t into it. There was a voice in the back of her mind that kept telling her that whatever she was going to do, wouldn’t be the thing she really wanted–the type of night she craved. After trying and failing a couple times to pick up people, she finally gave up and entered a dry spell that put her on edge so badly it was affecting her whole team’s attitude. And all she could do was blame you. After all, wasn’t it your fault for not mentioning that you were transferring to work for her? 

Logically, Maya knew you couldn’t have possibly known, but she wasn’t feeling very logical anytime you were around. Especially in the moments where it was just you and her in close spaces. Maya tried very hard to avoid those moments, but sometimes she wasn’t so lucky. She would find that when she went to work out in the station’s gym, she had the worst timing because it almost always was when you were already in there working out alone.

Instead of focusing on training, she would pick a spot behind you and–with a lot of shame and self loathing on her part–stare at your ass as you jogged on the treadmill. In the evenings that you two were both at the station, she would watch as you ate, mesmerized by the way you would lick your lips here and there. Wishing to reach over and clean your lips of crumbs. It was a struggle any time she was near you to just snap out of it. So Maya began planning a bit more strategically to avoid your presence, especially when there were fewer in the station at certain hours. But even then, there were moments when you were near that drove her wild and no amount of planning to avoid you could save her from the frustration that came with your presence as part of her team.

“So, you’ve been here awhile now?” Vic began idle chit chat as the three of you rode in the back of the truck back from a routine call. 

“Yep, a few months,” you answered absentmindedly as you stared out the window. Maya knew you were looking so intently out the window to avoid looking anywhere near her.

“Plenty of time to explore, see the sights, maybe go on some dates..?”

You just snorted at that and shook your head. 

“What? No dates?” Vic turned to you excitedly and Maya felt as if she was watching a trainwreck happen right in front of her. “We have to get you out there! Seriously, since you got here I swear all I’ve seen you do is work and occasionally go out with us. But only if we beg you. Let me set you up!”

“I don’t know…” 

“Come on, I can find you a good guy.”

“Mm…” you gave her a hesitant look that told Vic all she needed to know.

“Girl?” 

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “I mean– well no, I don’t want to be set up. But if I did, I’m uh…” your eyes glanced briefly at Maya before immediately looking back to the window “I’m into girls.”

“No, no, no,” Vic was leaning towards you with ever growing excitement and Maya felt her stomach twist as she listened to this conversation unfold with growing dread. “This is perfect! I have the perfect person for you.” 

“Vic, I don’t know…”

“Trust me!” The truck was slowing to a stop finally as it pulled into the station, but Maya couldn’t let herself stop listening to what was happening between you and Vic. With each passing moment the dread changed into inexplicable anger. 

“Listen,” Vic continued as you both hopped out and she fell into step next to you. “I have this friend–painfully single. Cute, kind, all of that. I promise she would love to go on a date with you. What do you say?”

“Vic…” your voice was a warning and Maya kicked herself for feeling so much joy over how you kept trying to shut Vic down.

Except, that feeling of triumph at watching you refuse was short lived. Vic’s persuasiveness won out in the end, to Maya’s begrudged horror.

“Oh, come on. Worst case scenario, you made a friend, right?” Vic knew all the right words to say to you apparently.

“I guess so,” you sighed and finally nodded and in a flash, Maya watched as Vic flung one arm around you and pulled out her phone with the other. 

Maya didn’t follow much more of the conversation after that. She saw red the moment she heard the distant words come from Vic’s mouth. Something about giving your phone number to her friend and Vic nagging about making sure the date was sooner rather than later. Maya didn’t want to hear any more of it. 

The rest of the evening Maya was in the worst possible mood. 

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The bad mood Maya was in actually lasted the whole rest of the week. Maya knew you had a date scheduled for Friday night and when that day came and went, Maya couldn’t relax. Her whole body was filled with a pure rage she was trying too hard to deny, but simply could not. You weren’t there Friday at all, which was planned as it was your day off. But it drove her even more crazy. And the fact that you also had the weekend off made things worse.

Maya couldn’t help but imagine the worst case scenario. That your date went amazing and she was doing all those things to you that Maya knew you liked. The things that she found out first, she thought with a twisted sort of smug pride as she stewed in her office for hours that Saturday morning. 

Vic was in for most of the day that day, and she unfortunately had heard Vic telling people she thought the date went well. What made everything much worse was the way Vic had joked that she was already planning the wedding. 

Maya gripped her coffee cup so tight that she thought she might crack it. But unluckily for her Andy had noticed and slyly took the cup from her hands.

Andy didn’t know about the night that the two of you shared, but Maya had a paranoid feeling that she may have started to piece things together. Here and there she had commented on the awkward, charged tension between the two of you. When Maya shrugged it off, Andy had responded with “I’ll let it go for now, but I want the details later.”

That’s when Maya made damn sure that later wouldn’t come for a while. 

At this point, to keep her secret about the two of you, it felt like she was avoiding her entire team. Which was not a good look for a captain. But Maya didn’t think sleeping with the new transfer before her first day and then ghosting her was a good look either. So, she picked the lesser of two evils.

Still, as Maya continued to hear gossip about your date that day in passing from Vic, her anger grew. Eventually, as the evening stretched on into the later hours of the night, everyone who was in the station knew to avoid Maya all together. 

