#and blake to blame himself for it

[erial-c]

i truly do hope that blake goes to visit bestie in this fucked up form of his and they're like . afraid of him . and maybe even get killed by the drove through his body as a vessel . i need him to see the consequences of his own actions NEOWWW

[cookieandbread]

just an angsty thought I hade while rewatching 300:

what happens if Reid dies?

who tells Morgan? is it Garcia or is she silenced by the ball of grief stuck in her throat, trying to swim up in the ocean of tears threatening to drown her? is it JJ or is she unable to let go of her son as she tries to explains why he's never seeing his godfather again?

who tells Hotch? is it Emily or is she trying so hard to keep the team together that she forgets to keep herself together and falls apart? is it Tara or is she helplessely watching the BAU sink into grief, trying and failing to save the people she calls her family?

who tells Alex? is it Rossi or is he drinking the guilt away until he doesn't remember what it's like to outlive everyone he loves? is it Hotch, after he's been told, or is he too busy clinging to his son to make up for the boy he'll never see again and didn't even say goodbye to?

[danthropologie]

on to the important question: how has daniel been to or at least invited if apparently not attended three weddings in the last month and a half and NO actual non potato photos. a crime.

no i know, you'd think he's the fucking loch ness monster the way he avoids a camera

[lingeringscars]

There is something so special to me about the antagonism Bellamy had for both finn and Murphy (still had, in Murphys case), and how he still comes to both their defenses in spacewalker, where it really mattered. Bellamy refuses to give up on Finn and is openly on his side and unwilling to bend on protecting him. Yet, when raven offers up Murphy for a trade (one murderer for another, pinning the blame on Murphy instead of finn) Bellamy, who had just almost beat Murphy to death for shooting raven and killing two people, refuses to let that happen.

Even when he has little love for Murphy, even when he's not outwardly calling him one of them like clarke is, the intention is the same. He's not willing to hand over Murphy or make that trade. He traded his life for jaspers, went after Mel when she was trapped and hanging, and he would go into mount weather for his people. The only life he's willing to trade is his own.

He failed Murphy before, and he also feels like he failed finn. He refuses to give up on them not just because they are his people, but because he feels responsible. Murphys actions were a result of his own. If he hadn't hung or banished Murphy, those people would still be alive. If he hadn't gone back to camp to help Mel and Monroe, finn wouldn't have killed the villagers. He gave finn and Murphy the weapons that were used, and while Murphy wasn't able to do enough to stop finn from killing them, he should have. He knew what finn was capable of, and he did it anyway. He bears some of this responsibility.

[gold-onthe-inside]

wrong person...

who? spencer reid x blake!reader content warnings: reference to an open wound (as a metaphor), kissing, implied sex based on: req. @imagining-in-the-margins wrong recipient prompt (nsfw) - Character sends their friend a detailed review of their recent sexual encounter… and accidentally sends it to the person they’re reviewing - can be xOC word count: 1.5k a/n: it broke my heart having to make penelope the bad gal in this fic, but tbf, my girl can cross boundaries, even with the best intentions. reader is a psychologist and alex's goddaughter, set in s8 (maeve does not exist), after the fifth date. also, slightly tweaked the prompt so it's not necessarily a play-by-play review, but enough to sting. spencer's not the kind that kisses and tells in my book, and i don't feel comfortable writing reader!characters that do.

So, maybe it wasn't an entirely awful idea to let your godmother set you up with her colleague. He's definitely smarter than all your own colleagues combined, and easy to wind up too. In the beginning, it had all been to get Alex off your back, and then you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him all week. You had rules to navigate this stuff, you had refused to get attached until he texted or called you first, and there was a 5th date minimum to invite him in like this. Most days, your heart still felt like an open wound, too many men using you like a plaything, a stepping stone to someone else, but Spencer was different.

You leant on your elbow, always an early riser, the sun barely peeking through your curtains, as you took in his features - the slope of his nose, his perfect peach coloured lips that had been reverent to you all night, cleverly placed love bites behind his ear and chest. At 30, you were too old to be careless. He had freckles too, if you looked close enough, lightly dotting his nose. He's gorgeous and it felt ridiculous that he didn't know it with the way his jawline was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. You'd learnt a long time ago not to trust boys as pretty as he was, but Spencer was all heart, no matter what Alex said about his brain capacity. He was earnest in a way that modern men weren't, you could see why Alex was begging you to see him.

Slowly but surely, he started to stir, hazel eyes blinking up at you. "Hi, beautiful," he murmured, all hoarse from sleep and you couldn't help a smile.

"Morning, sunshine," you replied, and he's already leaning up to kiss you, his hand sliding into your hair, and you sink into his warmth, letting it dissolve you all over again, until his phone started to ring, and he had the decency to give you a sense of closure before pulling away entirely.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, slowly opening his golden green eyes.

"It's your job, don't apologise," you said, your voice mellow like honey, and he kissed your nose before shifting to take the call. You'd rather he kiss you like that and leave for work, than the guys who left before you could wake up - or worse, while you were in the shower. You sat up in bed, watching as he pinned his phone between his ear and shoulder, scrabbling to put on clothes and hopping into a pair of trousers, trying not to laugh - he was easily embarrassed, not that you minded. You liked reassuring him afterwards that you really did like him.

He doesn't blame you for speaking up before he hangs up, you were only trying to help, calling out his name to toss him his watch, which he caught in both hands (he's getting better at that), but it means Penelope hears her voice. And from there on, all hell breaks loose.

Penelope's relentless with this stuff, really the only thing that bothers him about her. He loved her with all his heart, but sometimes, she just didn't know where to draw the line. It's not the first time in history that an FBI agent had done something like this. Alex was kind enough not to say anything, which everyone took as a woman of her age being demure and respectful. But the rest of them…

It was his fault entirely, he should have had better control of his temper. But texting had always been a pet peeve of his, and every time his phone went off that day, it had been Penelope probing about the girl she'd heard over the phone. He'd done everything he could think of, even begged Morgan to call Penelope off the hunt, told him he'd do everyone's paperwork for the rest of the month, but even Morgan knew when a cause was lost. Penelope had tracked his card, found the restaurant the two of you had gone to (some niche Korean place he knew you'd like), and had gone to the extent of tracking you down and ID'ing you, and doing a full background check, and was updating him so often that he'd lost track of the case he was actually supposed to be working. Not being able to narrow the profile any further and the next phone vibration being the last straw, he'd texted back in a blind rage, not even reading the message that had actually been sent.

Spencer: stop texting me at work! i'm probably never gonna see her again anyway, so just STOP!

In his defence, not that he actually thought he had one after his mistake, Penelope had actually stopped texting him after the message had sent. He'd thought it was his text, but it had actually been because she'd tracked down their unsub. It wasn't until he called you with the intention of telling you that he was flying back that night (and was craving Thai food and her company) that he realised something was wrong, because you wouldn't answer. You always answered your cell. Not because of him personally, or so he was flattered to think until Alex corrected that, but because the virtue of your profession. Any call could be an emergency call so you always always picked up. You'd interrupted dates to answer calls - not that he minded, not with how his job sent him all over the country at a moment's notice. So, why wouldn't you answer his?

And then he realised. He had fucked up. Massively, massively fucked up. You had texted him around noon, wishing him luck with the case, that you had taken a lunch break in case he wanted to talk, and asking whether he'd eaten. To which he'd replied with a complete overreaction and now he was sorely tempted to jump out of the jet without a parachute.

He closed down any kind of small talk, sidelining Penelope's attempt to probe deeper, but even then, it was, what, an hour between Quantico and DC?

You were watching Roman Holiday on your couch, practically swallowed in blankets as you watched your comfort movie when the bell rang. Repeatedly. You didn't pause the movie - you had it memorised - as you left your cocoon to answer the door, looking through the peephole first. Spencer was panting, out of breath, almost bent over as you opened the door, mostly to make sure he didn't pass out. "What, were you chased by a hyena or something?"

"I'm… so… sorry," he panted, looking up at her. "I… I can explain all of it, I didn't mean it."

"I'm surprised you even came here, I thought you were never gonna see me again," you said dryly, knowing it was a low blow - he deserved a chance to explain - but you had been miserable for hours. He could live with a little of your sarcasm.

"I didn't mean to send it to you," he said and you tilted your head.

"I know that, you're too smart to mix up pronouns," you said.

"Penelope… heard your voice this morning… she was like a dog…. With a bone all day, just… constantly texting me and asking about you and I couldn't focus at work, I just texted it to her to shut her up for a bit, I didn't… actually mean in… Can I sit down?" he asked, pleading at you, and you really can't resist those eyes, so you stepped aside, letting him into your apartment.

He's too good at his job not to see how that one text had ruined your day - with your favourite movie and everything but the mattress from your bedroom hauled out to the couch, and he crashed into an armchair, his gaze on you as you poured him a glass of water and walked over, kneeling beside him to make him drink it. He let the cool liquid wash down his throat, then set the glass aside, leaning over and closer to you. "I really really didn't mean any of that. I mean, I did mean the stop texting part, and I meant it for Penelope, but not for you, I always want to hear from you, I mean, if I could, I'd shrink you down to Tinkerbell size and take you with me everywhere, but miniaturisation technology is too far away, we're barely getting 3D printing to work reliably--"

"I believe you," you said softly, pressing your hand to his wrist, feeling his thumping pulse.

"You do?" he asked, looking at you with those beautiful eyes.

"I do," you said. "To be fair, it did feel very uncharacteristic of you to say that to me, let alone get angry at me."

"It's just been a really long day," he said, tiredly, and you nod.

"I have the perfect cure for that," you said, smiling up at him.

"Yeah?"

"Roman Holiday and takeout," you replied and he smiled back down at you.

"Sounds perfect to me."

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: I changed the name of Enhypen's pack to Enha instead of I-land...feel like it fits better :) sorry for any confusion :/

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Warnings: explicit language, fluff, SMUT 18+ MDNI, reader x skz (wonder who it will be), mentions of abuse/sexual assault, hint of Samsung phones (since skz supports? it and can't touch iPhones lol sorry apple users...I was you a few months ago), thigh riding, pet names, praise kink, unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls!), oral, fingering, creampie, aftercare🫠😖

WC: 4681

Chapter 15

Chan managed to actually get some proper rest since he had been inside this cell. The letters of his loved ones and the delicious meal the lawyer provided gave some peace to his anxiety. He slept nearly eight hours before waking up. He was hungry of course, but the food on his plate was cold by now. Not that it looked edible anyways.

He got up, using the restroom as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a bit of a mess but the bags under his eyes weren’t as severe. He washed his hands, craving a shower. 

He took some water to his hair to fix it up as best he could. Then he stretched, ready to start his workout routine for the day. He did his routine of push ups and sit ups, as he’s done the whole time. He had extra nervous energy pent up today as he anticipated the next trial. 

It was a few more hours before a security guard finally arrived. He took Chan to a bathroom where Seojoon was waiting. 

“Good to see you. We have thirty minutes. I insisted you get a chance to freshen up before the trial. I also bought you a suit. So shower quickly.”

“Thank you!” Chan said, hurrying to shower. It had been days and he couldn’t wait to finally feel clean.

Thirty minutes later, Chan was dressed in a suit, ready to face the judges and jury. Seojoon escorted him, standing next to him at the desk. The judges entered, everyone standing. 

“You may be seated.” the main judge said, waving dismissively. ”Alright. We are here to discuss case number 2018325 with Defendant Christopher Bang.”

“You honor, Attorney Park Seojoon. If I may begin.” Seojoon spoke.

“Go ahead, Counsel. Lay a foundation.”

“My client is an exemplary citizen. What happened with his younger brother is a tragedy he’s had to carry his whole life. He’s been judged harshly, blamed for his death and forced to have to relive this day over and over again. It is not fair for him to have to spend his life with this burden, as opposed to grieving and moving on to a healing place. He has a pack of his own, people who are devoted to him and would vouch for his character. 

“No one is born a murderer. Of those who have killed, some of them have done it in dire circumstances. That circumstance usually being ‘it’s me or you’. And this is exactly what he had to face. In order to save himself he had to kill two fellow hybrids. These hybrids were, however, of poor character.”

“Objection! We aren’t here to discuss his victims' character.” It was Griffin Blake again.

“Overruled.” the judge to the right spoke. “Counsel…proceed.”

Griffin rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, your honor.” Seojoon bowed slightly. “Hayes and Milo Carver were part of the Nyko pack, under the rule of Alpha Lewis. They were brothers and, with Lewis’s permission, they abused, sexually assaulted, and neglected three omegas in their care. The omegas were falsely led to believe they were each Lewis’s soulmate and marked by him. They were kept in horrible conditions in the basement of his home with limited access to food and water. They spent their whole time down there, unless being used for the sexual pleasure of the pack or their guests.”

Indistinct chatter was heard from the jury as they processed this new information.

“I have pictures for evidence for the jury, if I may.” Seojoon added.

“Objection! These were not submitted beforehand.” Griffin stood abruptly.

“I’ll allow them.” the main judge said.

Seojoon motioned for the tech to display the photos on the project screen. Gasps were heard across the courtroom as the pictures were clicked through.

“This was what the cell the omegas were held in looked like. Mind you it smelled of piss and mildew down there. And this is the torture room, where they were abused or forced to participate in activities chosen by the alphas or betas.”

