#“It's unacceptable. How did they let him continue?” you are not alright

[lil-gingerbread-queen]

Not the fucking zionists saying Slimane (the French contestant for Eurovision) should have been kicked out after he stopped singing to speak about peace. (From the comments under a post showing his speech)

"It's a singing contest, he cannot speak about politics! LOVE ISRAEL!"

Why are you so afraid of an arabic man speaking about peace??? Why is it so unacceptable to you??? Do you feel threatened by an arabic man speaking about peace???

Also, they all seem to agree Israel should have win, like they should just have received the first place without actually competing, because they are poor babies at war and the other contestants suck (they have shown being with Palestine or against Israel a little bit). So, no politics, you cannot speak of peace, but Israel should win because of politics???

[requiemforthepoets]

overcooked 𖦹 LN4

PAIRINGS: lando norris x female!reader

SUMMARY: play overcooked they said, it’ll be fun they said.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i just can’t help write about the idea lando playing overcooked, so i did. hope you’ll enjoy this! :)

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 1k

WARNINGS: typos and ferrari strategy meme

Lando’s twitch stream was in full swing, and the chat was buzzing as you settled beside him, controller in hand.

“Alright, babe, let’s see how well we work together,” Lando teased, flashing you that signature grin. You rolled your eyes, already sensing that this game of overcooked might be more than what you bargained for.

You both dove into the first level, the kitchen chaos unfolding on the screen as you both tried to chop, cook, and serve orders with as much coordination as two people shared a life, but perhaps not a kitchen.

“Lando, the onions! You missed the onions!” You shouted, pointing at the screen as the virtual kitchen teetered on the brink of disaster.

“Relax, I’ve got this!” Lando replied, but his character was already running into walls, the pot burning on the stove. You could feel the frustration bubbling up, your competitive nature kicking into high gear.

You took charge of the kitchen, barking orders like a seasoned chef, while Lando scrambled to keep up. “Chop the onions faster, Lando!” You yelled as the kitchen timer ticked down. Lando, flustered, accidentally tossed the onions into the trash instead of the pot.

“Oops,” he said, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Oops?” You shot back, incredulous. “Lando, we’re running a restaurant, not a garbage disposal service!” The twitch chat exploded with laughter, and Lando couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of trying to manage orders, avoid fires, and stop Lando from accidentally throwing perfectly good ingredients into the trash, you both managed to complete the level. The result? Two stars. You stared at the screen, eyes narrowing.

“Unacceptable.” You muttered, “this is unacceptable!” You declared, your voice suddenly dropping into a perfect Gordon Ramsay impression.

“Oh look, baby we got two stars! That’s not bad!” Lando said excitedly as he pointed on the screen.

“Not that bad? Are you kidding me, Lando?” You snapped, fully embodying the spirit of Gordon Ramsay. “We were all over the place! No communcation, no strategy. Honestly, what was that—your best effort? Do you want to serve that to people? Do you?!”

Your sudden intensity caught Lando off guard, but before he could say anything, you were now pacing back and forth in front of him. But before he could say anything, you were off on a tirade, launching into an elaborate explanation of your strategy. You gestured wildly, pointing at the screen, completely absorbed in your monologue.

“Okay, listen. First, you need to stay on your side of the kitchen. I’ll handle the chopping and the prep work—because clearly, you’re incapable of doing both without setting something on fire. We need to streamline the workflow. I’ll chop, you’ll cook, and we both plate. But!” You pointed at him, your expression deadly serious, “no more improvisation. We need to stick to the plan. No more running around like a headless chicken.“

Lando blinked and nodded at you, clearly taken aback by your sudden switch into full-on chef mode. He opened his mouth to respond but then quickly shut it, his eyes darting between you and the camera that was still live streaming every second of your tirade. The chat was exploding with messages, his fans throughly entertained by your unintentional transformation into a culinary dictator, and Lando knows better than to interrupt you when you’re in the zone.

“And another thing,” you continued, pointing to the screen like you were delivering the world’s most important TED talk. “Timing and synchronization is crucial. We need to strategize and work like a well-oiled machine, not a circus act, okay? I handle the chopping, you’ll cook, and we both plate. We’ll divide and conquer!”

The chat exploded, the fans losing it as she continued, hands flying everywhere in wild gestures. Meanwhile, Lando was trying his hardest not to crack up, the corners of his mouth twitching as he watched her go on.

“Babe…baby,” Lando finally managed to interject, struggling to keep a straight face. “You realize we’re live, right?”

You froze, eyes widening as you remembered the twitch stream, the hundred of his fans who had just witnessed your unhinged rant. Slowly, you turned to the camera, a sheepish grin spreading across your face.

“Oh…hi, chat,” you said, your voice suddenly much softer, the intensity draining from your expression. “I’m sorry for that. That was not very demure, very cutesy, and very mindful of me.”

Lando burst out laughing, nearly doubling over as he clutched his stomach. “I think you’ve been watching too much Hell’s Kitchen, love. Gordon Ramsay has become your new personality,” he teased, pulling you back down and sat you on his lap. You groaned, burying your face on his neck, as he put an arm around your waist, but even you couldn’t help laugh at yourself.

“Come on, let’s get you that three stars.” Lando said as he chuckled again. You settled down beside him and gave you a kiss on your temple.

The rest of the stream was just as chaotic as when you both started playing the game, filled with rage, frustration, and hilarious uncoordination. Orders were still missed, pots were still burning, and Lando’s character even managed to fall off the kitchen at one point, but you were both too busy laughing to care. By the end of the game, you hadn’t earned a single three-star rating that you had intentionally wanted, but the stream had been a massive hit, and the chat was flooded with memes of your intense strategy session.

As Lando ended the stream, he leaned over and kissed you on the lips, still chuckling. “We may not be the best team in overcooked, but I think we’re the most entertaining,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile played on your lips as you rested your head ok his shoulder. “Yeah, well, next time we’re getting three stars. I don’t care how long it takes.”

“Deal.” lando replied, wrapping an arm around you as you both relaxed, your own competitive sprit finally at peace—for now. “And can I say, it really turned me on when you started yapping.” His eyes wiggling, suggesting something that you knew fully well as you slapped him playfully on the chest.

“Oh shut up you.” You both laughed.

The kitchen might have been a disaster, but at least your relationship had survived the heat—well, barely.

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₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄… | xiao, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

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[ A coy thing, you are, daring to lie to them about your wellbeing. ]

— "I'm alright."

A scoff leaves XIAO's lips at your swift words, his mouth curling into a sneer, one absent of a smirk. His arms crossed over his chest, dark shadows cast over his eyes. "Come again?"

His glare was intense - dangerous, its malice not directed towards you, but instead to whatever had made you like... this. You could shield your form from his piercing gaze all you wanted. It'd do nothing to deter him. The knowledge he held of your character, the way your voice gave the slightest tremor, and the way your eyes slipped from his own... he let out a noise of annoyance.

"As I said, Xiao. I'm fine."

You were't a good liar. At least, from his knowing view. Unacceptable. His lashes fluttered as his eyes narrowed. Was he not reliable enough for the truth? Why was it that you'd refuse his assistance while you were clearly suffering?

"No." His voice was decisive, cold, but not in the manner of harsh, unforgiving ice, but the morning frost that bloomed on the dewy stalks of riverside reeds. "You aren't."

He felt your gaze pause at his lips, yet did not rise to meet his own. Your own mouth quivered, just the slightest, and you downcast eyes that glistened flicked their attention to the ground. "Xiao, I..."

You voice trails off. There's no need to say more. For you stood, enveloped in the adeptus' rare embrace, his pale skin cool, yet sparking an unquenchable warmth within your chest.

"If you aren't okay, that's okay. I'll just have to hold you in my arms, until you are." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

A laugh escapes CHILDE's parted lips, a rather empty sound that resounded in your silence. It continues for a couple brief moments. "Ah, you're kidding, right?" He breaks into a smile that fades at the lack of your response. "Right?"

"Why would I be kidding?" You sighed, trying to sound as exasperated as possible. "I'm serious, Childe. I said I was fine." His gaze bore into you, to the point where you could feel your body smolder under his eyes. You shouldn't look at him now. Pursing your lips, you strengthened your resolve, but a moment of weakness upon hearing his shallow laughter was all it took to glance upwards. To meet his gaze.

A grave mistake, you had just unwittingly committed.

Before you could turn your head away, Childe's hand's caught you, one of them grabbing onto your chin and forcing your head to stay in place. "Say," his voice was low, quiet. A telltale sign of the anger that simmered underneath. "When did you get the notion that you'd be allowed to lie to me, and then get away with it scot-free, huh?"

The moment he had met your fleeting gaze, eyes locked onto yours, your verdict had been decided. Guilty. "Childe, it wasn't that I..."

"Oh, is it something you can't tell me, then?" His voice was softer now, but not in a threatening way, eyes melting with concern. Yes as much as he'd love to get at whatever - or whoever had made you so upset, he had a higher task of importance as of now. And that was to comfort the person before him, tentative under his touch. He slowly released his hold on your chin, instead giving your hair a ruffle that caused your locks to fly in disarray. "If so, then I won't push you anymore."

"I've... I've just had a really long day and-"

Your words lost their sound as instead, warmth replaced the quiet. Childe held you in his arms, delicately, like you were made of porcelain, and the slightest touch would shatter you. For someone as brash as him, to now stay silent, letting you let out all the world's concerns in his embrace...

"I won't say anything, alright? Just let it all out, and I'll listen." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

At first, SCARAMOUCHE almost looks offended at your words. His brows are furrowed, and his eyes are drawn into a scowl. "What, care to repeat that? It's funny how you think you're fooling anyone."

It takes a moment to find your voice again, with how intense his eyes stare into you - indigo, flashing with electro power. Mesmerizing, dangerous, lethal if you drew too close. It didn't matter you supposed, you had already been in his reach for far longer than you cared to admit, and you had yet to be burnt away. "...I'm alright, nothing happened."

This time, your answer drew a startling laugh that bubbled from deep within him, a carnal yet almost melodious sound that flowed like water and blazed like flames. "Ah, that's funny. You've been hanging around the other Fatui, haven't you?" His gaze narrowed in distaste. "Disgusting, all of them. And from the likes of it, you've been picking up some nasty habits as well. Speaking nothing but the truth to me should be a given, yet you're saying such things without the slightest guilty conscience... I couldn't help but laugh!"

Guilty conscience my ass. Of course it took something out of you to lie to your.. lover. Yes, despite it all, Scaramouche was the one you were joined hands with - even in the male didn't act like it. Or perhaps he did, in a world of his own masked away in a guise behind a guise. His spark just drew you closer.

"Scara, you wouldn't understand...!" Don't get aggravated, keep your voice composed, steady. "It's... it's something personal, alright? I just.. I just don't want to talk about it right now. Give me time, please."

Please? His maniacal expression dimmed as he paused, just a brief moment. He hadn't hurt you, had he? No, you knew him well, well enough to know that that was just the person he was, didn't you? "...So it was like that?" He tried to hide his apologetic expression with a hand over the lower half of his face, but his eyes glistened regardless.

"Ah, just forget about it. If you're hurting, then... Come here, all right? I'll humor you, just for tonight." ₊˚ෆ

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

The Love of an Older Brother (Hotchner Family)

Description: Aaron gets a phone call on a case. Both of his children seem to have gotten into an altercation at school.

Warnings: Bullying, blood, bruises, beaten up off screen, off screen violence, transphobia.

"Jack, what happened?" Aaron furrowed his eyebrows as he took in the sight of the seventeen year old. His clothes were covered in mud, blood smeared under his nose, and a bruise was beginning to form on his cheek. Aaron's eyes flicked to Jack's hands, knuckles bloodied. You sat next to Jack, almost curled into your older brother's side with your knees pulled close to your chest, your head was angled down, but from what Aaron could see, your lip was beginning to swell and your cheek was a deep red. Jack was only two years older than you, but he had always been protective over you - this only seemed to heighten when you came out as transgender last year.

Jack shrugged at the question, "Not much." He answered vaguely.

"Jack, I need you to tell me what happened." At the stern tone, Jack turned to you - heart clenching when he was your eyes were red, dried tears down your cheek, your lip was beginning to swell but at least it had stopped bleeding, and your cheek was beginning to bruise too. You gave a small nod.

"They deserved it, dad," Jack began, "They've been picking on (Y/N) since he came out - misgendering, deadnaming, using slurs, saying everything they could think to try and hurt his feelings."

You gulp, looking down at your hands when Aaron turns his gaze to you. "They never hit him," Jack continued, "Not that he's told me anyway. But they did today and I saw and I lost it."

"(Y/N)?" You look up at your dad, "Have they hit you before?"

You let your eyes flick back to your hands as you give a small shrug at the question. You really didn't want to answer that.

"(Y/N)?" Jack's voice is uncertain and coated with worry.

"Only a few times," You mumble, "And it was never anything serious,"

Aaron sighed heavily, dragging his hand over his face. "How old are they?"

"They're my grade," Jack said, clenching his jaw. "They're seventeen, what was I supposed to do, Dad, ignore it?"

"I didn't say that," Your dad responds. "(Y/N), did you try and tell anyone?"

You swallowed slightly, "I told my history teacher," You muttered.

"What did she say?"

"That it was a part of growing up," You shrugged, watching as both your dad and your brother clench their jaw angrily.

"That's bullshit!" Jack exclaims.

"I agree. But, language." Hotch gives a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Alright, come on."

"Where are we going?" You ask quietly.

"I want to speak to your principal," He says. "The fact that this has been going on for so long is unacceptable."

"Dad-"

"Don't argue with it." Aaron says, you sigh, knowing nothing you could say would change his mind.

"Fine."

[absolutewhore101]

Sad Beautiful Tragic - Chapter 7

A/N: make sure you don't miss chapter 6!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Listen to 'Sad Beautiful Tragic' by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Stage 4 - depression (continued)

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter 6 / Chapter 8

MINORS DNI

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“Are they still talking about me?” You asked Tommy. 

He shook his head. 

“I had a talk with the, uh, problem. Everybody shut up pretty quickly after that.” He told you.

You nodded. 

“‘Sides, there's some new folks in town that’s got everyone's attention.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. 

“How long ago did they get here?” You asked, trying to determine if they’d possibly heard about you yet. 

“Two days. Still settling in.” He responded. 

On the bright side, they probably had no idea who you were. Thankfully. 

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, any residual tension fleeing the room. 

“I really am thankful that you’re here.” You spoke. 

Tommy turned to face you, regret filling his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything for a while. ‘Spose I can’t be too surprised you wanted nothing to do with me for damn near a month.” He chuckled. 

You smiled, grateful that you still had some kind of a friend in this whole shitshow. 

“It wasn’t just you. I mean, you were definitely one of the reasons I shut myself inside for so long, but it wasn’t just you. It was everything. Joel, Carly, everyone in town… People I used to call friends and family were celebrating Joel like he hadn’t ripped my heart out.”

Tommy nodded, eyes trained on you.

“I just- I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to. I never thought that there’d be a world where it wasn’t me and Joel. It was always supposed to be us. He was the love of my life, maybe even still is.” You trailed off, picking at lint on your shirt. 

“I get it.” He said. “The shit that the two of you went through to get here… Hell, I thought it’d be two of you ‘til the apocalypse finally took the world.”

You smiled sadly at him. “But it won’t be.”

Tommy shook his head. 

“And I know I sound like an ass saying it, but maybe that’s for the best.”

The words shook you to your core. But you knew he was right. If Joel could do this to you, what else would he have done?

“No, you’re right. It just fucking hurts to hear. But I don’t get it. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me?”

It sounded to yourself like you were begging, even if you knew Tommy couldn’t do anything to help you. 

Tommy shook his head, unsure of how to comfort you right now. 

“Look, I came here for a reason. I want to apologize.” Tommy paused, trying to find the words to articulate how he was feeling. “The way I treated you - even if it wasn’t outright - was unacceptable. I guess I just couldn’t believe that Joel would do that to you, either. But that ain’t an excuse. I shoulda told you the second I knew something was goin’ on. You didn’t deserve that.”

You nodded your head, giving Tommy a small smile. 

“Thank you, Tommy. I appreciate that, truly.”

Tommy nodded back at you. “Well, I should probably get going. Jus’ wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You watched him stand, waving goodbye as he walked out the door. 

Your body was suddenly filled with energy, taken over by the need to do something. You decided that cleaning was exactly what you needed. 

You started in the living room, straightening the furniture and dusting every surface you came across. 

The entire house was spotless by the time the sun came up, and you were in desperate need of a shower. 

You took your time, letting the hot water run down your back, knowing that you didn’t need to save any for Joel anymore. Tears almost leaked out of your eyes, but you let the shower hit your face, washing them away. 

You walked into your bedroom, looking at Joel’s side of the room that you’d refused to clean. You decided it was finally time to tackle it. 

You picked up any of Joel’s clothes that he’d left behind and shoved them into the closet, thinking about when you could return them to their rightful owner. 

The bed was made and the side table dusted, and then you decided it was probably time to clean it out. 

You went through the top drawer, cleaning out bullets, knives, and other odd bits Joel kept by his side at night. You scoffed at the drawing you’d done for him just a few months before you made it to Jackson. It was a poor rendering of Joel sleeping against a tree, but he’d thought it was the greatest piece of art that’d ever graced the Earth. 

You threw it away without a second thought. 

The second drawer held nothing but another piece of paper, addressed to you. 

Your heart stopped at the sight of it, unsure if you were ready to read its contents.

Y/N,

I’m sorry. I know by the time you read this that I’m gone. And I just want you to know that I didn’t think this would ever happen. That I’d fall out of love for you. And I wish I could sit here and say it was your fault, but it wasn’t. Not even a little bit. You were perfect. Are perfect. We just don’t fit together anymore. Not like we used to. The kindness you showed me, the love you treated me with - I could never thank you enough for that. The months that we spent together were some of the best of my life, and I’ll never forget them, or you. You were probably the love of my life, and I would’ve asked you to marry me if it wasn’t for Carly. I can’t even say that she’s better than you, because she ain’t. But when things with us started getting hard, things with her got easy. And easy was what I wanted. Suppose I could’ve talked to you about it instead of doing what I did, but here we are. I’m sorry, darling. I never wanted us to end. 

Joel

Tears were streaming down your face, and sobs were breaking out of your throat. 

Words only meant so much when they were so late. If he would’ve talked to you about it like he’d mentioned, maybe you’d still have him. 

But how long would you sit here, waiting for yourself to realize that you deserve better? Would it be longer than your wait for him to come back for you?

