#but things have changed now and i have maNy fillings and a cap and a root canal

[dear-ao3]

the 2024 formula 1 silly season and drama master post, part 2 (part 1 here)

Hello and welcome to ah fucking fuck auto caps fuck fuck fuck how do i turn off auto caps AHA there we go okay. take 2

hello and welcome to the great and very insane formula 1 2024 season drama post, part 2. if you are new here or are just looking for part one (which contains the previous 16 (?) races, the off season, pre season testing and everything else, that can be found HERE. (a word to the wise: open it in a browser, not the app, and preferably on a computer to avoid crashing. its fucking long). 

what the hell is formula 1? car go fast. fastest cars in the world zoom around tracks at top speeds of over 300kph, piloted by the top 20 drivers in the world. it might not sound dramatic, but oh man. you will Not be disappointed. this post focuses on the drama, the insanity, the sheer what the hell how is this a serious sport. no legitimately. we've just about seen it all this year. grindr, dogs, watersports, ice cream brands, its all here.

the point of this post? to educate, to catalog the insane drama, and to just have a good time. people like to gatekeep this sport, there is also a lot happening. i try to make it easy to understand. again, probably best to start at the beginning of the post because it does a pretty good job of explaining things, which i began way back in january, and can be found HERE (again, shes long, be careful)

and, as usual, if you do not want to see this post EVER AGAIN, block the tag #saph explains silly season 2024

and a second caution, i assume this post will be getting long as well. including this one we have minimum 9 updates left!

anyway, those of you who have been following along the whole time, welcome back! i know we got a little delayed. and i know we’re on a new post, so lets just briefly take a second for me to explain what the fuck happened. first i had an anatomy test, second i work 2 jobs with fuck ass hours, third tumblr decided to stop letting me look at any of my drafts, fourth tumblr support ghosted me about the drafts issue and the post was half saving half not so i just decided fuck it, were going with post 2, electric boogaloo, and fifth, i decided to start typing this instead in a google docs so. many changes. if you're new here i am usually more on top of this.

but here we are. were back on street circuits. we’re in baku, azerbaijan, for the start of the last third of the season. 8 races remain, world championship titles are still within grasp of multiple people. the drama is dramaing. and today is september 22, 2024 and lets fucking go. 

first and foremost, on account of the fact that this post is late (again, see above), were going to have to do a bit of a speed run. if you're new here, i promise that this is not representative of my normal dedication to the update post. and for those asking, yeah, ill probably compile it somewhere better than a tumblr post after its all said and done, but we don't have time for that now. 

what we do have time for is the Off Week (and like some of the media stuff). and it was filled with silliness: 

george russell decided to wear what can only be described as slightly ugly yellow short shorts with his taylor swift shirt that he got at the eras tour. this was baffling for several reasons, the main reason being that i don't think the internet knew that he was capable of wearing a graphic t shirt

fernando alonso got his aston martin valkyrie finally. in case you are unfamiliar, a valkyrie i think is the worlds fastest street legal car. he posted tweets about this that made it seem like he wanted to fuck the car. hilariously, the car broke down an hour later.

we also had the very thrilling conclusion to grill the grid. oscar won and he somehow managed to look more pleased about his grill the grid win than his first race victory. 

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by FORMULA 1® (@f1)

nico rosberg went to the green awards and he wore a fantastically insane teal blue suit. yes i know hes not a current driver. but you all like hearing about him so ask and you shall receive. unfornunately i cant find a picture of it though

and also not a current driver is mick schumacher, but my roommate asked me to include that he was seen on his girlfriends instagram being bad at golf. like. exceptionally bad at golf. like he hit a tree 20 feet in front of him.

also playing golf was lando norris. except he managed to look like try bolton from high school musical 2.

he also talked about the world driver championship with his friend max fewtrell while they were playing golf. unfortunately i lost this link in the sea of technical difficulties, but the gist of it was that he was saying that there is still hope for him to beat max in the championship (hes about 60 points behind right now). lando doesnt usually talk about the championship because he doesnt want news outlets to paint him as “desperate” so this was interesting

charles leclerc had an insane off week. first he rear ended someone in monaco. then he spoke at a yacht conference. he was not scheduled to speak at said yacht conference, he was there doing something else and they were like hey you're cool people know you, heres a microphone. he alsp ended up on a weather channel while promoting a karting event he was doing for the jules bianchi foundation (his god father, the one who died during the f1 race in japan 2014). he also changed his instagram pop and re centered it because some random tiktoker told him it matched his aesthetic better.

oscar piastri posted a photo of himself sitting in the cockpit of a plane and then promptly deleted it. because he posted it on 9/11. for anyone who doesnt know what that is, that was when some terrorists hijacked commercial planes and few them into the world trade centers in nyc and the pentagon in washington dc

max verstappen also posted a plane pic with himself and lando norris, but he did not delete it.

we also had the return of daniel ricciardo’s jpg instagram account, which is kinda like a finsta for photos that hes taken. i think lando started this a few years ago. 

heading into the race week we certainly got a weird ass batch of pr. including but not limited to:

lewis hamilton was back on top and slaying in the fit game. as was yuki. 

lewis hamilton also exposed george russell as listening to katy perry pre race. katy perry and taylor swift (this was after he claimed that he liked listening to old school rap music.) though, lewis then started singing wrecking ball???? confusing vibes all around

george was not off the hook yet tho because some intern definitely make him say skidibidi toilet or whatever the thing is idk, i might be gen z but im not insufferable, okay? actually george in baku was just all kinds of unhinged

george and alex also got up to something, what it is no one knows but it is clearly something

max pulled up to the paddock de aged about 10 years. picture one is of him in baku in 2015 (i believe he was 17) and picture 2 is this year. no i am not kidding. 

and franco walked into the paddock telling everyone about argentinian mate (which is a drink, not a friend)

and max shoved a microphone out of the way so everyone could gossip

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Scuderia Ferrari HP (@scuderiaferrari)

then of course, we had some slightly more relevant drama

haas announced that ollie would be replacing kevin at baku. in case you forgot, kevin magnussen received a total of 12 penalty points over the season so far, which means he gets one race ban. how did he get the points? well he was mostly wreaking havoc on everyone else so that his teammate, nico hulkenberg, could drag his car into the points. lets all remember the time in saudi arabia where he managed to get 20 seconds of penalties by basically driving like a mad man just to make sure that nico could keep his position after he pit stopped. anyway, nico was kind of pissed about the race ban situation and said “maybe the guidelines for F1 penalties need to be reviewed as the stewards ‘want to get involved’ no matter the contact.”

in any case though, k mags was out. and ollie was in. we’ve seen ollie before. notably he subbed in for carlos sainz at the saudi arabia gp when carlos had appendicitis. he managed to get points as well. since then, he has been announced as a haas driver for 2025 and is now subbing in for k mags (haas, later in the week called him a super sub. clearly no gen z person read that over.) he can do this because ferrari has a haas engine so they share reserve drivers.

adrian newey finally got employed. i know! i can hardly believe it either! but he did! and youll never guess where! 

ferrari? no that would be too obvious. 

mercedes? nah

williams? no too much of a shit show

aston martin? ding ding ding! just the right amount of shit show! 

that is right. newey is going to aston for 2025. 

apparently he was offered a “good package” according to himself, which i assume means pay and also the fact that lawrence stroll made him a shareholder? stakeholder? whatever its called. in the team itself. basically he has a lot of power. 

he said that he always wanted to work with fernando and lewis. and he couldn't do both. and aston had a better package than ferrari. 

fernando looked positively evil during all the announcement pictures. and called the team "definitely the team of the future" and for those of you who don't know, fernando is positively evil. hes just been stuck in a shit box and we havent seen very much of him, but man does he know how to evilly slut it up. so that will be fun to see.

by contrast, people said that lance was not excited enough. and well. lance 1. has resting bitch face and 2. never really looks excited about anything. also he lives in a world where take your child to work day somehow became his job. (his dad owns the team).

lewis hamilton was asked what he thought about adrian not going to ferrari, and here's what he had to say:

"i feel like, while I have mentioned before that it would be an honor to work with adrian, i have been privileged to work with two championship winning teams that didnt have adrian."

mclaren announced pato o ward would do FP1 in mexico. who is pato o ward? hes one of mclaren’s indycar drivers and one of the f1 reserve drivers. he is incredibly charming and definitely runs his own social media as seen here:

mclaren Also claim they figured out who their number 2 driver is and they claim its oscar. i say they claim because the statements were a lot more complex than that. essentially, according to andrea stella, the priority is to the team first, then lando and then oscar. so they didn't outright say that oscar is the number 2 driver and i am willing to bet real money that this is because mr mark webber, oscars manager, has something in oscars contract that prevents him from being a number 2 driver. this is of course because mark webber was one of the most infamous number 2 drivers in f1 history to none other than menace war criminal sebastian vettel, who in their time as teammates, managed to win 4 back to back world champions. or, top to bottom if you're mrs darbus from high school musical. 

lando was asked about this and he said that yes, the team does support him. though he would not expect oscar to give up a win for him and that it is more complex behind the scenes. i suppose we will see if there are any papaya rules coming out this weekend….

and oscar said "i think the main point is its not purely just going to be me pulling over for lando every single race, because thats how none of us, including lando, wont want to go racing, if we feel that someone has done a much better job on a weekend, whichever way it is, we want that person to be rewarded."

max verstappen commented on the mclaren situation as well. which was funny mostly because red bull has one of the most defined number 1 and number 2 drivers of any team. he said "you look at it form oscar's perspective, he is closer to lando than lando to me. they have to deal with that."

and allow me to put on a tin foil hat as we are about to talk about the future of the red bull seat. because all i have to offer here is a baseball hat and a red bull can. 

a long time ago we talked about the red bull cans. the ones that red bull makes to promote f1. at the end of last season red bull put max and checo on the red bull can. this season at the start it was just max on the red bull can. well. now checo has reappeared on the cans too. and i will tell you what i think this means. it means that checo is not getting swapped this season, which was a possibility for awhile. 

but! there is more! 

daniel ricciardo made an instagram post this week. and it was very interesting. but most interestingly he was wearing a red bull hat.

which he does occasionally, no big deal really. he did race for the for several years, he technically does currently. BUT then he showed up TO THE PADDOCK wearing the red bull hat.

which is Big Interesting. usually you show up in a statement outfit or wearing the team kit. and daniel is not a red bull racing driver. he is a visa cashapp racing bulls driver. they might be owned by red bull but they are Not the same team. so why the red bull hat. in the paddock. well, the rumor is that hes taking checos seat for 2025. and the rumor is that this will be announced before mexico. so checo can have a proper send off. 

and with that. the baku lore. 

theres a lot that has happened at baku. as i said its a street circuit. and i think its the fastest street circuit. but over the years theres been some notable events. 

such as the great kimi raikkonen radio for gloves and steering wheel:

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by FORMULA 1® (@f1)

they gave mini kimi this week gloves and steering wheel in honor of that

the max and daniel crash in 2018 when they were running p1 and p2 respectfully

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by FORMULA 1® (@f1)

and of course. how could we forget. charles’s infamous “i am stupid” radio.

speaking of charles, he crashed again in fp1. not quite in the same spot, but nearly. he took a picture with the marshalls. 

then in fp2 he rage quit, basically saying that the car sucks. 

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by FORMULA 1® (@f1)

but he was back and better than ever in practice three because he managed to top the time charts. welcome back fuck ass ferrari.

some other teams definitely experienced the lows but not really the highs of baku during practice. like lance stroll who came on the radio to say “this is not a car” (good thing they have adrian newey now, right? 

franco colapinto also cut his ear before practice on the neck strengthener stretcher thing that they all use and the team wanted to give him stitches but he was like no no no i need to be in the car in about 5 minutes im not doing that. so he jammed on his helmet and jumped in the car. he also crashed and when he went to the medical center he took off his helmet and there was blood everywhere and they were like no no no you cannot race! and he was like no! this is not from the crash! and then explained it and they let him do qualifying. 

also im pretty sure? ollie bearman crashed? in practice? but frankly i don't have time to google it so whos to say. 

but alas. qualifying. 

i know i know this is kind of a shitty update. i promise ill go all out in singapore. i PROMISE. 

so as i said. its a street circuit. high speed. 90 degree corners. and also windy as hell. we also had the dynamic duo of karun and harry in the commentary box. 

max led the first practice, george led the second and i think charles led the third. or some order like that. 

slipstream here is almost essential (slipstream: going behind another car to reduce the wind drag so you can go faster) 

charles has the last three pole positions (first in qualifying) here in baku, but he has never won. by comparison, red bull have never had pole here but they have won. 

and franco has never been to baku before. 

i think that's all the exposition that we need here. 

q1 started with max complaining about his car. “the car is jumping around like crazy on the rear axle” he said. despite this he was sitting in p3. 

the mid field battle though….the mid field battle was heating the hell up. mostly because none other than franco colapinto, who if you will remember, has never been to baku before, had split the two ferraris. he was in third for the moment, .109 seconds behind carlos sainz and .159 seconds ahead of charles leclerc. we still had a lot of qualifying left to go, so this was probably not going to stay, but it was still insane. he was pushing insanely hard, nearly kissing the walls. clearly he had learned from his crash in practice. 

the two mclarens waited until the very end of q1 to do their final flying push lap, and oscar made it through, but tragedy struck for lando. 

lando was in the middle of his last flying lap, time was ticking down, and there was a Very Brief yellow flag on the track. now, according to rules, you cannot complete your flying lap if there is a yellow flag. so lando pitted and was stuck down in 17th and out of qualifying. this would be the first time that he was out in q1 since vegas last year (which if i remember correctly was also not his fault) 

now though, of course nothing is ever that cut and dry. people thought that there had been a mis showing of a flag. yellow flag means that a car is stopped on track, white flag means that a car is going slowly on the track. and people thought that there had been a yellow flag shown when it was actually supposed to be a white flag (if there had been a white flag then lando would have been able to keep doing his flying lap) lando himself said that he had no idea what people were talking about because there is a light on the steering wheel that lights up when flags are called and he had a big yellow light. so it was clearly a yellow flag. 

if you're concerned about lando being able to pull it out of the bag, id like to point you in the direction of the mexican gp last year where lando qualified 17th and finished 5th. on a track that was hard to overtake on. he can be absolutely insane when he wants to be. worry not gentle reader. 

in any case. also out in q1 was daniel ricciardo, valtteri bottas, zhou guanyu and esteban ocon.

and notably, williams, who was on fucking fire this weekend as we already saw, finished q1 with alex albon in second (ahead of oscar) and franco colapinto in 8th. pierre gasly had somehow managed to also get into 4th. and nico hulkenberg was in 7th with ollie bearman in 13th. i told you the mid field battle was heating the hell up. 

q2. everyone zoomed straight out of the gate. they didn't want to get lando norris’d. but, speaking of that, if lando managed to get no points in the race and charles managed to win, charles would overtake lando in the drivers championship. mark webber himself told this to charles, who was absolutely baffled. 

in any case, charles was kinda suffering right now and that was because he was not getting slipstream from carlos to make his lap faster. meanwhile, carlos seemed to be actively trying to give charles the slipstream because he came on radio to say “he keeps missing the tow” 

and amazingly, franco colapinto was 4 tenths AHEAD of alex albon. alex albon who had not been unqualified by his teammate once since the start of 2023. ex red bull driver alex albon. that alex albon. 

max topped the times in q2, followed immediately by charles. insanely, fernando alonso managed to drag the aston martin to fifth. and franco was right behind him in 6th. by comparison alex albon was in 10th. 

and from q2 we lost ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda (who has never qualified lower than 8th in baku), pierre gasly, nico hulkenberg and lance stroll. so yes, ollie bearman managed to outqualify nico hulkenberg. this is ollies second ever f1 race. 

steaming on forward to q3. 

we had, for review, in q3 the following: 

both ferraris, both red bulls, both mercedes, both WILLIAMS (has not happened since vegas 2023), plus fernando alonso and oscar piastri. 

right out the gate it was wild. 