“Thank you.” the judge on the left said.

“Objection! Relevance?” Griffin said.

“Sustained. Counsel?” the judge on the left gestured to Seojoon.

“The relevance is that one of those omegas, on a night of being hunted by the two victims, was found unconscious on the Greenridge territory. Mr. Bang’s pack took her in, calling their doctor to come tend to her. It was then, Chan found her to be soulmates to his entire pack.”

“Objection! Everyone knows omegas have one soulmate. Only alphas can have multiple.”

“Overruled. There are rare cases of an omega having multiple. It’s not unheard of.” The judge on the right informed.

Griffin plopped down in his seat with a huff, running his fingers through his hair.

“Mr. Bang and his pack have found their soulmate, and tended to her. She was underweight, malnourished, and skittish. They earned her trust, and she eventually opened up, confessing what her scars hinted at.”

Chan was impressed. Seojoon was a natural with the jury. He was easily winning them over. Where did Minho find this guy?

“This man is not a cold-blooded killer. He’s a pack man. He takes pride and thrives off of caring and protecting others. He wouldn’t kill unless it was the last option. And even then he wouldn’t enjoy it. He is not the man to kill his own brother.”

The jury mumbled away with each other, the judges writing notes down. 

“Mr. Blake, do you have anything to add?”

“No, your honor.”

“Very well. We will take time to debrief. Let the jury come to a decision. Once that is done, we will be back.” the main judge announced.

“Y/n!” Hyunjin called from the living room. 

You were in your room, cozy in your reading corner when you heard him. You marked your page and hurried to the banister overlooking the living room.

“Hey, come down here. We have something for you.” Hyunjin smiled.

Excited, you hurry down the steps, coming into the living room and sitting on the couch. Everyone is sitting around, eagerly waiting for the reveal.

“So, me and Jisung went on a little errand today. And we got you something.” Hyunjin smirked.

“What is it?” you asked, impatient.

Hyunjin revealed his hand that was hiding behind his back. He held it out to you, holding a cell phone. Your eyes go wide.

“We thought it was probably best if you had a cell phone. In case we ever need to reach each other.” Minho explained. 

Very smart. You lost track of the amount of times you wished you could have called them the past week.

“Me and Felix have the same one.” Changbin smiled.

“Hopefully you like the case. We thought those SKZOO characters from that band were cute.”

“They are really cute.” you say, still stunned as you flipped the phone over and saw the adorable case.

“We can teach you how to use it, of course.” Changbin adds.

“And Channie hyung’s cards are on there so if you need to buy anything.” Jeongin says, giddy.

Minho hits him in the back of the head.

“Don’t go spending crazy.” Minho cautions you.

“I wouldn’t even know what to buy.” you say.

“All our numbers are in there so you can just tap it to call.” Felix informed, demonstrating with his name.

You spend the rest of the afternoon learning your phone with the help of the boys. You download some games, set up a password and facial recognition, and even find fun themes for your wallpaper and app icons. It was so exciting. You had seen the boys on theirs but never thought you would have one of your own. 

Minho was back in the kitchen for dinner, fixing food for everyone with the help of Felix. You had never been so excited for dinner, coming into the kitchen and watching eagerly. Minho smiled at you, finding you adorable. He wasn’t as cold with you, but he still kept his distance. Seeing you in the med bed downstairs and knowing he put you there still left him with an uneasy feeling.

When dinner was finally ready, everyone fixed their plates and sat down at the table. It felt almost…normal. You just wished Chan was here and all the drama was over.

“Minho, did you hear from the lawyer today?”

“Oh. I did. He’s hopeful he swayed the jury. He gave a story, pulling on the heart strings. Hopefully Chan will get sympathy votes and come home to us.” Minho announced.

“So we could have Chan back tomorrow?” Jisung asked.

Minho nodded with a shrug. “It looks like it.”

“We should go. Be there for the trial.” you suggested. 

“Yes. Can we go?” Felix asked.

“We just got back. Let’s wait and see if he is going to come home first.” Minho suggested.

“But if we aren’t there, he will have to wait six hours for us to get there.” Jisung pouted.

“Better than another day in solitary.” Minho noted. “Let’s get the trial results first.”

The rest of dinner was quiet, everyone worried for the results of the trial tomorrow. Once everyone finished, Jisung and Hyunjin emptied the dishwasher and reloaded it, cleaning up the kitchen before going to their rooms for the night.

Jisung and Felix were video gaming in Jisung’s room while Minho and Changbin were doing some work in Chan’s office. Hyunjin was sketching in his room, lofi music playing. Jeongin was getting in the shower before bed. And Seungmin was in his room, playing a game on his phone as he tried to convince himself to go for a shower.

“Hey Seungmin, can you help me with my phone?” you ask, knocking on his door.

“What do you need help with?” Seungmin asked, laying across his bed.

“I was wanting to save music and make a playlist on Spotify."

“Oh here let me show you.” Seungmin sat up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

 You sat next to him and he showed you how to do it. You added a few songs you had heard the boys playing around the house. Seungmin added a few others he thought you would like before handing you back your phone. Your fingertips brushed as you took the phone, his gaze lingering on your lips.

Before he could stop himself, he kissed you. It was purposeful, his mouth moving with yours perfectly. You melted into his touch, one of his hands coming to cup your face as he kissed you. You pushed more into the kiss, as if starved for it, and he responded by guiding you onto your back. His lips never left yours in the process, his body now hovering over yours.

“This okay?” he looked down at you.

You nodded, leaning up to reconnect your lips to his. Your hands trailed down his torso, finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. He let you, helping remove it.

“You sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“Just don’t go feral on me.” you chuckle.

“I’ll try not to.” he laughs.

He kisses you with more fervor, his body pressing into yours shamelessly. Your own body reacting to his touch, you could feel the heat centering at your core. 

Seungmin’s hand trailed down your side, slipping under your shirt and cupping your breast. He found your bra snap in the front and unhooked it. He pushed open your bra and began teasing your nipples. You back arched off the bed, a small moan escaping your mouth.

He smirked at how easily you reacted. “I barely touched you baby? I bet you're already wet for me.”

You roll your eyes, playfully pushing him.. “Shut up…” 

He grabbed your hands, pinning them by your head. He smirked at you, leaning into your neck and kissing you. You moan as he nipped at your skin, instinctively grinding your hips on his thigh. He moved to take off your shirt and bra, then slid your pants off. You were left laying there in just your panties as he looked down at you.

“I like these…” he tugged a little on the pale pink bikini bottoms you were wearing. 

You blushed, knowing he could see the wet spot on them.

He moved off the bed, ridding himself of his pants. Then he sat down on the bed, pulling you over to him. You climbed onto his lap, straddling one of his legs. His hands were on your hips as you kissed him, breasts flush with his chest.

You moved your hips slightly, a slight shiver going up your spine from the friction.

“That’s it…move those hips for me.” Seungmin whispered between kisses down your neck. 

His hands started to guide your hips, rocking you on his leg. It felt so good you began to moan in his ear. Your hips began to move at their own rhythm as you rode his thigh. He smirked at how sensitive you were, nipping at your collar bone before attaching his lips to your nipple. You threw your head back, hands holding onto his shoulders as you rocked back and forth.

“You gonna cum on my leg like a good girl?” Seungmin whispered.

“Yes..” you breathed out.

“How long have you been thinking about this, huh? I bet you’ve been dying for me to make you feel good.” Seungmin taunts. 

You bite your lip, blush creeping on your cheeks. His teasing was making your pussy wetter somehow and you weren’t used to it. You clenched around nothing, growing frustrated by the emptiness.

“Seungmin…” you whined.

“What baby?”

You whimpered in response, unable to say the words.

“Is my baby close?” Seungmin asks with a flex of his thigh, making it firmer between your legs. 

The delicious friction between his leg and your panties made you moan louder - made you rock your hips faster. You looked at him, a huge smirk plastered on his face as he watched you come undone. You made eye contact with him, feeling the coil inside about to snap.

“Cum on me. Make a mess on my thigh baby.” Seungmin coaxed, pinching one of your nipples.

“Ahhh..” you moan, gripping his shoulders tighter as you cum undone. Juices drip from your center as your orgasm washes over you. 

Seungmin kisses you, pulling your body flush with his. “Good Girl.”

You groan, hiding your face in his chest. He lifts you, putting you on your back and removing your soaked panties. He leans down, licking through your folds.

“Mmm…sweet…as I suspected.” Seungmin looks up at you from between your legs. It was so sinful, but you loved it.

You bite your lip, hiding your face.

Seungmin slips off his underwear before hovering over you. He moves your hands from your face and you lock eyes. 

“Let me see that pretty face,” Seungmin smiles, peppering your face with kisses. “I can’t wait to see you all fucked out after this…” 

You swat at his chest, whining and bucking your hips. “Seungmin…”

“So needy…” Seungmin smirks. “You’re like Jisung…”

Looking between your bodies, Seungmin lines himself up with your entrance. He looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission. You nod and he pushes in slowly. His girth stretches you out and makes your eyes shut.

You moan as he bottoms out, holding onto his forearms. He slides out slowly, only to push back in. He does this teasingly slow move a few times before he can’t take it anymore. His tempo picks up and you chant his name.

“Y/n…you’re so tight.” his face scrunches as he thrusts into you.

“Seungmin…mmm you feel so good.” You lean up, connecting your lips.

You feel yourself on the verge of cumming once more, clenching around his length. He hisses as you do, slowing his movements.

“Please…don’t stop…”you moan.

Seungmin keeps his tempo, bringing you to climax. 

“Ahh,” you moan loudly.

Seungmin was quick to cover your mouth, chuckling. “You don’t want the boys hearing, do you? They might get jealous.” 

Your body trembled, mind barely understanding what he said. His hand caressed your cheek as he slowed. You came down from your high, catching your breath as you relaxed your grip on his arms.

Seungmin pulled out, laying down next to you. “Get on top.” 

You hesitate but do as he says. He tells you to face away from him, leaning on his legs for support.

“I want you to ride me, baby. You’re in control now.”

You never did this position before but you were curious. Your old pack never gave you controlling positions, they always dominated you instead. Not that you wanted control…or to be involved at all.

You straddled his hips, lining up his cock and sinking down on it. He felt deeper like this as you braced yourself on his legs. Slowly you began to rock back and forth, finding your momentum. Within a few seconds, you were moving faster.

Meanwhile, Seungmin was enjoying the view. He was always sneaking looks at your ass and now it was naked, on display right in front of him. He reached out, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks. As he fondled your ass, you began to do more of a bounce motion. He threw his head back, getting lost in the way you were riding him. It was too good and he didn’t know how much longer he would last.

You were close too, this angle hitting your sweet spot just right. Your grip on his legs tightened, your pussy clenching around his length. He could tell you were close too. He wanted to hold out, but the way you were clenching him was intoxicating.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” he rasped out.

You grinded down, rolling your hips on him. He gripped your hips tightly, trying to hold back as best he could. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as he focused on not cumming.

Your orgasm hit you hard, making your legs shake and squeeze Seungmin’s hips. Your body jerked a bit as you rode out your high, eyes rolled back. You pussy clenched impossibly tighter around Seungmin and he lost all resolve. His cock twitched, filling you with his cum. He let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking.

As you came down, you both were moaning and panting as you tried to catch your breaths. Seungmin sat up, hugging you from behind and kissing your back. He then maneuvered you two so that you both were laying on your sides. He even managed to do so without slipping out.

As you laid there, he kissed up and down your shoulder and neck. You hummed in satisfaction, feeling yourself falling asleep. 

“That was amazing,” he whispered. 

You nodded, turning your head. He kissed your lips as he slowly slid out of your warmth. You whined at the loss but he peppered your face with kisses. Your body slowly laid back and Seungmin hovered over you. He kissed down your torso, teasing your nipples before moving down. He reached your core, licking at your sensitive folds. 

You squirmed, but he locked in your clit, sucking and teasing. Your legs tried to close but he pinned them open, leaving you to gasp at the euphoric feeling.

“Minnie…” you moan.

He doesn’t let up. He’s determined to make you cum at least once more. His expert tongue works magic on your clit, making you build to a climax in record time. It felt so good but you tried to hold back and enjoy the moment. That’s when he added a finger, curling it just right. How did he know your body so well? 

Your orgasm finally washed over you, making your toes curl, back arch, and legs shake. He pushed you, prolonging your high with his finger until you were squirming to get away. When he finally stopped, your whole body went lax. Your muscles ached and you could barely open your eyes. 

“Look at you…” Seungmin was pleased with himself. He had you looking just how he wanted - properly fucked out and on cloud nine.

“I’ll be right back.” With one final kiss to your forehead, Seungmin rose from the bed. 

You laid there, feeling a little wetness dripping out. Nearly asleep, you didn’t hear him return from his bathroom. Seungmin carefully took the washcloth and began cleaning you. You squirmed a little, sensitive from all the stimulation. He was careful and considerate, cleaning you up so gently.

Once he was done, he closed your legs and covered you with his comforter. Then he went to shower like he originally planned. He didn’t take long, relaxed after your time together and wanting to hurry back to you. 

When he was done, he climbed in bed behind you and kissed your temple. You snuggled into him despite being fast asleep. Tomorrow you would probably be sore, but it will be worth it. 