You thought about the dreams you’d had recently, meeting him in warm conversation in the only bar in Jackson, hands entwined over the table. 

But you’d always wake up alone, in a different bed than the man you once loved. 

And time had never taken longer to take the memory of something. There were things from just a few months ago you couldn’t recall anymore, like the way his eyes shone as he looked at you, or the way his face lit up as he watched you walk into the bedroom every night. 

But time was taking its sweet time erasing the memory of him completely. Of the things that he’d done, the things he was still doing. 

It was like he was haunting you, even if he wasn’t truly dead. You were stuck in the remains of a relationship that you’d watched crumble in your hands. 

Your chest started constricting, pain filling your entire body as the heartbreak finally made itself known. 

A scream broke out of you, echoing off the walls and bouncing back into your ears. 

The front door burst open, loud footsteps coming up the stairs drawing your eyes towards the door. 

Part of you hoped it was Joel, but all of you knew that it wasn’t. 

When the door to your bedroom opened, it was Tommy standing there, chest heaving with the exertion of running up the stairs. 

“What happened?” He asked, taking in your heaving sobs as you laid crumpled on the floor. 

You just shook your head, willing yourself to get it together, but it was no use. 

You had finally broken.

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[Part Two]

He fucked up. He fucked up pretty bad. He never should've let his thoughts get the best of him. Fuck.

He was currently waiting for exfil. His body leaned back against the outside wall of the front porch at the safehouse. A bullet stuck deep in his thigh as a frantic Price attended to his wound, and Ghost kept watch just in the case of anything.

"You alright, mate?" His captain asked. He was too focused on  helping out with his wound, but there was a certain tension surrounding him. As if he was trying his complete best to remain calm.

Ghost was the same but more subtle. He was standing right next to him, eyes roaming the area but would look back at them every once in a while. His jaw was tensed, shoulders upright, and his hands seemed to fight over an urge.

Gaz knew what was going on. Price was keeping himself from scolding him and Ghost  from fussing over him. And it was as if his thoughts summoned just that to happen.

"Yes, sir." The sergeant replied through a small groan. Which was the cause for what happened next.

"Next time, don't be so bloody daft, sergeant." Price's voice sounded very angry. His eyes were practically burning with a deep fire.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Shut it. How can you be so irresponsible over this, Garrick?" Ghost said with equal anger. His hands were clenched at his sides  now.

Gaz closed his eyes to try and take a deep breath before everything went any further.

"I know it was my mistake. Won't happen again, Lieutenant Ghost." He replied while opening his eyes. The sign of a breakdown was slowly creeping in.

"Do this again, and I will have to keep you away from future missions, Kyle." Price said afterward. It was the first time he's ever used his name in this manner or under these circumstances.

That made his heart  break. It hurt even more than he thought. But what Ghost said next is what finally did it.

"I won't work with you either, Garrick."

Gaz had enough. That's when he broke and everything came through like a broken dam.

"Yeah, you wish to be working with Soap, huh? I get it. You know, I often wish it was me who died instead of him because I can easily see how much y'all hate it that he's not here. Perhaps me being gone instead of him would've been better." He said lowly, looking down at his lap in deep hurt as tears began rolling down his cheeks.

Price and Ghost froze once Gaz's words cut through the air. Their eyes were now wide, expression shell shocked as they watched how their sergeant broke down completely in front of them.

The tension grew thicker and thicker by the second. Gaz continued to let everything out and his mind was going blank at this point. He never thought he'd be in a situation where he'll feel unwanted and unappreciated. It hurt. Very much.

"Kyle. That's no-"

"Stop lying to me! I see it every time I'm around! You ignore me. You avoid me. You see me with some kind of hatred for being the only sergeant alive! I just KNOW you wish he was here instead of me. I JUST KNOW!" His voice filled such exasperation as well. The way both of them have been treating him was completely unacceptable.

Price and Ghost didn't know what to do. Gaz was spiraling out of control, and it was very heartbreaking to witness. They felt guilty for ever neglecting their sergeant to a certain extent that led  him to break.

Shame and guilt overcame them in strong waves. They had been blinded by their own grief  to notice. Far too unaware of how they've treated Gaz along the way. How could they treat him like this?

The unstopping sobs escaping the sergeant were absolutely heartwrenching. And to everyone's shock, Ghost was the one who went forward to envelope Gaz in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." The lieutenant whispered into his ear. His voice broke just the tiniest bit at the end. He felt like complete trash.

Gaz only sobbed harder.

[berrieluv]

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so i had a dream and i had to write it. CW. Overstimulation, non-con, dub-con, self word non stablished, innocent reader, dark!spider man, perv!peter parker, creampie, oral sex (male and female), fingering, masturbating (male), sir kink, public sex, exhibitionist kink, multiple orgasms. let me know if i missed one.

Peter always thought he liked Gwen Stacy. It was only fair, it was right, it felt right. She was smart, pretty and charismatic, she always seemed to understand him and she was a strong, independent woman.

But just when he was thinking on asking her out, on start working, building the friendship into something else, he met you, and you were the prettiest little thing he has ever seen, and wanting you just felt right, even more than wanting Gwen.

Thought the feeling was different, he knew he loved Gwen, she was his best friend, and being by her side, in any situation, made the universe's path seem correct. But he wanted you, he wanted you like he has never want someone, it burned his skin and it didn't allow him to sleep at nights.

"Umh, hello?" You said, a sunday night while walking outside the store, Peter knew you saw him, at least Spider-Man, he was standing close to the alley and that was the first time he saw you. "Are you going to hurt me?"

You questioned, far too innocent fom the city of Brooklyn wickedness, he wanted to, you seemed too pure, too cute for the darkness of the night and he wanted to bruise your skin, put you against the wall and make you beg for him to stop.

As soon as that thought invaded his mind, he thought how many more could think of that, and he felt the need to protect you, at least from others.

He and Gwen befriended you, your faculty was near to Gwen's and you crossed paths when you almost throw her final project. You couldn't stop apologizing, wanting to get smaller and disappear, but Gwen just smiled at you and invited you for lunch, as she thought you were incredibly cute as well.

"Peter, this is my new friend... Y/N" the blonde girl smiled, and Peter could swear he might die from the cute smile and the little wave you used to greet him.

"Hi" He said "I'm Peter Parker"

As time passed by, you became close with both of them, and one afternoon you said, out of the blue, gaining concerned looks from Gwen and embarrassment took over Peter's body when she looked at him.

"This boy has been follow me lately" You started, 'lately' meaning since you moved to Brooklyn "He wears a red and blue suit, I think I've seen him on the news but..." you stopped "I don't think it's him because he's supposed to be a hero, a friendly person, and the boy following me scares me"

You continue eating, as if what you said wasn't concerning, as if it happened every day; "Peter..." Gwen said, between her teeth.

"Maybe there's two of them" He said, his hands sweating at Gwen's deep stare "The good one and an impostor"

That made sense, at least for you, but Gwen knew better.

"I should ask the good one for help, to take the bad one away" You said, and then you opened your eyes, as if what you just said was unacceptable "Not in a bad way" You pout "I just don't want him following me"

Where did Peter got someone to dress as Spider-Man so he could 'fight' him and pretend he saved you wasn't what was concerning, which was even more unbelievable was your ability to believe everything people would say to you.

"You alright, sweetheart?" Spider-Man asked you once the other ran away "Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head and look at Spider-Man with big doe eyes, thanking him with the sparkles in your eyes and trying to catch your breath.

"Good" He continued "Now... How're you gonna repay me?"

It came out too mischievous, too perverted for anyone's liking but you, he did something for you, the least you could do was paying for his actions.

"I– I don't know, sir" You started, tears assuming through your eyes because your pockets were empty and you were just carrying your daddy's credit card "I don't have money on me but I promise you, mr. Spider-Man, I would pay you as soon as I have cash on me, I'll– I'll even pay interests"

You rambled and Peter chuckled, finding you ridiculously cute.

"Princess... no, I don't ask for money"

"No?" He shakes his head "Then...?"

"Last time, an old woman gave me a chocolate pie"

"But I don't bake" You pouted, and his hand traveled to your chin, caressing your lower lip with his thumb and you felt shivers traveling down your spine. "Sir?"

"Yeah" He breathed "I like sir, call me that, princess" You frown, not understanding. "I'm gonna go easy on you, alright?" You nod "Just because you're so pretty" He continues, and you blush, his hand goes to his mask and lifts it a little, enough to show his lips, and even thought they seemed familiar for you, you didn't give it a second thought, most people looked alike in New York. "Gonna kiss you"

And you panic, because you've never kiss someone before, you swallowed your lips and he looked at you, or at least you thought for how he moved his head, the white eyes of the mask going from your lips to your eyes.

"I've never kiss someone" You let out, and you don't know why you felt suddenly ashamed.

"No one has ever touch those lips" You shake your head, lips inside your mouth again "Well, today's your lucky day, princess. Who better than your hero"

And you knew he was right, something told you he was making a point. A kiss should be shared between people who love, who care for each other, and if Spider-Man took the time to save you, took the time to still be here, to wait until your body stopped shaking, it was because he cared for you.

"You love me?" You asked, looking at his pretty puffy lips, pink and small, you smiled.

"Yeah" He said, not thinking it twice, chuckling. Maybe he didn't love you, love you, not like he loves Gwen, not like he loves but may, but he loved the way your body looked tiny next to him, he loved the idea of how gigantic his cock would look once he puts it against your cunt. So yes, he loved you too. "How could I not? You're so pretty"

Peter was waiting for you to say something, in reality he just wanted to act, he wanted to take you right there, rip your clothes off in the middle of the night, knowing the cold October breeze would invade your body, but it didn't matter, because he was gonna fuck you so hard, you would get warm with his horny body. For a minute, consent started to feel overrated, just a factor made to lose time.

He finally kiss you, taking your silent as a clue to do so, knowing you were too shy to say 'yes', too shy to let him know you wanted that too. He must as well just fuck you straight away since you would never verbally allow him to. Too timid, too innocent to even know what sex what, or at least he got turned on by that thought.

His lips smashed against yours, he wetted your lower lip, biting it when he was about to pull away, suddenly deciding it wasn't enough. He needed to be inside of you one way or another, so when you gasped at the bit, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, causing your eyes to open and your hands travel to his chest, pulling him away or at least trying to do such thing.

His hand went to your neck and hold it a bit tight, closing his fist more every time you tried to pull away, a few seconds after, tears were asking your eyes to let them go and you were whimpering, crying, for Spider-Man to stop.

"You' alright there, doll?" He asked, pulling away and taking your hand in his, looking at your teary eyes and your red neck "What's wrong?"

"Couldn't breathe" You say in a thin, broken voice "Wanted to stop but you wouldn't let me"

"Oh!" He faked worry "I'm so sorry, doll, you just looked so pretty I couldn't stop myself" And it was like he knew he would get away with everything just with that nickname, you're favorite word, it sounded so good coming from his lips, so honest and soft, so pretty. "Are you mad?"

You shake your head and look at him, putting your hands back in your neck, not knowing why your pussy was tickling. Not knowing if it was right how much you liked it.

"No, sir" You answered with a small smile, cleaning your skirt and looking at him again "Thank you"

"I don't think that bad, mean man would bother you again, doll. Might stick around sometimes to take care of you, alright? Don't get scare" He smiles, but you can't see it "Doll, don't tell anyone, right? Everyone would want to kiss Spider-Man and I can't go kissing every girl I save, can I?" You shake your head "Not when I have you"

You nod with a smile and walk out of the alley, Peter's eyes glued to your back, making sure you get back home safely.

★

You start the next morning feeling new. You shared your first kiss with none other than Brooklyn superhero, and he speeded the whole kiss reminding you how pretty you were.

You arrived school with a smile, the world seemed pink and for some reason any problem could bother you. Gwen complimented your sudden radiation of happiness;

"Nor that you didn't look happy, you always look happy..." she started "But you look radiant today"

Peter just nodded, as if he didn't know, but the thing was, you liked the kiss, and he felt happy for that.

There was a party that weekend, you wanted to attend and meet new people, the event which usually would pass by the two of them, was attended.

Gwen wouldn't let go of your hand, always thinking if she drops it you would get lost. And in Gwen's mind, you loosing them in the crowded club was the worst think that could happened to the United Stated of America.

"Peter, what's wrong with you?" Gwen asked, turning to see him and then at you, examining your face for any sign that you wanted to leave "You're awfully quiet"

Peter chucked, nervously "Parties are not my thing" He shrugged.

"Yeah, I know, but Y/N's having a good time" She turned around to see you, still holding your hand, trying to get away, inside the crowd of people dancing. "That's good"

Peter nodded, and his eyes couldn't help but travel to your ass, your skirt seemed to get shorter today, your graphic shirt tighter and you were wearing leather boots instead of the usual snickers.

How could he act nonchalantly when he couldn't stop thinking about you, about putting your skirt up and fucking you in any surface he could find. He would even take you right there if he had the chance.

★

"Peter I lost, Y/N" Gwen arrived next to him, panicking "She was standing next to me then I went for drinks and then she was gone"

"What do you mean you lost her?" He says, looking at the blonde girl "Like a child?" She nods "Alright, let's look for her. Take a look around the club I'll see outside"

Gwen nodded and walked away from Peter, Peter, who saw you walking through the back door a few seconds before, who saw you hugging his jacket trying to warm your body.

Peter who left through the front door, taking advantage of the darkness to start taking his clothes off and pulling his mask on his face. Peter who was about to rail you on the club's parking lot.

Would you like him to fuck you? And more important, would you want him to fuck you?

It was echoing his mind, but it was far too late now, he knew your opinion couldn't import less, he needed it.

"Sir?"

You called when you distinguished the red and blue suit. He nods, walking close to you.

"What're you doing by your own here, doll?" He asks, caressing your cheek and smiling at how you pressed your face against his palm "It's dangerous"

"Inside felt weird" You said, opening your eyes and looking at him "I wanted some air"

He nods and without you noticing he sends a web to the door. Starting to breath heavy, pulling his mask up with desperation and taking your face more aggressive than the last time. You try to protests, but your words are shouted by a surprised gasp when he puts you on top of the nearest car and his hands make their way down your skirt, without leaving your lips.

You try to fight back but his hold gets tighter, his hand moves faster through the fabric of your panties and he stops his touch to pull up your shirt, your bare chest on display for him and you start to complain when he leaves your lips to put your breast inside his mouth.

"Sir?" You asked, scared "What're you doing?"

But he didn't answer, just pulls your arm, making you bend over the car, your cheek against the cold white metal of the Mercedes and letting out a gasp by the froze sensation traveling through the skin of your sensitive titties.

"Please, no"

You cry when your ass is exposed, your skirt pulled up and Peter big hands touching you, putting your underwear aside and kissing your inner thighs.

"Don't fight it, bunny" He says softly, as if what he was doing was right "I'm making you feel good, don't you want that?"

And yes, you wanted, but this didn't feel right. It made you feel dirty, it made you feel so bad it was almost good.

"Your pretty pussy's all wet for me, darling. Doesn't it feel good?" He whispers "You know what pussy is?"

You nod, because you weren't that oblivious, what you didn't know was why it started to feel wet.

Peter licks his fingers and pass them through your folds, making you quiver and cry, it hurts when he puts his finger inside, your walls stretching the two long and slim fingers and his cock hardens at the thought, because if his scrawny fingers felt like that, how would his cock feel.

"You're pussy's so tight, bunny. Fuck it feels too good"

He starts to move fasters, your cries are beginning yo mix with moans and your whispered 'stop's' doesn't seem to register through Peter's ears, ignoring how violently your body starts shaking and how you seem out of breath.

He kneels to kiss your cunt, his tongue making its way through your folds and his hand grabbing your ass. He takes off the Spider-Man suit as fast as he can and frees his cock, starting to stroke his cock with his fingers inside of you.

"Do you like how Spider-Man makes you feel, baby?"

"Stop, sir, please. S'not right" You cry.

"But it is, baby. It's just right, it's what people who love each other do, didn't you say you loved me?" He pouts, and you catch a glimpse of his lips quivering; "Were you lying?"

You shake your hand, tears leaving your eyes because it felt wrong and you made Spider-Man sad.

"Love you" You moan, trying to make him feel better.

"Oh, baby" He moans, taking his cock and spanking your ass with it "Love you more"

He wanted to be careful, the thought was present on him since before he got out of the club, but he was so horny, he needed to put it inside of you right away, so he did, ignoring your hurtful cries and how you tried to climb on the car to get away from him.

He took your hips, thrusting deeper into you, slowly, because he wasn't a monster after all.

"Hurts, sir"

You cry, and he feels his cock harden, the look of your teary eyes, mascara streaming down your face and hands in your back. He cummed inside once, the first of the night he thought, and you felt a sudden peace when his warm cum traveled your walls.

"Sir?"

"That's my cum, doll" He starts, taking your body and flipping you, lowering his face to your cunt and smiling at how the white sticky fluid was trying to scape your pussy "S' like medics" He continued "Gonna make you feel better, alright?"

And you, full of ignorance, nod, exhaling and maintaining your back up with your hands. Peter starts to lick your folds again, wildly, like he was starving, he dingers it, moving his hand like an expert and sucking your clit, making you squirm uncontrollably, looking at him with mouth open, moaning, crying, because you don't know what it's happening to your body and if what you felt was right or wrong.

It feel... strange, your stomach was tickling and you didn't know why or how but something made you feel like you wanted, no, needed, more.

Your legs hug Peter's head and he smiles, taking your tights and deepening his tongue inside of you, you throw back your head and Peters pulls away, starting to finger you fast, making you feel exactly what you needed.

"Sir..." You say, in a whisper, almost in a moan "Feels weird"

And he smiles without stopping his fingers, holding your legs open every time you wanted to close them, "How weird, bunny?"

"Wanna pee"

You cry in embarrassment and plead for him to let you go to the bathroom, gaining a 'no' every time you asked him to stop. He doesn't think about it twice when he feels you cumming, a scandalous moan leaving your lips that made you almost feel ashamed, but you didn't even knew what a moan was, or how it should sound.

Peter opens your legs and slicks his –again– hard cock inside of you, feeling the cold breeze between you both and if it wasn't because Peter Parker was your friend, he would've take the mask off right there. His cock in thrusting into you while his fingers are circling your clit, you hug his torso with your legs and let your back collapse into the car, opening them like a reflex.