“red bull! theyve re found their mojo! or have they!” karun said. red bull were in 5th and 6th and not entirely sucking for the moment. 

everyone did one flyer and then came out at the end for a second flyer. 

here were the standings: 

charles, carlos, oscar, george, checo, max, lewis, alex, franco, fernando

and everyone was making it to the line and all was going smooth until-

wait a second what is that

could it be! alex albon! with the air box fan still on his car! surely not!!!

oh but it was! and harry and karun were like oh wow so unfortunate for williams tisk tisk

meanwhile ted jumped on the radio to Loudly announce to everyone that this was insane and if i have time here i will put the rant he ranted cause it was Fantastic.

and what do you know i have time

so we had 3 minutes left qualifying and everyone was pulling out of the pits for their last flyer when oscar hopped on the radio to say

"the williams still has the air box fan in"

"oh what an error! disaster for williams!" karun and harry said. they speculated if the marshalls could get it or if the session needed to be red flagged. but alex threw the fan off the car.

and then they asked "ted have you ever seen that before?" and ted did not hold back:

"ITS A MASSIVE YELLOW FAN HOW COULD YOU MISS IT???!!! HOW COULD THE MECHANICS MISS IT???? I CANT BELIVE THEY WOULD MAKE SUCH A MISTAKE DOWN AT WILLIAMS! SUCH AN EXPERIENCED BUNCH OF GUYS AND GIRLS! WHAT IS GOING ON AT WILLIAMS OPERATIONALLY? HOW COULD YOU SEND A CAR OUT LIKE THAT?"

alex, obviously, got fined for an unsafe release 5k euros. he also had to throw the fan off to the side and got slightly covered in dry ice. he did not get to the a second flying lap. 

franco did tho!

and here were out qualifying results: 

p1: charles p2: oscar p3: carlos p4: checo p5: george p6: max p7: lewis p8: fernando p9: franco p10: alex  p11: ollie p12: yuki p13: pierre p14: nico p15: lance p16: daniel  p17: lando p18: valtteri p19: zhou p20: esteban 

oh ho ho but we werent done yet. because pierre gasly got disqualified from qualifying. for failing fuel flow regulations. and lewis was going to have to start from the pit lane for changing his power unit. 

everyone, and by everyone i mean oscar max and checo, pretty much said that charles was going to get pole no matter what, they knew this coming in and the best they were trying for was second

onto the race. 

notably, this is considered a checo track. this was one of the three races that max did not win last year. because checo won it. its a track that he does well on, evidenced by the fact that he qualified above max in qualifying. so people were expecting big things from him.

and so, we head into lap 1.

charles managed to hang onto the lead. checo passed carlos straight out of the gate for third and max managed to pass george to take fifth. lando had managed to get ahead of nico and up into 13th. notably, franco held onto 8th and ollie was able to hold onto tenth. 

someone who was not doing well was lance stroll, who came on the radio saying that he had a puncture. this was from contact with yuki. lance had to pit for fresh tires and was pretty immediately thrown to the back of the grid. 

by lap 2 lando had managed to get past daniel and was in 12th, he was trying to get past yuki next, which he managed by lap 3. yuki also lost a  spot to nico. 

also slaying in the mclaren was oscar, who took fastest lap. then charles took fastest lap.

and lewis hamilton, who had started from the pit lane, was up to 16th. already. somehow. though he was displeased with the tires, sayig that “this tire is pretty bad” over the radio. 

yuki meanwhile was clearly having a problem because he had started going very very slowly. thought the pit wall said that he had no problems. this would later turn out to be false but we will indulge them for the time being. 

franco was STILL ahead of alex albon on lap 6. STILL. 

lando on lap 8 managed to push his way into points positions, overtaking ollie bearman for 10th. though this was where things were about to slow down for him because in front of him were alex, franco and fernando, who were all very close together and would be hard to get past. 

george was back in bad luck hell as a plastic bag entered his airbox. will he ever catch a break. 

on lap 11 nico hulkenberg finally caught up with ollie bearman and passed him for 11th. 

and max’s car was not working. to potentially no one’s surprise. “i have zero bite in the car” he said. and this was probably true because checo was a whole 6.5 seconds ahead of him. insane gap. 

several pit stops later that i will not detail out because we simply do not have the time, alex albon ended up in 4th and lando ended up in fifth. and oscar was about to get undercut by checo. 

“mojo seems to be back for checo perez” harry said, correctly. 

mojo was back for him indeed. and now he was right behind lando. 

and if you will recall, according to mclaren themselves, priority at mclaren is the team first, then oscar, then lando. but oscar was ahead of lando. so what did mclaren do? 

they asked lando do hold up perez, but not compromise his own race. 

remever a long time ago when i said mclaren wouldn't have any internal drama this season? man how i was wrong.

lando managed to hold up perez for around a lap or two before he got past. this was crucial because this was during when oscar was in the pits. 

thanks to lando and the power of the papaya rules teamwork, oscar ended up coming out in 4th, only .706s ahead of checo. 

mclaren are working together everyone! mclaren are working together!

meanwhile, turns out that yuki did indeed have problems because he retired on lap 17 with a hole in his sidepod from the contact with lance on lap 1. this was now two races in a row where he had had to retire for reasons out of his control. 

several more people pitted. and eventually charles was back out in front, oscar was in p2. until he wasn't. no, he didn't dnf. he overtook charles! he was in p1! he popped out of nowhere! nowhere being 2 car lengths back and just flooring it to spring around charles like a little silly slinky! karun called it a “good, fair and robust defense,” which sounds like its descibing notes in wine. but this was not wine. this was the baku gp. and we were only half done. 

ollie bearman was defending against lewis hamilton, holding on tightly to 14th place. 

charles was still behind oscar and he could not get past, despite the fact that he was still very much in spitting distance. “they are pushing like crazy or they have more grip than us” he said. 

carlos got past both lando and alex albon and was up into 4th

this brought max up behind lando. max was on 11 lap old tires and lando was on 24 lap old tires. but lando still defended like hell and managed to hold onto sixth. max was 0.632 seconds behind lando on lap 25 when he said that “my brakes are not working.” this was hardly a surprise. max has hated the car since china.

also experiencing technical difficulties was sir lewis hamilton. he was stuck down in 14th and was first told to do “everything you can do to get the surface temp down” of the tires. he said “im trying” then several laps later on lap 29 he came on the radio to say “are you seeing how i have to drive this thing?” “yes,” bono, his engineer said. “quite effective though.” 

max was still half a second behind lando. mclaren faked a pit stop call over the radio to get max to pit. he did not. 

but, george russell did manage to pass him. which was “not good for max’s world champion aspirations.”

this was also when ted very bafflingly said that “if i had a sofa in the pit lane i would be jumping up and down on it” im not sure what that was in response to. 

meanwhile, ollie was still holding off sir lewis hamilton. and charles was trying to get oscar to pit again by lying over the radio. it was not working. 

lando did a pit stop finally and came out a whole 15 second behind max. he was hoping to catch max by the end of the race. but it might be tight. lets go last lap lando. 

“lando, imagine andrea on your shoulder saying ‘zero wheel spin’ in every exit,” lando’s race engineer said. if you're confused, everyone else was too. 

10 laps to go and here were the order of affairs:

oscar

+.449s charles +1.865s checo +2.989s carlos +16.530s george  +1.909s max +11.535s lando +9.715s fernando +2.589s alex +2.451s nico +4.667s franco +1.590s lewis +1.261s ollie +1.791s pierre +9.205s daniel +23.919s esteban  +.789s lance +3.862s valtteri +3.631s guanyu 

lando was determined. he took fastest lap on lap 43 and was 8.8s behind max

at this point, the leaders were starting to lap the cars in the back. “the back markers are starting to come up,” checo’s engineer said to him. “its going to get messy.”

“hold onto your hats and if you don't have one go get one and hold onto it” harry said. harry would turn out to be correct. 

we had the top 3 all running very close to eachother, that was oscar, charles and checo and “welcome to the party carlos sainz!” who was now 1.2 seconds behind checo in the four way battle for the lead.

definitely not leading was lance stroll, who retired on lap 47 with a brake problem. 

oscar managed to pull ahead of charles by 1.5 seconds, finally knocking him out of DRS range. so now it was a three way battle for second. and charles had “no rear tires. no rear tires at all.” 

and, just like i said he would, lando managed to pass max on lap 49. he was closing the gap slowly in the championship. 

“verstappen’s day goes from bad to worse,” harry said. because lando still had fastest lap, so he would score 3 more points than max. which is important if lando wants to beat max in the championship (though i think hes still like 60 points behind)

meanwhile! franco managed to pass nico hulkenberg for 10th! he was in the points!!!! at his second race!!! 

but this was short lived because there was a crash! a big smackeroo! between carlos and checo!! checo was mad, carlos didn't know what happened. 

what happened was that carlos was trying to pass checo but checo did not move over. it was deemed an equal fault accident. both of them were utterly confused at what happened and apparently spent 20 minutes in the medical center being utterly lost and aparently saying that sometimes this sport sucks. and! contrary to what several people said! checo did not bang on carlos’s helmet after the crash. 

the crash actually caused chef's dad to have a heart attack. he is stable now.

and well. this clip of george from the post qualifying interviews definitely didnt age well:

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Mahir (@f1trollguy)

but! since we were a matter of a few laps from the end, this meant that the rest of the race was finished under a virtual safety car. 

which meant 

OSCAR PIASTRI WINS THE AZERBAIJAN GP

and george inherited p3! 

and on his own merit too! no safety cars, no team orders, no weird shit! 

“yes!” he whispered over the radio. 

he almost fell getting out of the car, then gave us all the “one moment” hand gesture before properly celebrating. 

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by FORMULA 1® (@f1)

he also got driver of the day! 

(this was marginally better than george russell, who said over the radio “i cant get any rubber (to pick up on his tires) all im getting is leaves”)

gunther steiner also hosted the post race interviews. which was interesting. 

george said that the most difficult part of the race was “driving full gas into a wall of carbon fiber on the penultimate lap…the vsc should have come out sooner” 

charles bashed ferrari because they didn't do any high fuel runs in practice. 

oscar was entirely pleased. “i managed to overtake and hold onto it for the next 35 laps..one of the better races of my career.” and honestly, oscar winning a race straight after mclaren basically announcing that he was their number 2 driver is nothing short of hilarious.

and! mclaren was now leading the constructors championship by 20 points! for the first time in ten years!!!!

the top three had a moment outside of the car that was filled with baffled: 

and oscar's engineer tom got to stand on the podium with him. he usually takes a selfie with oscar after each race he podiums at, but he was too excited to so george took this picture for them

(george also aparently demomished oscar in a game of uno on the plane, immediately humbling him)

george also shielded himself from the champagne on the podium

the cooldown room reacted to the crash in a very straight forward manner:

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by FORMULA 1® (@f1)

and very quickly cause its midnight and the singapore gp starts in 8 hours, the post race, speed ran: 

-mark webber told off laura winter for thinking that oscar didn't have good tire management

-alex albon was “super happy, that's a lot of points for us” (williams finished in 7th and 8th). he cut his own interview short when ollie bearman arrived, saying “I can go, im happy to go” and then waving comically. 

-williams was so pleased with this result they blasted everyone with champagne. and they overtook alpine in the constructors championship! this was also their best race finish all season

-(and a quick note, if youre going to really blame logan for being that shit of a driver here, please remember that the car he was driving was several rounds of upgrades behind alex's pretty much the entire time he was driving it)

-ollie became the first driver to ever score points in his first two races for two different constructors because the double dnf pushed him up to 10th place. he said that there was not much difference between the haas and the ferrari, the ferrari was just red

-franco continued to charm everyone and flirt with the reporters. 

-they interviewed george and lewis and the camera had to be adjusted for george's height. it was comical and resulted in my favorite edit so far of the season (sound on)

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖶𝖺𝗒𝗌. (@f1foryou1)

-lando looked pleased and happy for once. he said about holding off checo that “i didn't hold him up i just had to cool my tires a little.” he was delighted to be leading the constructors for the first time in ten years and he defended alex albon saying “i struggled to get past alex for a while, which is common, alex doesnt make mistakes.” he also ratted on max for going to fast during the VSC and said “i didn't complain, facts were stated.” and to sum it all up he said that “im executing things well, i’m very quick…i’m not going to be the happiest guy, but i am never the happiest guy….car is performing well everywhere…some red cars behind us seem to be our biggest competitors right now” 

-by comparison george insulted all of pirelli. the tire people. “pretty infuriating that it (the pace) changes this so much….its black magic, people who make the tires don't understand the tires…..for 20 laps we had a car not worthy of points and for 20 laps we had a car fighting for victory and the only difference is the tires.” 

-lewis was notably upset after the race and walked through the paddock with his helmet on, not wanting to talk to anyone. but he did talk to franco and ollie and congratulate them on a job well done defending against him and racing against him. franco even fangirled over this on his instagram. 

-charles was clearly upset with ferrari. he was so upset he posted a thirst trap.

-and oscar. oscar was very happy this afternoon. and his mom was there! she doesnt usually come cause it scares her, but nicole was there today! 

-mclaren celebrated with a hell of a lot of champagne. both oscar’s wina and lando’s insane recovery, and the fact that they were leading the championship. red bull have been dethroned, at least for now. 

-there was so much champagne that lando took off his socks to spray it. all seems well at mclaren. 

-at least one thing is for sure, oscar had a better time here this weekend than last year when he got food poisoning and only ate four pieces of toast

and with that. we head into singapore. quite literally as it is starting in a few hours. again, i apologixe about this post. its a little sad, but the next one will be better. pinkly promise. 

see you all soon!!!

[kaleidescopeghost]

You know, I was never a fan of using fear as a tool to teach important life lessons

But maybe we could've used a little more of that when teaching people to brush their teeth-- like I do not care about having unobtainably white teeth at all. And all the reasons people give seem either Superficial/Cosmetic or Very Far Away

Tell me I will be in pain NOW if I don't brush my teeth-- saying it'll happen in the long term is the understatement of the century, by the time I was 14 I had 15 cavities. They were so Intensely painful anytime I ate something Cold or Sweet, and even brushing my tongue over them hurt if I had leftover sugar in my saliva. It impacted my life, which, judging by my inability to maintain my dental hygiene, you can probably infer was already Pretty Bad at the time.

Tldr

You will suffer the effects of poor dental hygiene way sooner than you think

[casscainmainly]

My Top 10 Batgirl (2000) Moments

This is my list of top 10 Batgirl (2000) moments!! There were so many to choose from, but these are my personal favs :)). Counting down from 10 to my absolute favourite.

10. Volving

An absolute classic. Perfectly encapsulates what Cass does throughout the entire run, and more writers should play with Cass' use of language like this!

9. Beat Up Every Mob In Gotham

Perfect encapsulation of the early Barbara-Cass dynamic, and one of the funniest moments in the series. Just love the expressions and the way this shows so much of Cass' character.

8. Choosing to Write

The entirety of issue #2 builds up to this heart-wrenching moment. After delivering a dead man's final message to his wife, Cass sees the wife's reaction to the written message and decides to learn to write. A foundational moment for her character, and a nice motherly Babs scene too.

7. Alpha Redemption

Capping off issues 35 + 36, Batgirl unmasks herself to convince Alpha (an amnesiac villain) that he doesn't have to be defined by his past. Brilliantly displays her core belief that people can change, and the fact that her belief pays off makes this moment extremely moving.

6. For God's Sake

Possibly a controversial pick, but I really like this moment because it underscores some of the fundamental conflict between Babs and Cass. They love each other, but they don't always understand each other, particularly in regards to each other's disabilities. A painful moment that should have been explored more.

5. Fight For Your Life

My favourite Stephanie and Cass moment in this run. You can feel Cass' grief throughout this hallucination, but there's also so much hope and love (for Stephanie and for herself). It's an amazing conclusion to Cass' initial suicidal tendencies: instead of desiring death, she now actively fights to live.

4. Darknight Detectives

This interaction sums up a lot of Bruce and Cass' best moments. Cass' unwavering moral beliefs, Bruce's pride, their instinctive understanding of each other; they just get each other in a way few others do. I picked this one instead of the 'instinct/good answer' moment because it also marks Cass' development in her detective ability. From Moment 8 above to here, the confidence in her mental capacities has grown so much. She really volved!

3. Perfect For A Year

I mean of course this had to be here. These lines literally take up 90% of my brain space, it's an incredibly tense moment that illustrates Cass' desire to be perfect, her need to be useful and good. This issue is also just awesome.

2. You're... Not

Another absolute classic. Illustrates Cass' compassion and her belief that people aren't defined by their lineage, which is particularly personal to her, given her own dad. This struggle between good/bad, parent/child defines many of Cass' best stories.

1. Who Do You Think You Are? + Father's Day

What else would number 1 be?? Issue 33 is my favourite in the entire run, and the entire thing is stacked with moments that could fill up this list. I just love 'who do you think you are' because it's all of Cass' rage spilling out, and yet she still loves David Cain in her own complicated way (and he reciprocates, too). Then we have the ending, which is the BEST Bruce and Cass moment ever. The sparse, meaningful dialogue, the expressions, the reveal of the TITLE: comic book writing at its finest.

Honorary mention to the Shiva/Cass fight, which just narrowly missed out.

[pugh-bug]

No.42 Chapter 2

Art Donaldson x reader : slow burn friends to lovers

I really hope you enjoy this Chapter, I’m enjoying writing this a lot. Somehow I’ve never done proper friends to lovers before, I tend to do established relationships. Enjoy! 🎾✨

Part 1

———————————————————————

It had been nine days since Art moved in. Nine days and you weren’t quite sure if you were more desperate for him to stay forever or leave immediately. Truthfully, your anxiety had never been as up and down as it was now. Sometimes you’d catch yourself watching the door waiting for him to return when you were writing an essay in the living room, only to be met by Patrick and scream at the sound of the key turning.

Your nerves were fried from frantically changing whenever you thought Art might come into your room to ask you a question and from convincing yourself you hadn’t locked the shower when he was home when you had. You always did. It was already becoming a little exhausting worrying so much about him catching you existing freely in your own home but Patrick had no such worries. In fact he seemed to be walking round the flat naked more often than he did when it was just the two of you- something neither you or Art condoned.

The biggest pro to having Art around was that you had his kinder perspective on issues as well as Patrick’s unforgiving honest one. It had already become normal to have Patrick passionately raising his voice at you for not being angrier at someone whilst Art reassured you that it was okay you were giving them a second chance. It was like having a devil in one ear and an angel in the other. You often refused to pick a side as it only riled the two of them up.

——————————————————————

1:45pm - text from Patrick

Staying at my girls house this weekend ;) there’s pasta in the fridge for you guys

Your classes had already finished for the day, there were only so many hours your professors could regurgitate the same theory to you before giving up. With the end of your time at Stanford University on the horizon you’d have to start actually thinking of job ideas that paid. It was a sickening thought, one that your professor kept forcing you to think about but you pushed away.

You clicked your phone to standby and thought about how you were going to fill the weekend without Patrick’s antics. Art could very easily spend the entire time whacking tennis balls back and forth until he sweat out his body weight but you had no such luck. Tennis wasn’t actually your thing at all, it was the main thing you and Patrick had always disagreed on. For years he tried and failed to get you to play with him: ‘be my doubles partner c’mon you know you want to!’ but you were not easily convinced. You didn’t mind watching Patrick play though, to be a good friend, but the truth was if Art wasn’t on the court you were disillusioned.

By the time you heard Art return, you’d proof read your essay seven times and submitted it. That had been the last job to do before your weekend off and it was over.

‘Y/N?’

He called out for you like he’d done it a million times, almost like you were married. You couldn’t help the way you shot out of bed, feeling elated to see him again despite it not being 9 hours since you last had.

You poked your head out of your room only to be met by an extremely sweaty Art Donaldson in your hallway. He was wearing your favourite outfit of his: red and white gym wear and a cap on backwards. It could have easily looked douchey on someone else but Art could pull anything off.

‘I’m gonna get a shower. Take out after?’