Morning came and you woke up to the slight snores of your soulmate sleeping next to you. Last night’s events came back to you in a rush, leaving you flushed and craving more. You rolled over to see him sprawled out on his side of the bed. You smile, amused. Carefully you slip out of the bed and find your clothes. Your legs were a little shaky as you moved about his room, slipping on your pants and shirt and grabbing your bra and panties. You quietly open the door and hurry out, closing it softly. Then you go across the hall to your room. You shut your door and strip, putting your clothes in the hamper. Then you go for a shower, the warm water soothing your aching muscles.

After your shower, you head downstairs, finding Felix and Jisung in the kitchen finishing up breakfast.

“Need help?” you ask.

“No. We’re almost done.” Felix smiles.

Jisung walks by you, puckering his lips at you casually. He leans in for a kiss so you lean towards him. He swerves away from you, leaving you stunned. He quickly approaches from the opposite side, pecking your cheek. You glare at him while Felix giggles. How long was he going to tease you for?

You were chatting at the island when everyone started to come into the kitchen. Breakfast was finally ready and you were starving. You loaded your plate, making everyone stare in shock. Seungmin smirked, knowing he probably worked up your appetite. Then you all sat down and began eating.

“Did last night’s escapades leave you hungry?” Changbin whispered, leaning over to you.

You were drinking juice at the time, and nearly choked on it. You coughed, trying to collect yourself from the sudden embarrassment. Your face was beet red as Seungmin gave you a knowing look.

“You okay?” Minho asked.

Everyone was looking at you.

“Yeah.” you clear your throat. “Just fine.”

“More than fine, I’m sure.” Jeongin commented. 

You stare at him with a furrowed brow.

“You think we didn’t hear you two last night?” Jeongin shakes his head.

You want to sink from the table and crawl up to your room. It was suddenly very hot in here and you were losing your appetite.

“Relax, we’re just messing with you.” Changbin nudged your arm.

“I know.” You knew. You were just caught off guard and embarrassed. 

You make yourself resume eating, quiet for the rest of breakfast. You offered to clean the kitchen, hurrying away from the table as soon as you had finished. As everyone else finished eating, they would give you their plates. Jisung offered to help, washing dishes with you.

Once it was just you two left in the room, Jisung spoke up.

“I’m glad you were enjoying yourself…”

You don’t say anything.

“Seungmin was worried about his turn. Hopefully now he can relax.”

“Worried?”

“He was afraid we would…outperform him.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “At least with you. But we’ve all been with each other so we knew he would be fine.”

“He was more than fine.” 

“He definitely is.” Jisung winked at you.

You smile. You had forgotten they were all mates. This eased your embarrassment, knowing they have probably heard each other one time or another. They were probably used to it by now.

The rest of the morning went by smoothly. You hung out with everyone and enjoyed being home once more. The guys decided to play movies to kill the time as they waited for the lawyer to call with an update. Minho was in Chan’s office, busying himself while he anxiously waited.

“Please rise for your panel of judges.” the officer spoke.

The audience, Chan, Seojoon, and Griffin all stood, waiting for the judges to take their seats. Once the judges sat, so did the audience and jury. 

“Good afternoon, we are now convening in the matter of case number 2018325. Please have the parties identify themselves for the record." the main judge announced.

“Defendant Christopher Bang.” Chan spoke.

“Thank you.”

“We are here to discuss the matter of your three homicide charges and whether or not they will be reduced.” The main judge stated for the record.

Chan shifted in his stance, hands behind his back as he stood confidently.

“Upon review of the security tape footage within your holding cell, as discussed last time, we found the footage to be tampered with.” the judge to the left said.

Chan looked over to his lawyer who gave him a subtle thumbs up.

“Because the footage was tampered with, we will be further investigating the incident.” the judge on the right speaks. “This, however, does not clear you from the charge as we have not ruled out your involvement in this incident.”

“You believe my client was involved in the tampering of evidence? Evidence that would clear him of a homicide charge?” Seojoon questioned.

“At ease counsel. We do not believe anything at this time. We must first prove that he was not involved in this matter. It’s procedure”

“With that being said, we will reconvene in two days' time. This will allow the techs to finish reviewing the footage and possibly restore what was tampered.” the judge on the left spoke.

“Meeting adjourned.” the main judge spoke.

The judges, jury and audience began exiting the courtroom. Chan turned to Seojoon, confused.

“Not here.” was all Seojoon said.

Seojoon and Chan went into the interrogation room to talk.

“What the fuck was that about?” Chan asked once they were alone.

“My guess is they think there is a possibility that footage was conveniently tampered with just enough to be noticeable. For example, you or someone you hired are tricking them. You tampered with it and made it obvious but didn’t actually hide anything because there was nothing to hide.”

“What would I gain from that?”

“They would see the tampering and believe you were telling the truth without looking into it. Then you are free of the charge even though there was no secret visitor.” Seojoon shook his head. “But because there actually was a visitor, they will uncover that and clear you.”

“This is ridiculous. It’s never ending. It will be Christmas before they make a decision at this point.” Chan threw his arms up, exasperated.

“Chan, calm down. This is exactly what they want. To drag you around so you’re restless and on edge. They want you to get angry so you make a mistake or act out and they charge you with something else.” Seojoon explained. “And it’s not going to take another three months. Stay positive.”

Chan sighed heavily. He knew Seojoon was right, he was just furious they were giving him the run-around.

“If I hear anything, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, rest up. I’ll see you in a couple days.” Seojoon gave Chan a look, making sure they were on the same page.

Chan nodded. Seojoon headed out and Chan was taken back to his cell. He looked around angrily. He wanted to punch the wall, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t show how much they were pissing him off.

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Shout out to my lovely beta @cherry-erii

[misscherry-26]

Please write any and all things to do with Bellamy being protective!!!

Thanks for the request. I apologize for taking so long to post it, I've been struggling with my writing. Also I couldn't remember Clarke's mom name 😅 and let's pretend that Charlotte didn't kill Wells and she's just an innocent, scared girl, hahaha. Hope you like this!! Thank you! ❤️

P.S. He also realizes his feelings for reader (hehe)

Bellamy Blake being protective

The first time you two properly met, it was when he convinced everyone to take the wristbands off. You refused, alongside with wells—at that time—and for some reason, that made Bellamy furious.

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All that changes when the first acid fog made its appearance. You were wandering with Charlotte, the youngest of the group. Since she was scared and alone. You were teaching her a few things about the ground that you learned on the earth skill classes, when you two suddenly stumbled with Bellamy and a few others who were running, he was quick on taking you and Charlotte's hand and guide you to the camp—but ending up on a cave, since the fog covered the surroundings.—You didn't realize some fog burned part of your arm. Bellamy sat and helped you with it, he also gave you his jacket to cover yourself (you gave yours to Charlotte) and made sure you two slept. That night Bellamy felt something totally different from the beginning.

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The next time was when you agreed on fighting the grounders, defending the camp. You were helping everyone get inside the ship, Bellamy and Finn still outside, everything was a blur, you took a gun and stepped out, helping them, Bellamy shouting at you to get inside, you didn't listen, and that's how you three ended being captured by one. He was taking all of you to his city. You were tired, your leg was hurting—and probably infected— since you flinched with every step you took. Thee grounder wanted to kill you, but Bellamy somehow convinced him. He carried you with his cuffed hands, and when the grounder made a stop, Bellamy and Finn managed to kill him.

When you made it to Arkadia, and Clarke's mom treated your leg, Bellamy stayed by your side every second.

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There's also that time when you sneaked with him on Mount Weather to rescue the others, Bellamy found you on the cages, helped you get up and change, and when you were walking on the hallways, he was one step ahead, making sure it was safe, not for both, but for you, because if anything were to happen, you would have enough time to run, to scape and get safe.

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He thought he lost you, when you all got betrayed by Lexa. You were still inside Mount Weather, helping Maya, Jasper and the rest, trying to come up with a plan. A guard shoot you when you were trying to protect your friends. And when Clarke and him managed to rescue everyone —that taking the life of innocent people, including Maya— He found you laying on the floor, trying to breath, Octavia, his sister, making sure to stop the bleeding.

When you woke up back on Arkadia, you only saw Lincoln and Octavia in the room, they were happy to see you survived, Clarke's mom saved you, though you remained unconscious for a couple of days because you lost too much blood. It surprised you when you didn't see him. He was always next to you, making sure you were okay, you were safe, then why he wasn't there?

Truth is he couldn't. He wanted to, but Bellamy blamed himself, he saw you were hurting, back then he saw you through the cameras, but he couldn't go, he was with Monty and Clarke, trapped in the control room. Still he blamed himself, he couldn't protect you that time and every night he reminded himself. He missed you. He lingered on the door of the med room, watching your delicate, pale form from far away.

But when you healed and got out, the first thing you did was find him, Octavia telling you in which room he was staying. He was in his bed, his head between his arms, and you knew then, you understood. You weren't mad at him for not being there for you, the main plan was to rescue your people... You sat down and hugged him, letting Bellamy know that he did enough, that he shouldn't blame himself for you. That day you made him promise that no matter what, he would always had to protect himself and his sister first, that you were going to be okay. Bellamy did, he said the words, but deep down he vowed to keep protecting you, because he needed to. You were important to him. More important than anyone or anything else, he just couldn't admit it to you, not yet.

[waltat04-kevinknight]

After a long, intense workout session, Jaune grabbed his water bottle and took a swig out of it before throwing the empty plastic bottle away and made his way to the locker room where he caught eye of his older lover and his friends mom, Kali Belladonna doing a downward dog on the locker room floor and a great view of her massive bakery.

(Credit to @evenmorefatallyobsessed for the picture)

Kali heard him stop behind her, and as she smiled, shaking her massive ass back and forth to tease her man as Jaune got a good view of her ass jiggling in her yoga leggings.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind me stretching here, Jaune~. Why don't you help me stretch even more? " She asked himself seductively as she kept shaking her ass even more.

"S-Sure thing, babe," Jaune says nothing how he had a hard on in his shorts as he walked over.

"Go ahead and put your hands on my hips and guide me, darling~" Kali says, smiling as Jaune did as she instructed.

It was then that Jaune noticed a massive purple version of his family crest on Kali's lower back before he felt her press her massive ass against his groin and grinded her ass against it, wanting him to get harder for her.

"Oh~? Is that a gift for me~?" She cooed as she gasped, feeling jaune pull down her leggings, allowing him to see her lace thong that was pulled to the side as Jaune dropped his shorts and boxers letting his sword out of its captivity.

Jaune slid his dick into her pussy causing Kali to gasp and moan as she felt his cock stretch her pussy just oike how he did it their first time. She smiled as she felt him begin to thrust roughly. Oh, she loved when he was rough with her during their mating. Ever since her husband was murdered she had longed for love, and when her daughter brought Jaune to Menagerie and they hit it off, she loved any time she could get with her new boyfriend.

"F-Fuck you're always so rough with me, Baby~" Kali moaned as Jaune gave her ass a smack, making her moan even louder.

Jaune knew Kali loved to tease him. He remembers when she surprised him by dressing as a maid... he still blames himself for her not being able to walk for a little while after he finished with her then, and he was going to do the same here.

"You need to be punished, teasing me like that with this massive bakery. I think I need to put some kittens in you and give Blake a stepsister or stepbrother~" Jaune said smacking Kali's ass once again making her moan louder.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, darling~!" She moaned out as Jaune started thrusting faster, feeling Jaune's rod slamming against her cervix.

"Take.It.All.My.Beautiful.WIFE~!" He says, slamming in once more before cumming in her pussy.

He pulls out and pulls his boxers and shorts back up and pulls up Kali's leggings as she stood up and a very noticeable wet spot between her legs could be seen as she wrapped her arms around Jaune's arm as the two walked out of the locker room. She had taken a video of what just happened and had it uploaded to her scroll and sent it to Willow with the caption, 'Can your man even do this Willow~?'

[missbunnybunny]

❣💌[ I'm stravin' , Darlin' ]💌❣

Tw: non-con, dubcon, yandere, stalking, Somnophilia, Drugging, breeding, cockwarming.

A/n: this is my first detailed smut. It was going well at the start until I took a wrong turn and fell off a cliff. Possessive music got influence. I don't know what I wrote, am going to hell, his more delusional; than me. smh. ENJOY!

Note: this is a y/n x pretty yandere, female-bodied reader. Based on the songs Eat Your Young by Hozier and An Unhealthy Obsession by Blake Robinson, helped write this song. pet names such as Darlin, Love, and good girl. If I forgot something plz tell me.

╔═.✧ 🖤 ✧.═══════════╗ ▶︎ 𝕾𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊. ╚═══════════.✧ 🖤 ✧.═╝ Part 2 ↥

You were exhausted. Who could blame you for being tired? You enjoyed your job as the owner of a small coffee shop, but you were drained, and your staff adored you.

When they had an emergency, you were incredibly nice to them and understanding. You didn't inquire. You just told them not to worry because you trusted them and they trusted you.

You didn't hesitate to assist your staff when an aggressive customer screamed and yelled at them. You listened to all sides of the story and kept your eyes on the cameras.

When they realized they didn't have a foothold, you politely requested them to go. But if they weren't kind enough to go, you merely called the cops. You would never let them get away with it; you had patience, but not that much.