Peter takes his cock out and kisses your swollen pussy once more, fingering you now with three fingers, taking advantage of the stretching his cock did. You couldn't hold still, your body squirming at a violent motion, trying to pull him away from you with your tiny little weak hand, which had nothing against Spider-Man's big and strong body.

One of your legs was moving on the air and the other was feeling the cold metal against your skin, extending and distending at the overstimulation.

You couldn't take it anymore, your cries should advert Peter of it, your tired voice and your shaking body, but he had much more cum to go.

"Let's go, princess" He says softly "You can go more, I know you can, your body is begging me for it"

But your body couldn't beg, you weren't even aware it could talk, but today you discovered your body knew what you wanted even before you could think of it, much before you could even process what was happening, because even if your mind seemed oblivious to what was happening, your body knew what it needed.

"I'm gonna let you all full with my cum, baby. You'll get back to your friends with my cum stuffed in your pretty pussy" He says, thrusting into you again, holding your leg up and taking your hand to put it in your clit. You look at him in horror "Move it, princess. How you want it doesn't matter, make yourself feel good"

"That's a sin" You whisper, scare of the mere word, he smirks and shook his head; "S' alright, Spider-Man's asking you to do it"

"Is fine if Spider-Man asks?"

"Oh, baby" He moans "Everything's alright if Spider-Man asks you for it"

And with that, a small part of your mind telling you to feel dirty disappeared. You move your hand as he ordered and he still thrusting into you, He stops your hand to take both of your legs and takes them to his shoulders, making you scream and now it was pure pleasure.

Your body felt good, and you didn't want to prive yourself from the pleasure, but you wanted him to stop. Because this doesn't feel right.

Peter pulls your hand and makes you sit, getting close to him and kissing your lips, making you think that maybe it wasn't that bad after all, because everything was right if you were sharing a kiss.

"You're so fucking pretty" He moans, guiding your leg to his shoulder again and grabbing your hair, pulling you closer to him and kissing you, like he knew you were needing that assurance,

You stop thinking for a moment and just get stuck in the kiss, moaning in his lips for how close you were, for how good it feel, it was almost understandable this felt wrong in your mind, dirty, because if you were having any remorse you couldn't possibly stop doing this.

Peter hugs you and holds you close, hiding his face in your neck and thrusting violently into you, confident in what he was doing.

You cry, and you weren't sure if it was because you felt tired or because you felt so overwhelmed. Now Peter grabs your neck, closing his fist around your skin and smirking with his face close to you.

"Who's the prettiest girl in Brooklyn?" He asks, earning a smile from you "You– fuck..." he thrusts "You are, princess. Such a pretty fucking baby" He says, kissing your nose and leaning to whisper in your ear "You're such a pretty tiny little thing"

And with that he cums inside of you again, flipping you and letting your hips to start bouncing in his cock, watching as your body tries to get close to him so he could thrust deeper; "God, I turned you into a whore" He chuckles and you moan.

"Alright, my cute pretty whore, gonna make you feel even better, right? Gonna cum again?" He asks, chuckling because he knows, he knows you have no idea what cum means.

"I want your mouth, baby" He says, pulling your body and sitting you on the concrete of the street, leaning his cock to your face "Open"

He says, and since he said everything was valid if Spider-Man asks you for it, you open your mouth wide, he has to do all the work, you're clueless to what you're doing, gagging when in the hear of the moment Peter puts his cock deeper, feeling your throat close and the air wasn't entering your body.

And that was it.

You put your hands in his pelvis, pulling him away from you, feeling suffocated and your stomach upset.

You can't tell him to stop, you're chocking in his cock and the tears on your face don't seem to concern him, he's enjoying how your soft lips feel around his cock and how your small throat hugs him. You almost choke when your nose meets his pubic bone and a few seconds later he finally lets you go, you crawl away from him, trying to win back the air you lost.

Your chest moves up and down quickly, your eyes filled with terror and Peter takes your hair, pulling you to him again, stroking his cock while you cry and he opens your mouth with his big and strong hand since you refused to do such thing for him, finally coming undone inside your mouth.

"Swallow, baby doll"

You're crying, and you flinch back when he tries to touch you again, Peter in exchange puts his hands up and walks back, allowing you to stand up and fix your clothes, panicking installing in your body.

"You alright, bunny?" He asks nonchalantly, as if you weren't wishing you were dead, as if you didn't feel like dying just minutes ago. "Can I help you?"

"No!" You yell, taking Peter's –your friend Peter– jacket, covering you with it in an attempt to feel protected. "Please, no"

You whisper, and he just puts the suit on. Leaving a kiss on your cheek before you flinched back and swinging away from you.

★

"Y/N, oh, Jesus Christ" Peter yelled as soon as he saw you leaving the parking lot "What the fu– what're you doing here, alone, we were worried sick" He says, examining your body and swallowing his smirk when he smells your pussy full of cum. Finally he hugs you "Don't do this to us, sweetheart, we were concerned about you"

"Sorry" You say, your voice sounding small and broken, feeling like you wanted to cry, feeling the shame hugging your body because how were you suppose to tell your best friend Spider-fucking-Man railed you there, in the parking lot, outside with the people walking by the street. "Didn't mean to"

You pout and he smiles, vanishing it with his thumb and kissing your forehead "S' everything alright?" He wonders and you want to tell him, but it doesn't feel like something you should extern, because you don't want Peter treating you any different. "Was someone with you?"

You nod, hiding your face in his chest "Spider-Man?"

You tell him in a whisper, your words sounding like a whisper, scared Peter wouldn't believe you, scared that he would get mad; "The mean one?"

"I don't know"

[deeptrashwitch]

A Haunting Past (Part 14)

I hope you all enjoy this part! Shout out to Taro as usual for being my beta reader 💖 love you, aulelei :3

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The next day, Alicia drove to the bar where she will meet with Oliver. As she was driving, her knuckles were white due to how hard she was grabbing the steering wheel. Each meter that the car got near to the bar, her mind kept repeating the words she was told once by Oliver. Despite the years, it wasn’t getting better at all. It was painful.

During the 267 funeral, right after it finished and she gave away the flags of her fallen teammates, Oliver walked near her. They stared down at the graves, the names especially…names that they knew perfectly and met for so long. She still remembers word by word what he told her that day. “What kind of Captain are you? You let them all suffer and DIE. And you did nothing about it. It should’ve been YOU.”. And for a long time, she actually believed it. She believed that it should have been her who should have died inside that place and not them. Not her teammates. Not the one who she called FAMILY.

However, looking behind now, it wouldn’t change anything. Now she wasn’t even sure if Oliver blamed her for these many years because of his grief for his former team or if he really thought what he said. Whatever the case is, she will get her answers. So she parked her car in front of the bar and sighed heavily for a second before getting out. In silence she entered the bar to look for her old comrade.

Soon she spotted him sitting near the window, already drinking a Cuba Libre in silence. When they locked eyes at each other, he smiled a bit and that made Alicia absolutely uncomfortable. She walked over to him and simply sat down feeling a bit awkward to see him. Before she saw her drink on the table. As if Oliver had already ordered it for her before she arrived.

“You look good, Alicia.” He said with a smile. “How long has it been? Since you’ve created your team, right?”

“Yeah, it has been a long time indeed. Why do you want to speak with me, Oliver? We aren’t on the best terms.”

Oliver sighed softly before looking at his drink that was in his hand. “You still remember what happened during the funeral?”

“Difficult to forget, y’know?”

“Listen, I’ve been living with the pain of losing them for a long time. Isn’t that fair for what I told you?” He asked with a sad look.

Alicia gave him that serious expression while crossing her arms. “I guess, but you haven’t answered.”

“Alright, alright. It’s about the mission you had before.”

“Which one? I’ve been quite busy.”

Oliver sighed and sipped his drink. “The one in the Pacific.”

Alicia cursed internally to herself, but remained silent and tried to keep a blank expression as she waited for Oliver to continue talking.

“I was told that you contacted the Navy yourself? Alicia, we all know that there’s a chain of command that we need to follow. What you did was unacceptable.”

“I didn’t contact the Navy, the General did.”

“My point remains, you stomped over the chain and went to speak with such a high ranked officer. How did you even manage to speak with a General? You're just a Captain.”

“That’s a long story.”

“We have time.”

“You do, I don’t.”

Oliver laughed, but it sounded almost forced as he was gripping onto his glass a bit. “Well, at least can you tell me who helped you?”

“I don’t have the obligation to do so.”

“You’re being so cold now, if it’s because of what happened…”

“It’s not that, I simply was asked to not disclose the name of the General.” Alicia lied as she grabbed her drink and took a sip from it.

“What a shame, but I bet you have a great team to manage two missions at the same time in such different conditions.”

Alicia just remained silent.

Oliver sighed. “C’mon, Alicia, I’m trying to talk with you here. Why are you being so cold with me?”

“I’m not.”

“You are, we used to speak for hours when we were younger.”

“Oliver, just leave it like this.” She said with a sigh, being a bit annoyed by this. But she decided to calm down.

For some minutes, they stayed in silence and simply drank their drinks without looking at each other. However Alicia was feeling uneasy. She shook her head and focused on her drink once again. Then hear his sigh as he calls her attention once again.

“Alicia, I’m actually hurt because of you.” He said with a resigned expression.

“Excuse me?”

"I always tried to help you as your direct superior, but you just brushed that off and stomped over the chain."

Alicia just looked at her drink. "We didn't have the luxury to wait for the process, so we needed to act quickly."

"Because of that attack in The Hague? Then what about the mission in the Pacific? You could've waited."

"Oliver…" Alicia warned, barely holding a frown.

"From your report, the ship was scheduled to arrive in Yakarta, was it? Why the need to intervene before instead of waiting for it to arrive?"

"If the ship arrived, the cargo-"

"You're putting me in a tough position here, Alicia." Oliver said with a disgusted face. "You discarded my participation like nothing."

"With all due respect, you don't know what that cargo would mean to the Pacific region or Asia if it arrived at the final harbor."

"I'm still your superior, you should've asked me about the mission. Especially about a little operation of a single ship. You went over and beyond…for what exactly? A mission on the coast waters of a single island?"

Alicia was this near to throw her drink into his face out of rage, he knew NOTHING about that mission. He spoke as if he could do it way better, and that infuriated her since she knew the huge effort it meant all the mission for the WTF. She forced herself to remain calm. She forced herself to breathe deeply and try not to do something worse.

"That mission was meant to happen, and if the General give green light-"

Oliver interrupted her. "Not the point here."

"Then?"

"Do you remember what Artemis, no, what William taught us?" He asked, staring at her eyes. "I remember it perfectly. 'No matter what you think about a mission, you must stick to the rules and walk together.' Remember?"

Alicia felt off when Oliver mentioned William's words. She remembered them too, he told them that when they almost ruined a mission. When they first started to work together. She sat in silence, feeling her chest tighten at the memory.

Oliver looked at her calmly. "We were meant to work together. Do you really want me to be not only reprimanded but also possibly demoted because you didn't tell me your plans? I thought we were a team."

"I…" Alicia murmured a bit uneasy.

"I tell you as a friend. I've always helped you despite what we did to each other." He said surprisingly softly. "Next time you think of taking a mission, tell me about it. I'll speak you out of any bullshit you try, yeah? Like the old times."

Alicia didn't answer.

Oliver finished his cocktail and stood up, leaving the money for it over the table. "Next time, Guardian, don't make a decision you'll regret later. We both know what happens when you make solo decisions."

She stayed there, while Oliver had left. As she tried to ignore the nickname and the pain it brought with it. At the same time her mind simply started to go over the records for her team's part of the mission. Now she was anxious, wondering if she actually fucked up everything by not speaking first with Oliver. Which somehow made sense, she was a Captain and he was a Major, not only that, they worked together before and they should keep doing that.

"No, no, just stop thinking that." She murmured to herself, closing her eyes and pinching her nose bridge. "I did good, I did…"

She went back to silence for a moment, then cursed under her breath. With a last sigh, she went to pay while the words of what Oliver said kept echoing in her head. After that she went back to her car and stayed there in silence, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel as she started to ask herself if she was making the same mistakes again.

[midwestmade29]

Rekindled ❤️

(A continuation of "Broken Promise")

To Anonymous: Thank you for reading my original story and for your request! It makes me so happy knowing you enjoyed it 🥹 I know my story is pretty lengthy, but it covers a lot of ground! I had so much fun writing it 🖤

Original Anonymous Request: "I absolutely loved that last fic! Anyway we can get something where the two end up reconnecting, rekindling, and end up together in the end after Christian’s divorce? I feel like even though they had a rough relationship growing up, you can’t tell me they aren’t soulmates. You can’t tell me this man had secretly loved here since they were young and didn’t realize it until she got into her high school and college era. I love this so much dude 😩🫶🏼❤️"

Disclaimers: Anger, physical altercation, fighting (verbally), cursing, angst. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 2,682

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Side note: This story is officially complete. I won't be adding anything else to it. You can read the first part of the story here and also the prequel to the story here! Thanks for following along 🖤

Adam noticed that you had been MIA again for the last half hour of your party. He knew you couldn’t have gotten far, so he started searching the house for you. He was about to knock on your bedroom door, his fingers already against the wood but he stopped when he heard you crying. His heart sank as he stood and listened to your cries turn into sobs! When he couldn’t take it any longer, he opened your door just a crack and spoke softly, “Hey, sis. What’s wrong? Can I come in?” You were curled in a ball on your bed with your face buried in your hands, but you managed to let out a pathetic “yes” in response. He came and sat at the foot of your bed, fidgeting while trying to figure out how to proceed with your conversation. “Did something happen at the party? Talk to me, sis,” he prodded. When you sat up and looked your brother in the eyes, the flood gates opened, words and tears flowing freely, leaving you out of breath by the time you were finished. It was obvious the more you carried on, the more Adam’s anger grew. His hands were balled into fists that rested on his thighs and his jaw was clenched so tightly you don’t know how his teeth didn’t break! You didn’t go into every detail about the relationship you and Christian had before, sparing him the part about losing your virginity to him, but everything else was no longer a secret. Hurt flashed in his eyes when you apologized for not telling him sooner, leaving you wishing that you could take it all back and rewrite the past. In between sniffles you peered over at your brother who was clearly conflicted on how to feel about the situation, and he damn near exploded when you asked him what he was thinking. With every word he said, his voice became more elevated, “What am I thinking? WHAT am I thinking right now? I’m thinking about how my baby sister and my best friend kept this huge secret from me for 2 years. I’m thinking about how stupid I am for not seeing how things really were that summer. I must be going fucking blind and need to get my eyes checked! I’m trying to come up with a reason not to kill that blonde son of a bitch with my bare hands right now! He not only made you cry again, but he broke a promise. That’s unacceptable in my book."

You begged and pleaded with Adam to calm down when he jumped up off your bed and darted out the door in search of Christian. Rage was radiating off him as he checked behind every door, looking for his best friend around every corner in the house before finding him sitting outside on the front porch. The loud thud the door made when Adam threw it open made everyone jump! “What the hell, man? You alright?” Christian asked as he stood up. Adam walked over to him and got mere inches away from his face and shouted, “No, dumbass! I’m not alright! I know about you and my little sister. I know all about the summer you shared!” Christian’s eyes darted between yours and your brother’s, unsure of how to proceed. You pulled on Adam’s arm trying to get him to come back inside, but he brushed you off. Your brother’s chest was rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath he took, the veins in his forehead protruding while he waited for Christian to say something. “Look, Adam we were going to tell you. Time just got away from us, and our relationship was over at the end of the summer anyways. It’s in the past now,” he explained, but Adam wasn’t having any of it. Your brother shoved Christian once, making him stumble back a little before shoving him again and again. “You’ve had 2 years to tell me asshole! How could you keep something like that from me, man?! And why my baby sister? Why her?!” Christian grew more irritated the more Adam jabbed his finger into his chest, and the atmosphere quickly became more tense. You knew you had to try and separate the two of them and you gave it your best effort when you cried out, “Please, Adam! Go back in the house and try to calm down. You’re not thinking straight right now, and I don’t want this to get any worse. I’m begging you! Please!” Something made Christian snap, one could blame it on Adam’s harsh words or his death stare, but what came out of Christian’s mouth next knocked the wind right out of you without even being touched, “You make it sound like this was all my doing! Y/N isn’t innocent in all this you know! It takes two to tango and boy did we tango a lot that summer!”

You weren’t sure what was louder, Adam shouting “YOU FUCKED HER?!” or the sound of his fist connecting with Christian’s face. One punch led to two and eventually both men ended up rolling around on the ground! After Christian landed a couple punches of his own on your brother’s face, he had him pinned to the ground. It didn’t last long though since Adam’s 6’5 frame overpowered him! Your brother’s voice was eerily calm when he spoke again and you could see the anguish written on his face, “First you take my little sister’s innocence, then you break the promise you made the both of us! Not to mention you kept all of this from me. Go fuck yourself.” He let go of Christian as he stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He immediately clutched his ribcage as pain radiated from the area, and winced when he touched the giant goose egg that was already forming on his forehead. Christian didn’t look any better while he laid on the ground groaning and trying to catch his breath. No further words were shared between any of you that night. Everything that did- and didn’t- need to be said was already out in the open. When your mother caught wind of the situation, she was thankful no one was seriously injured and that no one in the neighborhood called the police. Later on, you looked out the front window and noticed Christian was no longer there. He must’ve gone to his parent’s house when he was finally able to peel himself off the ground. You didn’t see Christian again after that night. Your brother didn’t talk to you for weeks after everything went down the way it did. You called him hundreds of times and sent countless text messages, but you never got a reply. You apologized and begged him to talk to you in every voicemail you left him. Eventually you got the hint and gave him the time and space he needed even though it hurt like hell not being able to talk to your big brother. You could only hope that what they say is true, “time heals all wounds.”

1 year later ⏭️

Almost a month after the fight happened, Adam started talking to you again! The two of you had several long and difficult conversations about everything that went on the night of your graduation party and the summer you and Christian spent together. While things felt like they were back to normal, you knew deep down inside that your relationship with your brother had been altered a little bit. You were shocked to learn that Christian was the one to call Adam and make amends with him! They somehow worked through everything and rekindled their friendship. He even asked Adam to be the best man at his wedding!

“You know you’re invited too,” your mom’s voice startled you when she walked into the kitchen unannounced. You had been staring at Christian’s wedding invitation that seemed to mock you every time you approached the fridge. It took everything in you not to yank it down and rip it to shreds! “There’s no way I’m going! It must’ve been an oversight on someone’s part including my name on it. Do me a favor, don’t write my name on the wedding card you got them.”