So when Maya had her guard down, not expecting to see the number one person she was avoiding, she was in for a rude awakening. All she wanted was a damn shower, away from Vic’s excited daydreaming about you and her friend that she constantly shared with anyone who’d listen. Of course, you just had to be there when no one was expecting you. 

This was the one place that Maya was extremely careful not to run into you. Yes, she ogled you a bit when you were near and she was trying to quit that bad habit with careful planning. But to run into you in the locker room or the showers when it was just the two of you… Maya knew that would be detrimental. 

So, when she rounded the corner of the showers, thinking she was the only living soul in there only to run right into you?  That’s when her biggest nightmare came true.

There you were, in nothing but a towel clutched to your chest while Maya stood before you, clothed in workout gear from a late night session to get the very person in front of her out of her mind. Why were you even here, she wondered. Was it simply to torment her even more?

“What are you doing here?” Maya didn’t even mean to say that outloud.

“O-oh, uh… My complex’s water is out and I really needed a shower…” Your eyes were filled with just as much shock as Maya felt and she couldn’t help the way hers glanced down as your hand tightened on the towel around you.

Her eyes may have lingered a bit too long on your chest, but then the words you said sunk in and while they may have sounded completely innocent to anyone else, Maya heard them differently. But could anyone blame her? When she was hearing all about the wonderful date you had with a mystery woman all day long, how could Maya’s mind not go to somewhere she was very much trying to avoid?

“That busy with your date, huh?” Maya’s words seemed innocent, but her tone was filled with venom. 

“No,” you took a step back as if her tone physically wounded you. “I just needed a shower. Actually– It’s not even any of your business.”

“Of course not,” Maya snapped back, “Why would I care what you do?”

You stared at her for a moment in disbelief. How did taking a shower at the station turn into a strange argument with your captain? And over a first date that, despite what you told Vic, would probably not turn into a second one.

“I don’t know, Maya.” Your tone was more exhausted than frustrated, but you couldn’t stop yourself from picking at a wound you had an inkling was there. After all, Maya had been particularly irritating all week. “But for some reason, I really think you do.” 

“Oh, please,” Maya scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest. “I just want to make sure what you’re doing doesn’t distract the others.”

“Distract the others or distract you?” You fired back quicker than Maya expected and she saw the pride in your eyes as you stared back at her. Your towel was still firmly gripped around your naked body, but Maya could see that you were standing your ground firmer than you had before. 

“Don’t be so full of yourself!” Maya was grasping at straws, but she’d be damned if she let you win. “It was just one night, get over it.”

“You’re telling me to get over it?” You let out a bitter laugh, but stepped forward all the same, challenging Maya with your actions. “You’re the one who told me to forget that night! Yet, you’re also the one who’s throwing the fit that I went on one date. You’re not allowed to be upset about this.”

“I’m not upset.” Maya took a step towards you, against her better judgement, as if standing her ground this way would prove her point. “Why would I be upset? It was just one night.” 

“Yeah, one forgettable night.” Your eyes narrowed as you nodded in stubborn agreement. 

“It didn’t mean anything to me.” Maya took another step into your space, her eyes flashing as she watched yours for a sign that she hurt you. Anything to make you feel the frustration and anger she was feeling.

“Me either,” you fired back as you stepped closer into her space too. 

“You could’ve been anyone else that night and it wouldn’t have mattered,” Maya hissed as she stood firm in your personal space. Both of you were breathing hard, the anger Maya was feeling was surely felt in you as well. “It was just meaningless sex.”

“You’re right,” you lean closer, your eyes daring, “just sex.”

“Just…” she took another, regrettable step forward, her eyes locked on your lips. “Life altering,” her breathing grew more rapid and so did yours, “earth shattering” with each word she watched as a faint blush spread through your cheeks “… sex.” 

You didn’t respond. Instead her hands knotted in your still damp hair painfully as she pulled your face the rest of the way to close the gap between the two of you and crashed her lips into yours. Her kiss was searing, but it was everything she craved for far too long. Immediately, her other arm went around your waist and she pressed your body into her own. She felt your hand tighten harder, desperate to keep the towel between the two of you, but in that moment she felt another spark of anger at the hesitation. How dare you keep from her the thing she’s been denying herself for months?

While her teeth tugged at your bottom lip and a groan slipped from your parted lips, her hand in your hair moved to the hand holding your towel. With little resistance she tugged your own hand away from where it held the towel and immediately it fell between the two of you and onto the floor. 

Both of you parted for a moment after that, a charged silence hung in the air and you breathed hard through your slightly opened mouth. Maya stared at you for just a second, her eyes locked with yours, your pupils blown and your face flushed, before looking down your body. Her mind flashed to the way she had looked at it with her marks littered over your chest months ago. She wanted to do it again. She was going to do it again. That thought resonated through her entire being and it was all it took for her to spring into action. 

With both her hands on your hips, she quickly guided you back into the showers, not caring that her clothes were damp from pressing into your still wet body. Her lips immediately attacked yours again, tongue sweeping into your mouth as soon as you allowed her access.

The way you whimpered when her tongue ran against yours already had her completely drunk off the way you reacted. Your back hit the cold, tile wall of one of the shower stalls and immediately Maya ripped herself from your lips to drop to her knees. 

She couldn’t tell what she wanted more, to taste you or to fill you, but her craving to claim you with her tongue won out so with one swift motion she had one of your legs over her shoulder and face was immediately buried into your pussy.