You barely heard his offer, instead focusing your gaze on the way his wet shirt clung to his muscles. He almost missed the way your eyes refocused as you diverted your cloudy stare back to his face.

‘Yep perfect.’

Patrick would be offended you chose pizza over his homemade leftovers but he’d live.

‘Okay great.’

Art had a strange relationship with fast food, he craved it but he was terrified at the thought of any and all decisions holding his tennis career back. You’d already noticed how much longer his workouts were the day after pizza.

Just as you thought to add that you wanted extra cheese on your half you felt the familiar sensation of your period starting.

Lock…

‘Art?’

He couldn’t hear you over the shower water.

‘Art!’

If only you had two bathrooms.

‘Donaldson I’m bleeding to death!’ You banged your fists loudly on the door. Was he deaf? You were going to leave a bloody mess on the carpet if he didn’t let you in soon. A few frantic movements later, including a distinct unlocking sound, and you were rushing pash Art to the toilet without a word. You knew he’d leave the second he realised what you were about to do but even so you didn’t care. In a few seconds the bathroom would look like a murder scene with or without him as a witness.

‘Sorry…’ you cleared your throat, looking up at Art, who was standing confused in only a towel. In your embarrassment you almost didn’t notice, choosing instead to rush into the safety of your room away from Art and his dripping torso.

Twenty minutes of scrolling later and your stomach was rumbling uncontrollably. Like clockwork Art knocked on your door, entered and told you in a quiet voice that the pizza arrived. When you didn’t respond he smiled. ‘Extra cheese.’ Even Patrick forgot to add that for you sometimes.

——————————————————————

‘Dip please.’

Art obliged, passing you the garlic sauce from his position on the floor. He’d sat down there to set up the ancient dvd player (‘Jaws’ wasn’t on Netflix) and never got up. ‘This film terrified me as a child.’ He mumbled, mid chew. ‘I didn’t go in the ocean for almost three years.’

A smile formed as you pictured a tiny Art Donaldson hiding under the covers from the shark he found too scary to look at. You’d never seen a photo of him younger than about fourteen but you could imagine that he was an adorable kid - the kind strangers called ‘a bundle of joy’.

‘I love the ocean, it’s one of the only places I never get sick of. Never.’

Art turned to look at you, eager to show he was listening.

‘Any time my mum could she’d take us to the beach for picnics, you know 1000 steps?’ He nodded at you. ‘That one was my favourite. There was a secret pool. I used to pretend I was a mermaid.’ You suddenly went quiet, remembering one time you fell and cut your leg on a particularly unforgiving rock and your Mum had to drag you home crying because you still wanted to play mermaids. You were a dedicated child.

Art took a large bite of pizza and looked up at you on your little sofa thrown. ‘You don’t do that anymore?’

‘Do what?’

The left corner of his mouth curled up slightly, an almost smirk. ‘Play mermaids.’

‘Ah, no. Not anymore.’

You dusted off the crumbs from your palms and lowered your head, feeling almost genuinely sad for a moment not to still be young and free: away from University stress and job worries. Away from all worries really.

‘Shame.’

Before you could say anything the best scene came on and as Quint recalled the doll quality of shark eyes your phone lit up.

8:16pm - text from Patrick

Her parents don’t like me but I’m slowly winning them over they’ll love me in no time hows art? Is he being boring?

Art watched you type for a moment before making a correct assumption. ‘Is that Patrick? Tell him he owes me five dollars.’

8:17pm - text to Patrick

We’re fine watching jaws rn Art says you owe him five dollars?

8:17pm - text from Patrick

I really don’t.

‘Art, he’s saying he doesn’t.’

Suddenly filled with energy, Art leapt off the floor to grab his phone and type feverishly to his friend. You watched him type for a moment, his fingers moving with impressive speed almost enough to make you picture something interesting. Almost.

‘What were you betting on? Do I even wanna know?’

If it was tennis scores, Patrick usually lost those. You’d been there in 2019 when Nadal won the US open instead of Medvedev and most of the living room had paid the price for it. Rest in peace glass side table. So long red planter pot.

Art suddenly looked guilty for a moment, he put his phone down and breathed. ‘He bet that you wouldn’t see me half naked until two weeks in.’ So not a tennis bet. ‘I said it’d be earlier, yknow given how small this place is and how I sometimes forget to lock the bathroom.’ Now you were confused, Art had never once forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Not even when he was, similar to you, so desperate he sent Patrick flying backwards to clear a path. The man loved his privacy.

‘I figured it was tennis related.’ You shrugged, finishing the last of your pizza.

Art scoffed slightly, before clearing his throat. ‘Not everything me and Patrick talk about is tennis related.’

‘But it is mostly about tennis right, I mean, it’s your entire life. It seems to be who you are, that’s why I made you watch ‘Jaws’ instead of SkySports for a change. Mix things up a bit.’ You smiled, playfully, knowing he couldn’t disagree with anything you said.

‘My entire life is not tennis.’

‘Isn’t it?’

He didn’t respond.

Chapter 3

Masterlist

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This is the Greatest Show.

When a fox and cat make their way, uninvited, into a bird’s nest.

Be Honest with Me.

“Good morning, Miss Raven!”

She followed the jolly greeting to a fruit stand manned by a rosy-cheeked man. Raven approached, lifting the corner of her skirt in a curtsey. It was routine, this exchange—yet it filled her with a gentle warmth all the same.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Running errands for your uncle again?” the fruit seller asked.

“It’s a leisure trip today. I just picked up a new book and thought to stop by for a snack to go with it.” Raven pointed to a pyramid of shiny red apples. “May I take one of those?”

“Good choice. They’re in season!” He tipped his cap, as if paying his respects to autumn.

Fall had settled onto Sage’s Island as comfortably as a wool cloak in the cold. The vibrant hues of summer had dulled to earthy ones, tempered by a new chill, the days shortening as darkness extended. Fruit ripening with the last vestiges of sunshine, perfuming the salt-slicked air with harvest.

The local birds, Raven noted, had also sensed the shifting of seasons and adapted accordingly. Crows growing fat from plentiful crops, ducks disappearing further south in preparation for the snow and frost to come. Lately, she too had been tucking into her feathers to stay toasty.

“Give the headmaster my regards,” the fruit seller said as he handed an apple over in exchange for some change.

“I’ll do just that.”

Raven bid him farewell and quickly made her way down the street, apple in one hand and book in the other. It had come with on a strong recommendation from the local librarian, along with rave reviews online. The premise, a boy who never wanted to grow up.

Her heart raced. She lacked the patience to wait until she was seated at the bus stop to begin reading. Sticking the volume in her face, she opened to the prologue, eager to devour it.

Second star to the right and straight on till morning…

Raven managed about one and a half sentences before the consequences of her actions hit her. Literally, in fact.

SMACK!

She collided with another body and flew back onto her bum. Her apple, book, and hat landed on the sidewalk. Raven barely had a second to mourn the freshly bruised fruit and the damaged cover—she was yanked up and frantically dusted off.

“Whoa there, little lady! What a tumble you took. Please, allow me,” blared a cheery, simpering man’s voice. It drifted in on a long violet coat that smelled of many things: carnival foods (popcorn, cotton candy, and sugar-dusted funnel cakes) but also cigarettes and booze, all (poorly) concealed under a cloud of cheap cologne.

Raven caught a glimpse of his wolfish grin before her vision was obscured by her hat—returned to her at a skewed angle which covered her eyes. When she set it properly, she looked again. The man, a ginger fox in patchwork pants, spats, and a top hat of his own, had plucked up her items. He was now flipping the book open sideways and upside down as he took a generous bite of the apple.

“Well, well!” he chuckled, a line of juice casually dribbling down his chin, “You’re quite the scholar, I see.”

“W-Wait one moment, those are mine,” Raven began to protest. She was cut off by a pat on her waist, eliciting a yelp.

Snapping her head back, she found a young cat beastman in oversized, ramshackle clothing. He flashed an innocent, sheepish smile—as though he had not been fumbling around for access to any pockets earlier.

“Take a look, Giddie.” Her book was thrusted at the boy. “You ever heard of a word as long as…” The man paused, squinting hard at the pages. “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?”

He shook his head. A strong “no”.

The man laughed. Crunch, crunch. The apple caught between his pointed teeth appeared less like fruit and more like skin and flesh.

A fast-talking fox beastman accompanied by a silent, slightly dopey cat beastman… Where have I seen this sketchy duo before?

Another curl of sugar and smoke at her nose, and it clicked.

“Y-You’re…?!” Raven jolted back from the two. The hairs on the back of her head stood up, feathers puffing in alarm. “Wh-What are you… Wh-Why are you…”

“Oh me, oh my! Do my eyes deceive me? Why if it isn’t the little lady from Night Raven College!” Fellow Honest cried, feigned ignorance in his exaggerated reaction. “What a coincidence it is to run into you again.”

He bent into a theatrically deep bow. Gidel clumsily mimicked him.

“Coincidence you say… It’s bad to lie. An adult should know better.”

“What’s a little white lie or two, right? We all do it.”

He had shaved the apple down into a thin column and its seeds, which he deposited in Raven’s waiting open palm. She frowned. He was still holding her book out of reach.

“I think this one’s rotten to the core,” Raven remarked in a flat tone. The apple dangled precariously from its stem, held between two gloved fingers.

“Let’s hope not! Getting ill on the road wouldn’t be very fun, would it?” Fellow winked, giving the twirl of his cane—and she would be lying to herself if she said it wasn’t hypnotic.

No, no. Don’t fall for that trick again, Raven scolded herself. It’s his unique magic influencing you, making you more susceptible to being convinced.

She hastily waved away the faint sparkle of magic around her. The corners of Fellow’s mouth twitched, but refused to commit to faltering.

“… So you confess to lying. Do you have anything else you’d like to admit?” Raven folded her arms. “I thought you a coward, but clearly not if you have the confidence to show your faces in broad daylight while you’re on the run.”

“Now, now! Always so quick to get down to business,” Fellow tutted, wagging a finger. “We should cherish destined reunions such as this!!”

Gidel nodded eagerly.

She tensed at their bright eyes. Scavenger to scavenger, Raven recognized the look. They want something from me.

“Destined for whom, exactly? For you?”

Fellow gasped. “Who, me? Perish the thought! It’s mutual, my friend.”

Friend?

“… My book,” Raven demanded curtly, extending her other hand. “I really must be going. I haven’t the time to converse with wanted criminals.”

“‘Wanted criminals’ is so harsh! We’re reborn men, cut off from our… former employer,” Fellow said lightly. He produced a tattered handkerchief from his pocket and drew it over himself like a shawl, batting his eyes demurely at Raven. “I realize I’ve received the odd complaint, but on the whole I’ve been a saint! We’ve pure of soul, I tell you!”

Raven raised an eyebrow.

Fellow continued.

Dramatically.

“But alas!! Cruel fate has dealt us a nasty hand,” he lamented, grasping Gidel by the shoulder and drawing him close. “The weather grows cooler and food scarce… Poor Giddie goes to bed shivering upon a cold floor, his stomach growling for a feeling of fullness…”

Gidel loudly sniffled, clinging to Fellow as his small form wobbled.

“Soon winter will arrive and we will have nothing but the clothes on our backs as we dodge pursuit! You can only imagine how difficult it is.” Fellow wiped away an invisible tear. “Oh, if only some benefactor would be so kind as to offer us a place to rest our weary spirits!”

Ah, so that’s it.

“You want to stay at Night Raven College.”

He nearly leapt at the mention. “Well, if you’re offering…!!”

“I am not,” Raven clarified. “You cannot just… just… waltz in! Night Raven College’s barrier makes it so that the campus is open only to select visitors and to the public during certain times of year.

“Which makes it the perfect location to lay low for a spell,” Fellow butted in. “Not to mention you oh-so-talented and strong mages being near… It puts me at ease! In fact, if I may say so, have your arms gotten bigger since our last encounter?”

Raven cautiously backed up.

So he plans to use us as meat shields in case of emergency. His brown-nosing is unmatched…

“The answer is still no. I’m not at liberty to invite guests to Uncle’s domain. Besides, where would you even stay and keep your things? For how long? Who will keep an eye on you?” Raven groaned. “There are too many factors to consider, even barring your shady record. Think about the students and staff who could be put in danger because of the company your presence attracts.”

To her dismay, he was not deterred in the slightest.

“Surely you must have some sway and pull over the headmaster! A charming little lady like you could have the whole world wrapped around her finger with a single smile. All you would need to do is say the word.

“And with a heart as big as yours? Why, I sense that you’d be so generous as to share your own living space with travelers down on their luck. Not forever, I assure you! Only long enough to allow us to get a bearing for ourselves, stockpile supplies, and prepare for the upcoming winter. You won’t even notice us, we’ll make ourselves scarce. How about it?”

“Bold of you to assume I’d take you on as guests in the first place!!” Raven snapped. When she saw Gidel balk, guilt washed over her.

A mistake.

Fellow spotted the opportunity—a moment of weakness—and pounced on it.

“A shame, but I understand your reluctance. I won’t press any further.” Fellow delivered a harsh slap to Gidel’s back with the flat of her stolen book, making the boy hunch over. “Poor Giddie! Another night of the usual for us then. Stale bread and canned beans, old newspapers for a blanket, a house made of cardboard and crayon, broken hopes and dreams…”

They strolled past Raven, but only took a few steps before Fellow paused and glanced over his shoulder to check if she had been watching. Their gazes awkwardly met for a second. He tore his away and, prodding Gidel with the butt of his cane, whispered the command to keep pretending to walk away. Head down, shoulders slumped.

“Oh, woe is me!!” Fellow wailed. Gidel followed his lead and rubbed at his eyes, faking a sob. “Woe, woooooe!!”

Don’t listen to him, he’s obviously playing it up!

Raven tried to turn away, tried to be staunch in her belief in that line. Another voice rose to counter it.

… But if he isn’t?

A distant memory resurfaced, lazily bobbing up and down in the lake of her mind. There was a little black bird braving the wind and the snow and the hail… until, one day, warm hands cupped it and gave it a place to call home.

She hesitated.

I’m really going to regret this, aren’t I?

“… Only until you get back onto your feet,” Raven said slowly. “That’s it.”

Fellow and Gidel immediately went whipped around. It was as though fireworks had been set off behind their skin, lighting them with joy from within.

“Didja hear that, Giddie?! We’re golden!!”

Gidel could scarcely nod before Fellow had dropped his book and whisked him up. He spun the boy in an excited circle, letting Gidel’s oversized sleeves fly like trailing ribbons.

Raven shook her head as she crouched to, at last, save her novel. (It was badly beaten up by now.) She gingerly dusted off the jacket—but there was no correcting the dents in it.

Raven eyed Fellow and Gidel, still locked in a giddy gig.

Desperate a few moments ago and gleeful now… She shook her head. Fellow-san is full of surprises. Sometimes he behaves like a big child. Let’s hope he doesn’t cause as much trouble as a child would.

Now all she had to worry about was explaining to her uncle how she had come home with a stray fox and cat in tow.

[mx-pastelwriting]

I Don’t Smoke

(Post-War) Cooper Howard x GN! Reader

Summary: Cooper couldn't keep his promise even when reminded of you.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Reader Dies, Held at gunpoint, Feral Cooper, Angst, Sad, Mention of body decay

A/N: Little bit inspired by the song I Don't Smoke by Mitski. Yes, I cried writing this.

The Wasteland a dangerous place, holding no hand to those who took its challenge. Its sandy beaches and dry heat a home to many creatures. Safety being a thing of the past, many growing with the rough life, some dying to catch up.

Cooper Howard having two hundred years to grow in the wasteland, starting off to survive, now only shooting for the thrill, with caps being an afterthought. Yet everything changed, laying his sore eyes on you.

Remembering the days by the pool, lying up in each other's arms watching the sunset, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke coming straight from his whiskey lips. Times like those made it harder for Cooper to be around others, with his trigger finger twitching at the smell.

Letting out your cries and loving words from that day traveling with your ghoul husband, protecting each other in different ways against the wasteland. Though he made a promise not to hurt anyone without reason, which meant no more bounties, his cowboy days were over; trading it all for you.

"Here," you say, handing over a bowl of soup, it being all you could manage on the road. Gently taking it from you before sipping on the hot broth and chewing on pieces of meat.

"Good?" he nodded in response, giving reassurance to the quality of the quick meal, serving yourself thereafter. As the night went on with the kicked-out fire leaving a lingering smell, laying comfortably in Cooper's arms, ready for sleep to take you.

This being a cheap version of your life before, you couldn't ask for your old house back, but that wasn't what was missing. "Coop, do you have any cigarettes?" Your question made him laugh.

"Darling, I haven't had one of those in two hundred years." His answer surprises you, but the moment is cut short by the noise of rattling from the dry bushes. Staying close to Cooper as he stood ready to shoot.

Happing all too fast for him as you were snatched up in a raider's arms, both of you being held at gunpoint by the two.

"Fucking been tracking you for days," Cooper's captor says out of breath, watching as the man removes his hat, letting Cooper's face glow in the stomped-out firelight.

"The famous fucking ghoul bounty hunter" specking again, making you lock eyes with Cooper, knowing his past being as honest as he could without scaring you off.

"Pretty price on your head," your captor says, tightening his grip on you. "Yeah, and if you come with us, we'll let them go," the other says, leaning close to Cooper.

Wishing things had gone a little differently, but the wasteland gives no mercy, not even to the ones who play the game well.

Cooper watched as your body hit the floor, shot by the raider. Having hesitated moments before looking into your scared eyes, fear bubbled deep down in himself, afraid of you seeing his ways of destruction. Returning the same mercy to the two men taking their bullets as you couldn't.

Cradling your dead body, letting out cries of disbelief with every breath asking for your forgiveness. Rocking softly, you slowly head close to his chest as tears run down his scarred face—the same face you loved with no question. Even when he saw a different man in every broken mirror, you were there to kiss the doubt away. Never will he have that again.

As the sunrise came, shining its light on your body, allowing Cooper to see the full damage, causing more apologies and tears to spill. All of the blood staining his face and worn leather clothes glistened in the light.