Christian’s big day had eventually come and gone, and you made sure to avoid hearing anything about it. One day when you were in the checkout line at the grocery store, a magazine cover caught your eye. You tossed it in the cart when you noticed who was on the front and looked over it in your car. You sat in the parking lot for a good 30 minutes crying over the stunning picture of Christian and his new bride. You read over the article more times than you should’ve, eyes skimming over the words that described every detail of their grand affair. Your heart was aching by the time you tossed the magazine into the backseat, the realization settling in that you and Christian were nothing more than a long-gone memory.

Over the next several years, Adam’s popularity in the professional wrestling world continued to skyrocket. He was definitely a fan favorite! While you enjoyed watching him achieve his career goals and dreams, your favorite thing he accomplished was marrying his wife and giving you two beautiful nieces. Seeing him this happy meant the world to you, and you could only hope that you would find the same happiness one day too. You were thriving in your own ways, having a successful career of your own, a great group of friends that you adore, checking things off your bucket list left and right, and spending time with your mom every chance you got. You focused on the things that really mattered to you and embraced your independence! As far as you knew, Christian and his wife were doing well but you hadn’t heard anything about them in a long time. Even though you tried to forget him, the memories of growing up together and falling in love with him crept in your mind from time to time. There had been several guys that tried to pursue you over the years, but none of them ended up capturing your heart the way that Christian did. You had been in one long term relationship that helped ease the sting of loneliness, but you knew it wasn’t fair to keep them around when your heart still longed for someone else. You eventually let them go, and the sadness in their eyes when you told them it was over still haunts you to this day.

For Adam’s last match before he officially retired, he wanted you and your mom ringside along with his wife and your nieces to cheer him on! You were hesitant at first to do it, but you agreed when your brother reassured you that Christian wouldn’t be there due to having other obligations. Everything with Adam’s match went well and it was over in the blink of an eye! All 5 of you girls cried when the referee gave the final 3 count as Adam laid in the center of the ring. During the commercial break he walked over and hugged each of you and thanked you all for loving him and supporting him all this time. The company he worked for was throwing him a party after the show was off the air, and once it began, he was being pulled in every direction as more and more people wanted to congratulate him. Your mom was with your nieces at the dessert table while your sister-in-law mingled with some of the female wrestlers. You found yourself alone standing at a tall cocktail table sipping on your drink, just taking in the different sights and sounds of the party. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw someone standing near your table, but when you turned to get a better look, they were gone. You brushed it off and returned your gaze to the party. “Come join us aunt Y/N!” your nieces called out to you from the dance floor. You weren’t really in the mood to dance, but what kind of aunt would you be to decline such a sweet invitation?

“Again! Again!” your nieces cheered as you twirled them around simultaneously! The song playing was upbeat and fun and you were enjoying laughing and smiling with your favorite little girls. All too soon it started to fade out and was replaced by a slow song instead. Everyone except for a few couples left the dance floor, and you were on your way back to your table when an old familiar voice stopped you in your tracks, “Hey, Y/N. It’s…been a long time.” Christian’s greeting instantly took you back to the night of your graduation party when he addressed you the same way. Your stomach did a flip when you turned and took in the sight of him. He was still as handsome as ever; time had clearly treated him well! Your reply was shy and quiet as his blue eyes bore into you, “Hi, Christian…” He cleared his throat before speaking again, clearly just as nervous as you were being face to face after all this time. “Um, would you like to dance?” he asked sheepishly. You were hesitant at first, but the way he was looking at you made your resolve fade and the next thing you knew; you had your arms wrapped around his neck and the two of you were swaying along with the music.

A few moments passed in silence, the both of you unsure of what to say but Christian eventually spoke up, “You look great, Y/N. How are you?” His compliment made a small smile form in the corner of your mouth which made him smile too. “I’m fine, thank you. But um, what are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it tonight. If you haven’t already, you’ll have to find Adam! I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you,” you replied. “I decided being here for Adam was more important that my original plans. I watched the match from backstage. I was also hoping you would be here. It’s good to see you, Y/N.” His last few words made you blush, but the pink that covered your cheeks faded away when you remembered an important detail, Christian is married! You dropped your arms from around his neck causing concern to envelop his handsome features. “Where’s your wife?” you asked, even though you didn’t want to know the answer. His response shocked you, “Actually, we’re divorced. Everything was finalized a few months back. Marrying her was a mistake and it’s something I deeply regret. I had no idea what I was doing back then and I sure as hell don’t know what I’m doing right now, but I had to see you Y/N. Over the years I probably asked Adam and your mom about you more than I should’ve, but it made me happy knowing that you were doing so well. I never stopped thinking about you, not even once! I’m sorry it took me so long to realize what an idiot I am. I just hope I’m not too late.”

It had been 4 months since Adam’s retirement party. 4 months since that night ended with Christian asking you if he could see you again. 4 months since you and your soulmate rekindled your love for one other. It’s been quite the journey to get to this point, but you’re so thankful you and Christian found your way back to each other. Everyone knew that it wouldn’t be long before Christian would propose to you, and you couldn’t wait to be his wife! When the time comes for you to recite your vows to one another, Christian would be making a new promise to you that he would continue to love you for the rest of your lives and the tears he will make you cry that day will be tears of pure joy.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Scamming me, scamming you: chapter 5

Taako realises some things, Barry makes a phone call, and Blupjeans definitely absolutely positively are not on a date.

Shout out to @a-vampire for most of the email addresses in this chapter (he’s a genius).

Read below or on A03 Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4

Taako didn’t know what to do. Kravitz had literally run away from him and he had no idea why. Everything had been good, their emails were the same as always, and yeah, okay, their in person meeting when he brought lunch in had been weird, but Kravitz had explained that. He was tired and got in his head, that made sense. They’d addressed it and things had been fine again. He’d asked Taako out, he gave Taako the thank you note! That clearly meant it was fine. Why hadn’t it all been fine? Taako had definitely never mentioned anything about Kravitz paying for his truck. There was no way he wanted anyone to have any control over that other than him. It was going to be tough, but he was going to own 100% of it and no one would be able to tell him what to do. He also didn’t think Kravitz was lonely… He had friends, he had Lup and Barry, and Taako knew that he still saw his group from college when they were able to get time off to visit each other. He had no idea how this had gone so wrong, but he definitely couldn’t work through it in the middle of Pasta Pasta Pasta!

“Luuuuuuuupppppppp!” He wailed as he opened the door. “What the fuck is wrong with Kravitz and why didn’t you warn me?” So maybe the confusion had turned to anger on the walk home. “You said he was nice! … I thought he was nice.” Okay, the anger might already be tipping over into self pity, but he could stoke it back up. He wasn’t going to cry about this.

“Ko?” Lup popped her head out of the kitchen, took one look at him and rushed over. “What happened? What did he do? I will absolutely go beat his ass if he hurt you.” Lup grabbed her stompiest boots from their spot by the door.

“He… He…” Taako definitely meant to make more words happen. Instead, he just let out a small strangled noise and stared at the ceiling very hard until he felt the tears recede. Strangely, this didn’t seem to reassure Lup.

“Ko, what happened? Are you okay?” Lup wrapped him in a firm hug, and a few moments later he heard socked feet pad down the hall and a second set of arms wrap around them too.

“What happened?” Barry asked. “Not to alarm you, but I have a weird text from Krav about a romance scam and watching out for Lup??” Taako hissed into her shoulder. “Have you had any weird emails Lup?” Barry continued, sounding concerned. “I can ring him and ask what’s going on if that’s easier?”

“No one makes phone calls any more, Barold.” Taako wriggled free, he’d found the rage again.

“Thanks for that, Taako. Great point. As phone calls are unacceptable, do you want to explain instead?” Barry smiled his most-bland smile and Taako bristled. Barry knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.

“Go make your phone call, Grandpa.” Taako huffed as he flounced towards the kitchen. He refused to be manipulated into communication.

Lup followed behind and Taako faltered slightly as he entered the room. The kitchen diner was mostly lit by candles and fairy lights, with the cooker hood providing light over the hob; soft bluesy music was playing, and Lup’s six hour sauce was simmering away on the hob. He wheeled round towards Lup. “Wait, hold on a second, did you finally tell Ba…” Taako didn’t get to finish his sentence before Lup clapped her hand over his mouth.

“Shut up! We’re just making dinner. Alright? This is all normal. I wanted to test a new technique with the sauce and Barry said he’d help, and then I thought it’d be fun to get him to make a playlist, and the overhead lights are just so much glare when you’re cooking.” Lup almost looked like she believed what she was saying.

Taako didn’t even know where to start. “We’ll deal with this later, because I absolutely cannot let this one slide, this is worse than the honeymoon suite at the conference, but right now, Taako’s more important.” Lup started to look offended, then realised she was being given a reprieve, albeit a temporary one. “Okay. Talk me through what happened? I know we work together, but I can and will punch him in the kidneys if needed. Barry will be my alibi.”

Taako grabbed a mug, filled it with water, chugged it down, refilled it, flopped onto a stool at the counter, and began to explain.

“Wait, so does Kravitz think you’re a scammer?” Lup asked, just as Barry poked his head round the door. “Kravitz thinks Taako’s a scammer!” He announced cheerfully.

“Thanks Barold, we’ve already established that because he yelled it at me in a restaurant.” Taako snarked, slumping further in his chair. “What we don’t know, is why.”

“It’s because you never told him who you were.” Barry replied, as if this was obvious.

There was a pause. “Of course I told him who I was!” Taako said indignantly.

“When?” Asked Barry. “Kravitz says you just went by ‘T’ the whole time.”

“I put my name on the first email! It’s from my email address.” Taako couldn’t believe this. Of course Kravitz knew who he was. He’d replied why would he reply if he didn’t know who he was??????

“Ko…” Lup was using her ‘Taako’s being unreasonable’ voice right now. This didn’t bode well. “Just checking… but you did use your name aside from the first email you sent, right?”

“No, he gave me a nickname, so I just used that. It was cute! We had a thing.” Why were they questioning him right now? Krav Kravitz was the one being ridiculous here.

“Taako, your first email, which, may I add, you sent absolutely shitfaced, did not have your actual name on it.” Lup sounded exasperated. Taako opened his mouth to protest,

Barry cut him off before he could defend himself from Lup’s wild accusations. “And isn’t your email the sizzle it up one you made with 69 and 420 in it?”

“No?” Said Taako hesitantly, not even convincing himself. “Look, I said my name, I signed my name!” He grabbed his phone and scrolled desperately until he found the first message. “See!” He turned the phone towards them, and Barry stood behind Lup so he could peer over her shoulder.

“You’ve won yourself a complete prize, looking forward to getting to know you better, handsome. Ttotheatotheako” Barry read.

“Ttotheatotheako.” Lup repeated.

“T-to-the-a-to-the-ako. Taako. Taako” What weren’t they getting? It was obvious.

“Bud…” Barry began gently. “I know that it makes sense to you. But I can see how it might confuse Kravitz.”

Lup pinched the bridge of her nose and screwed her eyes shut. “Taako, one more time. Just to be clear.” Taako was starting to feel just the teensiest bit silly under their judgemental stares. Maybe he could have put spaces? Maybe Lup would stop talking and he could go hide under his duvet and pretend none of this happened. In fact, why stop at running away to his bedroom? He could change his name, and go join a pro-wrestling league or something. Tuff Gregg! No one would get confused about Tuff Gregg’s identity, they definitely wouldn’t shout at him in a restaurant and then run away. Unless they needed to ramp up tension before a fight, but he’d be in on it. The crowd would eat that shit up.

Lup waved a hand in front of his face. “Taako, get out of your head, you need to hear this.” Taako reluctantly made eye contact. “You emailed Kravitz, from an email that didn’t contain your name, signed it with word soup, then never told him who you were?” She gave Taako a questioning look.

“Wait… Hang on.” Taako was absolutely going to say something to defend himself. Something really good. There was definitely something… “You emailed him second!” There, that was good.

“And you emailed him how many hundreds of times since then? You didn’t even send a picture!” Lup shook her head. There was a long pause. “Wait… Taako!” She looked both aghast and ready to burst out laughing.

“You’re not supposed to include your face! I was being safe!” He replied indignantly.

Lup laid her head on the table. “I hate you both, you’re perfect for each other.” Lup rolled her head to the side so she could look at him. “Please just go and have a conversation, Taako.”

“Fine!” Taako stood up and stormed out with as much dignity as he could muster. He pretended not to hear Lup and Barry laughing.

Taako threw himself dramatically onto his bed, wrapped himself in his duvet, and tried to find the rage again. It didn’t come. All he wanted to do was email Krav, he always knew what to say when things were wrong. But Krav wasn’t that person right now. He was Kravitz who had just yelled at him and run away. They could have just talked about it… but instead he’d ruined it. He’d ruined it and taken one of Taako’s favourite people away in the process. Right, there it was, Krav wasn’t blameless here! Taako wasn’t going to let him get away with breaking something so precious.

From: sizzleitup69420@gmail.com To: Kravitz.MacLir@raven.mail Subject: Another Question Body: Why did you keep emailing me if you thought it was a scam?

Taako waited. He didn’t get a reply. Kravitz was home. Barry had said so. He absolutely had time to reply.

From: sizzleitup69420@gmail.com To: Kravitz.MacLir@raven.mail Subject: Another Another Question Body: Why did you think I thought you were lonely?

He waited again. Still nothing. Taako dragged himself out of bed and into something comfy, washed his face, and moisturised.

Still nothing.

From: sizzleitup69420@gmail.com To: Kravitz.MacLir@raven.mail Subject: Just reply to me! Body: Can we please just talk about this?

Taako added a delivery notification and a read receipt. Maybe that would scare him into replying.

His phone vibrated. Yes! Got him!

“Your message could not be delivered. Your email is blocked.”

Excuse you, what?! How dare he! Kravitz had blocked him? Who did he think he was??? And why exactly did Taako want to make himself a very small ball and cry about it right now?

Taako crept back down the hall to see if Lup and Barry had stopped laughing at him. He nudged the door open and they both turned their heads. Lup was lounging on the sofa with Barry tucked between her legs leaning back against her, her head nestled on his shoulder. “It’s just so we can both see the phone!” They replied in unison. Taako absolutely didn’t have the energy for their bullshit right now.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me.” Taako replied quietly. “I emailed him, but he blocked me.”

Lup’s face fell and she held out a hand. Barry immediately shuffled round to make a gap for him, Taako flopped into the double cuddle.

“Look bud, I don’t want to interfere too much here, but he’s had a crush on you for a while and he thinks you were trying to exploit that. You didn’t directly tell him who you were, and I know it wasn’t malicious, but he doesn’t know that. Now he’s decided Lup is trying to scam me too.” Barry’s voice was soothing, but Taako bristled at the implication that Lup would be doing anything terrible. Accusing him was one thing, but Lup? Absolutely the fuck not. He opened his mouth to protest and Barry cut him off. “I’ve already explained that Lup hasn’t been pursuing me romantically and doesn’t have any interest in doing so, don’t worry.”

Taako turned his head slowly and gave Lup his widest eyes and a series of slow blinks. She stared very intently at the wall as if she hadn’t heard anything Barry had just said. Fine. Whatever. Clearly he had no idea how relationships worked anyway, so this absolutely wasn’t his problem.

“Well how do I explain that it was just a mistake?” Taako asked Barry. “Taako is many things, but he isn’t a scammer! I wouldn’t do that to Krav.”

“I know you wouldn’t, and I’ve told him that, I think he just needs to hear it from you. He finds social interaction a bit tricky until he gets to know people.” Barry said.

“But he does know me! We’ve been talking for months!” Taako was getting agitated again.

“Yes, you knew you were talking for months. He thought he was talking to someone completely different and just keeping them occupied so they didn’t go crime someone.” Barry had endless patience and Taako hated him for it right now. He wanted to go yell at Kravitz for being a big dumb idiot and then also kiss his face a lot because he was a big dumb idiot who was trying to save the world.

“Well how do I tell him? He blocked me.” Taako said petulantly.

“Yes, of course, there’s no other way to get in touch with him. You couldn’t try, say, his number, or another email address.” Lup had apparently regained her ability to hear as long as it involved bullying Taako.

He thought about it. Ringing didn’t seem fair, he could call from Barry’s phone, but that would just force Kravitz to have a conversation without warning and clearly he wasn’t as keen on surprises as he’d pretended. It had to be an email, or a letter? Both? Email first. Okay, he had a plan. “Barry, you know your @blue.jeans domain?”

“Yeeeeeees.” Barry replied tentatively. “But that’s only for the Bluejeans family, Taako. You know Lup’s already had this conversation with me, you don’t get the domain unless you marry in, and no offence, but you’re not my type.” He paused for a moment, then added. “... and Jean isn’t yours.” He and Lup burst into laughter while Taako watched on in confusion. This was not the time for their bullshit.

“Could you two please save your adorable coupley in jokes for when I’m not having a personal crisis?”

“I… we…” “Taako!” Lup and Barry protested simultaneously.

“Look, Barry, just help me set up a new email?” Taako said, then added. “Please?”

That did it, Barry, still pink from laughing (and Taako’s mention of anything to do with he and Lup and couples in the same sentence), jumped up. “Okay, let’s get you a new email.”

From: Taako@from.tv To: Kravitz.MacLir@raven.mail Subject: Please read me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Body: Krav, it’s Taako. Taako Tacco, I’d give you my date of birth and my social security number, but I hear you’re really into internet safety.

But seriously, Krav, I’m so sorry. This wasn’t a trick, or any kind of scam (you’re obsessed with scams, stop thinking everything is a scam). I just got drunk and was talking about how great you were and your stupid beautiful face again and Magnus googled you and found your email so I emailed you and told you you had me if you wanted me. Because I wanted you. You know I wanted you. I told you that at the party!

And then we spoke and it was so good. So so good! I thought you knew who I was, I didn’t think about how weird the name was on the first email, or why you’d just call me T. I thought we were doing fun nicknames, not that you were just too lazy to write the whole thing every time. I’ll write Kravitz every time if you want? I don’t mind.

But, you need to remember that you lied too. I thought I was going out on a date with someone who cared about me, and you were just doing some weird trap or something? You said you liked surprises! You clearly don’t like surprises, Kravitz. I really liked the you I got to know, but now I’m worried that he wasn’t real. I’m worried that you’ve romance scammed me.

Can we please just talk about this? I want to sort this out, because I think we could have something really good here. But I need to know you’re you, and I need you to know I’m me.

Please reply. I want to hear from you.