“Oh, my god,” you cried out when you felt her lips attach to your clit and begin to suck. One of your hands tangled itself into Maya’s hair while the other grasped at anything nearby to keep you up right. In this angle, Maya had perfect access to you. While her tongue was busy lapping at your clit, her hand moved up your thigh until it met right below where her tongue was. With another cry, you felt two of Maya’s fingers slip into you and immediately begin pumping in and out. 

This was all happening so fast it was making your head spin, but that might also have been because of the way Maya was utterly claiming you with her tongue and fingers. Either way, you didn’t know you needed this so badly until you felt the way her fingers were filling you. You should’ve been ashamed of the sounds coming out of you in your place of work, or the way your hips were grinding of their own accord into Maya’s face as her tongue circled your clit and her fingers pumped harder and harder up into you.

It only took a couple more minutes of Maya’s tongue flicking your clit and her fingers pressing down on the spot that she found so easily the first time for you to cum, your thighs shaking as you did. Maya moved impossibly fast to push your thigh off her shoulder and then wrap your leg around her waist as she stood up. Her fingers never stopped as you came around them. In fact, they barely even slowed as she began to fuck you against the wall. Her teeth were now buried into your neck as you kept crying out in both delicious pain and pleasure. 

Maya had officially lost herself in you, just as she had those months ago. She should’ve thought this through, but all she could do was keep taking from you all she craved. The way you whined out her name as she kept fucking you after your first orgasm was too tantalizing for her to stop. She pulled back for a moment to see your face, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from just how hard Maya was fucking you, and she thought you looked incredible. In that moment, a voice in the back of her head said if she kept going, she would never be able to stop. But she also was too lost in the feeling of her fingers buried inside you to even consider putting an end to what was happening right now.

She felt you tighten around her fingers again, and with a few more pumps into you, she felt you cum again. Your body slumped forward to rest against hers and your head buried itself into her neck, but she wasn’t done.

“Come on,” She growled, “You and I both know you can take more than this.”

Despite that, Maya pulled her fingers out and you shuddered at the loss of feeling filled by her. Instead, she used her now free hand to hoist you up and, knowing how obedient you can be, she guessed accurately that you’d wrap your still shaking legs around your waist. With your naked body wrapped around hers, she carried you out of the shower room. She knew for a fact everyone else was either gone or nowhere near where the two of you were. She took you to one of the private rooms and immediately threw you on the bed.

You fell with a grunt, still not registering just yet all that had happened. Maya thought you looked cute, drunk off the two orgasms she gave you. She was far from done though.

“Hands and knees, face in the pillow and ass up. Can you do that?” Maya was already kneeling on the bed before you could even respond. You still had a dazed look on your face but when Maya grabbed your hips again and began flipping you over, you started to comply. 

It was a vulnerable position, your hands were already gripping the metal rods of the headboard before Maya even slipped her fingers back into you. Before you could actually lean down with your head on the pillow and your ass up for Maya, however, she was already sinking her fingers back into you. 

Immediately, upon slipping them in and pulling them out, Maya put her full force into the thrust to make you fall forward into the pillows. Which was a good thing, because it also made you let out a loud moan that probably echoed beyond the room. At least it was a little muffled with the help of the pillow she was forcing you to bury your face in.  

Maya again set a brutal pace, kneeling behind you to put her body weight into each pump of her fingers. And then, when she pushed a third one into you, your moans were flowing nonstop into the pillow as your knuckles turned white from how hard they were gripping at anything they could reach. 

Maya was leaning over you as she fucked you. Her hand came to your ass once or twice, smacking hard and watching as you jumped and you tightened around her fingers each time she did. She was in heaven, she had totally abandoned herself and all her rules tonight and for now she didn’t care. 

She had one goal and that was to satisfy her craving of you. It also helped that, in doing so, she hoped you’d be too exhausted for any sort of second date with that girl Vic set you up with any time soon. 

You were crying her name over and over again at this point, her fingers stretching you out so deliciously and hitting all the right spots the whole time. The way her hips pressed into you with each pump of her hand also made your head swim, and Maya couldn’t help the thought of doing this again but with something else entirely in place of her fingers. Anything to break you underneath her sounded good right now. 

It didn’t take longer, a few more harsh pumps of her fingers and another stinging slap of her hand down onto your ass had you coming again with a low whine. Your body collapsed onto the bed, yet you immediately felt Maya’s lips kiss up your back to your ear. 

“One minute and then we’re going again,” she whispered before running her tongue down your neck. 

You nodded desperately, wanting more but already too lost in Maya to form a coherent sentence. 

Three orgasms in and you both knew that was only the beginning. 

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The next morning it was Maya’s turn to leave you in her bed. She still needed to shower and you were knocked out from the night before. 

Maya looked down smugly at your naked body, covered in hickeys and bite marks from the night before. But after a moment dread filled her again.

She had done this, she had broken her own rule and she couldn’t let this happen again. When the captain dates within the station, it’s always messy. But she wasn't dating you. It was just sex. Again. 

She had to make sure it was the only time this was to happen with you under her command. She couldn’t risk her position as captain, so she decided it was best to go back to ignoring you. 

But that didn’t last long at all. When Monday rolled around and you were on shift with both her and Vic, she didn’t realize just how prominent some of her hickeys were. You also sucked at hiding them, but you did at least try. 