Staying with you all night, whispering to you, retelling all the memories you made together, hoping you would make new ones. Regret filled his worn voice, continuing to tell of his sorrows in all of the nights, leaving you to sleep in a cold bed, working through the night on movies that mean so little now.

Cooper's body moved, aching with hunger. Growls involuntarily escaped his mind, urging him to cry out. Worn clothing ripped over time, dragging along the floor as he circled a broken shed, his head snapping around to the sound of voices, following it with stumbling feet seeing two men chatting away.

Stepping closer, smelling a familiar scent, seeing as one of them smoked a cigarette, blowing the smoke against the breeze breathing right into his face. The thick smell brought back forgotten memories—memories that calmed his vicious hunger.

Remembering your face and eyes lit up at the mere sight of him, the smile that grew on your face making an urge to find you as if you were somewhere in the wastelands once again looking for him. Quickly, the memory of your last moments played, bringing back the hunger, leaving no mercy for the two men.

After finishing, Copper stumbled back into the broken-down shed, looking over at the bed where a decaying body was tucked into the bed. Breaking his first promise, hoping you'd understand having gone feral after losing you. When his sanity started to slip away, he promised to keep another; never to leave your decaying body.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @emoguardian @danveration @writtenbyhollywood

[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Perfect Surprise

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 2 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

Masterlist | Next Part

A sharp ringing noise brought you out of your little pocket of comfort. Jeongin pulled away just enough to grab his phone out and he answered immediately, one arm still holding onto you. You heard someone ask something from the other end, mostly likely a ‘where are you’ if you heard right, and Jeongin started babbling away in Korean to whoever was on the other end, no doubt filling them in at the events of the past few minutes.

Or, as a quick check of your phone informed you, the past 20 minutes. You hadn’t even been aware at the passing of time, most likely the hugs you had let yourself get lost in.

Suddenly you weren’t so judgmental of the dopey smiles and love drunk actions of tv or movie characters after they met their soulmates because you were sure you sported a stupid smile of your own right now.

You pulled away from Jeongin, reassuringly patting his arm as he suddenly reacted to your actions. You grabbed your now cold and long forgotten drinks and headed over to a trash can you had spotted, skipping back over to him. It seemed like he had finished his conversation, and he was practically vibrating with energy.

“I have to go back,”  he explained, pausing as he considered his words. “Do you …want come with me?”

You bit your lip. “To meet the others?”

He nodded, and you swallowed at the thought. Meeting your soulmate was one thing, it put you on the same level. But meeting the rest of Stray Kids? At this point they were still your idols, and even being the soulmate of one of them didn’t change how much you were fangirling at this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Although, it wasn’t a once in a lifetime opportunity, was it?

You reached out to grab Jeongin’s hand, and he let you so easily that you were suddenly hit with the realization that this man was your soulmate. Someone who would be your best friend, a constant source of comfort, the yin to your yang, possibly even a future lover.

You were going to meet the rest of Stray Kids one way or another. Why not now?

Later on, you might regret your decision, but in the moment the dopamine from meeting your soulmate gave you the confidence you needed to nod your head enthusiastically, letting out a laugh as Jeongin eagerly pulled you along with him. You continued to laugh even harder as you realized you were heading in the direction of your hotel, wondering just how long fate had been spinning its web to get you two to meet.

Your amusement sobered up pretty quickly as you reached the lobby, Jeongin letting go of your hand to pull his cap down farther as he hurried to the elevators. The red string that tied you two together still followed him as he moved, the color somehow shining brighter than before.

And 5 similar red strings curled around each other as they left your chest, shooting straight up into the ceiling.

For a second you hesitated, taking a few steps around in random directions just to be sure, but they were definitely pointing up into the floors above you. Jeongin noticed your sudden hesitation, returning to your side with a questioning look.

“Okay?”

You nodded and forced your eyes away from the other 5 strings. The other 5 of your soulmates are currently residing in the very hotel you were in.

What were the odds?

“My soulmate bond, it’s red strings. You aren’t the only one I have,” You explained to Jeongin as you both entered the elevator. “The others are here too.”

He nodded his head in understanding. “How many?”

“In total? 8, including you.”

And at the look he gave you, you let yourself accept the reality that you had slowly been realizing all along.

What were the odds?

When you arrived at the 6th floor, you didn’t even wait for Jeongin to lead you. You followed the red strings that all resided on the same floor, stopping at the first door that a string disappeared into. One look back at your soulmate confirmed your suspicions, and he let out a laugh of disbelief.

“Wow, this is …“ He said something else in Korean before repeating a ‘wow’.

You moved along the corridor, pointing out the next door to the left where two strings were, and then to one door on the right side where the last two strings remained. Jeongin was shaking his head in disbelief, and then he was pulling you back from the doors, into his arms again.

“Don’t meet them. Be my Stay,” He whined, his smile reassuring you that he was somewhat joking.

You weren’t sure when he had taken off his mask, but you were able to actually see his entire face now, and you couldn’t help but stare. His grip on you tightened and his smile turned into a smirk as he realized. You forced yourself to keep his gaze, even as you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

“I’ll always be yours, Jeongin.”

It was the first time you said his name out loud, and he seemed to like it. He gave you one last squeeze, before he pulled you to the last door in the corridor. This one didn’t have any red strings leading into it, so you weren’t surprised when Jeongin scanned the door open and led you into an empty room. He pulled out his phone and started to text something while you looked around.

There was a still full suitcase that was half zipped up, a hoodie thrown over the chair it resided on. The other suitcase was on the bed, completely open and only slightly disturbed as it seems its owner simply pulled out the clothes on top to use. Jeongin noticed the suitcase and immediately jumped over to grab it, moving it from the bed over to the desk as he apologized in both Korean and English.

“It’s okay,” You reassured him, only sitting down on the bed when he gestured for you to do so. You didn’t want to accidentally sit on another member’s bed without their permission. “Did you tell the others?”

The nerves from before were back, the once peaceful calm you had felt now melting away at the prospect of meeting not only Stray Kids, but your soulmates as well.

Jeongin noticed your anxiety, and he reached over to grab your hand. “I told them to come to my room. Is it okay?”

I didn’t get to answer before there was a knock on the door, a loud voice outside yelling something in Korean. You recognized the voice, and you gave Jeongin a wide-eyed look.

He was uncharacteristically serious as his grip on your hand tightened. “You okay? I- I can tell them leave if you want.”

“Do they know?” You asked again.

He shook his head. “I want it to be … a surprise.”

You stared into his eyes, licking your lips and taking a deep breath. You looked over at the door as the knock came once again, and then back at your soulmate. You gave a small nod.

“I’m okay.”

Jeongin squeezed your hand once and then let go, giving you a reassuring smile. And then he went to open the door.

The hotel room was positioned in such a way that from your spot on the bed you couldn’t see the door, but from the yells earlier you knew it was at least Changbin on the other side. You weren’t quite expecting to see Chan round the corner first, nor were you ready for the smile that lit up his face at the sight of you.

“Oh, hey! You must be Jeongin’s soulmate. It’s so nice to meet you. My name’s Christopher, you can call me Chris.” He held out his hand to shake, but you were a bit hesitant to grab it.

Would he know immediately? Would you have to explain it to him?

His face furrowed in confusion, so you quickly reacted, grabbing his hand. “Chris, right. I know, um, I’m actually kind of a Stay?” You let out a nervous laugh, and then introduced yourself in return.

“Yeah, Jeongin was very happy to point that out. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him that excited,” Chan said, and he glanced down.

You were still shaking his hand.

With a quick apology, you let go and immediately ducked your hand. You wondered if he felt it, the spark, the energy, the same thing you had felt when you had hugged Jeongin for the first time. Or maybe you needed to be closer? Maybe he needed to realize it?

Chan was frowning again when you raised your gaze, his eyes staring deep into yours, but Changbin rounding the corner distracted both of you from your questions.

“Ah, Jeongin’s soulmate!” He didn’t even hesitate to pull you into a hug, and you couldn’t help the squeak that left your mouth as you were pulled off the bed, your feet barely touching the ground from where he dangled in his embrace.

Jeongin said something in an exasperated tone, and Changbin put you down.

“Sorry, sorry. I got too excited,” He said, smiling widely as he gave you a once over. He then turned around and said something in Korean that had both Jeongin and Chan yelling at him, to which he raised his hands in mock defense.

Jeongin must have left the hotel door room open, because there was a yell from out in the hall and suddenly someone was running in, babbling something in Korean. When Han Jisung spotted you, he pointed at you in surprise.

“Ah, it’s true! Jeongin really found his soulmate?!”

“Hey, be quiet. Do you want the whole world to hear?”

And right behind him, were the last two strings on this floor. Felix and Hyunjin both walked in and gave you a bow each, although Felix was quick to bounce past Jisung to pull you into a hug.

“I can’t believe he was the first one to find his soulmate,” he said to the group as a whole, and then whispering in your ear, “I’m glad. He deserves it.”

You were frozen, not just from the sudden appearance of some of the most beautiful men you had ever laid your eyes on, but from the sudden onslaught of emotions that washed over you. The red strings burned your chest, and you couldn’t find your voice, struggling with the happiness and love and excitement that mixed with your past anxiety and nervousness into a bundle of ‘what the fuck’.

And when Felix pulled away in worry at your lack of reaction, his eyes met yours.

The second puzzle piece clicked into place.

He gasped, his grip on your shoulders falling as he stumbled back, his eyes darting around the room before landing on Jeongin. The youngest began to say something, possibly trying to explain, but when he noticed your face, he paused. The others all turned to look at you in confusion as he pushed his way past to get to you, but a hand on your shoulder beat him to it.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

You inhaled so suddenly that your vision went blurry, not having realized you were holding your breath to begin with. Felix started crying, saying something to Jeongin, and you suddenly felt panicked. The hand on your shoulder moved up and placed itself against your cheeks, turning your face, and you were forced to stare into the eyes of Chan.

“Don’t worry about them, okay? Take another deep breath. You’re okay.”

The third puzzle piece slid into place slowly, like the hands that from your shoulders, down your arms, and squeezed your hands. Jeongin was apologizing, Felix was apologizing back, meanwhile Changbin, Hyunjin and Jisung were asking questions and looked confused. But Chan was calm, helping you catch you breath.

Jeongin kneeled down in front of you, next to Chan, and he gave your knee a squeeze. “I’m sorry. This was too much.”

Felix pushed past the two of them and practically tackled you with his hug, his face burrowing into your neck as he let out a sniffle. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I don’t want to steal you away from him.”

You let out a laugh, your own eyes welling up with tears. “Please don’t apologize. You’re not stealing me away from anyone. It’s not your fault.”

“Ah, please don’t cry. I can’t stand it when people cry.”

“You’re crying too!”

“It’s normal to cry when you meet your soulmate!” Felix argued.

There was a gasp from one of the remaining three who were still standing off to the side. You looked over and gave them a hesitant smile.

“Surprise?”

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Summary: You're part of the Strike team and join Captain America as he tries to live his new life in the 21st century. [Reader is NOT Hydra]

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Rumlow being a dick. Mentions of death. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Happy New Year! This the first chapter in a new series I'm starting! I'm not sure how long it's gonna be yet, but I know it's gonna be longer than Broken. These series is about an alternate universe where the reader exists and lives through the events that happen in the MCU. A lot of the details will be changed to insert the reader, a lot of the lines said by other characters will be changed to be the reader's and I've also made up a lot of things and scenes and added them, trying my best not to change the official timeline and the main events. I hope you enjoy this and all chapters to come!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

“You heard the boss, newbie, text Romanoff and tell her to pick up Rogers.” Rumlow taps his knuckles twice on the table for emphasis before getting up and exiting the conference room.

You make sure he doesn't miss the way you roll your eyes at the now old nickname before writing ‘New mission, need you at the jet in one hour. Asshole wants you to pick up the old man in spandex’ on your phone and sending the message to Natasha, then you get up and make your way out of the room.

“Armory.” you say as you enter the elevator. 

“Confirmed.” the elevator voice says as the doors start closing. 

You suit up for the mission just assigned by Pierce and go to the jet to start doing the checkups you know the rest of the idiots on the STRIKE team won’t even think about doing. 

After making sure everything’s ready and in order, you can do nothing more than wait for everybody else.

Natasha and Steve get there exactly an hour after your text. 

“Right on time.” you point out.

“It wasn’t a coincidence, YLN.” Natasha smirks, making you laugh.

“Cap.” you greet him with a smile that he returns. “Y/N.”

The rest of the team meets you a few minutes after. “Ready for take off.” Rumlow says to the pilot and the jet takes off.

Once you get close to the target Rumlow starts briefing Steve and Nat. “The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago.”

“Any demands?” Steve asks.

“A billion and a half.” Rumlow answers.

“Why so steep?” Steve questions frowning.

“Because it’s Shield’s.” you answer promptly, ignoring the scowl on Rumlow’s face that disappears almost immediately.

“So it’s not off-course,” Steve says, understanding flashing in his eyes as he glares at Natasha “it’s trespassing.”

“I’m sure they have a good reason.” Natasha offers.

“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor.”-Steve seems really annoyed now.

“Relax, it’s not that complicated.” Natasha simply says.

“How many pirates?” Steve’s attention is back on the screen.

“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc.” Rumlow pulls up the photo of Batroc on the monitor and looks at you expectantly, making you roll your eyes.

Of course you’re the only one who actually looked through the files.

“Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He’s at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. The guy’s got a rep for maximum casualties.” you fill everybody in, although it was obvious most of the guys aren't listening. At least the Captain is.

“Hostages?” Steve questions you, but Rumlow cuts in.

“Mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell.” he shows his picture. You’ve seen Sitwell around headquarters, he seems pretty close with the STRIKE team. Not that you hang out much with them outside of mission, or at all for that matter. “They’re in the gallery.”

“What’s Sitwell doing on a launch ship?” Steve asks more to himself, and he has a point. “Alright, I’m gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat and Y/N, you’ll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pots, get ‘em out. Let’s move.”

Yep, he’s definitely in Captain mode.

“Ay ay, Captain.” you salute with a smirk that mirrors Natasha’s while Steve gives you a fake annoyed look.

“STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up.” Rumlow says but you’ve already started getting ready and stopped listening to him.

“Secure channel seven.” Steve says into his wrist communicator.

“Seven secure.” Natasha replies. “Did you do anything fun Saturday night?”

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so… No, not really.” Steve answers, making both you and Natasha laugh while the pilot lets you know that the drop zone is coming up.

“You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes.” you point out, exchanging a knowing glance with Natasha.

“That’s why I don’t ask.” he fires back

“Too shy or too scared?” Natasha pushes.

“Too busy!” He yells over the wind as the door opens and then he jumps. 

You and Natasha both roll your eyes and look at each other smiling, not needing to talk to understand the other.

You barely register Rumlow and Rollins commenting on Steve jumping without a parachute before grabbing one for yourself and jumping alongside Nat.

You and Natasha have known each other for a while now, all the way back since she was first brought in by Clint.

You trained with both of them, went on countless missions together (yes, including Budapest) and you would’ve been right by their side in New York if you hadn't been on an important undercover mission and had strict orders directly from Fury not to blow your cover.

After that you got assigned to the STRIKE team by Alexander Pierce, though you still have no idea why. But orders are orders so you’ve been working with the idiots ever since.

But you and Natasha are thankfully still pretty close and your down time is spent mostly with her, sometimes also visiting Clint and his family at his farm.

 Nat’s still annoyed at Clint about naming his only daughter after you, middle name but still, and not her. But to be fair, you have known Clint longer, a fact that always amuses both you and Clint to bring up.

You’ve just landed when you hear Rumlow saying “you seemed pretty helpless without me” to Steve.

“What about the nurse who lives across the hall from you?” Natasha says.

“Yeah, she seems nice.” you add.

“Secure the engines, then find me a date.” Steve says in his captain voice.

“We’re multitasking.” Nat tells him before turning to you. “you take port, I’ll take starboard and we’ll meet at the rendezvous point”

“Copy.” you say and make your way to the engine room on the right side of the ship. You start taking down guys and can hear Rumlow saying they’re ready in position.

Just as you finish with the last guy you hear Steve calling your name. “What’s your status?”

“Port engine room secure.” you answer.

“Good, make your way to help Rumlow with the hostages.”

“Roger that.” you can almost hear him groan in annoyance as you smile while following his orders.

“Natasha, what’s your status?” you can hear her grunt while she fights through the comms. “Status, Natasha?” 

“Hang on!” She says as she keeps fighting. “Starboard engine room secure.”

You hear Steve countdown from three and then the team moving in on the targets, you get to the rendezvous point just in time to see Rumlow rounding the corner with the hostages on his tail.

“Hostages en route to extradition.” he says in his comms as you look around for Natasha.

“Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Cap. Hostiles are still in play.” you let Steve know while helping take care of the hostages.

“Natasha, Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to Y/N and protect the hostages.” he receives no answer and at this point you get a little worried. “Natasha!”

You want to go looking for her but you know better than to leave your post, and you’re also very aware that Natasha can take care of herself. 

So you keep protecting the hostages while listening intently to the comms where you can hear Steve fight, then you hear a voice you assume it’s Batroc’s talking French and are even more surprised to hear Steve answer back in French. Impressive.

You can hear him fighting again and then you finally hear Natasha’s voice but don’t pay too much attention to the conversation, bringing your entire focus on the hostages now that you know she’s okay. 

You’re helping people into the life-pods when you hear an explosion go off somewhere on the boat. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you hear Natasha’s voice again and let it go, feeling even more relieved after hearing Steve too.

The ride back is very uncomfortable as you help Natasha with the minor injuries from the explosion, Steve refusing help and insisting that he’s fine, and in the mood he’s in you’re certainly not about to argue. 

As soon as the jet lands he stomps away angrily and you share a concerned look with Natasha, worried about what he’s gonna do next. 

You help Nat to the medbay and leave her there when she assures you she’s okay and to not make a fuss over her.

So you make your way to the usual conference room for debriefing but when you get there Rumlow very smugly assures you that you’re not needed at this meeting. 