Yours, Taako T. Tacco

[unproduciblesmackdown]

as "let's see if will roland's birthday prompts any billions production clues from posts castmates may make about it" continues to yield "no one's posting about it, while some castmates post about other people's birthdays," already having more thoughts abt [i'm sure he'll show up in at least one episode even if only to be written out] type things like:

a) would be insulting if winston is fired to serve a subplot about philip and taylor having some difficulty in finding their footing re: working together as coheads, like, we're good at anticassandraing things and have gone "lol what if philip & taylor disagreed abt quants in that philip preferred winston. which he feasibly could," so what if instead it's philip arguing that winston should be fired to streamline things or because everyone who's not taylor will want him gone b/c they dislike him, and in learning how to successfully work together, taylor's like well alright. like, don't pit these elements against each other the insult is instead just Anyone, higher ups or lower downs, wanting winston gone b/c they dislike him, so he's fired

b) winston getting bullied by anyone or everyone is seen as him distracting them &/or provoking it with his presence, so he's fired winston being friends w/tuk is seen as a bad influence of loserdom on the latter (or distraction, or annoying, or w/e) so he's fired some Problem that needs solving or otherwise some need to fire Some people that really doesn't have much to do with him gets him fired anyways. like 5x05 all over again, isn't it always. or even if he's particularly involved in some problem you know it'd be something other people could get away with just fine. see:

c) what's even "a problem" like that despite everyone being in a hostile workplace, winston is especially, and we're so graced with dollar bill back on the premises who has already harassed and threatened and assaulted him (not only limiting the lattermost to something like "did he hit you, and like, closed fist, and i mean pretty hard. well that's just what he's like, you're fine." or the way like sabotaging a toilet is just epic pranks and only a problem if something looks bad to theoretical investors and we should talk about what tmc people might be doing to deserve it) while rian has been holding down the fort bullying and using winston. perfectly in line with everything if this kind of thing prompting any hostility in turn is like, nobody blinks at the other stuff, wherein if anything everyone keeps trying to fix dollar bill's feelings for him and talk about how who he's being awful to needs to appease him asap, and rian simply Wanting to use winston as a chew toy is just taken in stride while separately people have already been motivated by theoretically looking out for her / supporting her in various ways as well. whereas if winston Acts like he regards her as a hostile party, which she is, rather than seeming to operate in good faith that they can have regular constructive basic respect interactions, which he does while those decent interactions seem to come through rarely and unreliably, then i'm sure he'd be seen as mean / starting shit / out of line / etc, especially when it seems him Disrespecting the Rules & Social Hierarchy that should disallow him from like, speaking unless it's to self-flagellate, means people see him as aggressive or whatever. basically the classic scenario like, kid's bullied at school, they're supposed to just ignore it or it's otherwise "not that bad" / stuff gotten away with, even if supposedly it's like well just tell an authority figure here, that won't/doesn't work, any resulting obvious tension/dislike between the kid and whoever is like "uh oh, a Both Sides problem" at best, same if there's a physical fight or something or else it's like well That was unacceptable and if it was initiated by Your reaction to all other kinds of terrible treatment for however long, you're the problem. not that i expect winston to throw a punch about it, but, figuratively / parallel to this scenario

d) winston is sick of his deluxe hostile environment, doesn't actually like whatever coheading changes, sick of rian and/or dollar bill specifically, and/or doesn't appreciate some other goings-on, like one that results in him even being threatened with firing, and gets to just quit as has regularly seemed like something he might want to do anyways since 4x11 and intermittently on

e) not really another Way to imagine they kick him out but was thinking how like, Is a reason we're shown that taylor and rian hugging in the middle of an office was seen by i guess winston alone gonna be further relevant at all and about him making anything of it, which, he really couldn't possibly be wrong about any inferences. but going :/ at the taylor and rian dynamic just as a spontaneous, contained event would be self-explanatory too. but had the thought of like, maybe it's all "well taylor's been here 5 seasons and is in a more prominent position than last season, throw a PR problem at them for the first time for real, just as a shakeup / something that throws them off" wherein like winston wouldn't even have to be there to be cited in something like yeah i was fired or quit or whatever else and my former boss is dating an employee i think. or seems to have a real personal preference for them if not personal somethingship. which is true lmfao like? even if winston ""wrongly"" assumes they're dating like "oh sorry these claims are ridiculous, i only proposed as much to this employee who i already was informally mentoring and do favor such that she was promoted offscreen after like half a season to be able to make trades and this only came up when her using that capacity to do some shit she could've been fired for had me like 'but i'll take the heat for it' b/c any feeling that i'd wanna fire you is worth working through as a personal problem, and that employee turned me down not only just b/c apparently dating through work is too much (but not hooking up through work) but because she's afraid of how much she could love me, and now we're further personal somethings or who even knows what's ever been going on and so who can say if we were supposed to have fully closed the door on dating or not, even." wherein like....someone then doing further research consulting with every named tmc employee, in this hypothetical (and ignoring any hypothetical new, named/dialogued hires) scenario all now Former employees except rian who clearly won't have been firedor quit at the start of season 7, b/c yknow god forbid lmao....like, oh i'm taylor's best friend so no comment except that when i'm mad at them i'll apparently say that i always thought they inhumanly don't have feelings and all, very helpful. then there's like, oh yeah i was taylor's employee and dated them until business misalignments lead to a less than ideal breakup, and then kind of an aftershock of that for fun i guess. and then yeah i was also taylor's employee and knew they were dating another employee and i disapproved if only b/c i told them it could look bad but then also one of the reasons leading up to my quitting was having difficulty getting in touch with them while the other employee lived with them at least part of the time and i didn't seem to be a fan of that bonus access re: discussing business getting in the way of the formal structure / chain of command or whatever at work as well which is part of what i was already there to file a complaint over, so....even just the "it does look bad / people do think you leverage status for access to sex through employees" like no but that's My boss though. but also just that yeah taylor has at least tried to date employees twice, and their personal preference does affect professional matters, though that's also just like, pick any place of work and any slice of it, may not be a meritocracy after all versus how much it matters that some people are popular and/or liked by the right people while others can be recognized as Good Employees on paper but be left where they are or antagonized by peers or higher ups b/c of "failing" at the popularity contest aspect. and this could just be some new Kind of problem for taylor, and/or their just having to question themself more. or else go "ugh leave it to winston" and shrug it off once whatever's smoothed over.

f) winston isn't fully written off but rather it's something zany like, the twist is dollar bill coming back (god forbid he didn't either) while mafee, who evidently sees taylor outside work despite it all, is like eh we'll get dinners sometimes too, and does not likewise return despite saying he's the one who'd consider it. winston, being fired, or having quit, or just being unhappy w/things enough to consider it, is like well you're kind of regular at me sometimes and can't yell at me abt loyalty to taylor if neither of us work for them and you have weird confusing ideas about how they should be loyal to you if anything, and i can do the work of 50 phds, and i know you don't know shit abt the math and quanting but if you just leave it up to me entirely, that's pretty much been my work experience thus far anyways. then he'd be filming on different sets, possibly more rarely, and also dan soder has been likewise elusive but is also on site on the two even vaguely or implicitly [s7 production] related pics will's turned up in.

g) idk billions feel free to prank us where once again between seasons we worry winston could be written off but then he isn't, but elusivity paired with suddenly now castmates w/no mention of him for [march 5th] and [we are doing any bday acknowledgments] overlaps that otherwise get posts, especially. weird even if he Was written out in ep one but okay then

[runariya]

Drive to Survive (JJK) • Chapter 5 “High Expectations”

pairing: F1driver!Jungkook x female race engineer!reader genre: colleagues2L, formula1!AU, racing!AU, drama, kind of fantasy/cyborg!AU fic rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: denial, mean media, more conflicts, irritating Jungkook, angry Jungkook, anger issues, Mingyu is sus, physical fighting, a lot of cursing word count: ~ 6.670

🎵 BLACKPINK - Playing with Fire 🎵

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. Content errors related to the sport of Formula 1 are not excluded. Please do not use this story as your own. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

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The backdrop of Monaco's glitz and glamour is overshadowed by a cloud of frustration and disappointment that hangs heavily in the air of Mercedes. The race had been going well, with Jungkook holding onto the lead for most of the last part of the race. But everything changed in the final moments. Mingyu had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat, overtaking Jungkook just before the finish line. 

Jungkook sits at the table of the debrief, still in his racing suit, his face thundering with frustration. You’re seated beside him, clearly uncomfortable, knowing that you are both about to face the brunt of Toto’s anger. 

Toto stands at the head of the table, his expression a storm of barely controlled fury. "Alright, let's get straight to the point," Toto begins, his voice sharp and unforgiving. "What happened out there today was unacceptable."

Jungkook shifts in his seat, looking down at his hands. His knuckles are white from clenching them so tightly. You know as well as he what's coming and brace yourself for it.

"Jungkook," Toto continues, "you had the race in the bag. P1 was yours. But in the final lap, you let Mingyu slip past you. How did this happen?"

Jungkook takes a deep breath, struggling to find the words. "I... I lost focus for a moment. Mingyu saw an opportunity and took it. I didn't react quickly enough."

Toto's eyes narrow, you’re sure you heard a snort coming from George. "Lost focus? This is not a game, Jungkook. You can't afford to lose focus for even a second. We have worked too hard to let this slip away."

He turns his attention to you, and you try to stay calm under Toto's intense gaze, supporting Jungkook's excuse while keeping your suspicions about Mingyu hidden. "And you. What were you doing during all of this? Your job is to keep Jungkook informed and focused. How did you let this happen?"

You take a deep breath. "I was giving him the necessary updates, but... there was a moment of distraction."

Toto's voice rises. "A moment of distraction? We're here to win championships, not to entertain distractions. And what was that I heard during the race? Did Jungkook call you 'babe'? During a race?"

There are some giggles and hushed conversations heard in the room. Jungkook's face flushes with embarrassment, and he opens his mouth to defend himself, but Toto doesn't give him a chance.

"This is exactly the problem," Toto snaps. "Personal relationships have no place on the track. You need to focus on your job, Jungkook. You need to focus on winning. And you," he points a finger at you, "need to keep him focused. I don't care if you're best friends or dating. When you're on that track, it's all about the race. Nothing else matters."

The room is silent, the weight of Toto's words hanging heavily over everyone. You feel the sting of the reprimand keenly. You know Toto is right.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook finally says, his voice low. "It won't happen again."

"It better not," Toto replies, his tone still harsh but with a hint of resignation. "We're in a fight for the championship, and every point counts. We can't afford any more mistakes like this."

He looks around the room, his eyes meeting each team member's gaze in turn. "We are Mercedes. We are the best team on the grid, and we will not let this defeat us. We will learn from it, and we will come back stronger. Is that understood?"

A chorus of affirmative responses echoes through the room. The team knows that Toto is right. You have to pull together and focus if you want to reclaim Jungkook’s position at the top.

The debrief continues with a detailed analysis of the race. The team goes over every aspect, from strategy to pit stops, looking for areas to improve. Jungkook and you listen intently, taking notes and absorbing the feedback. You know that you have to do better, and you’re determined to make sure that this kind of mistake doesn't happen again. And with the heavy weight of your phone in your pocket, you know you’ll succeed. 

As the meeting wraps up, Toto takes a moment to address Jungkook and you privately. His tone is softer now, though still serious, it still doesn’t lessen your fear of being scolded again. 

"I know this is tough," he says, looking at both of you. "But you are both talented and capable. That's why you're here. I need you to put this behind you and focus on the next race. We can still win this championship, but we have to be at our best. No more distractions, understood?"

Jungkook nods. "Understood, boss. We'll make it right."

You also nod, feeling a new determination to let Jungkook calling you babe slide. "We'll be better prepared next time."

Toto gives you a nod of approval before he leaves you both alone. "Good. Now go get some rest. We'll regroup tomorrow and start preparing for the next race."

Just as you’re about to leave the room after Toto, Jungkook stops you by your wrist. His grip is firm, urgent even, but at the same time soft as his thumb caresses your wrist twice.

“Listen, about what I’ve said…”

You cut him off, Toto’s words still ringing in your ears. “You’re good. You heard him, let’s put this behind us and focus on the next race.”

You maintain eye contact, trying to decipher the emotions swirling inside Jungkook’s eyes, but the scolding from Toto is too fresh and present in your mind to really get a read on him. Jungkook reluctantly nods and slowly lets your wrist go as his hand lowers to his side. Your wrist feels empty without his touch, and you try to suppress the urge to reach out to him, unable to handle the sadness in his eyes. So you do the only thing you’re capable of at the moment—you turn around and leave.

Monday’s morning sun peaking through the windows of your office at Brackley warms your frozen self, a welcome comfort after the rain that drenched you on your walk here. Now, seated at your desk, you stare at your computer screen with a growing sense of dread. One headline after another flashes before your eyes, each one more invasive than the last, letting you forget the jet lag from yesterday’s flight. 

"Is Jungkook's New Flame His Race Engineer?"

"Exclusive: Jungkook Spotted Carrying Drunk Engineer to Hotel!"

"Racing Scandal: Jungkook Caught in Heated Moment with Taehyung"

You scroll further, your heart sinking with every new piece of gossip. The pictures are there too, clear as day. Jungkook carrying you to the hotel, his arm under your legs, your head resting against his chest. Another image shows him dragging you away from Taehyung, his face a mix of anger and protectiveness. The sight of these private moments splashed across news sites and social media makes your stomach churn with embarrassment.

You feel a flush of shame creep up your neck, a burning sensation that spreads to your cheeks. How did it get this far? You’ve always prided yourself on your professionalism and dedication to your dream job. You've spent years working tirelessly, building your career in a field dominated by men, earning respect through sheer hard work and unwavering work ethics. Yet, here you are, the center of a tabloid spectacle, your professional reputation hanging by a thread.

As you sit there, helplessness starts to give way to anger. Anger at the invasion of your privacy, at the way your personal life has been twisted into fodder for gossip. But most of all, anger at Jungkook. How could he let this happen? Why did he have to get involved in these public displays that were bound to attract attention? Your resolve hardens, and you decide that things need to change. You need to maintain a professional distance from him, this time for real.

A sharp knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. Joongki and Jungkook enter your office, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. 

"Hey," Joongki starts, his voice gentle. "Jungkook here told me you wanted to talk to us both."

You nod, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "Yes, we do. I have something important to disclose." You glance at Jungkook, your anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Mingyu has metal parts on his neck and thigh."

Joongki’s eyes widen in surprise. "Metal parts? What do you mean?"

You turn your computer screen around, showing the pictures you took of Mingyu's racing gear, explaining your solo mission last weekend. "I found these modifications on his gear. They're not standard issue, and I suspect they might be affecting his performance."

Jungkook steps forward, his brow furrowed with concern. "We need to talk to Toto about this. If Mingyu's using illegal modifications, it could change everything."

You shake your head firmly. "No, not yet. We need more evidence before we bring this up to Toto. I need your help, Joongki, to analyse the telemetry data regarding Mingyu's heart rate. Please don’t ask me how I got my hands on them. But I would appreciate it if we could look for any anomalies that might indicate he's using some kind of enhancement."

Joongki nods, his expression serious. "I can help with that. We'll need to go through the data meticulously."

Jungkook looks frustrated, but he doesn’t argue. "Alright, but we need to move quickly. The longer we wait, the more races he could win unfairly."

You nod in agreement, your resolve strengthening. "We will. But we need to do this right. We need to be thorough and have undeniable proof before we make any accusations. There’s enough drama as it is.“

As Joongki and Jungkook leave your office, you let yourself slump further into your chair. Your anger at Jungkook still simmers, but now it’s focused into getting Mingyu, even if it’s only temporarily. You will get to the bottom of this, and you will protect your team’s integrity. And most importantly, you will maintain your professional distance from Jungkook, no matter how difficult it might be.

The rest of Monday and all of Tuesday were consumed with denying interview requests from various tabloids. Toto urged you, Jungkook, and the rest of the team to ignore the rumours and stay focused on the championship. Determined to heed his advice, you spent the last two days immersing yourself in your work, avoiding any moments alone with Jungkook unless they were race-related, and only speaking to him in professional settings.

It's Wednesday afternoon, and you're holed up in your office yet again, eyes glued to the computer screen as you analyse the latest data on Jungkook's performance. The numbers and graphs blur slightly as your thoughts wander back to the headlines and the images that have haunted you for days. You take a deep breath and try to focus, but it’s fruitless. 

Giving yourself a short break, you think back to your school years, a time when fitting in seemed like an insurmountable challenge. The boys back then showed little interest in you, if at all. A handful might have paid attention for a couple of weeks, but it never lasted. You were always different, and it was clear they couldn't quite understand you. Everyone around you insisted that a girl who wore skirts and dresses couldn’t possibly be into Formula 1, much less the engineering aspect of it. They never believed you. You were either too girly or too smart in their eyes, never fitting into the neat little boxes they tried to put you in.

When you went to college, you faced the same skeptical attitudes. Some men showed interest, but by then you had learned to protect your boundaries fiercely. You wouldn't break your rules for anyone, determined to stay true to yourself and your passion. It was a hard-earned lesson: to guard your dreams and your heart equally, not letting anyone diminish what you knew you were capable of. 

Now, working for Jungkook, everything feels different and infinitely more complicated. His charisma is undeniable, a magnetic force that draws you in effortlessly. He's easygoing and fun to be around, which lures out a playful side of you that you couldn’t show when you were younger. With him, you let your guard down in ways you never thought you would. It’s dangerous because you’ve found yourself enjoying his company too much, and it’s affecting your focus. 

Younger you would be disappointed, seeing how your ultimate dream of being a race engineer in Formula 1 has taken a backseat. You worked so hard to get here, to prove everyone wrong, and now you feel it slipping away because of Jungkook’s influence. You remember Toto’s words clearly: you’re supposed to keep Jungkook focused. This is not a game; it's the road to success, the path to a championship win. But how can you keep him focused when every time you're near him, both of your focuses shift only to each other?

It's a horrible realisation. You know Toto is right. There is so much at stake, and losing focus now could cost you everything you've worked for. The road to the championship win requires absolute dedication and unwavering commitment, and any distraction could be disastrous. You try to steel yourself, reminding yourself of the sacrifices you've made and the dreams you've held onto for so long. But Jungkook’s presence makes it all so complicated. You know you have to find a way to regain control, to put your dreams back in the forefront where they belong. This isn't just about your career; it's about proving to yourself and everyone else that you belong here, that you can be both a skirt-wearing girl and a brilliant engineer.