Except Vic noticed immediately and when the three of you were yet again in the truck riding back from a call, Vic had to unknowingly poke the bear that was a reluctantly jealous Maya. 

“So, the date went that well?” Vic grinned over at you as you both rode back to the station. 

Maya again was cursed to silently listen. 

“It was fine.” You tried to be as dismissive as possible, but Vic took that as you being shy. 

“Just fine?” Maya could hear the devilish grin in Vic’s voice. “Say that to the evidence. Damn! It looks like you got mauled by a vampire.”

“What?!” Your hand immediately flew up to your neck. 

Maya was cursing herself and waiting for whatever poor excuse you were going to give. With any luck, Vic might buy it. 

“Busted!” Vic chuckled and leaned back. Your hand was still covering your neck and Maya could tell you were scrambling to find anything to say. “Must’ve been a great night.”

“It’s— that’s—“ you were stuttering, desperate to find an excuse. But then you paused for a moment and Maya was curious to hear your response. “You got me,” you let out a nervous chuckle. “It was a crazy night.” 

Maya didn’t expect that response. Logically, she knew it was your way of trying to deflect from the truth. Maya had placed that hickey. She knew she did. But logical Maya never seemed to be in the driver's seat when it came to you. Jealous Maya wondered what if it was there and she hadn’t noticed? What if you had gone out again Sunday and received it then? Jealous Maya couldn’t keep from balling her hands into fists as she listened closer to the conversation. 

“I knew you two would hit it off!”

“You were right,” you agreed, but your tone was weak, not quite convincing. It didn’t seem to bother Vic though. 

“When’s the next date?”

“Oh, it’s not set yet.”

“You need to call her! Maybe sometime we can do a double date!” Vic’s excitement was growing and Maya just begged the universe that the truck would go faster so they could arrive at the station and she could stop hearing everything that made her blood boil. “This is going to be great. I know for a fact she’s free the day you’re off next.”  Vic was completely oblivious to your growing discomfort as she kept ranting on about date ideas. 

“Yeah,” you gave Vic a nervous smile as all of you got out of the truck a few minutes later. “I’ll uh.. call her soon.”

“Nah, it’s already done!” Vic beamed with excitement. “I just checked if she’d want to meet up with you Friday.I know you a little by now, I knew you’d need the extra nudge.” Vic winked at you, not noticing Maya had stopped in her tracks in front of the both of you. 

“Oh…” your voice was filled with hesitation, “thanks, what did she say?”

“You’re on for Friday!” Vic not once noticed your reluctance or the way Maya shook with rage as the both of you walked past. 

And that was all it took for Maya to lose resolve. Friday night came, Maya found herself in front of your apartment—which was not her proudest moment since she had to look up your address from files she had on you—and she made sure you would miss your date. Maya had you on your back within minutes and utterly devoured you all night long. 

And then it kept happening. Over and over again. Each time Maya would get jealous. Vic had figured out the girl she set you up with didn’t work out, so she kept trying. It was driving Maya crazy. She couldn’t just leave you alone. Really, Maya thought, this was Vic’s fault for pushing her buttons. Even if Vic had no idea. 

Two months of this song and dance had gone by. Maya would get jealous, fuck you until you could barely walk, and say it was just sex. Then walk out and spend the rest of the week furious until the cycle restarted. 

At least she was in a good mood for a couple days after fucking you. She took it out on everyone a little less. But people were starting to notice her constant volatile moods, especially Andy. 

She may have known something, but Maya was sure it wasn’t the full truth. And Maya was okay with Andy wondering as much as she wanted, as long as she didn’t guess. 

When the two of you weren’t fucking, Maya felt like she was doing a decent job at keeping her feelings at bay. But the thing was, she was having a harder and harder time denying that there weren’t some feelings. 

When you were passed out from the nights the two of you spent together, Maya would linger. Holding you until the sun rose, brushing hair from your face, giving you soft touches and kisses when you were asleep. The idea of anyone else doing even just this with you felt like a kick in the gut to Maya. So she couldn’t deny that “just sex” was a bullshit excuse to explain this situation she found herself in. 

She didn’t really have a plan to deal with any of it either. She thought maybe her feelings would go away, but then she would have to stop acting on her need to have you. So far, she’s failed miserably at it. 

Then she thought maybe one of Vic’s blind dates would work and you’d stop giving in to her. But then Maya never even let you go on those dates. She kept showing up at just the right moment and consuming you in every single way so that you had no chance to make it to see another human being that night or even the next. You’d never make it to a date, because Maya would never let you. It was a fucked up cycle, but Maya knew deep down she wasn’t going to let it break. 

Except, of course something had to eventually give. It always did, Maya knew it would. This was just in the worst possible way. 

There was a bad fire. A building collapsed and you were in it. Maya was frantically giving her teams orders, but when she heard on an intercom that you were pinned by a beam and surrounded by flames, Andy had to physically hold her back. 

She watched in utter horror when Jack carried your broken body out of the building and rushed it to the ambulance. 

She looked at her team and the work that still needed to be done and then back at the ambulance that was packing you in. Duty over heart was what she always said but in the moment her whole world felt like it was caving in. 

“Go,” Andy’s eyes said it all and Maya couldn’t begin to grasp the severity of that. “She needs you. I’ll handle the rest.” 