So, after the day was done, you secured your doors and walked upstairs to your house. You double-checked that all the doors and windows were secured and that the security system was turned on and operational.

Taking a soothing bubble bath, dressing, and preparing for some much-needed rest. Closing your eyes and basking in the warm embrace of sleep. Your eyes slowly opened, and you attempted to move your fingers, but they wouldn't budge.

You had been under a lot of stress recently due to overwork, and sleep paralysis was now typical for you.

You could hear your door opening and the floors squeaking. The ebony form of a guy appeared. He was tall, and the broadness of his shoulders suggested that he worked out.

As you felt the bed drop at your feet, he sat at the end of it. His hand began to go up and down your leg gently. Coming to a halt at your thigh. He hummed to himself while pinching your inner thigh.

You uttered a grunt. He came to a halt and gazed up at you. As he peered down at your face, his face slowly entered the frame. "Oh, how pretty," he said, lovingly cupping your face. "I don't think I could hold myself back." H

is breath lightly fanning your face, he murmured. He kissed you, and you let out a frightened moan and screwed your eyes shut. He took advantage of the situation by inserting his tongue inside your mouth.

While squeezing your inner thigh, he hummed to himself. His hand creeps up and beneath your shirt from your thigh. He pulled your nipple and squeezed your breast.

He linked his mouth to yours with a thin string of saliva. He licked his lower lip. "You taste amazing," he replied with a smile.

He kissed your lips once more, and you felt him get out of bed. You sprang awake and took a glance around. Your clothing was in good condition and not flung around.

You raced to your restroom and looked in the mirror; there were no handprints anywhere on you. You rushed to your front door, terrified, and examined your alarm system; nothing was amiss. You were befuddled, and your thinking was jumbled.

You summarized it up to well: an odd wet dream, stress, and being punted up may all lead to unusual nightmares, especially when combined with sleep paralysis.

You sipped your favorite comfort drink, rubbed your temples, and took a few deep breaths. Exhale a sigh of relief as you feel your tension wash away.

You put on your business attire and prepare to open your shop. The business opened at 8 a.m., so you were there by 6:30, and by 7 a.m., staff began to arrive.

Everyone was having a fantastic time in the shop, which was filled with laughter and music. When the clock struck eight, you laughed, "It's eight, you know what to do. Hit it!"

Everyone queued up got into place, and you opened the store. Customers arrived quickly after that.

When a well-dressed man entered and approached the counter, your staff was busy. As you finished serving one of your usual clients, you noticed him and called, "I'll be with you in a minute."

"Thank you, hun." The kind old lady stated. You smiled at her and walked over to the counter to assist the man. "I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting too long?" you said as you set up the ordering machine.

"No, not at all." He informed you in hushed tones, he was attractive, you had to admit it. His voice seemed strangely familiar to you, but you couldn't place it.

But you shrugged it off and smiled as you asked him what he needed.

"A coffee with a cake," he answered politely. "Ah, what cake would you like sir, we have many options." you beam up at him, giving him a tiny smile. "Oh, what would you recommend, my dear?" he asks, quietly tapping the counter.

"Would red velvet cake be acceptable?" "It's one of my favorites," you inquired. He nodded, and you concluded his order with a small 'mm'. " Would that be all, sir?" "If so, this is your total," you say, pointing to the sum on the side of the register. " Yes." He responded and paid.

As soon as the order appears on the screen, one of your staff takes it while you assist with the other tasks and clients. Since the front of the store was fully filled, the man was directed to the back.

He could see the counter and you from where he was seated. The manager patted you on the shoulder and smiled at you as they spoke to you. You chuckle and smile as you remove your apron.

"I'm taking a break, everyone," you say. 'Okay, ma'am,' they respond. You step away from the counter and take a seat on one of the unoccupied stools close to his table. While on the phone with someone, you smile and giggle.

He can't stop staring at you. It was fortunate that he instructed his assistant to investigate you. He even postponed a lunch date with the daughter of a well-known corporation.

He didn't mind because he could tell she was attempting to catch his attention. He couldn't care less about how much her clothing cost or how it 'accidentally' revealed her chest. He'd rather be here, staring at your face and grin.

It was a coincidence that he first spotted you; one of his clients requested to meet at this cafe since they genuinely enjoyed your coffee and sweets. He couldn't get your face out of his mind and thoughts after that.

Your phone call had finished, and you turned to meet his gaze. You froze as you studied his face. He saw the fact and grinned.

You realized he hadn't touched his cake and sighed in despair. "Do you not like the cake, Sir?" You questioned him quietly, your gaze fixed on the plate. "Oh, no, it's not like that. "I was saving the cake for last because it was so delicious." He let you know quietly.

"Oh, okay," you said as you stood up and turned around. "Would you like to join me?" he offered, and you graciously accepted his invitation.

You spoke till your break ended. He became a regular client after that and frequently asked about your favorite treats to try.

It had been months since then, yet you still felt tired whenever you saw him. He was the final customer in the shop on one such occasion.

You sent your employees early, not wanting to keep them waiting so they didn't miss their bus or train.

"It's closing time, Mister Blackwell; you should go home," you said. "I told you to call me James, Darling." He told you firmly. " However, I agree. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you." While drinking his drink, he informed you.

"Would you mind joining me before I leave?" He remarked this while pointing to the seat next to him. you exclaimed, "You are extremely persistent." You shook your head and set your favorite drink on the table.

Turning around and laying a little slice of cake next to your drink. You had no idea what he had placed into your drink by the time you sat next to him. He grinned as you took a sip of your drink, seeing your expression shift.

He watched as your eyes gradually closed and you collapsed on the table, spilling your cup on the floor. "What…did you do?" You questioned him carefully, feeling yourself nodding off. "Don't worry, my love, I'll take care of you."

As you eventually slid away, you heard him declare. You wake up with him twirling his tongue at your clit, then cat licking your entrance, going back and up to your clit, before his tongue went into your pussy, tasting every inch of it.

You eventually let out a whimper as the knot in your gut finally split and you filled his mouth with your cum. "You're awake, I hope you don't mind," he whipped his mouth with his palm. "I was dying to taste you." He stated.

His gaze moved up and down your body, forming an image of you in his mind. You attempted to speak, but all you got was a broken wail. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you were entirely bare to him.

Your eyes began to water, and silent tears streamed down your cheeks. " Why are you crying, Darlin?" He stated this as he licked your tears away before giving you a ravenous kiss, His tongue quickly claiming your mouth.

He released your lips as he stated, "It will take a while until you can move again, but don't worry, I'll make you feel good." He gently graded your hand before bringing it to the bulge on his pants.

"This is what you did to me." He talked as he stroked your palm up and down his bulge, letting out a groan as he began to accelerate.

He stared down at you, hungry, and proceeded to remove his outfit. He was now entirely exposed for you to see. " Oh, very lovely. I'm curious how you'll look after I slit you in half on my dick." He murmured this as he sank his thick fingers into your pussy, causing your back to arch.

When he noticed your body jerked up and your jaw fell open, he smiled even more.

He discovered your sweet spot! He curled his fingers in the same place over and over. You felt that familiar tight knot in your gut emerges, prompting you to tighten your walls around his fingers.

"That's it, cum on my fingers like the good girl you are," he said. Your walls flutter subconsciously at his words, "Oh, you like being called a good girl?" he questioned, advancing faster.

Your moans and whimpers sounded like music to his ears. He was itching to sink his dick into you. You came undone under him with one more stroke, cumming on his fingers and hand.

He took his hand away and brought it up to his mouth, licking your juices. "You taste divine." He exhaled.

He positioned himself at your entrance, tapping his dick on your assaulted lips. He graded your legs and pushed them on your chest in a typical mating press position, and you could plainly see his pink tip and how enormous he was.

Once he got you the way he wanted you, you felt the swelling tip of his cock press against your tight entrance and buckle his hip. He bottoms out in one push, his pelvis colliding with your entrance.

He took your breath away since he was so large. And, as he claimed, he was splitting you in half with his dick. "Don't pass out on me, Darlin," he remarked, softly patting your cheek with his palm." The fun is just getting started," he remarked as he kissed you on the lips.

Allowing you to get used to his size before proceeding. You were so tight! And you are his and his alone.

His cock began to slide in and out of your tight pussy, as if you were nothing more than a fleshlight at his disposal. "Y/n I'm going to make you only mine," your desperate cries mixed with groans as you sought to stop him.

The sound of skin smacking against skin got louder as he thrust harder and harder. Your muscles were absolutely spasming, and your eyes could hardly fixate or focus on his sweat-splattered face above you.

So this was how it felt to be with a man like him, putting you precisely where you should have always been.

BELOW HIM, you were groaning, saliva flowing from the corners of your lips, and your eyes rolled up every time his cock brushed your cervix and his pelvic bone stroked against your swollen clit.

Your eyes met his and he kissed you passionately; the longer the two of you kissed, the more his hips appeared to press into yours. The headboard of the bed was crashing fiercely into the wall, adding yet another obscene sound to the symphony.

You could feel his dick pounding against your walls; it was clear he was nearing his climax, which was going to totally fill you up to the point of leaking, and then fuck a baby into your womb.

As he furiously pounded into you, his hands came to your waist and had a tight grasp on you. You felt James base expand and get even bigger only seconds before his hot sperm was spurting into your womb, and the veins surrounding his dick were pulsating against your walls, making you gasp for the nth time.

The sensation of being totally filled was so intense that you almost ended up cumming again.

He lay down next to you, panting and allowing you to collect your breath. As your body was extremely sore, he began spooning you from behind his cock, still inside you.

"Sleep, Love, you must be tired," he kissed your neck. I'll prepare something for you in the morning." You were exhausted, and your half-lined eyelids eventually closed as you slept off. James grabbed up his phone and called over your sleeping figure.

The phone rang till someone answered, "Ray?" "Did you do what I asked?" he inquired calmly. "Yes, I made sure to delete the footage of you breaking into the home months ago, as well as the alarm system," Ray stated gently. "Perfect," James smiled, hanging up the call as he fell asleep next to you.

After so long of only admiring you from afar and secretly stroking you as you slept, he was overjoyed to finally hold you in his arms.

Don't worry, you can have a better life because He will take excellent care of you. "It'll take some getting used to, but we'll make it work." were his final thoughts as he fell asleep affectionately sound asleep with you in his arms.

Am gonna dig a hole and hide. bye....👩🏽‍🦯

Update there’s a new hole to hide in now 🕳️ 👩🏽‍🦯

[macabre-mangled]

submissive bellamy…….save me submissive bellamy………….

Cece would you pretty please write a bellamy x grounder!reader fic where reader is part of the group Indra brings to Camp Jaha? Between S2 and S3. Bell and reader are bitchy to each other and when Bellamy challenges them, they put him in his place 🙂‍↕️

On Your Knees

Bellamy Blake x Grounder!Reader

A/N: Yesss yesss yess! also i have a feeling ik who sent this hehe

Warnings: Sub!Bellamy, canon typical violence, penetration, riding, oral (reader recieving), begging, degrading, name calling

Summary: Bellamy finds himself caring for someone he deemed the enemy. And he doesnt know what to do about it besides mouthing off. What happens when he bites off more than he can chew?

Trigedasleng used: Joka-fucker

Bellamy Blake was absolutely a dick. An utter jackass. And he knew this. Everyone knew this. With everything happening at Arkadia no one really blamed him. Well almost no one. The grounders that Indra brought would definitely disagree. So why did he find himself drawn to you; a grounder that hated his guts. Maybe it was because you were close in age or maybe it was because you were considered objectively attractive. Or maybe it was becuase you challenged him. Yeah, probably that.

Bellamy didnt know why, but he was absolutely in love with pushing your buttons. Actually thats a lie. He knew exactly why. But he would never admit it. He loved bring degraded. Maybe it was his undelrying issues. But he couldnt help but get a little semi anytime you called him an idiot in Trigedasleng.

Which is why he decided to take it up a notch. Like the glutton for punishment he is. Today he pushed you over the edge.

"You gonna kill a bunch of us sky people today or something?"

He had meant it casually, but the look it warranted from you was something he had never expected. And god did he love it. This is what got him hard.

"You should watch your mouth, joka."

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"

In hindsight he should have expected this. In fact he wanted it. Some part of him craving the punishment. So as you dragged him into your quarters he didn't protest. Not even when you pushed him onto the ground in front of you. Landing him on his knees.

"You thought i wouldnt punish you? Did you think i didnt notice the little hard-ons you got?"

Shit. You had him there. He doesnt even bother denying it. He just nods. Accepting his fate. His eyes widened comically large as you started undressing. Leaving yourself naked in front of him.

"You have to tell me you want this or I wont continue."

"Please, I want you so bad..."

You smirk, nodding. Watching as he strips out of his clothing. He was certainly eager. Waiting for your next instructions. Big brown eyes wide and reminds you of a deer. So as you strip slowly, his eyes follow you. Then you pull his face into your awaiting crotch. He immediately got to work. Mouth taking you with precision and experience. Tongue swirling and finding all the spots that make you scream and moan. All of this was for your pleasure. He ate at you like he hadn’t eaten in days and you were his oasis in the desert. His hips were grinding down, seeking friction as he continued his ministrations. You notice this and pull his face away. A string of saliva connects him to you. And he whines. He fucking whines.