You resolve to tighten your boundaries once more, to not let Jungkook’s charm derail your ambitions. The stakes are too high, and you owe it to your younger self to stay true to the path you’ve carved out against all odds. You can’t afford to lose sight of your goal now.

The door to your office creaks open, and you stiffen, sensing his presence before you even look up.

“Hey,” Jungkook’s voice is soft, almost tentative and you wonder if your thoughts summoned him. “Got a minute?”

You keep your eyes on the screen, pretending to be engrossed in the data. “I’m busy, Jungkook. What do you need?”

He steps closer, his shadow falling over your desk. “You’ve been avoiding me for three days now. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” you reply curtly, still not looking at him. “Can we talk about the throttle position? My data shows your strength lessened during the Monaco race. I think we might need to adjust it before we leave for São Paulo tomorrow.”

Jungkook sighs in frustration. “Can we not do this right now? I’m trying to talk to you.”

You finally look up, meeting his eyes with a steely gaze, hoping the sadness is well hidden. “I am doing my job, Jungkook. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should take it up with someone else.”

He crosses his arms, his jaw clenched. “Why are you acting like this? We were fine before. What changed?”

You stand up, pushing your chair back with more force than necessary. “What changed? Are you serious? Have you seen the headlines? Do you have any idea what this is doing to my career?”

Jungkook’s expression softens slightly, but he doesn’t back down. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. You know that. But avoiding me isn’t solving anything.”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you snap. “I’m trying to stay professional. Something you clearly don’t understand.”

His eyes flash with hurt, but he keeps his voice steady. “But this isn’t just about professionalism, is it?”

You glare at him, refusing to back down. “What else would it be about, Jungkook? All I’ve ever wanted is to do my job well. To be respected for my work and as a person. And now all anyone sees is this…this scandal.” You gesture to your screen, your face not able to hide the deep sadness and helplessness anymore. 

He takes a step closer, his frustration bubbling over. “I didn’t ask for this either! But you’re shutting me out completely. How is that fair?”

“Fair?” you laugh bitterly. “You think this is about fairness? I’m trying to protect my self, Jungkook. Something you don’t have to worry about.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “And what about us? What about the friendship we’ve built? Does that mean nothing to you?”

You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. “Of course it means something. But right now, it’s not my priority.”

“Then what is?” he demands, his voice rising. “What do I have to do to meet your standards?”

The question hangs in the air, and you feel a shockwave of realisation hit you. You’ve been so focused on maintaining your professionalism, on protecting your career, that you’ve overlooked how much this is affecting him too. The intensity of his question, the raw vulnerability in his eyes, leaves you speechless. 

Jungkook takes a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I just…I don’t know what you want from me. I’m trying my best here.”

You swallow hard, your resolve wavering. “I want… I need you to understand that this is my dream job, Jungkook. I’ve worked so hard to get here, and I can’t let anything jeopardise that. Not even…not even you.”

His shoulders slump slightly, the fight draining out of him as you see him swallow dry. “O…okay. But I need us to be okay.”

You look at him, really look at him, and see the toll this is taking on him as well. The tension in his shoulders, the weariness in his eyes. You’ve been so wrapped up in your own fears and frustrations that you’ve failed to see his struggles. And even though this should only affect you professionally so Jungkook can do his best on the track, it stings your heart violently. 

Taking a deep breath, you overpower the urge to step closer to him. “Jungkook, we’re okay. Just…I don’t know…just let us keep our distance when it’s off work.” 

He looks at you, but you can't bear to meet his gaze any longer. Instead, you sit down and stare intently at your screen, trying to ignore the weight of his presence. His voice, barely more than a whisper, reaches your ears. "Okay."

And this time, it's him who leaves.

It’s Thursday as São Paulo gears up for the race weekend. The teams barely had a week to prepare between races, and the stress is written on all faces. 

You find yourself in Joongki’s hotel room, barely landed two hours ago and seated on a plush chair near the window. Jungkook leans against the wall, arms crossed, his face unreadable since your fallout. Joongki sits at the small desk, spread out papers and maps of the track still lying around from the briefing he had with George, but the real discussion is far more covert.

“We need to talk about our next steps regarding Mingyu,” Joongki begins, his voice low and deliberate. “We can’t afford to let him get away with whatever he’s doing. If he wins again, it’ll just raise more questions from Toto you can’t answer.”

You nod, feeling the weight of the task ahead. “I agree, but I won’t get close to him again. Last time was too risky, and I don’t want to leave myself vulnerable like that ever again.”

Joongki sighs, rubbing his temple as you see Jungkook tense up in your peripheral. “I understand, but we need evidence. Without it, we’re just speculating.”

“There has to be another way,” you insist, your voice firmer than you expected. “I’ve already compromised myself once for this job. I won’t throw my dignity away like this again. Ever.”

Jungkook shifts uncomfortably, the memory of that night still fresh in both your minds. He stays silent, but you see the regret in his eyes. He doesn’t argue, just nods in agreement.

Joongki looks between the two of you, sensing the tension. “Alright, let’s brainstorm alternatives. What if we involve Taehyung? He’s got connections and might be able to help us get the data we need.”

You think for a moment, considering the idea. “What kind of data are we talking about? Heart rate was useful, but we need more to expose Mingyu if he’s using some kind of technology to enhance his performance.”

“Three key data types come to mind,” Joongki says, leaning forward, counting on his fingers. “First, we need detailed telemetry data, specifically focusing on his muscle activity and reflex times. If there’s something unnatural there, it’ll show.”

“Agreed,” you say, making a mental note. “What else?”

“Second, we should look at his G-force data during the race,” Joongki continues. “If he’s able to withstand higher G-forces than a normal human, that’s a big red flag.”

“Right, and the third?” Jungkook asks, finally speaking up.

Joongki nods. “We need to analyse his neural response times. If his nerves from his brain to his body are reacting faster than humanly possible, we’ll have our answer.”

You lean back, considering the plan. “It’s risky, but if we can get Taehyung on board, it might just work.”

Jungkook nods, his expression serious. “I’ll talk to him. He trusts me, and he knows what’s at stake.”

“Good,” Joongki says, his tone decisive. “We need to move quickly. The race is in a few days, and we can’t afford any mistakes.”

You all agree, and as you leave Joongki’s room, Jungkook catches your arm, his eyes searching yours.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “For everything. I didn’t realise how much this was affecting you.”

You give him a small, tired smile. “It’s okay. Let’s move on, hm?”

“Right,” he agrees, his grip tightening briefly before he lets go. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”

You both part ways, the weight of the mission pressing down on you. There’s so much at stake, but for now, you focus on the task at hand. It’s time to prepare for the race and gather the evidence you need to uncover the truth.

The next morning, you sit beside Jungkook, this time at his hotel room which is conveniently beside yours. He reaches out to Taehyung, explaining the situation in hushed tones over the phone. Taehyung listens intently, and after a few moments of silence, he agrees to help. You arrange to meet him later that evening after the training is completed, away from prying eyes.

As you walk later that day through the bustling paddock, you can’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. The rumours, the headlines, they all swirl in your mind, but you push them aside. Focus. This is bigger than any scandal. 

That evening, you, Jungkook, and Joongki meet Taehyung in a discreet location off the track. The ambiance of this small bar is casual, but the conversation is anything but.

“I’m in,” Taehyung says, his tone serious. “I’ve got a few contacts who can help us get the telemetry data. Muscle activity, G-force, neural response times—consider it done.”

You exhale in relief. “Thank you, Taehyung. We couldn’t do this without you.”

“Just make sure this doesn’t blow up in our faces,” he warns, though his eyes are filled with determination. “We’re playing a dangerous game.”

“We know,” Jungkook replies, his voice steady. “But we don’t have a choice. If Mingyu is cheating, we need to prove it.”

With Taehyung’s help, the plan is set into motion. Your nerves flare up with every step you take towards the truth about Mingyu. The anticipation is overwhelming, and your thoughts race uncontrollably, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface. 

Additionally to that, every encounter with Jungkook is a test of your resolve. His sad eyes haunt you, reflecting a pain you can almost reach out and touch. It's getting harder to maintain your distance, especially when you see the shadow that has fallen over him. The spark of his playfulness, once so vibrant, has dimmed not only with you but with every member of the team. The laughter and mischief that used to light up your days are now replaced with a heavy silence, and it's something that breaks your heart every time you witness it.

Yet, despite the ache in your chest, you can't let yourself waver. This path, as painful as it is, still seems like the right one. It's better this way, you remind yourself, even as doubt tries to creep in. Sacrifices must be made, and perhaps, in the long run, this will lead to something better for both of you. But the weight of this choice, the cost of maintaining this distance, is a burden you carry alone. And every time you see Jungkook's sad eyes, you're reminded of the price you're both paying.

The pit wall at the São Paulo Grand Prix, the 21st race of the season, stretches before you as the Autódromo José Carlos Pace is alive this Sunday morning with the roar of engines and the fervour of fans. Sheltered from the sun, you communicate with Jungkook through the radio with your heart pounding in sync with Jungkook’s heartbeat on one of your screens. 

"You're doing great, Jungkook. Just keep your focus," you say, watching the telemetry on your screen. Jungkook, in his Mercedes, is in a fierce battle for the lead with Mingyu. The two have been neck and neck for the past ten laps, exchanging positions with each daring overtake and defensive manoeuvre. The Interlagos circuit is testing both drivers to their limits.

Halfway through the race, you spot something unusual. „Animal before you.“ You say hurriedly to Jungkook.

„Got it.“ Jungkook confirms while you lean slightly to Joongki to catch his attention.

“Joongki, look at this,” you pointing to a screen where the live TV broadcast of the race shows a particular scene on loop. “It’s not normal. No one can react that quickly.”

On TV, the scene captured shows as Mingyu approaches a tight turn on the circuit just before Jungkook. Out of nowhere, a capybara wanders onto the track. In a move that seems to defy human capabilities, Mingyu swerves with uncanny precision, narrowly avoiding the animal without losing control or speed. 

Joongki frowns, nodding in agreement. “You’re right. This could be the public attention we need.”

You hum in agreement and get back to monitoring Jungkook, your eyes flicking between the screens. The tension is overwhelming, every second feeling like an eternity.

Lap after lap, Jungkook and Mingyu push each other harder. You keep a close eye on the data, ready to advise Jungkook on the best strategies. "Remember, save your tyres for the final push. We still have a few laps to go."

As the race enters its final laps, the tension mounts. Jungkook is still in second, right on Mingyu's tail. "He's slowing down in the corners. You can take him on the straight," you suggest, knowing the DRS zones can provide the advantage Jungkook needs now that he’s a breath away from Mingyu.

The final lap begins. "This is it, Jungkook. Just stay calm and wait for the right moment," you urge. But you can sense his frustration growing. He's been so close to victory the last races, and this race is no different.

"I'm going for it," Jungkook responds, his voice edged with determination. 

"Jungkook, wait! Not yet, there's—" but before you can finish, you see him dive down the inside into Turn 4. 

Mingyu defends aggressively, leaving just enough space for Jungkook's car. It's a risky move, and you know it. "Jungkook, back off! There's not enough room!" you shout into the radio, but he doesn't listen. 

He overestimates his grip and underestimates the corner's complexity. The front of his car touches Mingyu's rear wheel. Time slows as you watch both cars lose control, skidding off the track and into the barriers. The impact is hard, and debris scatters across the runoff area.

"Jungkook! Are you okay?" you call out, heart pounding out of your chest.

A moment later, his voice comes through, shaken but unhurt. "I'm fine... I'm sorry."

With both Jungkook and Mingyu out of the race, the lead now falls to George. A small drop of bitterness rises in your throat. With shaking hands, you pull off your headset and place it aside. You grab your head, elbows on the table, struggling to process the crash and its consequences, ignoring the cameras pointing at you.

It doesn’t take long for the race to finish, and soon the two wrecked cars are being brought into their respective paddocks, with Jungkook and Mingyu walking closely behind of each car. The high sun illuminates the scene, and the media swarms like bees, eager to capture every moment of the aftermath. Both drivers have barely had time to process what happened, their adrenaline still coursing through their veins.

You keep your distance, avoiding more drama than necessary. You can see the anger etched on Jungkook’s face, and you know Mingyu isn't far behind, his own fury likely brewing. The clash on the track has set the stage for an inevitable confrontation.

The moment Mingyu steps into the paddock, his eyes lock onto Jungkook. There's a brief silence, heavy with tension, before Mingyu strides forward, closing the distance between them. 

"What the hell were you thinking?" Mingyu shouts, his voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. "You just had to push it, didn't you?"

Jungkook's jaw tightens, and he takes a step forward. "I was going for the win, just like you were! It's racing, not a damn parade!"

The media's cameras and microphones are thrust closer, capturing every word. You  take one step towards them, wanting to intervene, but stop. The two drivers are already too far gone. 

"Racing? That wasn't racing, that was reckless! You ruined both our cars!" Mingyu's face is flushed with anger. "Do you even care about the consequences? Or is it all just about you?"

Jungkook's eyes flash with rage. "You think you're the only one who wanted to win? I had every right to go for that gap!"

Mingyu scoffs, his tone dripping with disdain. "Right, idiot. And look where it got us. Out of the race, both of us, because you couldn't stand me being a better driver than you."

The tension escalates, and the crowd around them grows larger. Members of their respective teams are inching closer, ready to intervene if things get out of hand. You stay in near proximity, knowing your presence might help calm Jungkook, but it also makes you a target.

Mingyu steps even closer, invading Jungkook's space. "You know what? Maybe it's your team that's the problem. Clearly, they don't teach you patience or strategy over there," he says, casting a pointed look in your direction.

Jungkook's fists clench at his sides. "Don't you dare talk about my team like that. We race hard, and we race fair. Unlike some people."

Mingyu smirks, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, right. Your race engineer, the one who can't even control her own driver. Pathetic."

The insult directed at you is the final straw. Jungkook's face contorts with fury, and before you or anyone can react, he lunges at Mingyu. They collide, fists swinging and shouts echoing through the paddock. The media captures every second, the flashes of cameras creating a strobe effect around the struggling drivers.

You want to scream for Jungkook to stop, to tell him it's not worth it, but you know you have to keep your distance to avoid escalating the situation. Both men are significantly taller and stronger than you, making it impossible to intervene either verbally or physically.

Mingyu lands a punch on Jungkook's side, and Jungkook retaliates with a jab to Mingyu's jaw. The scuffle intensifies, their movements full of aggression and frustration. The crowd's noise crescendos, a mix of gasps, cheers, and shouts. 

Members of both teams finally manage to break through the throng of media. They grab hold of their respective drivers, trying to separate them. It takes several men from each team to pull the enraged drivers apart.

"Let me go!" Jungkook yells, struggling against the strong arms holding him back. His eyes are locked on Mingyu, who is being restrained by his own team, his face red and his breath heavy.

"Calm down, Jungkook," you say, finally having the courage to step in front of him after more team members are involved. "This isn't the way to handle it."

Jungkook's chest heaves with exertion, but he finally stops struggling. His gaze shifts to you, his expression a mix of anger and regret. "He insulted you," he says, his voice still thick with emotion.

You nod, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know. But this isn't how we respond. We handle it on the track, next time."

Mingyu, now somewhat calmer but still glaring daggers at Jungkook, spits out a final taunt. "Next time, try not to crash into the competition if you want to win."

Jungkook's muscles tense again, but you tighten your grip on his shoulder. "Enough, Jungkook. Let's go."

Reluctantly, he lets his team guide him away from the scene. The media continues to buzz, already crafting headlines for the next day’s news. As you walk away, you hear the murmurs and whispers of the onlookers, the fallout from this incident just beginning.

Back in the relative quiet of the backroom of the Mercedes garage, Jungkook finally allows himself to collapse into a chair, his head in his hands. "I messed up," he mutters, his voice barely audible.

You sit down next to him and run soothing circles on his sweaty back, the tension of the past hours starting to drain from your own body. "Yep," you plop the ‘p’, sighing as you rub his back, “but right now, let's focus on what we can control. We'll get through this."

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and apology. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the door slams open. 

The moment Toto steps into the room, the air seems to crackle with tension. His eyes blaze with fury, and you can feel the temperature drop as he marches towards you and Jungkook. Your hand, which had been offering a fracture of comfort to Jungkook, withdraws instinctively as if burned. Jungkook, too, sits up straighter, his posture rigid, preparing for the wave of wrath that’s about to break.

“What the fuck were you thinking out there?” Toto’s voice is a low, dangerous growl, but it cuts through the room like a knife. He looks directly at Jungkook, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. “I’ve told you time and time again to listen to your fucking team, to your fucking race engineer. We have strategies for a fucking reason!”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, and you can see the battle raging within him. He wants to defend himself, to explain, but he knows better than to interrupt Toto when he’s like this.

“You had no business making that move,” Toto continues, his voice rising. “You were warned. And what do you do? You ignore it, you crash, and you take out Mingyu as well! For fuck’s sake! Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker with a mixture of guilt and defiance. “I thought I could take him,” he says, his voice steady but strained. “I saw a gap and—”

Toto cuts him off with a sharp gesture. “You saw a gap that didn’t exist! You let your ego get the better of you. This isn’t about you; this is about the team. We win together, we lose together. But today, you cost us millions! The fucking car is a wreckage!”

You can feel Toto’s gaze shift to you, and though his anger isn’t as fierce as it is for Jungkook, you know you’re not off the hook. “And you,” he says, pointing a finger in your direction. “Why didn’t you make him stop? You’re his race engineer. It’s your job to keep him in check.”

You open your mouth to respond, to explain that you did try, that you warned Jungkook, but the words die in your throat under Toto’s intense stare. “I did try, Toto. He... he wouldn’t listen,” you manage to say regardless, your voice barely above a whisper.

Toto’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t press further. Instead, he turns back to Jungkook, his anger morphing into a deeper, more personal disappointment. “You are our golden boy, Jungkook. You have the talent, the skill, the potential to be the best. We’ve given you every opportunity, every resource. And you repay us by throwing it all away? By starting a god damn fight in the paddock?”

Jungkook flinches as if struck. The fight with Mingyu is still fresh in everyone’s mind, the footage likely already spreading across social media, casting a shadow over the team’s reputation. “He insulted our team,” Jungkook mutters, but there’s no conviction in his voice now, only regret.

“And you think that justifies physical violence?” Toto’s tone is incredulous, again rising in volume. “This isn’t some fucking street brawl; this is Formula 1. You have to be better than that. You have to show restraint, control.”