That’s all it took for Maya to break out into a sprint and demand to ride in the ambulance with you. 

You were rushed into surgery upon arrival. Broken ribs, a punctured lung and a few more things that Maya didn’t quite grasp. Her ears were ringing the minute the EMT said it was serious. Things didn’t look good and Maya couldn’t stop blaming herself. 

After a while Andy appeared in the waiting room with Vic, Travis, and Warren not far behind. 

“How is she?” Travis was the first to ask.

“I don’t— I’m not sure. They’re not telling me anything.” Maya had been pacing the waiting room, unable to sit still but unwilling to go far in case she missed an update. “I don’t know if she’s okay, if she’ll be okay. I don’t know a damn thing.”

“Hey, hey,” Warren stepped in. “She’s in good hands.” 

“I know that,” Maya went back to pacing. “I know. But what if she won’t be okay?”

“She’s strong,” Vic said as she sat down and followed Maya with her eyes. “She’ll pull through this.” 

“Yeah, and if she doesn’t?” Maya’s speed increased as worst case scenarios ran through her mind. 

“She will,” Travis echoed. 

“I can’t believe I let her go in there! I can’t believe she was so reckless and where was everyone? She shouldn’t have been alone so long. I should’ve gone in, I knew I should’ve handled it. This is all my fault.” Maya was spiraling at this point. Her hands were shaking as she kept pacing back and forth. She didn’t care who was in the room with her right now, all she could focus on was the images of your broken body laying in the ambulance next to her. She didn’t realize it until this very moment that she was actually living her worst nightmare and she wasn’t sure if she fully grasped why, but she was beginning to understand. “She’s hurt and this is my doing and if she doesn’t come through— if she doesn’t open her damn eyes again. I can’t— I don’t know what I’ll—“

“Hey,” Andy finally stepped in, cutting off Maya in her path that she kept pacing in. Her hands fell to both Maya’s shoulders. “This wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

A twist in Maya’s gut told her otherwise. You were upset with her before you ran in. The cycle had repeated and you were to be set up on another date. Only this time, it seemed to Maya like you actually wanted to go. So she got pushy earlier and you got angry. She knew you were getting tired of the cycle, she knew you hated when she left you alone in her bed. 

She still did it because it felt easier than admitting the truth. But then you had reached your boiling point and you had told her you'd rather run into a burning building than hear her deny her feelings for you one more time. So that’s exactly what you did. And then you got hurt. 

“You don’t understand,” Maya’s voice cracked and she squeezed her eyes shut. This was someone’s fault. This was her fault and Maya knew it. 

“I do,” Andy’s eyes said it all. In those two simple words, Maya finally broke. 

“I love her… I love her just so much,” Maya broke down, a sob wracking through her body.   

Andy immediately pulled her into an embrace. The rest of the room was utterly silent apart from the gut wrenching sobs coming from their captain. 

The shock in everyone was apparent, except Andy, who had guessed early on. Maya should be worried, she should be ashamed of this reaction, but she couldn't do anything other than cry into her friend’s shoulder and regret nearly every decision she’s made about you up until this point. 

“I can’t lose her,” Maya’s voice trembled as she cried. 

“I know.” Andy’s arms tightened around Maya. 

“I love her,” Maya repeated again between sobs. 

“Then what are you going to do about it when she comes out of this?” Andy’s question was gentle, but serious. Maya, in that moment, knew just how much Andy really did understand about her relationship with you. As Maya lifted her head she looked over to the three others on her team. Vic’s eyes were red rimmed, tears threatening to fall from seeing Maya’s desperate outburst. Travis looked back at her with surprise, but sad understanding, and Warren gave her a nod that told her, in this moment, he understood all and all would be okay. 

It took hours of the five of them waiting before Maya was finally given an update. 

She was so happy to hear what the doctor had to say that she couldn’t stop from another round of tears breaking loose. She was told it would be awhile before you would wake up, but she insisted on waiting. Eventually, you got a room and Maya parked herself on a chair next to your unconscious form. 

The hospital didn’t seem the happiest that non-family was insisting on staying, but since Maya knew people in this hospital, she had strings pulled so she could ensure that she would never be removed from your side. 

It still took even longer for you to wake up. But when finally, over 24 hours had passed, and you stirred, Maya immediately jumped to her feet. 

Her hand went to yours, colder and paler than usual. Her thumb stroked the top of it, and when your eyes fluttered she immediately pressed the nurse call button. 

“Hey,” her voice was barely above a whisper as she watched you begin to slowly blink your eyes open. 

“Where… where am I?” Your voice was hoarse and she could tell it hurt you to speak. Probably from the breathing tube during your surgery. 

“You’re in the hospital,” Maya spoke softly as she reached to push a strand of your hair from your face. “There was an accident, but everyone made it out. A nurse will come soon.”

You still clearly weren’t quite awake yet. Usually, you’d have questions, but Maya guessed that the medication they had you on, plus just waking from surgery, made you too groggy to respond well. You, instead, nodded weakly at her words, your eyes closing again and your head leaning back. 

The nurse came in shortly after, checking vitals and verifying that everything was okay. He filled you in on what had happened, the surgery you had, and informed you that your doctor would be in when possible. The two of you thanked him as you left, but Maya remained standing by your side, her hand cradling yours as if it was the most delicate thing in the world. 