“You couldn’t wait for me to ride you, could you? Naughty boy.”

Your words cause him to freeze before he starts begging.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll be such a good boy please…”

He almost slurs, his voice desperate. And you smirk before pushing him down. Climbing on top of him. Straddling his hips. He whimpers softly like you kicked him until you sink down onto him. His breath hitches and he moans. Whining and whimpering as you start moving your hips. His size was immense. His tip hitting every spot that has you reeling. You moan along with him.

“God…please don’t stop.”

“I won’t…you’re being such a good boy.”

It isn’t long before he cums. The buildup from before hitting him hard as he lets out the most pathetic high pitched whine. His body trembles in the aftershock. The feeling sends you over the edge too.

“See? Much better use of your mouth.”

[6-atlas-6]

Blake who wishes magic never existed.

Blake who notices seers being the most self absorbed magic users and getting irrationally angry because he hates himself for being one.

Blake who struggled in whatever magical school he went to because his classes were never geared towards his magic type.

Blake who would lie in bed at night and curse whatever higher power that was out there for making him the way that he was, that everyone else seemed to view their magic as a gift but his was nothing but a curse.

Blake who has never bothered to see his own death because he saw his best friends, and that might as well have been his own.

Blake who has, deep down, always wished his best friend could just accept him for how he is.

Blake who, despite that, will only ever blame himself because his best friend could never do anything wrong. They were perfect, and he would always be stained with the memory of his best friend telling him that he needed to hide himself to be loved.

He would always be wrong. Covering dirt with beautiful flowers doesn't make what lies underneath any cleaner.

[howlingday]

jaune trying to live a happy single life

Meanwhile a reformed cinder :

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Life has... not been good to Jaune. Since cheating his way into Beacon Academy, what little good Jaune has experienced or performed paled in comparison to the amount of harm he's seen and inflicted on both the people around him and himself. It was an oddly cathartic lesson for him to learn that his greatest enemy wasn't literal monsters who thrived on negativity, nor was it those who went out of their way to aid and abet the master of said monsters, but rather his own feelings of inadequacy and self-hatred.

Jaune Arc is a failure in every task placed upon him. He failed as a partner to Pyrrha when she sacrificed her life to save everyone. He failed as a teammate and team leader when his two closest friends were having relationship struggles. He failed as a huntsman when innocent civilians died as he guided them to safety from Atlas. He's even failed as a hero by forcing his will on magical creatures who sought death so that they could become better people.

And what was the big lesson Jaune learned in all of these failures? He didn't know. If anything, he's the same dumb, clueless idiot who broke into Beacon Academy all those years ago. The only change he's gone through since those days was he's gotten much older than his former peers, and though this change was reverted physically, it doesn't mean there was no change mentally. And walking around his friends, he knows they know it, too.

Ruby, after her self-actualization within the Ever After, has thrown herself into her work as a huntress. What little time she had to spare between missions and planning was with her team, her family, and Oscar, with the latter being her focusing on how he's doing with his slow change into the new vessel of Ozma. What little effort she took to glance at Jaune was always... professional, like Jaune was just another huntsman to her.

Weiss had taken a similar tactic, though her focus was primarily on dust management and caring for her mother and her siblings. She'd grown to understand just how much her family means to her, and they didn't have a lot of time to make up for what should have been precious family moments, rather than bickering familial toxicity. Jaune had noticed she'd placed a lot more distance between them, not that he could blame her given their rocky history. They respected one another, but it was little more than professional respect, like Ruby had with him.

Blake and Yang had been attached at the hip since their confession in the Ever After. And when they weren't together, Yang was with Ruby and Blake was checking the Faunus neighborhoods and ensuring fair and equal treatment among everyone. Jaune remembered the hectic day he and Yang when Oscar was kidnapped, before they themselves were taken into custody, before going into the literal belly of the beast to rescue him. Though the memories were unpleasant, it still doesn't change the fact that they went through it together, even if Yang passes him by like it never happened. He couldn't blame Blake for treating him that way, since the two had barely interacted.

Speaking of couples, JNPR's own couple of Ren and Nora have also been spending time together, though also a lot of time apart, too. Much of their time with the other members, himself and Oscar, before ultimately coming home to each other's embrace. He'd caught them coming out of the same room a few mornings, too. But he couldn't really blame them for pursuing love anymore he could blame Blake and Yang for the same thing, even if there was a pain in his chest every time they looked at each other.

The same way a pair of amber eyes locked onto his blue.

"What do you want?" Jaune didn't bother hiding his disgust nor did he bother pulling free Crocea Mors. He gave her a passing glance and continued walking. She began closing in, like a torpedo on an escaping ship. He could hear her following, glancing over his shoulder and noticing how fast she was pursuing. "What do you want?! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Jaune slammed the door behind him. He backed away, hand to his sword. No flaming blades of magic or shouts of frustration made it through the door. Was that really Cinder?

"Everything okay, Jaune?" His eyes snapped to Oscar, who was looking out the window. "Is that-"

"Keep away from the windows, Oscar." Jaune growled. "Who knows what she'll do next?"

There was a rap against the wood of the door. It was sturdy enough to be head, but polite enough to not sound like she was breaking the door down. Was she... being polite?

"What should we do?"

Jaune looked to Oscar. He remembered sitting down for a conversation with the other soul in his body and finding an odd sense of familiarity with the former headmaster. They understood each other, both feeling like an outcast even amongst their peers. How Jaune and Oscar saw each other was... trickier to determine. For much of their time together, Jaune saw Oscar more as a younger brother of the team, similar to how he viewed Ren as a similarly aged brother. Nora was, well, Nora. But Oscar still looked to Jaune for advice, and it was times like these when he needed it more than anything.

With a gulp, Jaune asked. "What should I do?"

[callmewrinkles3]

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - DR3 X Fem!OC

Summary: Fighting takes it's toll on everyone, and eventually Dan's just too tired to do it anymore. And that's ok.

Words: 7.9k

Warnings: Mental health discussion, Singapore 2024 (it deserves it's own warning we don't care), VCARB bullshit.

AN: Surprise? I think? But yeah. If you knew how long we've wrestled with this, how much we've tried and failed and... This was our white whale. This entire damn moment. And we hope it lives up to hype. Dan and Em's story isn't over yet if people want to hear more. See u soon.♥️

September 2024

In his heart and soul Dan always thought that Em would be the reason he decided to stop fighting for his seat. But he wasn't surprised that Lulu ended up being the straw that broke the camel's back. It wasn't the fact that Red Bull had all but told him he was getting thrown under the bus this weekend. It wasn't that he was fed up of the internal politics. It wasn't even that he didn't trust anyone anymore because they'd told him it was his seat and then ripped it away from him.

It was because his daughter needed her daddy. His family needed him, and on a hot and humid night in Singapore where his daughter just yelled for him it made him decide he wasn't fighting it. It wasn't worth fighting anymore. Luna was the happiest baby in the world, but teething and timezones was taking it out of her. It was putting Em through a toll he never wanted her to pay, exhaustion clear. Her idea of mostly parenting on her own was a good idea on paper, but it was hard. It wasn't just race weekends, it was the weeks before and a few days after too. Dan didn't want her to deal.

The last few weeks had been slow torture. Constant questions about his seat and his future and the lack of answers. He wanted to yell that he'd been promised he'd be in a different garage now, that it was all but confirmed. Instead he'd had that stupid ass meeting, Laurent and Peter genuinely sorry but their hands were tied. He knew they were. He'd seen it on his first merry-go-round in Faenza with Franz, this was the same.

He could take the jabs from the media, the constant "can he still drive?" questioning. He could ignore Jacques and his bullshit in Canada. He was used to it, his skin was thick by now. But it was hurting his wife and his daughter and that shouldn't happen. Emmy was back to being nervous and unsure. He could see the way his wife's confidence was eroding - slowly at first but it'd been faster and faster recently. Lu was unsettled in a way she'd never been before. When you added it all to the teething she was going through it was a mess.

Dan didn't blame his little girl who had no idea what was happening, who kept trying to grab onto him every day and he had to just kiss her head. He couldn't blame his poor wife who was exhausted dealing with Lu and life on the road and making sure Blake and Charlie were doing ok with their news. He blamed himself. He'd promised Lu when she was born that he'd be a present dad, that she'd come first, and he was breaking that promise.

He should be helping Em put Lulu to sleep, reading a story and crooning a lullaby to her against his chest. Instead he was in the comfy bed in their suite, Em and Lulu in the small attached living room. The second Lu had begun to stir with pain in her gums Emmy had gotten up, whisking Lu into the living room to try not disturb Dan. But he was too used to waking up to Lu's movements, to Em getting out of bed. Instead he lay there, part of his pillow over his ears, hating that he wasn't there helping. This time it was even worse, Lulu angrily yelling her favourite word.

"Papa! PAPA!" She yelled as Dan lay there with self loathing through his veins.

"I know you want him baby girl. I know you do, but Papa has to sleep, ok? He's gonna get in the car tomorrow. Just a couple of nights baby girl, I promise. You can have him in a little while, just have to take your medicine." He could barely make out Em's low voice through their daughter's sobs, but her crying never changed. "I know it bothers you baby, I know it does. I know you want Papa and not me, but Daddy needs to go fast tomorrow. We gotta let him get some sleep, baby. I've got you."

"PAAAAAAPPPPAAAAAA!"

Dan couldn't take it any longer. The third time he heard Luna yelling for him he got out of bed, opening the door to find Em standing in the middle of the room, rocking their baby against her chest. Lu's face was trained on the door and the moment she spotted him her tiny arm was out to grab onto him.

"I'm so sorry, babe. She just won't let me help. She doesn't want the painkillers and she won't let me put the gel on to calm her down. I'm trying, but it's a bad night." Em babbled her explanation, looking exhausted and sorry in every possible way. He knew his wife's makeup had been getting thicker and thicker to cover the dark circles that having a teething infant caused, but now her face was clean he could see it. Emmy was the most beautiful woman in the universe to him, but she was tired and he could see she was near breaking point. He didn't care about the deal they'd made, he was breaking it right then and there.

"I've got her, don't worry," Dan murmured as he grabbed under Lulu's arms to fully take her into his. "And don't be sorry, Wrinkles. This isn't your fault."

"You're supposed to be sleeping."

"Emmy, I'm fine. Go to bed, ok? I've got her. I'll be back when she's asleep."

It said everything to Dan that his wife didn't fight him on this. She was exhausted and worn out, kissing him quickly on the lips before putting another to Lu's forehead and whispering she loved them both before she went to bed. He watched her walk back inside and realisation was thick in his stomach that he was done. He wasn't fighting anymore.

Everyone said that the smallest Ricciardo was every inch her father, but it wasn't quite true. The biggest similarity she had to her mother was that when she was truly upset about something the only one who could calm her down was her dad. Lu was equally in love with both her parents, but the times when all she would do was cry? That was Dan's time to shine with her. It was one of those nights, finally taking the syringe into her mouth for the medication before Dan rubbed teething gel along her teeth. It took another ten minutes for the medication to take effect, her red cheeks lightening and Lu relaxing against his chest. It only took a cuddle and a very out of tune rendition of Pink Pony Club before his daughter was asleep peacefully and with that Dan's decision was made.

This was going to be his last race.

The meeting had been perfunctory. Him and Blake in the room. Emmy would have been too if she was still working with them, but she was being Supermum. Laurent and Peter apologising. That his "performance hadn't been where they wanted it". He knew the truth. Liam would get the two seats he'd been promised, and Optus wasn't as much money as they wanted. He got it, as much as he hated it.

And then getting sent out to the media where everyone fucking knew and he was stuck there laughing and joking. It wasn't even like Nat was there so he could have a friendly face. Of course it was one of the few races she didn't attend.

He'd broken his hand for this team. He'd given them everything. And now he was being sent away because they thought it was past it. It fucking sucked. He'd been a shit husband and an even shittier father for the last seven months for them, and instead he was getting turned out on his ass without so much as a by his leave.

But if this was it? If a humid ass Singapore was his final ever Formula 1 race? He was going to enjoy every moment of it and then get on a flight home to Perth with his wife and daughter. He hadn't told Em yet, hadn't known how to. Blake agreed to not say anything until he had. So he stood carefully from the couch holding the greatest achievement of his life in his arms before putting her back in her crib and getting back into bed.

Emmy was still awake, eyes half open as she looked across at him before Dan slid next to her and pressed his head to her collarbone.

"Lu asleep?"

"Fast asleep. She's had her meds and she's off to dreamland. Baby...I. Fuck. I need to tell you something." He could feel her stiffen, an arm wrapping around and holding him tightly as Dan tried to decide how to tell her, before deciding just to blurt it out. "Sunday's my last race."

"What?" The shock was clear and he looked up to see worry across her face.

"I can't keep fighting it. Got called into a meeting today and they said Sunday's my last one. I'm ready, Emmy. I'm just tired. I'm so tired of fighting and trying and being ignored. I just want you and Lu and to relax." A tear slid down his cheek before another joined it. Saying it out loud made it real. He was so fucking tired all the time. The summer break hadn't really been one because of stress. The only bright spot had been Blake and Charlie's wedding, watching their best friends get married and say their vows together was a joy. But now with Blake not able to travel as much because of Char and the baby it was too much. He didn't want to drive any longer. Driving and racing wasn't the most important thing for him, and that was fine.