You’re used to being left out of meetings with the STRIKE team and Pierce by now, since you’ve been forced to join you’ve been left out of more meetings that you’ve attended, but it still bothers you sometimes.

Still, at least you don’t have to spend too much time with those neanderthals. Not your circus, not your monkeys.

So you just make your way to the Armory to put away your gear and then the locker room to change and go home for what you think is gonna be the rest of the day.

-

A few hours later you find yourself in the hospital where the STRIKE team has been called in the middle of the night because, guess what? Someone tried to kill Director Fury. Or, as it turns out, succeeded. 

You’re behind Steve, Natasha and Hill alongside Rumlow and Sitwell, watching Fury flatlining and the doctors calling it.

You want to go with Nat to see Fury, be there for her knowing she cared about him as much as you do, but obviously Rumlow has to be a dick and order you to stay put. And, whether you like it or not, he’s your boss.

He rudely interrupts Nat and Steve’s conversation telling him they need him back at headquarters and you can already tell something’s suddenly off.

As much as Rumlow can be an asshole, he’s never been openly rude towards Steve.

You can hear Sitwell in your earpiece telling the team to bring Rogers in for questioning as he and Rumlow get closer.

“STRIKE, move it out.” he orders but you don't start moving until Steve’s by your side, giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile. 

When you get to the Triskelion Steve is taken to Pierce’s office and you get ordered to go to Forensics and check into the evidence found on the roof, then go to Operations Control and wait for there for further instructions, so you do. 

When you get to the control room you see Sitwell concentrated on a particular screen so you get close trying not to get noticed and see Steve fighting STRIKE and SHIELD agents in the elevator. 

You barely have time to understand what’s happening before he’s throwing himself off the elevator and lands on his shield near the entrance of the building. Thankfully Sitwell’s “Are you kidding me?” covered your quiet “holy shit.”

You’re in the room when Sitwell gives the orders to track down Rogers to all the Agents and when he’s done, you discreetly follow him and the rest of the STRIKE team out the room.

For a bunch of guys who work for a top secret organization they sure suck at knowing when they’re being followed. 

No one talks until they get to a deserted corridor. “Pierce is going to kill us. Rogers has the flash drive and can use it to find Zola. You fucked up big time letting him go.” Sitwell sounds pissed.

“Take it easy, four eyes.” Rumlow sounds just as angry “You’re not the one that got punched by a supersoldier.”

They keep talking about the flash drive and Steve and Pierce and Zola. That name sounds familiar but you can’t remember for the life of you where you heard it from.

Then it hits you.

Zola was a former Hydra scientist from World War II, turned ally when the war ended. Thank god the Howling Commandos were hot so you actually paid attention during that particular history class. 

You're about to turn away so you won’t risk getting caught eavesdropping when you hear your name being mentioned.

“Someone should keep an eye on her.” Sitwell says, making you worried of becoming the next Shield target, but Rumlow proceeds to ease your worries.

“That’s a waste of manpower. The whole reason she’s even on our team was so we could keep a closer eye on Rogers, but she just spends all her time with Romanoff.” 

So that’s why Pierce assigned you to the STRIKE team.

Yeah, you’re closer to Steve than most people but it’s not like you’re best friends, you sometimes hang out outside of work but most of your interactions are mission related.

You decide you've heard enough to kind of put together what’s going on, but there’s not much you can do to help Steve yet, not knowing where he is. So you stick to following the STRIKE team, praying that your absence in the control room goes unnoticed. 

STRIKE gets a hit on Steve’s location and you follow them in your car to a mall but think better than to follow them in, waiting patiently outside. 

After a few minutes you see Steve and Natasha in their not so well thought out undercover outfits and, once again, the Captain surprises you by hot-wiring a car. 

You follow them, more discreetly this time, knowing Natasha and Steve would be better at realizing they’re being followed. 

You get to an old army camp in Wheaton, New Jersey and are about to follow them in and make yourself known to them, but before you can get out of your car you hear the plan the STRIKE team has through your comms.

The idiots never even thought about using a different channel. Of course Rumlow would underestimate you this much. 

So you decide to drive deeper into the trees surrounding the camp to make sure you’re not visible and wait, knowing Steve and Natasha will need a fast getaway. 

You can do nothing more than watch as a missile hits the bunker and the helicopters start coming. You want to go and help them, make sure they're okay, but you will yourself to stay put and not give away your position. 

When you can faintly see Steve’s figure, almost running with what looks like Nat in his arms, you finally turn the car on and drive coming to a stop right in front of him and startling him to a stop on his tracks.

“Get in.” you urge him, and he seems wary of you, rightly so. “Come on, Cap, they can’t know I’m here!”

He seems to decide to risk trusting you and delicately sets an unconscious Nat down in the back seat before getting in the passenger’s seat.

As soon as his door is closed you drive away as fast as you can, heading back to Washington and you can feel Steve’s eyes on you.

“How do I know I can trust you?” he finally says after a minute of silence, his eyes never leaving you. “You’re part of them, after all.”

“I can see where you’re coming from, but trust me I’m not one of them.” You glance at him and you can tell that he’s not convinced yet, so you go on. “I didn’t even know who ‘them’ were before today. Apparently the reason Pierce assigned me to the STRIKE team was in hopes to get closer to you. He overestimated how close we actually are. If Natasha was awake right now she would tell you how much I hate working with those assholes… You can trust me.”

You take a look at the rearview mirror and see Natasha, but her relaxed face does nothing to ease your worries. 

Steve seems to pick up on your concerns as his features soften and, ever the hopelessly optimistic, he chooses to believe you.

“Okay,” he says, “what do we do now?”

“We have to get you somewhere safe” you check your mirrors as much as you can, making sure you’re not being followed “I don’t know any safehouses outside of Shield's radar. We need a place we can go that they know nothing about.”

“I have an idea.” he says, you glance at him and see him already looking at you, so you nod.

[randomshyperson]

High School Sweethearts - Cheerleader!Wanda x Reader [Kinktober]

Summary: The new student captures your attention completely. She's perfect and she's everything you ever wanted.

Warnings: hints of corruption/innocence kink, first kiss, first time, virgin!Wanda, smut, teasing, some edging, fingering, strap-on use, top!reader, high school au | Words: 6.923k

A/N-> My first time writing something of this kink be kind. I'm absorbing the latest episode of She-Hulk yet, someone needs to send Jen hugs.

Kinktober Collection | General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

--//--

It was Kate who told you about the new students.

It was Tuesday, and the school was full of burbs all over the hall. You were late and a little irritated because you had argued with your father on the way - Steve Rogers could be many things, and stubborn was most of them. - and so you weren't the least bit interested in the daily gossip that your colleagues might have.

Still, Kate was one of your favorite people and she was so sweet that you didn't have the heart to ignore her attempts to get close during her freshman year, and now, she was a sophomore and you were graduating, and even though you weren't in the same classes, you were inseparable. 

"I hear they're the mayor's kids, and Y/N, you have to see, the two of them look like they stepped off a magazine cover." She excitedly narrates her encounter with the new students in the cafeteria. "If they weren't wearing their Avengers High uniforms, I would have mistaken them for models, I swear."

You chuckle, finishing picking up your books and closing your locker.

"Be careful not to drool too much, Bishop. Or your girlfriend will get jealous." You tease, but Kate doesn't laugh, assuming a momentarily fearful expression and looking around to see if Yelena wasn't somewhere listening in on the conversation.

The reaction only makes you laugh harder.

It takes three periods before you finally see the new students. By then, you have heard half the school talking about them, and you know they are twins, and yes, really the mayor's children because Darcy Lewis shows you a picture on her cell phone with the whole family landing in the local paper.

"They're cute, but it's no big deal." You mutter to Kate after looking at the photo, and she and Darcy share a nasal laugh.

"You'll change your mind when you see them in person." Your friend says, looking forward again because Professor Harkness has just entered the room.

Darcy puts her cell phone away, and you sigh, "I highly doubt it, I study with the most beautiful girls in the world, I'm not easy to impress. " You compliment them charmingly and Darcy and Kate laugh softly, rolling their eyes in good humor.

It's not a lie what you said, yet when between the penultimate and last period, a lost-looking girl bumps into you in the hallway, you are momentarily speechless at the greenish irises in front of you.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." She mutters in apology, stooping to grab the book she has knocked over and return it to you.

As you pick it up, you don't let go. "But I did see you. You're the new girl, right?" 

She smiles in surprise, hugging her own notebook. "Yeah, that's me. I'm Wanda. We just moved here from New York-"

You raise a hand in the air and Wanda falls silent in confusion, but you smile gently.

"Why don't you tell me that, and whatever you want, over coffee?"

She blushes very hard, opening her mouth a few times before giving a shy laugh. "S-sure, I like coffee."

You move closer and take out the pen attached to her notebook. You take the cap off with your teeth, and Wanda watches the item with hot cheeks the entire time you are pulling out a sheet of paper and writing your number in her notebook.

As you return the pen, you smile at her. "Don't forget to text, I'm dying to know the end of your story." You tell her, offering a gentle nod before leaving.

Wanda sighs loudly, leaning her back on the lockers. A silly smile fills her face, and she stands for a good few minutes trying to understand what just happened and why her legs are so shaky. 

–//–

You go out for coffee after class on Thursday, and for thirty whole minutes, you try not to stare at the legs exposed by her cheer skirt.

Wanda is so beautiful it hurts, and her near cluelessness only makes her more attractive.

You clear your throat quietly because she is a really very interesting person and you want to know more about her.

You learn that she was born in Sokovia - which explains her delightful accent that distracts you with every word - and that she moved to New York when her parents divorced. She is the younger twin, but not the sister, as her father has another girl named Lorna who is in middle school. It is also Wanda's first time attending school, and when she says this you widen your eyes slightly.

"Are you kidding me?" You question pushing the coffee creamer with your straw, she laughs lightly.

"No, I swear." She assures you humorously, mimicking your movements without realizing it in her own drink. "My dad is the overprotective type, and Pietro and I have been homeschooled all our lives. But it's senior year and somehow we managed to convince him that it was an important experience. Pietro wants a scholarship for athletics and I, well, I'd like to do cinema."

You smile. "So you like movies?"

Her face lights up even more. "I love movies! I know it's a very competitive industry, but my dream is to work as a film director! I love writing stories, and it would be so amazing to bring them to the screen and... I'm boring you, aren't I?" she interrupts, her cheeks a little red. "Sorry, I get too excited-"

"No, you're not." You interrupt her, "I like hearing you talk, go ahead."

Wanda blushes, even more, lowering her embarrassed gaze to her own lap before smiling shyly.

She tells you more about her dream of being a filmmaker, and about her family not liking the idea of her not pursuing a more secure career, and you make a point of encouraging her to do what she likes and not what others think is right, and Wanda is so flustered she hardly knows how to thank you.

You realize that it is getting late, and if you don't come back now, your father will probably find a new problem to discuss, so you tell Wanda that you have to go. She seems sad about this ending, and yet is still too shy to call you out on anything else. When she builds up the courage to do so, you think your heart won't hold out from all the cuteness.

"We could... I don't know, have tea? Or soda?" She invites clumsily, and you laugh softly just enough to make the redness of her cheeks worse.

Finishing putting on your jacket, you retort:

"I have a better idea, filmmaker girl. Want to go over to the house for Netflix&Chill?" 

It's a test or a joke with real intent, and Wanda falls right in. 

"Of course! I have like a dozen recommendations, and we could watch something by Kubrick or maybe Burton..."

You bite your lip, you're the one who fell. For her, and it was in the blink of an eye.

"Sure, Wanda, any movie you want." That's what you answer, deciding to keep the not going to be much-watching part to yourself.

–//–

Wanda lived on the edge of Westview, which meant that you could use the subway. But part of you wanted to impress her, so when Bucky let you use his motorcycle, you didn't miss your chance.

"Don't scratch it." He repeated the instructions, the key at face height. You raised your hand to take it, and he lifted the item a little further. "And what's our deal?"

You rolled your eyes. "Three hours out of the house for you to have a date night with my father. I could sue you for the trauma." You joked making him laugh before you managed to steal the key.

"Just text me when you're on your way. And please-"

"No scratches." You completed with an impatient sigh.

While your stepfather had his date night with your dad - whom you were avoiding as much as possible mainly because the deadline for sending admission letters was coming up and you had no idea what you were going to do and didn't want him pressing ideas on you - you made your way across town to see Wanda Maximoff and her stupidly adorable face.

Just as you imagined, she was excited by your arrival on the motorcycle, equally so from Pietro who started asking you questions as soon as you properly introduced yourself, but you noticed that Wanda's father was not too happy.

"You must be Y/N." He said as soon as Wanda guided you to the fancy balcony like all the rest of the house and the well-molded garden.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Maximoff." You spoke, which made him chuckle slightly.

"Actually it's Lehnsherr, Maximoff is their mother's maiden name." He clarified, and you feigned interest, nodding softly. 

"Papa, Y/N, and I are going to watch a movie in my room." Said the girl - She was wearing a long sweatshirt and shorts that disappeared with the garment covering it, and you were having a hard time trying to not imagine what it would be like to slide your hand under there. 

Erik looked you up and down as if he could read all your naughty intentions at once.

"Open door always, Wanda." He warned with his arms crossed, and Wanda chuckled confusedly, pulling you by the hand toward her bedroom.

You heard Erik ask Pietro questions about you, but your gaze was more attentive to the movement of Wanda's hips leading upstairs.

"Your house is quite beautiful, Wanda." You comment once she leads you into the bedroom. "Not as beautiful as the owner, of course."

She giggles embarrassed at the compliment, and you take the opportunity to kick the door discreetly shut. "Come sit here, I've set everything up for us."

She did, you could see the laptop, the drinks, and the popcorn. A proper movie session with Wanda in her fancy room, and you sighed lightly as you took off your shoes and jacket to sit on the bed next to her.

"What movie did you pick for us, pretty girl?" Your compliments were visually making her flustered, but she still said nothing, adjusting herself on the bed to reach for her laptop. "I was thinking of watching some classic, so I've sorted out some options for us."

She showed you a list that made you smile warmly. All the movies were good, but none had what you wanted to do with Wanda.

"I have a better suggestion, and I'm sure you've never seen this one." You told her as you moved the laptop to your own lap to search. She tried to peek, and you pulled away with a laugh. "No peeking, it's a surprise."

She laughed, shaking her head but holding herself in place. " All right."

"You're Jewish, right?" Your question surprised her a little, but she murmured in agreement the next second. You noticed many things on the way to her room, including the Jewish items that filled the blanks in your head about what you knew about the girl next to you. "Another reason for you to love this movie."

"So mysterious." She murmured humorously getting a soft chuckle from you. Once you had chosen and the start credits began to roll, Wanda bit her lip curiously. "What's it about?"

You crossed your ankles together. "Temptation." 

Wanda looked at you. "What?"

"Watch the movie, movie girl." You retorted amused and she chuckled softly before turning her attention back to the screen.

For the first few minutes of Disobedience, Wanda was a little upset. The story is sad in its complexity, and dealt with the fanatical religious obsession of a Jewish community and the harm to the protagonists' freedom. And at first, she didn't catch what the film was really about.

She thought it was sweet that you had brought a movie about her family's religion until the first kissing scene made her cheeks blush.

"Oh, they were a couple..." The words escape you before she can count them, and you lick your lips to contain your own anxiety.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Your whisper is curious in totality, and Wanda laughs in confusion, taking her gaze off the screen.

"What? No, of course not." She retorts, turning her attention back to the film. " They are sweet. I mean, the story is sad as hell, but they're sweet."

You smile, a relief filling your chest. You are about to make a comment when the door opens, and the moody figure of Erik appears.

"I told you I wanted the door open." He reminisces as Wanda pauses the movie.

"Sorry, papa, it must have closed with the wind." She half-heartedly clarifies, and you bite your tongue to hold back the impatient sigh of having your moment interrupted. 

"I have a dinner with the Congress people now, I just came to say good night, dear. And please don't delay Miss Rogers' stay here too long, driving late at night is dangerous."

You are about to say you will go as soon as the movie is over when Wanda comments:

"She could sleep here." And Erik hesitates just as you do. Wanda swallows dryly. "If you want to, of course. What if it's okay with you, papa?"

You have trouble hiding your smile, and Erik looks ready to make up an excuse when his cell phone rings. He sighs impatiently.

"Sure, we have a guest room. Good night to you." He says before answering the phone and leaving the room, talking about work until his voice fades from the distance.

Wanda leaves the movie paused, a confused expression on her face.

"He's acting so weird. This bed is big enough, why would I put you on the other side of the house?"

You stare at her and give an impressed laugh when you realize that Wanda simply doesn't know why.

"Wanda, your father doesn't want me to sleep in the same bed as you."

She frowns in confusion, "Why?"

You tilt your head. "He thinks we're going to fu-"

"Hey, I'm going at Quill's, can you cover for me if Dad asks for me when he gets back from his fancy dinner?" Pietro interrupts your speech as he enters the room, already holding the keys to the white pickup truck you've seen him drive a few times to school. Wanda blinks away from your intense gaze, a bit flustered.

"S-sure, Pietro, good night." She says very quickly, and the other looks between you and her with a suggestive expression.

"You two behave yourselves, huh? Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He teases, and Wanda grimaces. You chuckle.

"Sure thing, mary jane." You retort without hesitation and Pietro stops smiling at that instant. Wanda doesn't understand and probably doesn't know that Pietro smokes pot behind the gyms, and so before she can question the nickname, Pietro is muttering goodbye as he leaves the room.

"What was that...?" She asks but you shake your head, giving the movie a play.

"Let's keep watching, it's getting to the best part." Wanda sighs a little as you adjust and stay close enough for her to smell your perfume completely, effectively taking all attention away from the movie.

But she had to pay attention when the first moans started. In an instant, her cheeks burned, and Wanda tried to look as cool about it as she could.

You were tapping your fingers on your stomach, completely at ease with the intimate scene playing out on the screen in front of you, and it is impossible for Wanda to do the same.