Jungkook lowers his head, and says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

There’s a moment of silence, heavy and oppressive. Then, Toto sighs, the anger in his eyes dimming slightly, replaced by a weary frustration. “You let your team down. You did. But you’re also one of the best drivers we’ve ever had. That’s why that’s even worse.”

He steps closer, his voice softening just a fraction. “You have special privileges because you’ve earned them, because you usually win us races and championships. But those privileges come with responsibility. You have to be a leader, an example for the team. Not a liability.”

Jungkook nods, swallowing hard. “I understand. I’ll do better. I promise.”

Toto nods, accepting the apology but not yet ready to forgive. “You’d better. We’re running out of races, and this championship is slipping away. We need you at your best, not just on the track, but off it as well.”

He turns to you again, his expression still stern but not as harsh. “And you. Make sure he listens next time. If he doesn’t, find a way to make him. We can’t afford another day like today.”

You nod quickly, relief mixing with the residual tension. “I will, boss.”

Toto takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly, trying to release some of the pent-up frustration. “All right. Both of you, get some rest. We’ll debrief tomorrow at the headquarters. And Jungkook,” he adds, his tone softening slightly, “take some time to cool down. We need you focused, not fired up. Fucking hell, I’m off doing damage control with the FIA. So pray you won’t be banned from the next race!”

As Toto leaves the room, the door closing with a heavy thud, you and Jungkook are left in the silence. Jungkook leans back in his chair, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply. The weight of the day’s events is clearly bearing down on him.

You sit beside him, the anger and fear from earlier now replaced by a shared sense of resolve. “We’ll get through this,” you say quietly, massaging your temples. “Just a little more time and we’ll have enough evidence.”

Jungkook opens his eyes, meeting your gaze. “Thanks,” he says, his voice dripping with emotions you refuse to place. “For everything.”

You nod, offering a small, reassuring smile.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, the enormity of the day slowly sinking in. It isn’t much but the company you offer each other suffices.

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An Urgent Matter - Claude von Riegan x Reader 🍋

Uhhhh this idea popped into my head don’t @ me lmao

Content warning: exhibitionism if you squint

It had been too long since you’d had a morning to yourselves. Luckily, this one was all too perfect. The sun streamed through the window of Claude’s old dormitory at Garegg Mach, meaning you were free from the Alliance Roundtables that kept your lover tied up.

Instead, it was just you and Claude, basking in the sunlight and in one another. You knew the look in Claude’s eyes all too well when you woke up, and you were more than thrilled about it. Your relationship had been kept fairly under wraps—for safety concerns, of course, since Claude didn’t want to give anyone in the Empire any reason to take you hostage—so times like this came few and far between.

Claude’s lips trailed down your jaw and neck as his hands roamed your body. He’d pulled you into his lap for easier access to your breasts, gripping at them as his mouth eventually found the flesh there. Claude always treated you like the second coming of the Goddess when you were like this, and since there were no plans for this morning, he took his sweet time with his body worship of you.

You rolled your hips against his lap, feeling eager. Claude chuckled against your nipple and looked up at you through his eyelashes. Even without his teeth against one nipple and his fingers pinching the other, the eroticism of how he looked at you was enough to spread warmth from your core to your lower body. You could feel his cock just beneath you, hard and long as you rolled your hips again. Claude moaned this time, and he released your nipple with a light popping sound.

“You’re soaked already, love.”

“You have that effect on me.”

Claude moved his hands from your chest to your hips to guide you onto him. You couldn’t help your own moan as he filled you, slow and steady as he had all morning. His lips found yours for a passion-fueled kiss before he left a trail of kisses along your shoulders. You found a smooth rhythm that allowed you to feel every inch of Claude inside you, and he took his time in both bottoming out and withdrawing over and over again.

A knock at Claude’s door startled you just as you were on the precipice of sheer bliss, but he paid it no mind and carried on.

“Claude?”

It was Lorenz.

“Should we..?” You whispered.

“Nah. He’ll probably go away.”

Lorenz knocked again. “Claude, I know this was a rest day for our troops, but this is an urgent matter.”

Claude rolled his eyes. “Now’s a bad time, Lorenz.” He didn’t stop his thrusts, but ran one of his hands up your body, your neck, and then grasped your jaw with it. Claude put a finger to your lips before pushing it past, silencing you. He winked as he did it.

“Claude, I implore you, you must come at once.”

“Not now, Lorenz.” The fact that Claude was able to maintain his typical cool composure was impressive.

“As I have said, this is an urgent matter!”

“I promise it’s not more urgent than what I’m doing. I’ll meet you in the council room in ten minutes, alright?”

Claude brought the hand that wasn’t in your mouth down to between your legs to rub at your clit as he continued as if Lorenz wasn’t there. You stifled your moan against his finger.

“Unacceptable. We have received word from the scouts in Bergliez territory. I shall remain here until you come out, lest I break down this door myself.”

Claude chuckled. “Trust me, you don’t wanna do that.”

He mouthed to you and worded, “Sorry about him,” and picked up the pace on your clit to apologize further. As you clenched around Claude’s cock, you expected him to withdraw so he could speak to Lorenz, but he only picked up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm and testing how well his finger in your mouth could really quiet you.

“You are so good for me,” Claude said, his voice low in his whisper. “Let’s see if I can get a second out of you before he freaks out.”

He didn’t change the pace, but upped the intensity of his thrusts. It took everything in you to not moan with pleasure, and while you were used to having to keep quiet so those passing by wouldn’t hear, this was certainly a first.

“Claude, what is going on in there?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

As your second orgasm wash over you, you felt Claude’s cock tense up before releasing into you, lightly pulsing. He moved his hands to massage your hips and kiss you all at once, relishing in how close you two were. He helped you off of his lap and kissed your forehead once you were seated next to him.

“Here.” He handed you the sheets and blanket so you could cover yourself. “I’ll see what he wants. Stay put.”

As Claude quickly tossed his pants on, you cast the spell you learned from a tome in Abyss so you wouldn’t be with child and wrapped yourself in the sheets and blanket to the best of your ability. Even if Lorenz didn’t see you, a quick look at Claude made it fairly clear what the hold up was: his lips were a bit swollen and his hair was even more tousled than usual.

Lorenz gasped when Claude opened the door.

“What about the scouts?”

“Claude! Do you have no respect for me that you couldn’t bother to get decent?”

Claude held his arms out to the side before dropping them to his chest. “Best I could do for now. What’s so urgent?”

“Is… is that..?”

“And so what if it is?”

“Why, I—”

“Choose your words carefully. I doubt it would do you any favors with the ladies of the Alliance if word got out that you looked when you shouldn’t have.”

Lorenz huffed, but conceded. “Very well. I shall meet you in the council room in ten minutes.”

Lorenz left without another word. Claude sighed as he closed the door and locked it behind him. He returned to bed and wrapped an arm around you, bringing him to his side.

“Hopefully this doesn’t take too long. No matter what, though, I promise I’ll treat you to tea later, alright?”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Claude pressed your foreheads together before he kissed your nose. “You’re free to come, if you like.”

“I don’t think I can look Lorenz in the eye right now.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.” He kissed you again with the same slowness he had all morning, wishing he could feel the sun on your skin for just a few moments longer.

[mindofharry]

Stepdadrry pleaseeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️

A small little angsty blurb of harry having to deal with a moody child for the first time! enjoy!

Being a dad is something harry has always wanted.

It’s something he’s dreamt about. So when he met you, it was like fate. You two had met at a museum, Y/N was doing the tours and harry was new to town. Harry had been looking for a home for quite a long time and finally found a good one. The only downside was it was in a small village — or maybe it was good. When Harry first moved, he realised everyone in the village knew everyone. So when Harry permanently moved in, he was the talk of the town.

It died down after a few weeks, but he felt like a proper celebrity.

After finding a job in a local café, Harry went exploring and came across Y/N’s small museum. It was nothing fancy, but it looked like the town came together and put this museum up with historical facts about the village. It was something super special, and harry was glad he got to be apart of this.

When he first saw Y/N, his heart practically burst out of his chest. Harry bit his lip and his eyes widened as she turned around from behind the desk. Her long hair was in neat braids, and she was wearing this beautiful yellow sun dress. Y/N had paint on her hands and arms and a flower tucked behind her ear. There was one word to describe Y/N and that word was; perfect.

“Are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before” Y/N asked with a big smile, maybe because she was so excited a new person was here or because he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

“Yeah, I moved here two weeks ago. You’re the first person to have an actual conversation with me” Harry said leaning against the wall. Y/N shook her head and took the flower out of her hair placing it on his harry coat pocket.

“Well, aren’t you lucky?”

And Harry was.

After asking her on a date he knew she was the one. Y/N is kind, selfless and so funny. He found is other match. On the third date, Y/N seemed nervous. Like she was itching to tell him something. Harry then started to get anxious, thinking this is it, this is the time she breaks up with me. So the night was tense, everyone felt it. When dinner was over, Harry drove you back to his and opened up a bottle of wine trying to ease the tension a little.

“I… I have to tell you something” Y/N said and put the glass of wine on the table. Harry nodded his head and took a deep breath in, preparing himself for the worst.

“I have a kid”

A kid?

Harry started to laugh.

“Baby, that’s what you were so afraid to tell me?” He giggled and Y/N nodded looking down at her feet. Harry sighed and placed his wine on the table, then lifting Y/N into his lap placing both of his hands on her cheeks.

“I do not care if you have children, Y/N. I like you and whatever comes with you. Tell me about them”

Y/N’s child is a boy, River, fours year old and a total sweetheart. He’s so smart and has the best manners. His dad is still in the picture, but he works a lot so he doesn’t get to see River as much as he’d like to. But there’s no bad blood between Y/N and River’s dad, the relationship just didn’t work out. But Y/N’s glad she’s gotten a second chance, because she’s found her soulmate. Some people aren’t ready to take on that role, and she’d never put anyone in that position unless they 110% ready for it. She knows River will absolutely love Harry.

Harry knew about River now, it was like a weight had lifted off of Y/N’s chest and she could fully relax now.

She wanted Harry to meet River as soon as possible, but she needed to wait it out a bit just in case something were to happen. She doesn’t want to introduce them and only for her and Harry to break up in a couple of weeks. It would be too confusing for everyone, so Harry and River didn’t meet until two months after Harry and Y/N made it official. Y/N had been dropping hints for those months, and River seems to like his dad’s girlfriend, so she thought now was the right time to do it.

“Hi buddy! I’m Harry” Harry introduced himself, giving River the teddy bear he picked up on the way here. Y/N smiled to herself as River hugged Harry. That surprised Harry a bit, but he quickly reciprocated the warm hug with a huge grin.

“You and mumma are together like daddy and Sandra?” River asked and Harry looked up to Y/N, she nodded.

“Yeah, we are together. Is that alright with you?”

River smiled and nodded, “Only if you watch Toy story with me.”

As time went on, River got more comfortable with Harry and vice versa. He didn’t call him dad or anything, nobody would force him to. But they do have special nicknames for each other and River once called Harry his best friend — which totally melted Y/N’s heart.

Harry is a such a great step dad. Y/N could ask for anyone better. He constantly supports Y/N and River in everything, and is just the best person to be around.

Harry and Y/N got married two years into their relationship when River turned six.

It’s been a tough year for River, since he just started school and is finding it hard to make friends. Y/N has talked to the school and they’ve said that this is very normal, and they’re going to encourage him and look after him every step of the way. Y/N has been looking for play therapists for days, but she’s still not sure on the idea.

But River has been acting out. Taking it out on Y/N and not being very nice to her. Harry hates it, he’s tried to tell him off in the nicest way possible, but he’s just not cut out for being bad cop. Usually Y/N says she can handle it, and she does.

But today was different.

After dropping River off at school Y/N and Harry decided to go out for brunch. Y/N hasn’t been herself with River in a mood, so Harry wanted to treat his wife to something nice. Something to cheer her up a little.

“Nice to see you smiling,” Harry said kissing her temple.

“Just worried about him. He’s never been like this before.”

“How about I talk to him? Tell him his behaviour is unacceptable. I hate seeing you so upset, baby.” Harry said and Y/N sighed pecking his lips.

“His dad is away on a work thing, so I guess me and you and can talk to him together? I just don’t want him to think this behaviour is ok, but I just wish his dad was here more often” Y/N stressed, Harry pulled her chair closer to his, placing both of his hands on her cheeks calming her slightly.

“We’ll talk to him after dinner. Together.”

And so dinner finally came and Harry was a little nervous, he’s not going to lie. Usually if Rivers being bold Y/N handles it, but he’s not usually like this — but they get it, going to big school is a huge change. River just needs to know his behaviour is not acceptable, but if he ever needs to talk about anything then they’ll be here.

“River, Harry and I need to talk to you.” Y/N said as River tried to disappear up to his room.

River shrugged and continued to walking.

“Buddy, your mums talking to you” Harry said placing a hand on Y/N’s hand. River pouted, but still stood in his spot. “Why don’t you come back over and sit with us?” Harry said and River shook his head. Y/N sighed placing a hand on her forehead, blinking away the tears.

“Fine, we’ll do this here then.”

“There’s something going on with you and we want to help. Your behaviour has been unacceptable the last couple of weeks. We just want to know what’s going on, ok? Mummy and Harry are here to help.”

River groaned and walked towards the table. “I don’t want to talk.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s ok. You don’t have to talk to us right now. But you need to know that you can’t be cheeky with us like that anymore. It’s upsetting, River. If it keeps going on, they’ll be punishments and you don’t like them do you?” Y/N said trying to reason with him.

River was having absolutely none of this. Harry could tell. He didn’t want to get in the middle of Y/N’s parenting, but he didn’t want them to fight or end up saying something they’d regret.

“Riv, we just want to help-“

“Stop talking to me, you’re not even my real dad. You’ll be out of here in no time” River yelled, running out of the room.

It was quiet and Harry let out a little laugh, Y/N placed a hand on his and started to profusely apologise.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, you were just trying to help I get that. I’m so sorry”

Harry shook his head and sighed, “He’s right, i’m not his real dad. Was just trying to deescalate the situation. Bad move on my part” Harry said throwing the napkin on his plate.

“No, this is not on you. You did the same exact thing I would’ve.”

Y/N went to move, but harry put his hand in the air. “He’s angry, let’s just leave him for a bit. Let him calm down, then i’ll go talk to him.”

“You’re a good dad, Harry.” Y/N said kissing his forehead before bringing the plates over to the sink.

Harry let River calm down for about 30 minutes and then made Y/N a cup of tea. He didn’t like her being so anxious. After that, he made his way upstairs to Rivers room. The door had a note on it saying “Harry and mummy keep out”. He laughed to himself, before knocking on the door. There was a small grumble, so harry let himself in and leaned against the door frame. River was playing with his toys like nothing happened.

“Wanna play with me Harry?” River asked passing him a toy.

Harry sighed and sat down next to River.

“You know what you said really hurt my feelings?” Harry said and River pouted.

“And you’re behaviour has really upset mummy. Made her cry.” Harry said and River put down his car toy. “Just don’t like the school. Makes me nervous.” River said and Harry nodded placing the boy in his lap.

“And why does it make you nervous?”

“Because no one wants to be my friend, Harry.”

Harry sighed and kissed Rivers head.

“You know, me and mummy are going to go up to the school and yell so loud at the teachers” Harry joked and River giggled into harry’s chest.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry i said you’re not my real dad. You are my dad.” River said and Harrys eyes filled up with tears.

“I love you, River”

“Love you too”

“Now let’s go give mumma a kiss before she gets jealous.”

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

Hey! I read for dad! Lucifer post and seeing that your requests were open I wanted to know if I could ask for a second part to it, maybe how things evolve between Lucifer and his child and your relationship?

If not, could I request a similar scenario (the dad angst) with Mammon? Thanks a lot!

Much Better Off (Dad!Mammon x F!Reader)

A/N : Wew boy, at this point the only brother's who haven't been made into shitty angsty dads are Leviathan, Satan, and Beel (who already has a dad!fic I just can't make him an asshole... I just can't see it, he's a teddy bear, he would never do anything to hurt MC) Word Count : 3K Warnings : pregnancy; maternity; children; babies; child birth; labor; angst

Mammon would do anything for you, that much was made very clear. He loved you wholeheartedly, he was devoted to you, he was the perfect boyfriend all around. That’s why you weren’t worried, you felt like you didn’t have to be worried, you assumed that he would be there with you, for you, standing right beside you as you both went through this together. Who would have thought that this was the one thing that he didn’t want to take part in with you? Not you…

“Are ya kiddin’ me!? I ain’t ready for a damn kid! Look at me!” He shouted as you sat on the edge of his bed, twirling your fingers as you waited for him to stop ranting. The worst part was that you hadn’t even told him the news, you had just asked him how he felt about having a child together. Seeing his reaction made you want to turn, walk out now before he got any more upset than he already was. “Why’re ya askin’ anyways? We don’t need no kid, we got each other. How we gonna do anything with some baby screamin’ and cryin’ all the time? Gotta think about these things babe.” Your lip quivered as you continued to listen to him, his stance on the situation already clear to you before you had told him anything at all. The sight of you on the verge of crying made him shut up, cocking his head to the side as he studied your expression. “What’sa matter? Why’re ya cryin’?” “Whatever, Mammon. Just leave me alone. You think you can do that?” You snapped at him, quickly wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve as you got up from the bed, walking to the door as he watched, clearly confused and unable to think of a time when you had snapped at him, let alone told him to leave you alone. He didn’t get it, and he didn’t think that he had said anything wrong. Asking him how he felt about having a kid was a silly question, especially considering who he was. Did you really think he’d be able to put his money towards some infant? It was hard enough already to share his money with you. You walked into your room, staring at the little white stick that laid on your desk, the two pink lines that had sparked joy in you only moments ago now felt like two walls, and they were closing in on you much too fast. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, unsure of who you were even saying it to, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Sorry to yourself for believing that Mammon was capable of actually growing up, of taking responsibility. Sorry to Mammon for having that much hope in him, for almost placing so much responsibility on the shoulders of someone who couldn’t even zip up his pants without getting his dick caught in the zipper on the first try. But most of all, sorry to the child that you were carrying who had an absolute imbecile as a father and a mother with poor judgement for even thinking that he would potentially make a good father.