"Want me to call everyone? Get your mum and dad out for a goodbye? It's a short flight, they can be on one in the morning."

"I can't." His voice cracked as he spoke, but he couldn't face disappointing his parents again. They'd been in Abu Dhabi for the shit weekend with McLaren and seen how he was. He just couldn't face his mum crying and his dad puffing out his chest and being proud when being fired was nothing to be proud of. None of it was worth it. He'd rather go home and see them. "The guys are here, they came out for the annual trip and to meet the potato princess properly. Having the lads who were there to say goodbye to me in the airport when I moved to Europe for this here at the end feels right, y'know?"

The only noise in the room was Lulu's breathing, Emmy holding him tightly and kissing the top of his head.

"You know if you want to keep going we can. We had a timeline and I'll support whatever decision you make. Don't do this just because of us, ok? I don't want you to regret it." Em's voice was low but Dan shook his head against her chest, feeling the tension drain from him.

"I don't want to. I remember when Seb told me he knew he was done. I'm done. I'm good."

"So we go home then? Try to be a normal family?"

"If that sounds good to you." He could hear the cautious optimism in Em's voice.

"We'll be as normal as a family can be with a go-kart and motocross track in the back garden. But it sounds good to me, Baby. I'm proud of you."

He didn't think he'd sleep that night but he did, feeling Em's arms around him while he slept. He woke up the opposite of refreshed, but ready for the weekend ahead. Keep a grin on his face, pretend it was fine, and then go home. He could do it.

The first job was to tell the guys. Blake got a text asking to come over with Charlie and Steve, and the lads got one to come over twenty minutes later. It felt impossible and tough but he had to do it. He had to tell them.

Watching his best mate and wife come into the suite with Steve right behind them just made it crystalise that it was the right decision. Charlie was showing, a little bump already visible that she kept a hand on at all times. He couldn't wait for them to have their baby, and he didn't want to make them travel with an infant. This he could fix at least.

"What's up? What's going on?" Charlie looked from him to Em and back again, red painted lips frowning. "I'm worried about you, is Lu ok?"

"Lulu's fine. She's asleep, I'm gonna get her up in a few minutes." Dan took Emmy's hand as she spoke, running his thumb along her knuckles. Taking a deep breath he just said it.

"Sunday is my last race. Laurent and Peter told me yesterday."

There was consternation, there were arguments, but Blake knew him too well and knew he was done. His best mate gave him a hug and promised that he was proud, Charlie following suit. Em kept a hold of his hand as he spoke, watching them all. It was really happening. He was retiring.

He'd never thought he'd be retired at 35. That sounded fucking insane, retired at 35 years old. His dad was twice his age and wasn't retired. But this was his chance to go enjoy being a dad and a husband. To finally give Emmy everything he'd promised her for their year off that she gave up.

Telling the guys was easier now he'd said it once. It was asking if he was sure and giving him and Em a hug. Lulu was awake by then and excited by everyone who was in the room, giggling and bubbly compared to how sore she was the night before. It felt like another sign of how this was right. He was making the right call.

On the way to the track he held Em's hand as he drove, Lu in her car seat in the back. He got this. It'd be fine.

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Em watched her husband as he did what he always did, grinning and answering media questions as if their hearts weren't breaking. She kept to herself, only speaking to Pierre and the mechanics from the team. Peter had tried coming over to her, but one look made him stop, nod, and turn away. She wouldn't have held her tongue if he'd spoken to her.

At least Grace and Joe were on the way. Dan had said no, but she knew full well he'd want them there when he got out of the car. Blake had organised a charter to keep it hidden, Cal and Ryder getting on the plane too. They were due to land after FP2, meeting them in the hotel. Grace had promised that she was looking after Lulu even with the teething. Em couldn't be thankful enough for her parents in law who loved her with every fibre of their being.

She knew she'd lost weight. Her belts were pulled tighter, tshirts looser. It happened whenever she was stressed. She stopped eating and lost weight and she'd just hoped she could last until the end of the season. She was barely even breastfeeding Lu anymore, relying on formula and the purees and baby food her daughter had started eating so she didn't have to force herself to eat to feed their daughter. She knew the thoughts were bad and she should have said something, but she couldn't.

A horrible, bitter part of her was delighted that Dan wasn't racing after this weekend. She hated that piece of her so much. She truly wanted her husband to do what he loved and be happy but she couldn't deal with it any longer. Even a smaller series would be better. It wasn't not trusting Dan in the car - Em trusted every single inch of him - but it was the media. The world was invested in knowing everything about who she was and who their daughter was and she couldn't cope much longer with it. She was used to the media. Dan had inadvertently signed up for it. She sort of knew what she was getting into. Lulu didn't have a choice in any of this. She was born into it and that wasn't right.

All Emma wished for was that Dan had made the decision and it hadn't been forced on him.

Blake stood beside her for every session, Steve on the other side of her. Even when she'd sworn to never trust anyone the way she'd trusted Michael after how he'd hurt them, Steven had just wormed his way into her heart. She trusted him with all of her and her family and he understood how careful that was for her. So she stood for the final Friday with the blue earphones on her head as she listened to Dan and Pierre.

Keeping the secret from Dan that everyone was on their way felt impossible. Michelle and her family couldn't come but she'd promised Em they'd be at the airport to see them all home when they arrived in Perth. Instead Em focused on their daughter and making sure Lu took the baby painkillers which stopped her from sobbing as much.

When they arrived into the suite the lights were on, Joe and Grace sitting on the couch there. Em watched as Dan stopped still, staring at them for a moment.

"Mama? Dad?" He sounded like a child and it barely took a moment for him to reach out to clutch them. Em closed the door behind them and took Lu out of her carrier as Dan held his parents. A sob emerged from her husband and she watched as Grace somehow got him to the couch while Joe came over to take Lu.

"We'll head in the bedroom, yeah? Give them a minute." It was easy to follow her father in law into the other room and sit on the edge of the bed while he followed suit, waving at Lulu who smiled with a drooly grin. "She's teething?"

"Yeah. Had a meltdown last night with it. I don't even know how she's smiling with how she was."

"Cause she was probably picking up on Dan's tension. How are you doing with everything? It's a big change." Em sighed and twisted her wedding and engagement rings around on her finger.

"Part of me is happy? Just to be out of the circus. But he doesn't deserve this. They're not even giving him Austin, Joe. That kills me. We've the pop up ready to go and he won't be there." The unfairness of it all hurt. The Longhorns helmet ready to go for Austin, Dan already plotting his facial hair for it. Christian's smarmy looking after Dan. The as good as signed contract after Spa and the celebration. And then nothing. From getting the Red Bull seat to unemployed in three races. The idea of Max's reaction made her smile a little.

"Who knows?"

"The heads, Liam, Blake, Charlie, Steve, and the guys. Dan's telling his mechanics after the race. He doesn't want people to know it's his last race, he just wants to do it and we'll go home." Joe put a hand over Em's, stilling her anxious movements.

"Take a breath, Emmy. We've got you, Sweetheart. We've got you and Danny and Luna. I promise. You don't have to be the strong one here. Let us support you."

"I'm just so angry." Her anger dissolved into tears as she leaned against Joe and cried. Anger for their dreams. Anger for their plans. Anger that they didn't have the good grace to let him finish the year. Anger that they didn't just get rid of him in the summer. It hurt her heart in all the wrong places and she couldn't help but sob it out. Joe's arm went around her shoulders and rubbed her arm, and she could feel him whispering to her as she cried.

"It's my fault." The words were quiet as her sobs lessened, Em needing to get it out. "It's my fault the start of the season was so bad. How was he supposed to do a better job racing when he had a newborn daughter and a mess of a wife? I couldn't remember anything. I left our hotel keys behind us before. He had to fix all that, of course it made his work harder."

"Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped." The kind words made the guilt thicker in Em's throat, swallowing to get the words out.

"Cause I felt awful. I've always relied on my brain and it kept betraying me. It's better now, but when I was pregnant and after having Lu it was so so hard. I was a bad mum."

"Grace was like that after she had the kids. Especially Chelle. One day she called me from the neighbours in tears because she walked out without her keys while four month old Chelle was in her crib. It's not your fault Emmy. I promise. Everyone goes through it. It doesn't make you a bad mum, it makes you human. And if Danny didn't help you I'd kill him for not. I promise he doesn't blame you."

"I just want to go home, Dad." The guilt surged through her as she spoke. "I want to go home. I want to be at home on the farm and just be a mum and a wife and watch Lu there. I want her to grow up with family the way I never did."

"Then we're gonna go do that." Joe was soft, supporting Em as his words fixed in her mind. Going home. Home.

"What if Dan doesn't want to?" It was the biggest fear she had. Dan not wanting to go home, wanting to stay travelling the world.

"He wants you to be happy. We'll have the three of you back home, and Lu can have the time of her life with good parents and the family she's got. You're such a good mum to her, Emmy. She's so loved. And we're proud of you for it. I know how hard it's been and you're so good at it. Maybe we don't tell you enough."

"You do." Every phone call they said it. But her brain just hated the thought, didn't believe it often. She still struggled. "Just my ridiculous brain not believing you."

"You still in therapy?" Joe's voice was quiet as Lulu moved in her crib.

"Yeah. Twice a week on bad weeks." Mildred was truly a godsend for her.

"Still taking your medication?"

"Mmmhm." The tiny pills she took every morning with her multivitamin and the smoothie Dan made her. She hated them but they helped. It was worth it. "Psychiatrist every month. Plus blood tests every month too. We upped my dose last month. Plus he...he gave me a diagnosis. PTSD. I didn't think that happened to people who didn't deal with war."

"It happens to people who deal with hard things. You spent all that time trying to protect yourself, you didn't have anyone to help you. Now you do, kiddo. You're doing a good job, sweetheart. I promise. When we all head home how about you and Dan and Lu stay with us for a week? Let us look after you." The smile in his voice was clear and Em looked up at him, a watery smile spreading on her cheeks.

"I'd like that."

"Even parents need parents. C'mon and I'll tuck you in and send that husband of yours in. The two of you need sleep, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. I don't remember the last time someone looked after me like this." She hugged her father in law tightly before Joe pulled the covers back on the bed, helping her in and covering her up. It was a kiss to her forehead and Em could feel sleep overtaking her, the stress weighing on her finally starting to disappear.

She woke up too early the next day to her husband wrapped around her, a noise from the end of their bed startling her slightly as she went to get up.

"Just me, Emmy. I can hear my smallest grandbaby mumbling, getting her some fresh teething gel. Go back to sleep, baby." Grace's hand ran over her arm as Em lay back against Dan, letting sleep come over her again.

Their alarm went off too early, Em stretching against Dan and kissing him before slipping from bed. The anguish and despair from the night before had turned back to anger at Laurent and Peter for what they'd done. At Marko and his bullshit. At Horner and his lies. So instead of getting comfy, Em prepared for war.

A hot shower and putting on clothes that made her feel good, mixed with the pair of patent leather wedge heels that came around the world with her as a just in case pair of shoes. Every single thing she wore - from the lavender underwear to the navy blue jeans - were gifts from her husband. Her jewellery was classy, understated, and gifts from him too. The world thought of her as his wife, and she was going to play the part in this meeting. And take VCARB for what she could get.

She changed from this armoured woman to a melt in a blink, Lu reaching over for a cuddle from her mum. Em's lipstick left a pink sheen against her cheeks, Lu grinning at the unusual feeling and grasping dark brown strands before Em untangled her hair from her daughter.

Dan raised an eyebrow at the makeup she wore, fully aware why she was doing it. Two hours before practice was the meeting that all three of them would be in - her, Dan, and Blake. Just Blake was doing the final meeting with Red Bull, but they both wanted her in there for this one.

Sitting in the small office as the F1Academy cars trundled around on track, Em sat straight up. Laurent looked at them, but before he could speak she opened her mouth.

"I get the realities of this sport. I've been around here for long enough, and I'm not a stupid woman. I also know Horner won't show his face in this meeting. But promising Daniel that seat and taking it away? It's disgraceful. And now you're kicking him out because you're too afraid to upset a billionaire and you're dragging my husband's name through the mud." Her heart was thundering as she spoke, Dan's hand on her thigh.

"Emma-" Peter began to speak, a cajoling tone as he said her name but she wouldn't take it.

"No. Don't you dare 'Emma' me. You know very well what you're doing and the things you're saying. And you know what you promised him, and you promised me. Last year in Silverstone, Peter. You looked at me and you told me you wouldn't treat him like McLaren, but you ended up being even worse than them." The words hit where she wanted them to and she could see the shock on his face.

"We're no-"

"For all the bullshit with Zak, he never said he was happy with his performance. Never. You did."

"We were." Laurent tried to cut in but Em wouldn't let him.

"Stop lying. I highly doubt you have any right now, but if you have any dignity at all please stop lying. Not only to my face, but to my husband's face." She could feel the way Blake stiffened beside her but he didn't cut her off, letting her keep her nerve. She knew if she stopped she wouldn't speak again.

"Emma we were. There were circumstances be-"

"Circumstances like what? A cracked chassis? Red Bull being worse than Alpine at contracts? I know the situation, and you want to get out of here with some reputation intact. No fuss. No big show, no announcement. Retirement announced on Wednesday so we can be at home and away from the bullshit."