Once she shifts uncomfortably, and you notice her clenching her thighs, you sigh.

"How was your first kiss?" Your question almost makes her choke, but Wanda is thankful that at least she has an excuse to look away from the movie's sex scene.

"Hum, I've never..."

"Really?" You cut her off gently, adjusting your weight on her arm to face her, and Wanda feels very nervous about all the attention. She nods, and you smile. "It's really hard to believe you didn't have a line of suitors."

Wanda chuckles embarrassedly, shaking her head. "Well, I don't know many people, you know? It's not like I had classmates studying at home. And when I wasn't studying, I was at some officional event, being my dad's perfect little girl."

The hidden bitterness in her sentence made you raise an eyebrow softly, the interest burning in your mind. 

"I know the feeling, my father is a military man and loves to keep up appearances." You say, quietly closing the laptop in Wanda's lap. "But unlike you, I do whatever it takes to annoy him."

"Very naughty of you." She mutters half breathlessly because you are leaning over her suddenly. But it's only to put the closed laptop on the nightstand, and once you notice the way Wanda is blushing and breathing out of rhythm, a smile forms on your face.

"Wanda, I would like to be your first kiss." You whisper to her, and instead of pulling away, you rest a hand on the side of her head. "If you want that of course."

She chokes softly but nods almost frantically. "Yeah... I'd like that."

"Let's start with lesson one then. Close your bedroom door." You guide low against her lips, using every mental control to pull yourself away from her. Wanda gasps, but quickly moves in shaky steps off the bed to the bedroom door, and you hide a smile as you tuck yourself into her bed.

She surprises you a little when with trembling fingers, she locks the door.

"Just... for precaution." She clarifies embarrassed about the look on your face, but you just shrug.

"I'm not complaining." You tease. "Come here."

Wanda swallows dryly and wastes no time in obeying, walking back to the bed. She sits down a little further in front of you, and you hold out your hand for her to take, and once she does, you pull her gently to sit on your lap.

Wanda is trembling with nervousness, and her skin is warm to the touch. You lick your lips, trying to control yourself and not grab her right there and kiss and fuck her until she can't remember her own name, and it takes a lot of willpower when she looks so good all over you.

"You've never really kissed anyone, not even a small peck?" You ask sweetly, bringing your hand to her cheek for her to look at you. When she denies it with her head, you move closer. "Give me a peck then." She does so on the spot, and it's quick as expected, but it turns her cheeks into tomatoes. You smile, "Again. Longer this time."

She sighs, but nods and breaks the distance, pressing her lips over yours. 

Instead of letting go, you place your hand on her cheek and kiss her back firmly, eliciting a surprised and affected sigh in return. She opens her mouth to breathe, and you slide your tongue inside.

Wanda makes a noise with her throat, moving restlessly in your lap but you guide the kiss until she gets used to the sensation and soon her breathless sighs sound like gasping pleas, her hands move to your shoulders and she tries to deepen.

Everything in her body begs for more - more of your hands, squeezing her waist, more of your tongue sucking hers, and more of you, everywhere you can touch. She feels hot and bothered, and it is as new and fantastic as it is overwhelming.

You kiss her until she starts to move her hips impatiently against your thigh, and then you know you have to stop now or you won't be able to pull it off later. The way your heart speeds up when she looks at you with puffy lips and dark eyes once the kiss is over only confirms this.

"Is everything okay?" Wanda speaks first, her voice shaky and husky, her face inches from yours.

You take a deep breath, offering her a small smile.

"Sure, I should just go home." You say, and you are already moving her off of you in the next moment, missing the other's confused look. 

Once you have your shoes on, Wanda can't contain her concern.

"I...I did it wrong didn't I?" 

You frown, turning to her as you put on your jacket. Wanda looks down at her own lap. 

"You didn't do anything wrong, Wanda." You tell her, moving closer again to the end of the bed. "Listen." You say gesturing to her ear, and she is confused for just a second.

Next, she can hear her father outside the house, car noises, and something that sounds like complaints about a canceled dinner.

She looks at you again, and you are already kneeling on the bed to reach for her face.

"I'm just trying to keep you out of trouble." You explain as you caress her cheek. "I can't risk you getting grounded in this fancy mansion when I want to keep taking you out."

Her gaze glows hopeful. "You do?"

You smile, leaning in to kiss her intensely for a moment. "Of course I do." You assure her once you break the kiss, your gaze darkening afterward. "And I also want to come to your room, lie on your bed, and elicit all the delicious sounds you make when I kiss you."

Wanda chokes softly, leaning in to break the distance again, but you haven't offered her more than a peck, earning a grumble in return. "When are you going to kiss me again? For real."

"When do you want to?" you challenge back, and despite the pink of your cheeks, Wanda doesn't hesitate.

"Now."

You chuckle, pulling away. You open the door just before Erik comes up the stairs, and he grimaces, but you are already leaving the room. Before you do, you turn and offer a wink to Wanda, who once she is left in the room alone, sinks her face into her pillows, trying to make her heart stop beating so fast.

–//–

You wanted to take things slow with Wanda because in your experience, too fast burns and wears out at the same speed.

It is, however, quite difficult to keep your eyes off her.

Especially when she looks so irresistible in her cheer uniform.

"You're drooling." Yelena sneers beside you under the bleachers as you both skip chemistry class so she can smoke away from any teacher's attention.

"I definitely am." You retort without any concern, your gaze focused on the brunette from meters away. Yelena laughs dryly, taking a long drag on her cigarette. 

"When are you going to make it official?"

"Why, so we can end up like Nat and Carol, fighting about the damn weather." You retort half impatiently, and Yelena hesitates a moment. She puffs smoke before answering.

"Carol cheated on Nat." She declares, and you gasp in surprise, looking at your friend with wide eyes. She shrugs her shoulders. "It was with a girl from State, at last year's championship. Nat tried to forgive her, but it''s been the same since summer. They're not fighting because of the weather, they're fighting because they're lying to each other."

You bite your tongue, turning your gaze back to Wanda in the field. She looks beautiful and giggles excitedly with her teammates when she gets her steps right.

"That doesn't make me feel confident about your suggestion, Lena." You murmur to her, and Yelena laughs lightly, taking one last drag before throwing the cigarette on the ground. 

"Not every relationship sucks, Y/N." She begins. "Not everyone gets divorced like your parents, and not everyone cheats like my sister's girlfriend. Just look at me and Kate. I fucking love her, and I can't wait for us to be living in the same apartment."

You smile small. "I never said I loved anyone."

Yelena rolls her eyes, laughing softly. "It's in your face. And look where you are, simping over her while skipping class instead of doing anything else."

It's your turn to roll your eyes, a soft pink filling your cheek at being caught. "Shut up or I'll tell Kate you're looking for a place without her help."

Yelena laughs, "And I'll tell Maximoff that you're a stalker."

You grunt impatiently, leaving muttering that the field is a free-for-all, and missing the way Wanda looks through the rails to where you were sitting before.

As the weeks went by, and with the clear yet casual involvement between you, it was obvious to everyone how much influence you had in each other's lives.

You started showing up to more classes, and Wanda stole your leather jacket for her and learned to say no to her father when you learned to show up at family dinners.

She borrowed your clothes with the excuse that they smelled like you, and you brought home her classic DVDs almost every weekend.

And there was also a matching set of hickeys on your necks.

"Wanda, your father looks ready to blow up this car." You reminded her with a breathless giggle against her lips - because she insisted that you kiss her properly - before you dropped her off at home. She grunted impatiently, grabbing your chin so that you would take your attention away from the man with his arms crossed in the driveway, and focus on the girl sitting in the car seat gifted by your father after you said you had sent admission letters to colleges not so far from Wanda.

"I want to ask you something." She says, kissing you again briefly. "Do you want to sleep over at my place this weekend?"

You hum, kissing her again before retorting, "Is it some special occasion?"

She smiles, shaking her head. "Just missing you. And... it's the race finals weekend, so Dad and Pietro are traveling and we'll have the house to ourselves."

You choke softly, caught by surprise that it is Wanda suggesting such a thing. But she seems genuinely naive about it, waiting for your response. 

"Hmm, and what would we do with the house to ourselves...?" You tease, rubbing your nose against hers and Wanda chuckles shyly, one hand going up to your neck.

"I suppose whatever we want." She replies, and you smile before kissing her again, this time goodbye.

–//–

It seemed to take a lifetime, but the weekend finally arrived.

Wanda doesn't know why she was so nervous. You had been alone before, between classes, at movie screenings, at snack bars, or bowling alleys.

But then she remembered the feeling of your lips pressing against hers, the panting whispers that made her skin itch, and the way her knees gave way when your hands got bold and she guessed she knew very well why.

She prepares a typical movie session, all the food, and comfy pillows, and you praise her for her dedication before pressing her against the bedroom door.

Wanda loves those hungry kisses - they heat up her body like a furnace, and always leave her wanting more. And today you seem willing to give her as much as she needs.

Your mouth parted from hers only to trail along her jaw, marking your way down and Wanda already panting, threw her head back against the wood, shivering under your rough touch around her body.

"I drove all the way down here thinking about kissing you, princess." You confess huskily against her ear, and Wanda blushes heavily, a low moan escaping her throat. "You're making me crazy, Wanda. I can't stop thinking about you."

"I think about you too." She confesses equally affected, only to gasp when you press a knee between her legs and everything burns, and she can't control the sounds that escape from there, not when you move your hands to her waist and make her grind against your thigh next. "Oh. That feels so nice..." She whimpers overwhelmed by the sensations, and you gently bite the sensitive spot on her neck.

"If you want something, you're going to have to ask for it." You whisper, and Wanda moans in response, her nails digging into your arms.

"Please, Y/N. I just need...you to touch me." She tries with her cheeks burning as much as the rest of her body, her hips never failing against your thigh and making you shiver.

"I'm all over you, pretty girl." You tease back, meeting her gaze and swallowing Wanda's breathless moans with your mouth with each movement of her hips. "Unless you want me to touch you somewhere else..."

"You know I want to." She retorts naughtily, and to that, you bite her lip, a gentle tug that makes her choke on a moan.

"Don't be a smart-ass." You warn, sliding a hand to her thigh to pull it up, and the adjustment makes Wanda see stars. "You can't even tell me to fuck your pussy."

She whimpers at the teasing, closing her eyes and throwing her forehead against your shoulder. You laugh smugly as the wetness begins to stain your pants.

"Baby, please..." She whimpers again, urging her body against you. Her hips are out of rhythm, and the covered stimulation is delicious, but still not enough. She just needs some kind of push that you seem to know what it is and won't grant her. 

Instead of answering her, you grab her neck and kiss her hard, adjusting your body to hers until Wanda feels a hardness and jerks up with a surprised, affected squeal.

"It's a gift that I bought especially for you. if you're ready for it, of course." You clarify breathlessly, and she nods immediately, interlacing her hands behind your neck. But you kiss her slowly now and move your other hand down to lift Wanda between the door and your lap so that she now grinds directly against the strap instead of your thigh. She gasps in a whimper, meeting your eyes again as you break the kiss. " Fuck, you're so close and I haven't even touched you yet."

You were absolutely right. The knot in Wanda's belly was ready to explode at any moment, and when you slid your hand down to open your zipper, and the fake cock slipped out, the new pressure made Wanda growl hornily, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

You didn't penetrate her, letting her grind her covered intimacy against the toy until the moisture was enough to wet it. By now Wanda was jerking, holding you by the shoulders as you moved your hips against her. The strap pressed against her clit, sliding in a torturous back and forth over her covered pussy, and you seemed to be having the time of your life driving her to the brink of insanity with that tease.

"Y/N-fuck-I want-need it... inside-ah" She tried, delirious with anticipation, ever so close, and you panted softly in her ear.

"I love it when you cuss, it's so hot." You praise, slowing down and making Wanda moan loudly, her clit throbbing. "If you can ask me what you want, I'll do it."

Wanda whimpers affectedly, her cheeks blushing again. She is almost building up courage when you curse in her ear trapped in your own pleasure, and she is cumming instead of saying anything.

It is an overwhelming pleasure, almost terrifying her. She grabs you to keep from falling to the floor, dripping onto her panties. You grunt as you realize what has just happened and only give Wanda time to stop shaking before you get down on your knees.

"Babe, what are you...?" She falls silent as she chokes on her own breath, throwing her head back hard as her hips try to escape from your hands that hold her just for that. You press your nose against her covered intimacy, sniffing with a loud groan as Wanda whimpers. You don't give her time to complain before you move a hand to push the fabric away and sink your tongue into her.

Wanda practically screams, and you groan as you taste her. You fuck her messily, hungrily as you take your tongue between the folds of her pussy, pushing deep and then shallow to make her twitch, and when you suck on her clit she brings a hand to her hair.

"Oh-OH-blyat', tak khorosho!" Wanda gasps, and you groan as you hear her cursing in another language. It just encourages you to keep going, and this time, you won't stop until you get it out of her again. 

It didn't take long - Wanda was sensitive and you only had to slide your tongue inside and suck her clit a few times for her to spill into your mouth with a long moan, her nails digging into your scalp. You moaned too, delighting in her taste and licking her clean before making your way up again.

"That was..." She tries breathlessly, her eyes lazy, and you smile, kissing her and making her grunt for her own taste before turning into a surprised yelp when you take her by the thighs and lift her onto your lap.

"We're not done, pretty girl." You clarify between kisses on the way to the bed. When you place Wanda on the mattress, her hair spreads across the pillow and she stares at you with dark eyes, her chest heaving. You pause, momentarily speechless as you realize how much you care for her.

"Everything okay?" She asks at your hesitation, and you smile immediately, nodding and moving closer to kiss her with intensity. Wanda melts, trying to pull you up but you gently push her by the shoulders.

She thinks to question, but your hand traces its way between her thighs and any question becomes an affected whimper.

"The toy is small, but I still need to stretch you with my fingers." You whisper with a naturalness that doesn't match the way Wanda blushes heavily. She merely nods, shivering under your fingers scratching and teasing around the inner part of her thighs. "You'll tell me if it hurts, won't you, pretty girl?"

She nods frantically, choking softly. "Y-yes, but please, just..." The teasing was driving her insane, your fingers only touching around, never where she desperately needed it. "Please, Y/N, touch me."

You shushed her gently, kissing the corner of her mouth and then her jaw, and when you got to her neck and started sucking on the sensitive spots that made her squirm on the bed, your fingers find her intimacy and penetrated her.

Wanda whimpered, closing her eyes tightly to the invasion. One at first, and then you slid out, and when you came back, two sank into her and she bit your shoulder.

"Tell me when you're ready." You whispered into her neck, moving your thumb to stimulate her clitoris, and Wanda throbbed beneath you. After two orgasms, she was really quite sensitive, but that only made it better. "Wands?"

She sighed, opening her eyes to find your worried ones. Instead of answering, she brought one hand to your cheek and another to the wrist connected between you. She brought your lips together at the same time she moved her hips, and you took the cue, sliding your fingers out and then in to find a rhythm.

Wanda whimpered once you got it, with each thrust she gasped at the kiss becoming harder to return, but once you felt her close again, you stopped.

She grunted confused and annoyed, but you adjusted before she could say anything, and any complaint broke down into an affected moan as you lined up the strap on her and sank in at once.

"Ah, I knew you could take it, pretty girl." You praised her, in a slow rhythm against her as Wanda squirmed and dug her nails into your back, desperate for more. "Damn, you look so beautiful now."

Wanda's moans mingled with the sounds of the thrusts inside her, the wetness of her pussy creating a delicious friction. You firmed your hands on her waist, pushing deeper, and she arched her back, ready to fall over the edge. You fell over her, hugging her and kissing the skin of her exposed collarbone, and Wanda whimpered, moaning under you.

She let out a little squeal, and her body tensed and you gasped against her neck as you came too, your juices mixing and dripping down her thighs.

You stood there for a moment, just breathing against each other as you calmed from your climax, and you smiled as you felt Wanda draw patterns on your back.

Unhurriedly, you moved off her, biting your lips at the image of the soaked toy and the sigh that left her lips as she felt empty before you pulled away.

Wanda looks at you expectantly at once, missing your body on top of her.

"Where are you going?" She asks in a half-hoarse voice, but you smile, now standing in front of the bed, you begin to remove your pants.

"You came three times and we didn't even get to take our clothes off. I'm kind of impressed."  You humorously clarify, and Wanda giggles shyly, biting her lips as you take off your clothes in front of her. "How would you like to take a shower with me? And then, lend me something comfy so we can watch the movie you've picked up?"

She finds it incredible, honestly, but once you are completely naked in front of her, Wanda can only sigh and move closer again. She brings a hand to your neck and kisses you hard.

"Later. Now, I want you to do that thing with your tongue again." She asks with a sigh and well, it's not like you're going to complain.

–//–

You awoke to rays of sunlight on your face and a warm feeling on the tip of your stomach.

"Wands...oh...don't stop that." Your natural instinct was to call out to her, but it turned into something like a moan and a sigh as you felt the pleasure electrify your whole body at once. Wanda smiled against you, looking up at you as her hands held your thighs open for her. You squirmed on the mattress, barely finding time to grab her hair before you cum hard on her tongue. "Fuck, baby, that was amazing."

She giggles softly against you, kissing your thighs before moving up your body until she finds your mouth again. It takes a moment for you to recover from the orgasm and wake up properly, but when you do, your hands go around her and you spin Wanda around on the bed, getting on top quickly as she smiles.

"You're a fast learner." You comment against her jaw, tracing kisses downward. "I don't think I've ever cum so fast before..."

But suddenly, Wanda tenses and your hand guides your face back to her.

"I don't want to think about it." She says almost irritated, and you frown in confusion, "You with other people."

A smile breaks on your lips. " Hmm, is that right?"

But Wanda doesn't smile, sliding her legs between yours to switch positions and push you on your back on the bed, straddling your lap the next minute. Her hands at the side of your head, and her hair makes a curtain between your faces.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N. As I am yours." She whispers hoarsely, her gaze intense on yours. You blink impressed but are smiling.