She had texted folks briefly that you had woken up. Vic was nearby and was there shortly after receiving the text. 

To your surprise, Maya still didn’t release your hand as she told Vic what the nurse said and how the doctor hadn’’t come to talk to you yet. Vic sat in a chair next to the both of you, and even then Maya still refused to let go of your hand. 

For the most part, you didn’t question it. You greeted Vic but the both of them insisted it was okay to keep your eyes closed and head back to rest. After all, you had almost died. Maya insisted that meant that, despite the visitor, you needed all the rest you could get. 

When Vic got a text that Travis was in the hospital but lost trying to find your room, she volunteered to find him and bring him to you. However, that left you and Maya alone again and while you still felt exhausted and a little bit delirious from the medicine, you finally had to ask. “Why haven’t you let go of my hand?” Your voice was quiet, but Maya’s attention was so focused on you that you knew she would hear. 

“I don’t want to let go.” Maya said it as if it was the most simple thing in the world. Even if she knew her actions up until now made you think it was the last thing she wanted. 

“People will see,” you turned your head to look at her now and Maya smiled softly at the slight surprise in your face when you found her intensely staring back at you. “Vic saw.”

“I know,” Maya released your hand to press her own to your cheek. “Let them see.” 

“Why?” Maya let out a soft laugh at the simplicity of your question and the confusion in your eyes. 

“Because they already know.” She smiled again as your brow furrowed in confusion. She didn’t need to wait for your question to know what you wanted to ask. “They all know how I feel about you. Kind of let the cat out of the bag when you got hurt.” 

Maya gave you a sheepish grin and your brow furrowed again. “What do you mean?”

Maya’s eyes softened for a moment before her face turned serious. She leaned in closer to your face, her hand still pressed to your cheek. You expected her to look up to see if anyone was coming, but she never did. Instead, as she leaned so close to you that you could feel her breath tickle your lips, she whispered, “I mean… that they know that I love you and I can’t live another second without you.” 

With that her lips pressed to yours ever so gently and your eyes fluttered closed as you enjoyed the feeling of the softness in Maya’s touch. 

“I love you too,” you whispered before feeling Maya’s lips press slightly more firm on your own. 

“Okay, lovebirds,” Travis’ voice broke your kiss and Maya pulled back slowly with a dazzling smile. “She just woke up. Let the girl rest first!”

“Come on,” Maya put her hands up in fake surrender. “You know I’ve been waiting to say that for a while!”

“Yeah,” Vic came in behind Travis with a cheeky smirk. “All it took was a burning building and a near death experience.”

“You better take good care of her,” Travis followed up, with a joking tone that held some seriousness to it. 

“You know that I will,” Maya looked back at you now as she spoke. “For as long as she’ll have me.”

And those words told you all you needed to know now. That Maya was willing to build something real with you. That she was yours and you were hers. That now, finally, after months of pining and denying each other, you could be together. This was the beginning of something you both wanted for so long, even if Maya was the one to hold you both back from the one thing each of you needed. 

She promised in that moment, as you nodded and gave her a genuine smile, that she wouldn’t deny herself again. She had wanted to be captain so long, she let it get in the way of other wants, other needs. She wanted you, needed you, to be hers. And now with you by her side, she could be both a good captain and build a fulfilling life. As she held your hand in her own she saw her future with you, one of success still, but one that also is filled with love. She couldn’t wait to indulge in every aspect that came with finally having you by her side.

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the camp fam, Soyona and the Handler going to a spa

(DISCLAIMER: this is based off the spa i went to recently! some spas may look different)

TW — light implied/referenced self harm scars (at the end of Kenji’s section)

i was going to do Mae, Dave and Roxie before i decided none of them are spa people lmao

Darius:

accidentally falls asleep in a hot room (luckily someone else found him and stopped him from getting literal heatstroke)

kinda just. follows Brooklynn around if they go together

likes swimming in the pool. he feels like a mosasaurs or some other kinda water dinosaur

can tolerate the heat but much prefers being in the mild waters

the spa i went to had this massive jet at the bottom of the pool and you could hang onto the edge of the pool with your hands and float like a dragon. Darius would love that

wears swim trunks with dinosaur footprints on them

Brooklynn:

absolute spa babe. she is so good at spas. goes in with the most gorgeous towel and bathrobe

very good heat tolerance. she could stay in the hot rooms for ages. plus the heat helps her chronic pain in her left arm (i love u spas as chronic pain treatment)

goes around everything

cc Brooklynn would start a lot of conversations with people but ct Brooklynn would be a bit more reserved

wears a bikini and glares at people who stare at her scars

Yaz:

used to see going to a spa as more of a functional thing, since the heat is very good for relaxing her muscles

after she stops her athletic career though she gets much better at just. enjoying the spa

she really enjoys the hot tub with Sammy

in fact she goes around everything with Sammy. they love sitting in the hot rooms, Yaz’s head on Sammy’s shoulder, enjoying each others’ company

likes the hot rooms with a floral scent

the water jets scare her. the others have to gently encourage her into it

if she’s with Kenji, she’ll do that mocking hand gesture (in camp cretaceous season 2 when he’s trying to convince her to relax) when they’re in the same room

wears pretty modest (but still super athletic) swimwear. too many people stared at her scars for her to want to wear a bikini