"We were planning a-"

"No." Her voice was firm. If they were firing her husband she wasn't letting them use him as a show pony again.

"But we thought-"

"No. You don't get to decide my husband's career. It's over. Dan is making an Instagram post on Wednesday. You can do whatever you want, but we don't want any fuss, no nothing. If you had the decency to let him finish out the year then this would be a very different conversation, but now I don't want to hear those plans. We're doing this our way." She took a slow breath as she tried to hide her anxiety. That stupid feeling of anger and fear filled her as she breathed it out. This was for Dan. His hand squeezing her thigh slowly was a reminder that she was doing the right thing.

"Daniel, are you not going to speak?" She could tell as Dan took a breath before he responded.

"Em is saying exactly what I'd say, except a hell of a lot nicer than I would. Why the fuck would I want to do donuts in Singapore when there's six races left. I'm getting the helmet I had ready for Abu Dhabi flown in so I can use it." The conversation was going nowhere and she was done. This was pointless. Before she could speak Blake did and she was so happy he knew her so well.

"Since you clearly have no power here I'm discussing the buyout with Red Bull. But things are happening the way Emma said. Dan's right, you're lucky she's the one speaking in this meeting because she's being way nicer than you cunts deserve right now."

"Blake, we can-"

"Anything else you want to say Em?"

She took a deep breath, looking at the two men. For the first time she could see guilt in their eyes, but she couldn't care anymore.

"You made us a promise. And I know in F1 that promises aren't always kept, but you didn't have to lie to us. We're all fucking adults here. We won't speak badly about the team as long as you all keep Daniel's name out of your mouths. Including Helmut. And before you say you can't do it, that's what's going to happen. If he starts criticising we can talk."

When she finished speaking she stood, her husband and brother walking back with her. They made it back to Dan's driver room and the three of them hid in it. Quiet for just a moment was what they needed before Blake spoke.

"Most of the contract is organised. No ambassador role, no sponsorship. Full payout for two years. It's me and Horner, and I've enough fucking dirt on him to bury him. We promised no lawyers in the room. Anything else you want?"

"Silverstone replica." Em's voice was low but she swallowed and said it again. "His ninth win. Silverstone. He did that in that car. Dan. Same way we got the Monza one?"

"Got it covered, Timmy. Promise."

The silence was still with them before Dan's sigh broke it. "I was in his fucking wedding. I hate this. I hate all of it. It just hurts."

She turned on the small sofa to face him, legs hooking over Dan's lap. "We do this. You get through practice and quali and then we go hug our baby girl and be loved by our friends and family, ok? You've got this. I promise you can do it."

It hurt to watch Blake walk out the door, and it hurt for Em to have to leave the room to let Dan and Steve get him ready for practice. But she did what she had to do, standing up and going down to the garage. Em knew the cameras would be on her, and she had to pretend nothing was happening. So she did.

Qualifying was painful. She held her head up high and watched as Dan was barely caught out, Pierre turning his head and mouthing his apologies to her. It wasn't Pierre's fault. She wouldn't blame him. He'd been nothing but supportive and friendly to them, making Lulu grin when he came over to wave at her and treat her like his own niece. She knew she could rely on him.

That evening as the paddock emptied out the three of them snuck into the garage. It was just them, a couple of lights on in the garage. One of the first photos they had was of Lu sitting on the car, and she wanted one of the three of them with it. This was real. Her husband had driven in over 250 Formula One Grands Prix. He'd scored points. He'd run the Mercedes domination close in a car that shouldn't have. They'd travelled the world with their infant daughter and she needed proof that it was real.

As Dan went to set up the small tripod he'd brought with him, a movement startled Em. Stepping out from one of the aisles was Pierre, a frown on his face as he took in the sight in front of him.

"It's true, then? I didn't want to believe the rumours. It isn't right." She could see the dismay on his face, barely nodding while trying to keep her composure. Dan stood and nodded, the engineer walking over and wrapping Dan in a hug. When they separated, he came over and kissed Em's cheek, placing one on Lulu's forehead too.

"I'm sorry, Emma. I'm so sorry." It was the first apology she'd received from anyone in the entire team that actually felt sincere.

"Thank you. Pierre, can you do us a favour? We wanted a photo of the three of us. Could you?" He smiled and nodded, taking Dan's Leica from his hands and getting them to stand and smile. The flash went off and it healed a piece of her battered heart. Even in the bullshit, here was someone who had loved her husband and cared about her. That was special.

They thought the hotel suite would be quiet when they got back, but instead everyone was there. There was a takeout feast spread out across the table, Dan's arm keeping Em upright as she saw all of their loved ones there. Dan's family, their friends, Blake and Charlie, Charlie's brother Cal and his boyfriend. All there to support Dan because he was their Dan too. It was a room filled with love and she was so happy to have them even under such awful circumstances.

When they'd all finally sat down Charlie held her arm out, pulling Em into a side hug and kissing her temple. They'd barely spent time together this weekend, Em's world revolving around finalities. But her best friend was still there, holding her and that meant everything.

"Love you Ems." Charlie whispered, before lowering her ear to Lu. "And you too, Miss Lulu. Come here and let your parents eat. I've got her."

"Morning sickness bad?" Em asked as she watched her daughter settle easily.

"All day sickness. It's ok. But I've been eating all day I can't face a proper meal. I'll eat later, Blake will make me." She grinned wickedly before picking at some chips on the table, making Em smile back. God she was lucky.

The atmosphere started forced, but it lightened as conversations began. Dan kept his hand on Em's thigh and she could feel the pressure lighten as he relaxed too, chatting with Cal and introducing him to the rest of their friends. It was what she needed, just to be calm and unwind and feel the love that surrounded them. Nearly everyone at the table knew them before they were Dan and Em. Knew Dan before he was Daniel Ricciardo. They had all of this to look forward to as some of the guys played peekaboo with Lulu, making her grin and wave at them.

As everyone left the room hugs were exchanged, Em watching as Cal and Ryder hugged Dan. She could barely hear the words exchanged, but they filled her heart to overflowing as she strained to hear.

"Why the fuck did you two cunts come all the way here?" Dan asked, cursing hiding the nerves.

"Because I wanted to support you." Cal's honesty was quick and easy. "I told you when we met. You made me love racing. And now I get to call you my friend too. I want to be here to support my friend and my hero, I get to do both at the same time."

Tears were shed as his words sank in, Dan clutching the younger men in a hug before letting them go. It was heartbreaking and hopeful. He'd really, really changed lives. He'd inspired kids. That...that meant something. It really did.

Em watched her husband get into bed first, holding his arms out for a half asleep Luna. Lu stirred slightly as she got comfortable, watching Dan with curious brown eyes. She was growing into her face, a Ricciardo more and more every day. Once Em put her stretched out Race Service shirt on she crawled in beside Dan, her book in her hand. His arm wrapped around her as she got comfy and began to read out loud to her babes.

"Chapter One. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole. And that meant comfort."

As she read her husband and daughter to sleep, even with the confusion around them, Em relaxed beside them. They were her comfort, and they'd get through it all.

If she was honest, Em barely remembered the race. She knew all of Dan's friends were around them, sandwiching her and holding her up when she just felt sick the entire time. She remembered the roars they let out when he had his pitstop, the confusion on that final lap stop and the realisation that it was to take fastest lap from Lando. Watching him do it to perfection, showing that even when he was down he wasn't out. And that final message the feed shared, Max saying he owed Dan a Christmas present.

It was done. Her husband's final Formula One race, coming last and hopefully helping Max win his fourth championship. He'd done it. Two hundred and fifty eight races. Nine race wins. Four pole positions. He'd won Monaco, Silverstone, and seven other tracks. She was forever proud of all he'd accomplished. She always would be. The way it was ending was undignified and heartbreaking, but he was her Danny. Her boy from the Perth suburbs had fought and had an eleven year career in the sport that chewed up and spat people out too easily. She couldn't be happier for him.

The walk back to hospitality was short, everyone there surrounding her and buoying her spirits. Em just let their words wash over her, delight in that even with what had happened, this was what mattered. That right here were people who loved her and Dan and their daughter. No matter what, they would always have that.

Seeing Charlie's brother made her want to cry, the younger man looking bittersweet. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling into a hug.

"I'm so glad you both made it. Seriously. It's wonderful." He smiled at her words, nodding and watching the scenes as people started packing up.

"You ok?"

"We will be." And it was the truth. Dan would come back after media, after having to deal with ridiculous tributes to a career that everyone knew was dead and buried but couldn't fully admit it yet. He'd arrive back and be loved by all of them, and they'd go back to the hotel. And in the morning they'd organised a plane for everyone to head back to Perth together. There'd be family waiting at the airport and then it was to Grace and Joe's for a few days to be looked after. Phones off, family time.

Finally back with everyone Grace handed her Luna, half awake and happy that her mama was there with her. Lulu just wanted a giant cuddle from her mother, held tightly and confused at being up so late, but loving all the new uncles she'd gotten to know. The guys had all talked about Lu meeting their kids, being part of the gang that now came to every formerly drunken barbecue that had kids toys and bottles of milk instead of vodka. It was a new life for them, but it'd be a good one. Em knew it would be.

"He's coming, c'mon!" It was Joe who nudged her out of her thoughts, pulling Em up with Lu in her arms as the group ran outside hospitality to welcome Dan back for the final time.

Em stood there cheering, Lulu against her not knowing what was going on but yelling just as loudly. The moment she realised it was for her dad she got extra excited, a kiss against their daughter's head the final thing Dan did before going inside. Instead of going in Em stood there in the Singapore heat, looking around. It was over. They were done.

"Pass her over to uncle Blake?" Em turned to where her affectionately nicknamed Tall Blake was, holding out his arms to take Lulu. She'd been passed around Dan's friends and their family all weekend, the men taking turns to tire her out. She didn't know what she'd have done without them there to help and make things easier.

"I think she's about ready for bed."

"Perfect. Charlie's tired too, so we were talking to her and Steve. The group of us are gonna leave with Lu and head back to the hotel. You and Dan and Blake stay here as long as you need, soak it in. He knows we're all so fucking proud of him, right?"

"He knows." Em blinked back her tears, grinning and kissing Lu's cheek. "We all know. Thanks for being here. We needed people."

"Any fucking time, you know that. We all adore him."

Em hugged everyone goodbye, waving to an already napping Lulu. They were so goddamn lucky that even on a day filled with sadness and awfulness that they were so loved. That somehow her little family was filled with all these people who adored them and took her in and let her just be. It meant the world.

It was a slow walk upstairs, nodding at Dan's mechanics. They and Pierre had always, always been on his side and she couldn't thank them enough. She couldn't be grateful enough that even with the bullshit they were there and supporting them. But she finally made it up, knocking on the door and going inside. The room felt empty, the photos on the wall gone. Just blank walls and Dan's backpack sitting on a table.

"Where's Lu?" Her husband's first words are as he reached out and pulled her into his lap.

"With Char and everyone. They've all gone back to the hotel, told me to tell you to soak everything in and they're proud of you. We love you."

"Love you too."

"It's over, Memy. It's actually over. I didn't think..." His voice trailed off and Em just leaned against him as she felt the tension leave Dan's body.

"Do I want to know how you feel?"

"Worn out. Won't sink in till the announcement I reckon. But I don't want to leave yet."

"Then we can stay."

She watched Dan get changed in near silence, his pink helmet from the race sitting on the small table. The little symbols that told their story - a lemon, water, the sun. A paper plane. A bow for Lu, a pair of glasses for Blake and Charlie's red lipstick immortalised. The tiniest pair of blue booties hidden in the design for their still cooking godson. There were so many tiny references in it that she loved as she'd watched Dan design it and get the references just right. He handed the still slightly damp one to her as she watched him pull the spare out, writing on the tearoff and turning it for her to see.

Pierre - what a damn run, eh? Sorry for breaking my hand and not getting a podium for us. Thank you for everything you've done for me and welcoming me, and merci for not punishing my awful French. Second best engineer I've ever had. Love - Daniel

The first tear fell as she read the message he'd left for Pierre, Em grinning through it. She wouldn't change it. Even with everything that had happened, even with the hardship and difficulty and pain and frustration. She couldn't change it because that would make it not what they'd lived. It'd make it fake.

It wasn't the only message she'd watched him write that weekend. One for Steve, one for Blake and Charlie. His race worn one was going on their helmet wall, the final piece of the design.

The door opened, Blake coming in with a smile on his face. It was the three of them together in the end. Standing in a tiny driver's room, looking at each other.

"Got it all. The Silverstone trophy's being delivered next week. All of it."

It was a hug for her big brother and a gasped thank you as Em forced all the love and thanks and grace she had left in her body to him, determined to make him feel it. He'd done it and gotten Dan what he deserved in the midst of a shit situation, and that was another silver lining. She could deal with all of this.

"Where is everything?" The words slipped out before she could stop them. "The photos, Lu's stuff? all your stuff?"

"I got Char to do it during the race. It's all packed away neatly to unpack at home. I couldn't do it, Emmy. I couldn't watch you do it." She held his hand as Dan pulled her back to him, the three of them sitting on a too small couch as they waited for everyone to be ready to leave. The paddock was emptying, getting quieter and quieter as they listened.