"And who says I'm not already?" You challenge back, moving your hands to her hips and enjoying the feel of her intimacy against your thigh. Her breasts look incredible like this too, covered only by the half-open shirt of yours that she must have stolen during the night.  

Wanda studies your face as she risks, "You never made us official, I thought..."

You bring a hand to her cheek as she lowers her head in shame. "Wands, and who says labels are the only thing that makes us official?"

Wanda shrugs, looking away, "I don't know, it's just that the cheer girls have their partners, and they're always talking about going to college together or buying apartments and-"

You straighten up, sitting up and pulling her closer.

"We'll do all that if that's what you want." You tell her with sincerity. "We'll go to NYU together, and rent an apartment. And I'll buy you a shiny ring so everyone will know we're together."

Wanda smiles, blushing as she wraps her arms around you.

"But what do you want?"

You smile warmly, brushing your nose against hers. "Sweetheart, I just want you." You retort caressing her skin. "I don't care about social norms, I just want to be able to kiss and wake up with you every day. If you want a ring, let's buy a ring. If you want to meet me in secret so as not to upset your father, I'll accept that too."

Wanda chuckles softly, pecking your jaw and then your lips.

"There's no way I'm keeping you a secret, you're the best thing that ever happened to me." She confesses and you kiss her, again and again until she starts to heat up on you, breathless whispers leaving her lips with each kiss. 

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me too, Wands." You retort to her before deepening the next kiss, and this time, you don't stop.

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Thirty

( Benny Miller x F!Reader x Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia )

DOUBLE PENETRATION / HOTDOGGING / GAPE/FISTING

Summary: Benny’s in the mood to celebrate and invites a special guest to join you both for his milestone recording session.

Day Thirty of … Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of drink, threesome, group sex, sex on camera, butt plug, hand job, oral - male receiving, deep throating, fingering, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex, double vaginal penetration, squirting, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.7k

Benny wanted to throw a party.

“What’s the occasion?”

You knew it wasn’t any of their birthdays or yours and apparently you don’t have a party when you win however many matches he’s won, so you were running out of options.

“I reached a milestone with my subscribers!”

And that means it’s party time, just not the average kind.

He set a date, he bought you a new outfit and he’d spent god knows how much on decorations, including balloons which you had been pumping up for what felt like hours. At least he did give you a hand pump.

“How many do you need?”

“Like I said, Bunny, enough to fill the bedroom floor and a few extra.”

You glanced at the floor around you, how the hell were you supposed to keep count. Picking a couple up, you took them down the hall and stepped cautiously into the room, tiptoeing round the balloons he’d already tossed inside. The floor space was still visible between the rubber and you sigh, looking around the rest of the room.

He’d already set up the lights and camera… wait, cameras?

“Benny,” you shout. “Why is there another camera?”

He wanders in, carrying a bundle of balloons.

“I thought we could try something different, get some close ups and stuff.”

Your eyes narrowed before you blinked and smiled, “Ok.”

You carried on without a care and he let out the breath he was holding, he didn’t know whether to tell you now or just let things roll out like he’d planned. When he came back into the living room, you were happily blowing up more balloons, a shitty reality show on the tv. He saw it best not to tell you, he would much rather you have a surprise.

“Oh my god,” you stretch on the couch with a scrunched expression. “My wrists hurt.”

The floor had now disappeared and you were taking the last few to throw on the bed. Benny came  and joined you smiling, he had helped for a while but needed to sort out some other things before the ‘show’.

“Oh, cute, you got a new cap.”

He plays with the peak of his hat, off white in colour with his signature fucking bunnies in gold embroidery.

“You like it?”

You hum, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Should I get changed?”

“Underwear’s on the chair, the robe’s on the back of the door.”

The office had become a makeshift changing room though you were happy undressing in front of him, he wanted to see you with fresh eyes. He places a hand on your back, pulling you close to kiss you on the lips, it’s soft and fleeting.

You had just put on the robe when you heard the door go and you make a beeline to see what’s happening.

“Who’s that?”

“I invited a special guest,” Benny said, approaching the door.

Your brows knotted, head cocking, “But you and the boys have always said no third parties.”

“It’s not really a third party if it’s one of us.”

He twists the lock and opens the door to Santiago.

“Hey, man,” Santiago steps in a give him a hug and a pat on the back.

“Hey,” Benny returns the favour.

Your heart skips a beat when you see him enter with a curl on his lips and plucks off the hat from his head, revealing his salt and pepper hair.

“Santi?”

“Hey, honey,” he opens an arm and catches you as you surge over for a hug.

“I’m glad you could join us.”

“Well, I had to fit you into a very busy schedule,” he retorts.

You roll your eyes, about to shove yourself from his body.

“So, you don’t want your present?”

He holds up the bag that he was hiding behind his back, watching your face as your smile grew with excitement.

“I get a present, what is it?”

Dropping his hand, he glances over his shoulder to Benny, “You didn’t tell her the plan?”

Benny shook his head.

Santiago’s arm loosened from your waist, “Bunny, we need to talk.”

That doesn’t sound good.

The conversation wasn’t as scary as Santiago made it sound, it was more that with what him and Benny wanted to do would mean being on camera. And by being on camera, this wasn’t like before, it meant being full on in frame, head and all.

It was suddenly a big deal.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“We’ll understand,” Benny says.

You twiddle your thumbs, eyes flicking between the two of them.

“But what’s the present? Does that have something to do with this?”

Santiago smiles, passing you the bag, “It may help you get into character.”

You look at them once more, both of them smiling as you delve into the bag and pull out a matte black box. Dropping the bag to the floor, you run your fingertips over the top of an embossed logo. Of course, you have no idea what it was, it was one of those places only Santiago knew. You untie the ribbon and lift the magnetic seal, there was something underneath the precision wrapped tissue paper.

You could feel their eyes on you as you peeled the sticker and raise the tissue.

“Wow,” you take the mask carefully from the box. “Where did you get this?”

“I have a friend who’s very good with leather.”

The mask had cut out eyes and curved over the nose and along the cheeks, a strap that secured at the back of your head and contrasting hardware. There was a hole at the top but the final piece of leather curled up into bunny ears.

“How d’you know it will fit?”

“It always fits,” Santiago said.

Benny was stood in anticipation, arms folded but bobbing on his feet.

“Is that a yes?”

You glance to a pair of them, a coy smile, “It’s a yes.”

He throw himself at you and squeezed you tightly, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll get a celebratory drink.”

He ran off to the kitchen, leaving you with Santiago.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “you’re both gonna look after me, right?”

“Of course.”

There was a moment of pause as you gazed at the mask, “Are you wearing a costume?”

“I’ve got a new mask.”

You giggle, “Didn’t fancy being the big bad wolf again?”

“No, it’s minimal.”

“That’s code for black.”

He chuckled but he could still feel it, the nervous energy coming off you, how you still stared at the mask and played with it in your fingers.

“I’ve got another part if you want to go a little more incognito?”

“What is it?”

Rummaging in his bag, he pulls out a pink hairpiece and hands it to you. You unfurl it, giving it a shake to reveal it’s full volume and colour. When the wig hit the light it turned a shade of rose gold and fell in lose curls.

“That’s cute,” Benny nods his head to the wig. “It’ll go great with your outfit.”

Santiago hums, “What’s the outfit?”

You dropped the wig to your lap, the temperature rising in your cheeks, “It’s a secret.”

His breath teases your neck, you know he’s searching your face with dark eyes, the corner of his lips curled. You kept your eyes in front and realised what Benny was holding.

“Look Santi, champagne.”

You snatch a glass from the other man.

“Well, it’s not quite champagne but it’s pretty good,” Benny clicks your glass.

After a few hours, you’re hidden away in the office, tucking your hair into the net to put on the wig. There’s a knock at the door and you invite them in, Santiago slipping through the gap before closing it behind him. You keep your eyes in the mirror, fitting the wig snuggly onto your head, running your fingers through to make it fall naturally.

“Suits you,” he says, walking over to your mask.

“Would you mind helping me?”

He lifts it out of the box and holds it up as you push your face into it. You push on the leather to keep it steady as he loops round the back to fasten the buckle. When he’s finished, he turns you round to gaze upon yourself in the mirror.

“Thank you,” you glance at his reflection, smiling.

“You know I asked what you were wearing? I had another idea.”

You straighten up and face him, “You’re full of surprises today, aren’t you?”

“Hear me out.”

You did hear him out and admittedly, it was a pretty fun idea.

“Right let’s do this!”

Benny was giddy with excitement, slamming the door heavily as he entered, seeing you and Santi ready on the bed. You still had your robe on, Santiago was stripped down to his briefs but the two of you seemed unusually calm.

“On the bed, Miller.”

Santiago ordered and like he always does, Benny obliged.

“What’s going on? We didn’t plan this.”

“No, you didn’t,” you ran a single finger down his chest playfully. “We thought we’d make you the centre of attention first.”

“This is for your subscribers,” Santiago added.

Benny jutted his chin, “Alright, I’ll play but then we get back on track.”

“Agreed,” you and Santiago say in unison.

The smile widens on Benny’s lips as he shuffles up the bed, staying on his knees. You glance to Santiago and take a couple of steps back, he watches you and motions you to stop.

“You hit record yet?”

Benny lifted his hand and pressed the tiny remote, the two cameras set up springing into life as he tossed the remote.

“So, what have you got for us, Bunny?”

With the way the pair of them stare at you, you’re grateful the mask covers up how you blush. Taking a breath, your hands take hold of the belt and slowly undo the knot. Your fingers skim the inside of the collar before you hook it over your shoulders, rolling it of smoothly. It lands, lost to the hundred balloons on the floor.

You’re wearing the bra, suspender belt and stockings he bought but the underwear was missing, he was going to enquire when Santiago spoke.

“Wait till you see the back.”

Benny beckons you both over, “Come here you two.”

Santiago offered you his hand and you took it before climbing onto the bed. Benny tucks an arm around your waist and drags you to him. You place a hand on his chest and tip your head, kissing him on the lips. His hand skims your hips before grabbing your one ass cheek where something tickles his arm.

Pulling his lips away, he glances over your shoulder and sees a fluffy fake cotton tail.

He chuckles, tugging gently at the plug, “What a naughty little bunny you are.”

You giggle, working your hand up his neck and forcing his mouth back to yours. He pushes his tongue passed your lips, twisting and dancing with your own. He slips his tongue out, replacing with his teeth which he sinks into your bottom lip, tugging.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Santiago come close and move your attention to Benny’s neck. Santiago grabs Benny’s jaw and rotates his head to face him, kissing him squarely on the lips.

You continue down his body, kissing his chest and licking his nipple. He moans into the other man’s mouth, his hand moving between your shoulder blades. Benny’s other hand runs up Santiago’s spine before resting on his lower back.

Seeing the two of them was such a turn on, Benny was jutting his chin, trying to take over the dominance yet Santiago only pushed back harder. The warmth in your belly builds, your pussy clenching around nothing. You try to stay focused on Benny, kissing his skin and raising one hand to his shorts.

You stroke his thigh, fingers pushing up the fabric as your hand creeped to his crotch.

Santiago’s hand glides over the ripples of Benny’s abs, fingertips teasing just above the elastic waist. He was catching every one of his groans in his mouth, taking as much air from his lungs until Benny was dizzy.

Benny rips his lips from Santiago, shivering as you press firmly against his cock, feeling it grow under your touch.

“What are you guys doing to me?”

He looks down at you as you run circles with the tip of your nose on his skin.

Santiago scoffs, “We’re giving your subscribers a show, just like you wanted.”

“That is what you wanted, wasn’t it Benny?”

You look up at him, doe eyed, bottom lip visibly plumping. Santiago ruts his bulge against his friend’s hips and the other man’s body goes tense.

Benny bites his lip, “Fuuuck.”

“Hmm, thought so.”

You carry on massaging his length, his hardening cock stiffening, becoming visible through the fabric. Santiago continues to roll his hips, kissing Benny’s extended neck as he tries to catch his breath, steady his increasing heart rate.

Removing your hand, you bring your head towards Benny’s crotch, pushing your ass up so the camera can see you fully. You know your juices are beginning to flow, turning your pussy glossy under studio lights. Gripping on side of his shorts and then the other, you yank them down in one swift motion.

His cock slaps against your cheek.

You drag your face over his navel, pushing your body back so you can wrap your lips around on of his weighted balls. You swirl your tongue around, taking it in your mouth and sucking. Benny sighs loudly before he’s smothered by Santiago’s kiss.

Santiago’s palm rests on the tip of Benny’s cock and gradually begins to circle, smearing his precum over his hand. You release his ball with a pop, licking your lips before paying attention to the other. Wrapping his hand around Benny’s length, Santiago started to pump.

The noise Benny made bounced off the walls.

Dropping his ball from your mouth, you moved back to kissing his skin, working your way from the base of his cock to his chest.

“Bunny,” your name fell from his parted lips, “I want to see you kiss him.”

Santiago didn’t get a nickname, he was going to remain anonymous throughout this video.

You brought your head up in front of Benny’s and Santiago leaned into your lips. He kissed you quickly before he locked his lips to yours, still pumping his friend’s cock. Santiago ran his tongue over your lips, asking for entry to your mouth. You open it and allow him to roam before your tongue came to play.

Benny’s chest rumpled as he groaned.

“That’s it,” his hand comes to the back of your head, deepening the kiss for the pair of you. “Do you like how he tastes?"

You moan an answer into Santiago’s mouth.

“Do you want to feel his dick in your mouth?”

Of course, you moan again.

Santiago opens his eyes to look directly at Benny, his hand loosening from his cock. He removes himself from your lips and your eyelids flutter open.

Benny grabs you roughly by the waist and flips you over as he slides from the bed, his shorts falling off in the process. You squeak as your head lands under Santiago, who tilts his head with a smirk on his lips.

This is what they’d planned all along.

Santiago pulls down his briefs, his hard cock swinging freely as he shimmies out of them, tossing them aside.

Benny tugs you closer to him so your hips are off the edge of the bed and angles you better for the camera. You prop yourself up a little, gazing up wide eyes as Santiago approaches, his hand gently stroking his length.

Stepping aside, Benny watches as you open yourself wide for Santiago’s girth, your tongue pushing out and licking the precum from his tip. You take that top part in your mouth and he watches your throat bob as you suck. He knows your tongue is moving, swirling around the ridge, catching the nerve endings with your tastebuds.

Santiago sighs, gazing upon you with heavy lids, eyes so dark he can no longer see the colour. His fingertips graze your neck, inviting you to take him. You do as your told, relaxing your jaw to swallow his length.

“Good girl,” he groans.

Benny’s hand comes to your thigh, rubbing softly. You’re wet and glistening, your walls visibly pulsing as more juices are released. His fingers glide to your mound, pulling to display your clit to the audience before touching it with a single digit. You whimper, a shake in your legs as he presses a little harder.

Benny spreads his fingers and works them between your outer and inner lips, slicking up his skin as you feel the tingle spread around your hips. He watches as your head moves back and forth and plunges his fingers into your opening as you take in Santiago’s length.

Santiago’s head tilts backwards as the vibration from your moan causes his cock to twitch.

Bending his fingers, Benny notches at the soft spot in your walls before releasing it quickly as he starts to pump. You grunt, attempting to suck Santiago at the same pace he’s going, wriggling your hips as you chase your release.

Yet Santiago wants more.

He picks up his head and folds his upper body, resting his hands to the mattress. Inching forward, he drops his hips so his cock sinks deeper into your throat. You lower yourself down and loosen your muscles for him to take you with ease. He rolls gently at first, his radiating tip slipping down your throat.

Benny shakes his head as Santiago smirks at him, two can play this game.

Coming to his knees in between your thighs, Benny sinks to his knees and kisses around your pussy before sinking his tongue in.

If you could, you’d be screaming their names.

Santiago snaps his hips, picking up momentum whilst Benny licks and laps up your arousal as his tongue flicks around your inner walls. Your fingernails clawed at the covers, bunching them into your hands as you tried to stop your legs clamping around Benny’s head. Your eyes were watering, muscles vibrating as the spark from your belly travelled up your spine.

Then suddenly everything stopped.

Benny pulled away from you, his mouth covered in your juices as he caught his breath and Santiago dragged his cock out of your throat.

You were annoyed, you were so close but they knew that.

“You think she’s ready for us?”

Lifting your head up, you saw how Benny was smiling, a glint in his green eyes as he looked passed you to the man above you. Santiago leaned back onto his heels, his palms running up his legs.

“More than ready.”

You didn’t have time to process what they were discussing when Santiago hooked under your armpits. You yelp as he hauls you up and Benny bounds onto the bed, crowding you into place. Santiago loosens his grip, undoing the clasp of your bra and you allow him to slip the straps from your shoulders and throw it.

Your chest is arched towards Benny, who’s hands instinctively grab at your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples. You don’t protest, happily accepting your fate as he engulfs your nipples in his mouth and sucks.

Santiago’s hot breath on your skin as he comes to the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you as he comes flush against your back. His hand slips between you and wraps around his length as he repositions his hips underneath you. You cry as he guides his tip through your folds, into your opening. He strokes your side where the camera can’t see before pushing himself in and your head falls back to his shoulder.

Your chest is beginning to rise and fall quickly as if already predicting what’s about to happen.

Benny releases your nipple with an audible pop and shuffles closer, pining your frame between them. He slides his hand up your chest and coils it around your neck, your head heavy as you lift it to face him. 

His expression is soft, his touch gentle as his eyes roam your features. You blink at him, lips parted.

Santiago’s hand on your side grips tighter, he can feel your pulse under his lips speeding up as Benny takes hold of his cock, head dropping. He presses it to Santiago’s and brings the tip to your opening.

You’re already so full, you don’t know if you can take another.

He pushes and squeezes his way in, your pussy stretching to make room and your hand snaps to his wrist. Your face has scrunched, eyes shut tight as you try to steady your breathing. They allow you to become accustom to the sensation, the feeling of two heavy cocks and a toy inside you.