Sammy:

best heat tolerance out of everyone. she is Texan

chats with everyone when they’re sitting in the hot rooms and starts little word games

also makes silly noises and vocal stims in the rooms with a nice echo

Kenji:

absolutely ass heat tolerance. he melts within five (5) minutes. someone usually has to help him walk out of the hot rooms, if not lift him

this won’t stop him going to a spa at least once a month

mama Bowman makes someone go to the spa with him because she knows he’ll otherwise get heatstroke. he used to take Darius because he’s good company, but once he and Ben start dating, they go together. it’s a Thing for them

he doesn’t want to do any swimming. he’ll sit in the same place as long as the others will let him. he came here to relax, not exercise!

dubs everything “Kenji’s resting seat/bench/lounger etc”

wears normal, boring swim trunks and a swimming t shirt. he has quite a few scars he doesn’t want to show, iykwim

Ben:

very good heat tolerance, thank goodness, or Kenji and Ben would not enjoy spas as much as they do

starts rambling random, philosophical concepts out of nowhere in the hot rooms

Ben: “we’re all so afraid of dying, we never stop to wonder if we get rewarded at the end of our lives. maybe the religious people who fear what God has in store for them when they die don’t truly trust and believe in God. or maybe after we die, we just cease to exist...”

Kenji, half asleep against his shoulder who has been listening to this shit for twenty minutes: “that’s nice Benny boy”

finds it hard to relax, and worries a lot about Kenji getting dizzy, but Kenji tells him to relax

wears the most ugly fucking swim trunks you ever saw

Soyona:

loves the heat. it really relaxes her

has ridiculous heat tolerance. the sauna could be 120 degrees and she’s fine

will swim a bit with the Handler; she likes the exercise

wears a really low cut one piece (for her Handler)

Handler:

hates spas. does not like the heat. almost passes out, and Soyona has to half–drag half–lift her out of the sauna after five minutes

the only thing she does enjoy is the pool (at normal temperature)

she just swims up and down while Soyona does her thing

wears swim shorts and a pretty modest tankini; she does not like anything too revealing

[achillearrow]

Mizi thoughts again :

Do you understand how the fact that Mizi knew about Sua's plan and has gone with it because she knew Sua couldn't live without her explains so much and changes a lot of the meaning of some scenes before karma.

First, it explains her survivor guilt a lot better. It didn't just hit her when Till, Hyuna or Sua died, but it began even before the competition.

She felt guilty, sad and anxious about Sua's plan, but she still went with it. The thing with Mizi is that she doesn't seem to fear her own death much. She chose to participate in Alien Stage at a young age to escape her owner Shine, to have a chance to be free and to not be the one always hurt (to have control). She knows that she can die and be hurt in Alien stage but at first she thinks that at least it's only a possibility and with time at least even if she is hurt, she can also experience relationship where she is equal to the other.

So she feels guilty because she chose to be here and be close to Sua (with who she felt safe with from the start because Sua is weak and so is unable to hurt her) and now Sua's love for her is killing Sua. If Sua didn't love Mizi she would have a chance of survival. And Mizi also can't stop being close to Sua now, they are too codependent. Mizi feels bad because she knows that even if she loves Sua, Sua's death will not destroy her like her own would do to Sua.

But here the thing, even if Sua dies, that doesn't mean Mizi is saved. She can't be sure that she will win Alien Stage. And in her interview after the first round, she clearly said that she wants to die and go back to Sua's side. Mizi probably thought even before the start of the competition that she too would not survive. In my mind, she probably promised herself that she will try to win so Sua would not die in vain (reason why she still sings in the "ruler of my heart" round) but Mizi probbaly is not convinced that she could win.

Now do you remember the last frame of the mizisua video ? Mizi terrified expression ? This is the moment her guilt start to crush her. Because now that she is with the rebellion, she is pretty much assured that she will survive, that she will live the rest of her life without Sua. That in fact Sua's love saved her. That her death saved her.

During her time in the reballion the guilt was probably eating her alive. She was revisiting all her memory (the fact that she choose to be there, that she let Sua die for her, that she can live without Sua, that she still smiled and had happy memories in the Anakt garden) and started creating this new view of reality where she is the villain but she is not entirely consumed by guilt until all the person who ever loved her died. When Hyuna and Till die, it's the nail in the coffin. She is now sure that loving her always mean death and that she wanted this.

But why think it's her fault ? Because it's Mizi coping mechanism. I firmly believe that her guilt here confirms the idea that what Mizi craves the most is control over herself and what happens to her. We now know that it's why she joined the Alien Stage competition but also in the true face comic that's what she says to Sua when explaining what happened with the blond boy "it's probably something I did".

Putting the blaim on herself is her way to feel control over what happened to her, to empower herself and not feel helpless. If it's her fault, then she can do something about it. It also explains what she said to the boy who slapped her, "what did I do ?". And I also think that's why she said she manipulated everyone to love her. She noticed that people who she didn't love were attracted to her. She preferred to believe that she manipulated them to like her rather than be the passive victim of their attraction and their sacrifice.

It's also why her love for Sua even if it doesn't make her dependant of Sua's life, is so insanely deep. Because she lets Sua take control. She lets Sua construct the illusion they live in. She lets Sua decide that she will live. You can also see in Karma how Sua is the one who reaches for Mizi first in pretty much all their interactions.