"I think I'm ready." Dan broke the silence, his bag in his hand. This was it. The final walk.

So Emma Ricciardo took her husband's hand and walked out of the Singapore Grand Prix paddock beside him. Just before they stepped outside she took one final look back at the lights, at the nearly empty area now most of the staff had gone home.

"Any regrets?" Blake asked the two of them. She knew Dan's - not staying at Red Bull to fight. Not winning a championship. Being too loyal and not moving to Mercedes. But her? She wouldn't have changed it. She paid the highest possible price, but she'd gotten everything she'd dreamed of.

"I got my husband, my daughter, and my brother from this. It's worth the trade."

And with a final beep as she scanned her pass, Em left the paddock.

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Dissecting the Inconsistencies in Poison (Commentary)

For some fucking reason despite this song intending to be Anti-Rape and Blake trying to be the next Michael Kovich with him trying so hard to sound like him, the song makes me think it's Pro-Rape.

I'm not above a love to cash in Another lover underneath those flashin' lights Another one of those ruthless nights Yeah, yeah, yeah

In this verse, Angel Dust is talking about his work as being a Porn Star, and how he spends time under the spotlight recording with strangers "Another lover" implies there's more than one each night.

I shoulda' guessed that this would happen I shoulda' known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes Spewin' all your red-hot lies Yeah, yeah, yeah

In this verse, he laments on how he should have guessed what had happened, and how he should have known it by telling from a red flag via Valentino. Red hot lies are also referring to manipulation.

What's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself

He blames himself for ending up in this Hell.

'Cause I know you're poison You're feedin' me poison Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow Up your poison I made my choice, and Every night I'm livin' like there's no tomorrow

This verse conflicts me, on one hand, he's accepting of the poison and refusing the much needed help, and I am pretty sure Val isn't actively trying to isolate him from anyone else, which makes him less of a threat and all of his threats have to do with something related to making Angel Dust fuck other people. And most of the threats sound so goofy that it makes me wanna fucking cringe.

He's talking about how he has no choice but to accept the poison I get it, he's a victim but the thing is about Angel Dust as a whole is, that the song is not even representive of the fact this guy is a victim of SA, rather he's depicted as enjoying it and doing all this.

Oh-oh, oh-oh Any way you want me, baby That's the way you got me, I'll be yours My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison

Most of the time, I believe he finds himself in a place where he is trapped, although there's tons of people who he cares about. The best part of a character arc for him would technically be Angel Dust being led to believe most of the people in the Hotel were "using him" and that he is forced to stay with Val until he is showed that people care about him.

I got so good at bein' untrue I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear I disassociate, disappear Yeah, yeah, yeah So far beyond difficult to resist another gulp

In this verse, he is completely talking about losing himself, and falling into the gulp of Val's poison. Which we don't see any of.

Yeah, I know it's poison You're feedin' me poison I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow Up your poison I made my choice, and Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow Oh-oh, oh-oh Any way you want me, baby That's the way you got me, I'll be yours My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison Poison, I'm drownin' in poison I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison Wish I had something to live for tomorrow…

And it ends with him having a (semi) realistic panic attack to distract us from the fact that Angel Dust deadass sang a Love Song about his abuser.

This is a Pop Song.

I feel like making a song about anti-rape SHOULDN'T be something like Pop, it's too cheerful and makes it insensitive. I feel like something on the level of Nirvana can actually work out.

In Conclusion, while Poison is catchy, it's NOT a good song at all, and gives me mixed signals. Compared to Addict its a complete downgrade of it, beyond the vocals and lyrics. No 8 year old should be listening to this, and no one should "Cum" to the visuals VivziePop.

[pilot-boi]

Could you see Jaune having trouble with meat going forward because he just spent decades where everything was potentially human levels of sentience.

Jaune is poking at his food.

Which Yang knows isn’t THAT strange, he’s never been good at feeding himself when he’s down (a certain week at Beacon with a certain asshole who shall remain unnamed comes to mind) and Jaune certainly has more than enough reason to be out of sorts these days. Being young then old then young again would do that to a guy.

But this is different than his normal lack of appetite. He’s not just pushing his food around; he’s actively picking over pieces of it, almost putting them in his mouth, and then putting the food back on the plate. There’s a certain green around the gills look on her friend’s face that Yang’s come to associate with airship travel.

Not that she can blame him. The food in Vacuo isn’t what she’d call normal or appetizing, but with supplies limited they can’t turn up their noses, especially since they didn’t exactly give Vacuo time to prepare for an influx of refuges.

Still, eating worms, bats, and lizards has taken some getting used to.

“Are you gonna invite me to sit down, or do I have to keep lurking?” Yang quips, plopping down next to her fellow blonde. He jumps, predictably, but his startle instinct is less than it was a week ago. Baby steps.

“Oh! Yeah uh… hey.” He smiles sideways at her. “Did you need something?”

“Nah, not really,” she shrugs. “Just saw you sitting all by your lonesome and thought I’d join you.” She pokes at his food. “You gonna eat that?”

Jaune drops his gaze back to his plate, and once again his expression turns queasy. Like a toddler faced with a plate full of vegetables. Strange, Yang never took Jaune for a picky eater, but then again he did eat almost exclusively dinosaur chicken nuggets back at Beacon.

“It’s looking at me,” he groans, poking at the side of a roasted lizard. It flops over and he shudders.

“So do fish,” Yang says bluntly, dropping an arm around his shoulders. “And I’ve seen Blake eat those heads and all.”

“You know shockingly you’re not helping.”

“Come on, this can’t be the weirdest thing you’ve eaten.” She leans in conspiratorially, lowers her voice. “I mean I was only in the Ever After for a day or two but that parfait-” Yang is fully about to launch into a tirade on the pros and cons of growgurt parfait, but something makes her pause.

The fork is rattling in his grip. Her eyes narrow. That’s not just nausea. A glass dropped in a kitchen miles away comes to mind.

“Jaune…” Yang trails off. Are you alright? What’s wrong? Do you need to talk? She can probably guess the answers to all three questions, but none really feel appropriate in the middle of a cafeteria.

So she draws on the only other well of experience she has. Being a big sister to a very picky eater.

“What’s wrong with the food?” Blunt, but sometimes it’s best to cut to the heart of the issue. “Is there something else you’d rather have?”

“Not meat,” Jaune replies without hesitation, and Yang is admittedly taken aback. He’s never been a carnivore by any means, but his aforementioned love of dino nuggets barred him from vegetarianism.

Yang looks back down at his plate. The lizard is still looking at them, and Jaune is very determinately not making eye contact. “If this is still about the eyes, I’m sure that-”

“No. No it’s not,” Jaune cuts her off, shaking his head. “Well I mean, a little bit, but.” He plops his head down in his hand. Glances sideways at her, and then away again. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

Yang is almost offended that he thinks SHE of all people might laugh at him for what is obviously a trauma response. Friendly negging, sure, but never laughter. She wouldn’t do that to anyone, let alone him. But then a certain magenta and cyan cat with a wicked grin and sharp tongue comes to mind, and she’s reminded that laughter in the face of pain is probably all he’s known for years.

She hates that fucking cat.

“I promise, Jaune. I won’t laugh.”

He studies her for more than a moment, searching her face for any hint of insincerity. Of course finding none, he sighs. “You remember Little?”

Yang blinks. Not where she thought this was going. Roll with the punches. “Yeah. Kinda hard to forget a talking mouse.”

“Right. Yeah, of course.” Jaune laughs weakly, running a hand through his hair. He scratches at the back of his neck, reaching for a ponytail that isn’t there. “Stupid of me.”

Yang grabs his hand, and he starts. “Hey. None of that,” she reprimands, stopping his downward spiral before it has time to start. Her thumb rubs a circle in his palm, and she can feel him untense. “What about Little?”

“They’re why I don’t wanna eat meat,” he admits. He's speaking quickly, like the words are being drawn out of him.

No laughing, not now, but Yang can’t help her skeptical look. Little, by their own admission, had never been away from home. And sure, Jaune was there for decades, but he didn’t seem to know the mouse.

Jaune sees her look and clarifies. “Well not them specifically, but like… the Afterans. Everything there was so… alive, they could talk, think for themselves. Everything. The mice, rabbits, deer, birds…”

His grip tightens on her hand. “I didn’t have a choice in the beginning. It wasn’t fun, but what else could I do? I had to eat, and after the clock fruit I didn’t trust the plants, so the animals…” Jaune swallows thickly. “The animals seemed like the safest bet.”

If her hand was flesh, she’s sure his nails would be biting into her skin. As it is, she can feel the way his hand is gripping hers like it’s the only thing keeping him from running. And it’s horrible, because Yang thinks she can see the end of the tunnel, the destination this story is going to.

“I knew how to do it. Hunt animals, I mean,” he says, his voice horribly detached. “I used to go hunting with my mom when the food stores were low. And in Mistral, with Ruby and Ren and Nora. So I knew how to catch an animal and skin it and cook it.”

Jaune laughs again. “It wasn’t pretty, Ren could definitely do a better job. So cooking and cleaning it wasn’t the worst part. The worst part…” He swallows thickly. “The worst part was killing it. It was alive, Yang. It was alive, and it was staring at me, and it didn’t want to die.” He stares down at the lizard on his plate. It stares back at him, accusing almost.

“How… how do you know it didn’t want to die?” Yang asks tentatively, even though she’s pretty sure she knows the answer.

“It told me.” His voice is horrible, wretched. The green is back in his cheeks and Yang hates that she now knows the reason why. “It told me! And I still killed it, and cooked it, and ate-” Jaune’s voice chokes off. The words seem to catch in his throat. “It was like… it was like eating…”

“Like eating a person,” Yang finishes, the train now having reached the horrible station. Jaune nods, horror stricken, and Yang trades which hand is holding his so she can rub circles into his back. He’s still just staring at his food. “Gods Jaune I… That’s so fucked, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“I had to eat, or I’d die. And I couldn’t die because I had to wait for you all to arrive. So I had to eat.” The way he says it, so matter-of-fact, Yang can’t help but wonder what else he’s internalized as being what he had to do, no matter the harm it caused him.

She doesn’t know what to say. Picky eating, she could handle. Trauma, she could handle that, too. At least, to an extent. But sometimes it was just too much.

“How long?” Yang asks eventually. “You weren’t eating meat while we were there, how long did you have to do that?”

“A week. I think,” he responds. “Time was difficult.” And isn’t that the understatement of a century. “Once I found the Hunter Mice they showed me which plants were safe to eat. Some of them were hit and miss, but I was good from then on. Especially when I made it to the Market.”

The lizard stares up at them both. Yang glares back at it, as if the dead desert dweller was the one who sent Jaune back in time and made him so desperate to live that he was forced to… do that.

“So… no meat?”

“No meat,” Jaune confirms. “I could probably choke it down if needs must, but…”

“Not even dino nuggies?” she grins.

He barks out a laugh. “My only weakness. No, not yet.” Not yet. That was better than she was expecting. His cheeks are still a little green, but he’s not shaking anymore at least. “Maybe at some point, but not now. No meat.” He grimaces, poking at the lizard. “And especially none with eyes.”

“Well in that case, come on.” Yang stands. He finally pulls his eyes away from the plate, and blinks up at her. “Let’s go!”

“Go where?”

“To find you something to eat!” Hand still firmly clasped around his, she hauls him up and scoops the unwanted plate up in the other. “I’m sure Sun knows someplace around here that serves vegetarian options.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that,” Jaune protests. “I already ruined your whole lunch with this.” He gestures vaguely between himself and the plate.

“No way, you didn’t do anything.” Yang jabs a finger in his chest. “If you need an ear to listen, I’m happy to be there. You’re not imposing, you’re not too much, I’ve got you.” She doesn’t tell people that enough. A tea cup and a wooden tomb. She needs to tell people that more. “I’m buying you lunch. Veggies. Fruits. You name it, you get it.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I really think I do.”

“I’m not going to change your mind about this, am I?” he smiled, allowing Yang to drag him from the cafeteria.

“No-sir-ee bob,” she said, swinging his hand back and forth. “You are not leaving my side until we get some desert fresh veggies in your stomach.” She passed the uneaten plate to a volunteer by the door. “My treat.”

[howi99]

At the library

Ruby: *sigh* Blake, i know you are invested in arresting the white fang but...

Yang: You haven't slept in 3 days!

Blake: *with a comically large mug of coffee* You both can't understand, i'm responsible for this mess!

Jaune: *on one of the couches, reading a cooking book* You remind me of one of my father's friends. He kept blaming himself over and over again for something he couldn't have known. That man turned crazy, trying to fix his mistake. *Putting down his book* It took his mentor dying in his arms before he saw the path he chose wouldn't save anyone.

Blake: *rolling her eyes* I'm not going to turn crazy, i just-

Jaune: Want to fix your mistake? Avenge the one who died? Those were his only goal. Noble, isn't it? But in doing so, he almost lost everyone that mattered to him because of his mistake. *Looking directly in Blake's eyes* Don't think you are better than him, or you might get everyone killed.

Blake: .... *Sigh* fine, i'll go get some sleep. *Leave*

Ruby: ... Was this real? What you just said?

Jaune: Well, 95% of it, yes. Of what my father said, there was a lot going on. But he doesn't really like talking about his past. It's more of a cautionary tale.