Mammon stood outside your bedroom door, his hand raised as he wondered whether he should knock or just walk right in. Surely you’d be pissed at him either way, but he heard the soft sounds of your breathing and he knew that you were sleeping. He should have walked away, he should have waited for you to wake up so he could actually talk to you, but he needed to know what was wrong, what the reason was for bringing up a child, and he hoped that he’d find the answers somewhere in your room. He opened the door carefully, making sure the hinges didn’t squeak or squeal to alert you that he was there. Seeing you curled up on the bed, holding tightly onto your pillow with the blankets wrapped around you, it hurt just a little. You should be holding onto him like that. You would have been holding onto him like that if you hadn’t walked out the way you did. He sighed quietly, turning away from your sleeping form on the bed to go back to searching, his eyes going straight to your desk. There could be something in your notebooks, or maybe in your bag. He wasn’t against going through people's things, it just felt strange to do it when they were in the room. Before he could even start flipping through the pages of your books though, his eyes focused on the little white stick. He didn’t know what it was, he had never seen anything like it before. “What the…?” He clicked his tongue, studying the stick for a little bit more before shoving it in his pocket and leaving your room. He may not know what it is, but surely one of his brothers would know, and the main brother he was thinking of was right down the hall, most likely with his face stuck between the pages of a book. “Hey! D’ya know what this is?” Mammon asked, walking into Satan’s room unannounced as usual, grabbing the stick out of his pocket and holding it up in front of his brother's face. He didn’t understand why Satan looked so disgusted, or why he smacked the stick away and out of his hand. “Jeesh… I was jus’ askin’. What’s yer problem anyway?” He mumbled, bending down to pick the stick up off the floor and shoving it back into his pocket. Satan looked on at his brother incredulously, like he was looking at the biggest idiot in the entire universe, and he was pretty sure that he actually was looking at the biggest idiot in the universe. “You don’t know what that is? At all? What’s it like being so clueless all the time?” Mammon didn’t have time for his little brother’s ridicule or mocking, he just needed to know what the stick was, it might give him some answers as to why you’re so upset. He stood there staring at Satan, his hands on his hips as he waited for a real answer. “It’s a pregnancy test, you dunce! How do you not know that?” Satan groaned, flipping his book open once more, only for Mammon to drop the test between the pages, looking down at his brother with wide eyes. “What’s it sayin’?” He whispered, almost too scared to ask too loudly. He didn’t want any of the other brothers to hear him, he didn’t need them to know. He didn’t want Satan to know either, but he was the smartest brother in the house aside from Lucifer, he was just too scared of how Lucifer would react. “She’s pregnant. Congratulations. Can I get back to my book now?”

The news was out, and you didn’t know if it was relieving that you didn’t have to tell him yourself or if you were more pissed than anything that he had gone into your room and snooped through your things without you knowing. “So when was ya gonna tell me, huh?! Or did ya jus’ plan on hidin’ it till the kid popped out? Betcha was gonna try’na surprise me… Well now ya know… I don’t like them kinda surprises! I don’t want no kids!” He had stormed into your room screaming it, out the window with his plan of keeping it a secret from his brothers. They had all gathered around the door to listen to the fool and watch as he made a scene. You watched on in complete disbelief, holding your pillow tighter against your body as he continued ranting and raving. “All yer fault too! Ya got all jealous ‘cause the ‘ttention I was gettin’ so ya try tah ruin my modelin’, tie me down with some kid that I ain’t want. Who’s the stupid one now? Huh?!” You were on the verge of tears, bringing the pillow up to your face to hide behind it as he continued spewing whatever nonsense his brain could come up with, anything to shift the blame off of himself. “Mammon!” Lucifer’s voice rang loud as he pushed through the crowd of brother’s that had all been looking on in shock. “All of you, back to your rooms. Now!” No one dared to go against him, not even Satan and Belphegor, they all scurried away, but you didn’t doubt for a second that they would be listening from the doors of their rooms, waiting to see what kind of punishment Mammon would get for not only talking to you that way, but also getting you pregnant. “Down to my office.” His voice was stern, he wasn’t messing around. For once, Mammon stood up to Lucifer. He was on a power trip after yelling at you that way, and there was no end in sight. “No. I’m gettin’ outta here. I ain’t lettin’ no human hold me back, and I ain’t lettin’ no human kid hold me back or take my money. The Great Mammon is leavin’, and I don’t want no one ta follow me either.” He strode out of the room, his head held high as if saying all of that made him feel more powerful than ever. Maybe it did, maybe he got a rise out of it, you weren’t sure. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything anymore. “Y/N, are you alright? Do you need anything?” You could tell that Lucifer was enraged. The way Mammon had spoken to you and him was unacceptable on every level, but with Mammon gone, you had become his priority, the center of attention. He smiled weakly to you, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed as he awkwardly patted your legs through the blanket. “Are you thirsty? Do you need anything to eat?” You could tell that he wasn’t good at this. Comforting others wasn’t his forte, but he was trying his best, and it was appreciated. “Tissues?” You said weakly, finally letting the pillow fall away from your face. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying and repeatedly wiping them against the pillowcase. Your nose was just as red from sniffling so much and Lucifer pitied you. He knew that this wasn’t entirely your doing, Mammon was just being an asshole and trying to find a way out of any responsibility, as he always did. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to you with a soft smile, but you were a little confused. Why was he being so nice? “Aren’t you mad at me too?” Lucifer chuckled, reaching out to pat your head softly before standing up again. “Mammon is an idiot, but he somehow has charm. Humans cannot deny him, try as they might, and you were no exception to that charm. He wasn’t careful, which is the case with most things that he is involved with. You didn’t know that something like this could happen, you most likely didn’t believe that it could, but he knew, and he didn’t care. Such are Mammon’s mistakes.” He sighed heavily, grabbing the pillow that you had dropped and placing it behind your head again. “You need to relax, be calm. I’ll bring you some tea and soup. How does that sound?” You nodded slowly, relaxing against the pillow as you dabbed away the tears that had begun to fall. It was strange that Lucifer was

acting this way, you weren’t used to him seeming like he cared, but it was welcomed and much needed.

Mammon rarely ever came back to the house after he left, only dropping by to pick up clothes or random items that he might have left behind, but he never looked at you or talked to you. He never asked about the child that was on the verge of busting out any day now, he didn’t even ask his brothers how you were doing or how you were feeling, never asking if you needed help. He didn’t care, he never cared. “Y/N, how are you feeling today?” Lucifer asked as he walked into your room. It was something that you had now gotten used to, his constant appearances to make sure that you and his brother's child were healthy and well rested. He had, in a sense, taken over, not wanting to leave you to go through this kind of thing on your own. “You’re very close to the delivery and you haven’t gotten a crib or bassinet yet? Is she going to be sleeping on the floor?” He asked, looking around the room. You giggled lightly, shaking your head as you watched him walk further in. “I’m feeling good, thank you. And no… no crib or bassinet. I was thinking she could sleep in the bed with me.” You mused, rubbing your hand over your swollen stomach and feeling your daughter kick against your touch. “A lot of parents do that so they don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night. At least until she’s old enough to sleep on her own.” You shifted, swinging your feet over the side of the bed and quickly walked over to help you up, tsking his tongue at you. “If you spoil her from the moment she comes out, she’ll never willingly sleep on her own. I’ll order one from Akuzon and have it shipped here, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes at Lucifer, patting the side of your bed, motioning for him to sit down. “What is it? Contractions? Do you need me to hold your hand?” He was taking this so seriously, you still weren’t sure whether to be shocked or happy that he had stepped in when Mammon had walked out. He sat down, grabbing your hand before you had even told him what you needed, brushing his thumb along your knuckles. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands and then back up at him, letting out a small giggle. “I was actually just thinking that you’ve done so much… And I’m not even sure why… But you’ve never actually felt her kick. Do you want to? She’s moving around a lot this morning, I think she’s trying to get out.” You pursed your lips, watching for his expression. You could tell he was thinking, his eyes landing on your stomach as he watched the little waves that your daughter made beneath your skin. It was oddly satisfying to watch, and he had been wondering what it would feel like, so he slowly reached his other hand out to place on top of your stomach right before she kicked again. “Does it hurt?” He wasn’t exactly asking you, more so asking himself as she continued kicking against him which had a small smile forming at his lips. “She’s definitely trying to get out… I should order that bassinet now. I don’t think she’ll be in there much longer.” He quickly got up, standing straight as he smiled kind of awkwardly down at you. “Let me know if you need anything while I’m gone.”

Lucifer was right. Your daughter decided that she wanted out that night, and he was with you the entire time. He never left your side at the hospital, and he had even been the first one to hold her, placing his finger in the palm of her tiny hand for her to wrap her fingers around. “Let’s just hope you’re nothing like your father…” He whispered before handing her off to you, leaning in to kiss the top of your head as he brushed the hair out of your face. “You did wonderfully, Y/N. I’m so very proud of you.” Going back home was nice, all of the brothers were standing in the entryway waiting for you. They were all lined up, waiting to hug you and extend their congratulations before all getting a look at your daughter who Lucifer held close to his chest. If none of them had heard Mammon’s outburst at the beginning of your pregnancy, they all would have assumed that she was Lucifer’s based on the way he looked at her alone. With all the excitement and everything that was going on, you hadn’t even noticed Mammon who was standing next to the stairs, his eyes focused on Lucifer, but you couldn’t read his expression, not clearly. “So yer back home…” He muttered, finally stepping forward. “And ya brought the kid with ya…” You heard Lucifer growl quietly, not even realizing how close he had gotten until you turned around and saw him standing right behind you. Mammon’s eyes squinted as he looked between you and Lucifer before he started laughing loudly, waking up your daughter who had been sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s arms. “Oh! Don’t tell me, Lucifer… yer datin’ my girl now… and ya tryin’ ta play dad ta my kid. Is that what this is?” What you weren’t expecting was to feel one of Lucifer’s arms wrap around you, pulling you a little closer to him, still growling, but much more quietly. “That’s exactly what this is. Except I’m not playing anything, I’m sure the child will be much better off with a more responsible father such as myself. Anyway, thank you for dropping by, have a great night.” Your eyes went wide as you turned to look back at the oldest brother. Was that what this was? You hadn’t even known… but… he was so good to you, and you could already see how good he was with your daughter… When was he planning on actually telling you though? He smiled down at you, rolling his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could barely hear Mammon’s gasp over your own. “I’m sorry, dear. I had a much better speech prepared for this, but as per usual, Mammon ruined it.” He brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before handing you your daughter. “I’ll be right up, I just want to show Mammon out the door this time.”

[sugamamacustard]

Rut

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW

Request: Hi, custard💕 your writing is soso wonderful! Can I request headcanons about alpha!Kuroo, alpha!Atsumu, alpha!Sakusa (separately) going into rut with his fem!omega!S/O?

Summary: You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Author’s Note: Holy wow guys, going through my requests, there’s a lot of Sakusa ones. So I caved and decided this is a good a place as any to start with him! And thank you so much! 

I’m vibrating bc I just got accepted into Uni and just-

Requests: Open!

WARNING: Smut, Daddy Kink in Atsumu, slight bondage in Sakusa’s. Please give me some daddy kink asks

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵Ah yes, thirst asks. One of my favorites- even if I try keeping up the innocent writer façade. I’m not. My other blog has some filthy smut on it. 

➵ Anyway, moving on. 

➵    Kuroo is a rough lover as is. He teases, he drags you along a long, long road for you orgasm, pounding you into the mattress. and drawing all sorts of pathetic mewls out of you.

➵It’s okay to drool.

➵It’s just his alpha instincts that make him want to mark you from tit to toe. 

➵He, on a normal basis, bites you and claws your hips anyway, but when his rut hits?

➵He’s feral. 

➵ There will be bite marks littered up and down your spine and bruises practically imprinted on your hips. 

➵You better believe you are not leaving your nest until his rut is done. You are stuck. 

➵Though he’s always ears open incase you need to tap out, his alpha always always putting you first.

➵But if you stick through it?

➵He is rough and feral and pounding into your poor abused entrance until your sobbing. 

➵ You most likely have to plan for his rut two weeks in advance 

➵Which is hard between dancing around his pre-rut symptoms and prepping yourself for what is sure to be a week of pure, filthy sex. 

➵Okay let’s side bar into Pre-rut bc I don’t think I went into a lot. 

➵Tetsuro’s Pre-rut isn’t terrible. He mostly just sticks around as often as he can, growling at anyone who steps too close to you, feeding you his lunch, scenting you constantly. 

➵Definitely one of the better ones to have during this time, I tell ya. 

➵But of course, he makes it a little difficult while your trying to discreetly stock up on easy grab snacks and water jugs. 

➵Kenma helps out a lot though, he honestly is probably your best friend is your dating Kuroo.

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The hand around your throat kept you pinned to the plush bottom of your nest. Your mewls and moans were muffled but at this point you couldn’t hear them, even if you wanted too, through the blood rushing through your ears. Your hips hurt with how hard Tetsuro was gripping them, pulling you in time with his thrusts. 

“Fuck kitten.” His growl had you gushing slick around his cock, making him, in turn, growl lower. His hips were moving at such a rapid pace, you couldn’t see them, even if you wanted to. All you could do was feel his cock drag in and out of your gushing hole, pleasure wringing your stomach like a wet towel. 

“Alpha- Alpha, gonna- gonna cum on your- your- holy FUCK-” You turned your head to bite the pillows beneath you, feeling yourself tighten around Tetsuro. He sunk his teeth into your mating mark, making you gasp as you came with a loud whimper, pushing back onto him as he continued fucking you within an inch of any actual thoughts. 

Just your alpha and how good he was making you feel. 

You felt his hips still as a warm load of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim and making you hum in bliss.  Tetsuro chuckled, unlatching from your neck and lapping at the pearls of blood poking through. He allowed you to catch your breath before pulling you to sit on his thighs, cock still buried deep inside of you-- his knot just barely staying out. 

“Good kitten. Now, let’s see if I can fuck some pups into you.”

Atsumu Miya

➵Alright, let’s set the seeds of how I imagine one of the Miya’s in bed. 

➵Atsumu absolutely adores the earth you walk on. 

➵Even if he had to fight Osamu for you in the beginning. It was all worth it. 

➵He treated you well, worshipping you in bed. There is never a time he hasn’t had you quivering because of his tongue. 

➵He, however, is also such an asshole in the bedroom. 

➵Like yes, he’s pulling you to sit on his face, but yes, he’s also edging you until your sobbing and grinding your self against him. 

➵If your riding him, he’s suddenly holding your hips down and making you cockwarm him while he does some sort of shit on his phone. 

➵If he’s holding you missionary, he can just as quickly can pull you into a mating press, locking your arms between your chest and knees, absolutely pounding into your poor entrance. 

➵ So while Atsumu can be generous and can absolutely worship you, he also can and will be a huge asshole. 

➵His rut doesn’t make it any better. 

➵He just gets worse.  

➵He either makes you sob with pleasure or beg for something. 

➵Like, you thought Atsumu would be the horny, needy, whiny one?

➵You thought wrong. Atsumu knows exactly how to turn his hormones against you, make them work for him

➵Side bar once more: Atsumu’s pre-rut? SUCKS-

➵Sorry not sorry. 

➵This man prolly doesn’t realize his rut is approaching until you pop into the gym, excusing him from practice for the week.

➵He doesn’t care about it before that. Sorry man.

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“Is your alpha’s cock not enough for you?” His voice was silky as he hissed at you, fingers clawing at your hips, keeping you perched just above his knot. “I thought I was the horny one.” 

You whimpered above him, hands clawing his shoulders as you struggled to hold yourself up. You didn’t want to disappoint daddy, did you?

A harsh smack to your ass had you yelping, throwing your head back as you cried out a mix between a chirp and a moan. 

“Answer Daddy when he’s talking to you.” 

“I’m sorry Daddy- so sorry! I promise to be good. Be good for Daddy. Patient and good. Daddy’s cock fills me so nicely-”  You yelped when another smack stung your ass cheeks, making you shut your mouth. 

Atsumu grumbled into your chest, loosening his grip ever so slightly before pulling you up, quickly slamming you down before repeating the process. He ignored any protest you gave, instead chasing his own release. Slick dripped between your thighs, coating his own thighs as well. 

“Is my prince(ss) making a mess of themselves?” He snickered, keeping his pace as you built up to your orgasm. You nodded wildly, trying to keep up with his brutal pace. 

“Just for daddy!” You yelped, throwing your head onto his shoulder. “Daddy- gonna-gonna cum!” 

You nearly cried when he stopped, feeling him chuckle into your chest.  

“Not yet, sweet cheeks. After all...This week is all about daddy.” 

Kiyoomi Sakusa

➵Sakusa, Sakusa, Sakusa. Where do I begin with you sweet prince. 

➵ You know what, we’ll start with our sidebar. 

➵It’s not you prepping. It’s him. He like- hardcore- nests. Like he’s the alpha, yeah, but there’s so many things he has to prep.

➵Like your nest? All the blankets have to be sanitized and re-scented and the pillows have to be washed and re fluffed-

➵His room (Where you keep one of many nests) has to be cleaned and reorganized and he has to restock your snack stash and purify the water jugs-

➵God he just has so much to do okay-

➵Sex itself is just a lot of work for poor Sakusa.

➵He’s come a long way though. 

➵Only for you though. 

➵I can imagine Omi being super into Toys because less... ya know... 

➵He’ll still fuck you until your knees wobble and knock together, but he’s also into the little bullet vibrators that he can hold onto your nipples or clit (Dependent) 

➵His rut makes these unacceptable. His alpha won’t allow it. 

➵He can pleasure you just fine without the use of toys, 

➵I can also imagine he’d be super into, like, face to face positions so he focus on your beautiful features instead on the mess below you guys. 

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Your wrists were bound above your head with your knees pressed to your chest. The smell of alcohol was pungent under the stench of sex, making your nose scrunch.  Omi was keeping you pinned, thrusting in slow, calculated thrusts, grinding against you with ever pull. 

You were whimpering with every pull and push of Omi’s cock against your walls, teasing you in the most aggravating, but delicious, way.   

You could see the way he eyes your every reaction, beautiful eyes blown with lust tracing every facial feature of yours. Watching every reaction you gave him. Watching you. 

He grunted when your walls clutched him a little too tightly, slowing his thrusts a little more. “So good to me omega, letting me use you any way I want. “ 

He hissed when the praise seemed to do nothing but clutch him tighter, teetering him even closer to the edge. He wouldn’t give in, pulling out completely, instead replacing his dick with his fingers and teasing your sweet spot (He could practically pinpoint it at this point). 

Slick coated his fingers, making him smirk as you withered against him. Turns out, you were just as close as he was, if not closer.  

“Now, let’s see how good I can be to you.”