In the "my fragile god…" comic, we see an unmoving and passive Sua below a dominating Mizi (this is how Mizi's guilt interpret their relationship after Wiege) but Karma shows the complete opposite.

It shows a Sua who reaches for Mizi first and doesn't want to let go. It shows a Mizi who is perplexed in front of Sua's immense love for her, but also reciprocate it in her own way by letting Sua decide, by letting Sua take her hand to strangle herself.

Furthermore, Karma also shows in the end that Mizi didn't stay completely passive either; that she didn't always stay blind in the paradise Sua built. She also came through the door, comforted Sua and stayed by her side, leaving behind her role of believer and Sua's role of god. In the end, they lived their false paradise together, but they also faced their horrible truth together.

In resume : mizi and mizisua make me insane :)

[bookshelf-in-progress]

The House-Maid's Story: A Sleeping Beauty Retelling

From a prompt by @thegreenleavesofspringinsunlight: Sleeping Beauty from the point-of-view of the second under-house maid who just started a few months ago.

Oh, no, mum, I ain't hardly never seen the princess. I've only been here two months, you know, and those fine folks don't care to see the likes of us. We're meant to be like rats or black beetles, housekeeper says, crawling about during the dark hours and scurrying back to the shadows when we hear a footstep 'round the corner. I've done my best to abide by it, for my mum does so need my wages.

But I did catch sight of the princess once or twice. Just from 'round the corner, mind, but it was more than I could have hoped for two months ago. She's powerfully pretty--I'd say she was like a picture, but I've never seen a picture to equal her, and I've dusted half a million here in this old castle. She's rather like her great-grandmother Beatrice, if Beatrice were a beauty. Aurelia's got the same red-gold hair, only with proper tamed-down curls, and she's got rather less mouth. All her features are kind of carved-down-like, so's she's like one of those great statues in the garden, only ever-so-much nicer, seeing as she's got color and life in her.

They say she's fairy-blessed, and I'm inclined to believe it. Now, don't laugh! If you saw the princess, you'd believe it, too. Beauty like that is hardly natural.

They say it happened at her christening. The king and queen invited three old ladies that some folks say as has fairy blood in them, and they each offered the princess a blessing, just as if it were hundreds of years ago. Those fine lords and ladies were inclined to laugh, but the king and queen got all solemn-like and let those ladies do just as they pleased. They used such pretty language to promise that the princess would be beautiful and sweet-tempered, and if you'd seen the princess, mum, you'd know that part at least came true.

Then just as the third of the ladies was about to speak, some old woman stands up in the back as was never invited. They say she was dressed head-to-toe in black, just as if she was in mourning! I ain't had much acquaintance with royalty, but even I know that's hardly proper to wear to the christening of a princess! She hobbled toward the king and queen, and then said she was of the same kind as those three ladies, and had just as much right to give a blessing to the princess.

It started well enough, saying how the princess would be kind and good and beloved by her people. But then the old woman said the princess would die on her sixteenth birthday. All she'd do was prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and she'd fall down stone-dead!

Old Frederick was captain of the guard then, and he swears up and down that the sky--which had been as bright and cloudless as could be--turned dark and stormy then. He says the king motioned for the guards to stop the woman, and though Frederick tried to grab his sword, he couldn't move a finger. All he could do was stand there like a post and watch while the woman doomed the little princess. I know folks say as Old Frederick's turned a little doddle-headed, but the way he tells it...it gave me the shivers, it did.

However it happened, that old lady was able to walk out of the palace without anyone laying a finger on her. The lords and ladies tried to laugh it off as some old woman's ravings, but the king was white as a sheet, and the queen and the little princess both cried their heads off.

Then the third of those first three old ladies--the one as hadn't had a chance to speak yet--said she could help. She said that when the princess touched the spindle on her sixteenth birthday, instead of dying, she'd fall asleep for a hundred years, and she'd be woken by the one man good enough to marry her.

Yes, it does seem strange! Most people don't credit it at all. Oh, they know what the old woman said, but it won't happen just because she said it. Even if she was stooped and wrinkled and walked with a cane shaped like a--oh, what was it Frederick said...?

Yes! A raven's head! It's almost as if you were there! I suppose you could have been, as old as you are. Oh, dear, not that I'm saying you're old, mum, but I dare say you know for yourself that you're hardly a dancing young slip of a thing anymore.

Ha ha, imagine me, telling you the whole story what you must have seen for yourself! You mustn't let me rattle on like that, mum.

Oh, that's very kind of you. But there's not so much to tell after that. Most everyone thinks there's nothing to worry about, and I can't say I think they're far wrong. After all, why would a great lady like Princess Aurelia have anything to do with the spinning? That's a job for the likes of us. Even if she did have a fancy to try it, the king took every spinning wheel out of the castle, and the princess isn't stepping off the grounds until after the party tonight. Even if there is something to what Frederick says--if you'd heard him, mum, you might get a little shivery, too--Princess Aurelia's just about as safe as can be. You can enjoy the birthday celebration.

It can't come soon enough for me. They've been running us ragged trying to get ready for it. That's why you're being shown to your room by the likes of the second under-house maid instead of a proper escort.

I must say, if the princess does fall asleep, I'll almost envy her. It doesn't seem fair that she'll get all that time to rest. I think the whole castle would like a hundred years of sleep.