“Relax, Bunny, we’ll take care of you.”

Benny’s tone is tender, his other hand brushing your cheek.

You knew the safety words, you hadn’t used them yet but they were expecting it. You continue to breath, shift your weight a little before you open your eyes, you pinch your fingers three times on Benny’s wrist. Your hand relaxes and you move it to rest on Santiago’s.

Benny drops his hand back to your hip and starts to push further. He’s halfway in when you whimper, head falling onto Santiago’s shoulder and he shushes you before whispering in your ear.

“You’re doing fucking amazing, honey. Just a little more. It’s going to feel amazing soon, I promise, you’ll love it.”

There’s a final stretch and your nails bury into their hands then Benny stops. He brings his lips to your neck and you lift it up drunkenly. When your eyes meet, you crash your lips to his and kiss him ravenously. Your inner walls clench around the two of them and you hear Santiago behind you, louder so the microphones pick up his voice.

“That’s our good girl.”

You remove your lips from Benny and turn to Santiago, taking his mouth in a similar way.

The boys share a quick look before Santiago pulls his hips back. The initial drag feels too much but as he comes back in and Benny’s cock leaves, it’s replaced with something more satisfying and your arousal returns.

Your juices coat their cocks, making it easier for them to glide in and out.

Their movements are tentative at first before the fear of hurting you evaporates and the pleasured sounds begin to escape them. Your once stiffened muscles slacken and the breath you held turns into a honeyed moan, joining theirs harmoniously.

“You feel so fucking good,” Benny’s words are almost slurred.

The sweat is clinging to all of your skin, blending together to the musk of your feverish bodies. All of your senses overwhelmed from the way they hold you, their noises flooding your ears, each stroke hitting places you’ve never felt before. Your head is beginning to spin and it falls to Benny’s chest.

You cry as they pick up speed.

There was a knot tightening in your belly, each of them holding each end and pulling. The warmth of desire you felt was spreading everywhere from the ends of your toes to your fingertips, prickling with the heat.

You gasp as you come up for air.

“I don—“ Your tongue is going numb. “I don’t think I can… last much longer.”

Benny grabbed the back of your head, focusing on your face, your eyes glossing over. In your vision, little white spots were appearing though you could see his smile burying into his pink cheeks.

“We’re almost there, stay with us.”

You nod feebly, Santiago’s lips coming to your shoulder, licking the sweet from your skin causing you to shiver. Your inner walls clench and both men’s hips stutter, their cocks jerking against each other.

“Fuck,” Santiago chokes.

There’s the briefest pause before Benny makes the first move.

He rocks his hips sharply, filling you to the hilt and pulling back out, his pace almost frantic. Santiago returns in a similar manner and all you can do is take it, screaming both of their names into the air.

They both grunt and growl as your limbs quiver uncontrollably, your hands slipping as you try to hold onto them. You can hear Benny, his voice sounding distant as he tells you to hold on, that it won’t be much longer but it’s too late.

The knot in your belly snaps.

The sensation travels up your spine and locks every muscle, the final scream coming deep from your chest as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your inner walls seize around their cocks, Benny slipping out as you start to squirt.

“Shiiit,” he hisses as he cums down your leg, pumping himself until he’s milked dry.

Santiago holds himself within you, arms wrapped around your core as he finds his release, his creamy seed mixing with your juices. 

Your body still shook from the aftershocks yet your limbs had turned to jelly, Santiago holding your head up, your mind having turned to mush. Benny returned to you and delicately kissed from your stomach up to your chest, settling your breathing.

“You ok, Bunny?”

Opening your eyes, you’re met with the pair of them looking down at you.

“I’m fucking amazing.”

Santiago smiled wide, chest shuddering as he laughed, “Yes, you are.”

—

You woke up to the morning light streaming in through the window.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur, the three of you shot as much content as possible and at the end, Santiago and Benny cleaned you up and tucked you into bed. You’re not even sure when you fell asleep or what time it was.

There were their voices somewhere far away, music muffled behind the closed door. You couldn’t bring yourself to move from the cocoon you were in, muscles aching and eyes bleary.

Their conversation stopped and you heard movement coming from outside, the handle dropping as one of them slipped in. Balloons shifted as they pushed their way through to the bed, a coffee cup dropping softly to the bedside table. The bed rocks as a weight sits on the edge and a hand comes to your back, rubbing up and down.

You roll slowly onto your back, “Morning.”

“Morning,” he looked you deeply in the eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you give a fleeting wince as you sit up, “just a little sore.”

He smiles, they did go pretty hard on you. His hand moves to the thigh opposite, stroking before resting the other side so he leans over you.

“I brought you a coffee before Benny sets of the fire alarm.”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“I said I’d go out and get us something but he’s insistent at making you breakfast in bed.”

You giggle, “He does make some mean pancakes.”

He hums, “Bagels sounded better.”

There’s a place not to far from here that he always vacates, he could never find anywhere that did them as good when he was out of the US, now he was making up for lost time.

“Would you mind helping me get dressed?”

“As long as you go straight back to bed.”

You agreed, you wanted to be somewhat comfier, the chill bringing goosebumps to your skin when you left the security of the covers. Santiago rifled through Benny’s draws to find some of your clothes and one of Benny’s sweaters. Getting on the tops was fine, it was the bottoms where you needed someone to hold onto, your legs still wobbling from last night.

Santiago guided each foot through the holes and pulled the fabric up your legs as you perched off the bed. You stood up and he worked the sweatpants over your hips to your waist, jokingly slapping your ass. Smiling, you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Thank you, Santi.”

“You’re welcome.”

He hugged you, a hand coming to the back of your head and brought it to his shoulder, fingers tangling in your hair. You breath him in, his aftershave clinging to the nape of his neck and your eyes flutter shut.

The pair of you stand there for a moment.

“Love you, honey.”

Your stomach is filling with butterflies as you squeeze him tighter, burying your face deeper into his neck.

“Love you too.”

You flinch when the fire alarm rings through the house.

“For fuck’s sake, I am going to kill him where he stands for that timing,” Santiago utters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

[the-winter-spider]

The View Between Villages: Part Two

Word Count: 3.6k

Pairings: Bucky x reader, TASM! x reader

Masterlist

Part One

—-

The Accords - 2016

“You can’t honestly be thinking of signing this, Y/N?” Steve’s voice was sharp, frustration lacing every word as he paced back and forth, holding up the Sokovia Accords like it was a death sentence.

You sighed, leaning against the table, arms crossed. “What’s so bad about wanting to keep this”—you gestured to the room full of Avengers—“together? We’ve always fought together, Steve. If we’re going to keep fighting, I think the best way is to stay united, and we can figure a way out.”

“One hand on the wheel,” Natasha chimed in, nodding in agreement. Her smile was faint but supportive.

Steve ignored her, his focus solely on you. “Y/N, if we sign these, we’re signing ourselves over to people like Hydra—the ones that took Bucky.”

Your eyes narrowed, anger flaring up at the mention of his name. “How dare you bring Bucky into this?” You pointed at Steve, your voice trembling with restrained fury. “This has nothing to do with him!”

Steve dropped the Accords on the table with a thud. “This has everything to do with him. He wouldn’t want you to sign this, Y/N! I don’t want you to sign this. We’re all we have left!” His tone softened as he saw you flinch, his eyes pleading now. “Which is why we’ve got to stay together.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but Tony’s voice cut in, dripping with sarcasm. “Give me a break, Cap.” He set his drink down, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “If Y/N wants to sign, let her sign.” He walked over to you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “At least one of you old timers seems to have a solid head on your shoulders.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, the tension in the room thickening by the second. “Governments are run by people with agendas, and agendas change. You know that, Y/N. Today, they might be our allies, but what about tomorrow?”

You looked between the two men who meant the most to you, torn between the idealism Steve had always represented and the pragmatism Tony was pushing for. “I get that, Steve. I do. But we can’t just ignore what happened in Sokovia. We can’t keep going like we’re above the law.”

“And we can’t chain ourselves to a system that might turn on us the second we disagree,” Steve countered, his voice edged with desperation. “Y/N, think about it—think about how many times we’ve had to go against orders because we knew it was the right thing to do. This isn’t just about us, it’s about the people we’re protecting.”

“Protecting them doesn’t mean running rogue whenever it suits us,” you shot back, frustration mounting. “If we don’t have some kind of oversight, how are we any different from the threats we’re supposed to be stopping?”

Tony nodded approvingly, but Steve looked at you like you’d just struck him. “So, you’re just going to sign away our freedom? This isn’t what he would want for you. ”

“Don’t you dare make this about Bucky!” The words burst out before you could stop them, raw and full of the pain you’d been holding back for so long. “This isn’t about him, Steve. It’s about all of us, about making sure we don’t lose anyone else.”

Steve’s face softened, his blue eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and something that looked almost like betrayal. “I thought you, of all people, would understand what’s at stake.”

“I do,” you whispered, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you. “But I can’t keep fighting if it means we become the very thing we’re trying to stop.”

The room was silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. You could feel Tony’s hand on your shoulder, a silent reminder that you weren’t alone in this. But as you looked at Steve, the man who had been your rock for so many years, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you was fracturing—something that might never be whole again.

Steve shook his head slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re making a mistake.”

“Maybe,” you replied, your voice just as soft. “But it’s mine to make.”

Steve didn’t say another word as he turned and walked out of the room, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing like a finality that settled deep in your bones.

You stood there, staring at the door long after he was gone, wondering if there would ever be a way to mend what had just been broken.

But for now, all you could do was try to hold onto what little you had left. And hope that somehow, some way, you hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of your life.

—

Present

“Are you sure this is it? It’s like in the middle of nowhere,” the cab driver said, his voice tinged with doubt as he peered into the darkness ahead.

You nodded, already pulling cash out of your pocket. “Yeah, this is it.”

“I can take you further if you want,” he offered, though his tone suggested he’d rather not.

Handing him a $100 bill, you shook your head. “It’s fine. Thanks.”

“Superheroes,” he muttered under his breath, the word heavy with something between admiration and exasperation, before he drove off, the tail lights disappearing into the night.

You stood there, watching as the lights faded, leaving you in near-total darkness. The gravel road crunched under your shoes as you started walking forward, each step echoing the isolation that had become your constant companion.

Nature had always been your refuge, long before you discovered what you were capable of. Out here, there was no judgment, just the quiet hum of the world breathing around you. It was where you could escape, where you could pretend—if only for a moment—that the weight of your past wasn’t dragging you down.

Your grandmother used to tell you that you were destined for great things, that the sun would shine upon you one day, no matter how dark things got. But now, as you trudged through the woods, all you could see were clouds. No sunlight, just memories, endlessly replaying, taunting you with what could have been.

The Accords. That was where it all started to unravel. If you hadn’t signed them, maybe things would have been different. Maybe Bucky wouldn’t have pulled away, maybe Steve wouldn’t have left, maybe you wouldn’t feel so crushingly alone.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to ward off the chill creeping into your bones. Why were you so anxious? It was just Peter—sweet, young Peter Parker. But it had been nearly a year since you’d last seen him, since Tony’s funeral, and you hadn’t reached out once. You’d let him face everything alone, just like you were doing.

Tony had asked so little of you in his final letter. Just one thing, really: to watch over Peter. He’d handed over the reins, entrusted you with something precious, and you’d failed him. But here you were now, finally on your way to help. Surely that had to count for something, right?

Except… Tony hadn’t known that Steve would leave, or that Bucky would take half of you with him, leaving the rest of you abandoned on the side of the road like some kind of excess baggage.

Your thoughts were loud, spiraling in your mind like a storm, but nothing was louder than the rustling you suddenly heard from the bushes.

You froze, senses sharp. “Who’s there?” You lifted your hand, letting it illuminate the darkness with a soft, eerie glow. “I’m not going to ask again.”

With your other hand, you willed the trees to sway to the left, revealing a pair of glowing eyes staring back at you. “Is that a threat?” a low, menacing voice growled just before a massive lizard-like creature charged at you. Its claw sliced across your side before you had time to fully react.

“What the—” you screamed, instinctively using the air around you to whip into a vortex, lifting the creature off the ground and hurling it far away. You could hear its furious roars fading into the distance as the wind carried it away.

You collapsed onto the ground, clutching your bleeding side, gasping for breath. Staring up at the stars, you muttered to yourself, “Was that my punishment for not checking up on Pete?”

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, making the bushes to your right sway, revealing a faint light in the distance.

The safe house.

You grunted as you pushed yourself up, every movement sending waves of pain through your side. “Definitely my punishment,” you mumbled, limping toward the house, hoping that whatever was waiting for you inside wasn’t going to be worse than what you’d just encountered.

But knowing your luck, you weren’t holding your breath.

—

The Peters

“We could ask for more help.”

“We have three Spider-Mans. What more help could we use?”

Ned shrugged. “Other Avengers. There are still some left with cool powers.”

Peter 2 and Peter 3 exchanged confused looks. “Avengers?” Peter 2 asked.

Peter 1’s eyes widened in shock. “Neither of you have the Avengers?” He pointed between them. “Thor? Captain America? Iron Man?”

Peter 3 shook his head. “Are they a band? Those are some awesome names.”

Peter shook his head vigorously. “No, they’re Earth’s mightiest heroes! I can’t believe you don’t have them.”

The older Peter stepped forward. “Will they help us? The more the merrier.”

Ned cleared his throat. “Well, lots of them are, uh, dead after Thanos, or off-world, retired, or gone rogue,” he paused. “But I know there are three for sure who could help!”

The youngest Peter frowned. “H-how do you know that?”

Ned shrugged. “I accidentally tapped into one of your phone calls with Happy.”

“We’ll deal with that later, but I could ask Y/n. I don’t know if she’ll answer, though. She’s been distant since Mr. Stark—”

“Drama in the superhero world?” Ned asked eagerly, crossing his arms.

“What about the other two?” Peter 3 asked, ignoring Ned.

“I’m not, um, close with them. I kicked their asses one time in a fight, and well, I just don’t think that would go over very well.”

Peter reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone and staring at your number. He hesitated, unsure if he should bring you into this mess—a mess that wouldn’t have happened if he had come to you first.

“Hey, Pete, you don’t have to do this,” MJ said, placing her hand on his.

He gave her a soft smile. “Yeah, I do.” He pressed your number, and after a few rings, you answered. “Y/n, I-I need your help. I—” He got up and left the room.

“So, Avengers,” the older Peter tried to ease the silence.

“Yeah, what kind of powers does Y/n have? Is she super strong, fast, or is she magic too?” Peter 3 asked excitedly.

“Oh, she has the coolest powers!” Ned said, eyes wide with excitement. “She controls everything.”

“Everything?” Peters said in unison.

“Yeah, like the elements. She can manipulate everything that has matter, I think. Honestly, I’m not really sure—that’s just what I’ve seen online,” Ned shrugged casually.

“That’s impressive,” the eldest Peter said in awe.

“How does one get powers like that? Did she get knocked over by the wind or something?” Peter 3 quipped.

“Uh, no. It’s actually super sad and complicated. They have her story in the Smithsonian. Peter knows it better than me. He wouldn’t stop bugging her for months about it. I think she was chosen by the Earth or nature—like the Earth incubated her in the ‘40s after Captain America died, then she just showed up out of nowhere—”

Peter re-entered the room, cutting Ned off. He kept his phone in his hand, eyes lingering on it. He knew all eyes were on him, waiting for an answer. “She’s on her way.”

“That’s great! I’ve always wanted to meet her. She’s like my third favourite Avenger. Well, I guess she’s first now—”

“Ned,” MJ cut him off, glaring at him.

“Oh, sorry, dude.”

Peter 1 waved it off. “Just don’t bring up the Avengers, okay? Especially Captain America and Sergeant Barnes. Please.” He glanced around, receiving nods from everyone, even though two of them didn’t know who those names referred to. He knew Steve leaving was hard on you, something Happy had told him about why you needed space. But he had also read online that the Falcon and Winter Soldier were doing missions together without you. So, he knew something more was going on.

He sighed, rubbing his face, hoping that with your help, some of the weight on his shoulders would lift.

“You know you can talk to us, right? I mean, at the end of all this, we won’t even be here in this universe anymore, and we don’t even know any of these people, so we’re not biased towards anyone,” Peter 3 offered a kind smile.

Peter considered it before speaking. “It’s just… there’s no one left. Before, it was so amazing—the Avengers were such a good team. I mean, from my experience, and I was only close with Mr. Stark and Y/n, but from the stories they told me, it was just the best. And now, it’s all gone. Everyone’s, well, gone.” He paused, sitting down on the couch next to MJ. “There’s only a handful of us left, and we’re divided again. Not that we were even a team to start with. I feel this weight on my shoulders, like I have these huge shoes to fill. I know everyone has their own things to deal with, and Y/n has a lot going on, but I should have called her sooner. It’s just a mess. Everything is a mess.” He looked up at everyone. “I have to fix it.”

Before anyone could respond, there was a knock at the door. Peter jumped up, heading for the door. “That must be her.”

“That was fast,” Peter 3 said, looking at the others.

“They’re called superheroes for a reason,” Ned laughed.

Peter took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing you, clutching your side. “Hi, Pete,” you said, offering a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

His gaze fell to your side. “W-what happened? You’re bleeding.” He quickly ushered you inside.

“You weren’t kidding.” You let out a shaky laugh, scanning the room. As you entered, eight pairs of eyes were fixed on you.

“Are you okay?” An older gentleman in a suit stood up.

“Yeah, there’s just a giant lizard running around, and I wasn’t paying attention—distracted,” you gestured to your head. “It’s fine, really. I just need the first aid kit over there.” You pointed toward the bathroom.

The tallest Spider-Man ran to retrieve the kit. As you took your arm away from your side, you unzipped your jacket, revealing a white shirt stained red.

“Why weren’t you wearing your suit, Y/n?” Your Peter’s voice was slightly raised. “Mr. Stark said—”

“Do you wear yours everywhere you go?” You cut him off with a slight shove. “And I do have it.” You raised your arm, showing the bracelet on your left wrist. “I just didn’t have time to activate it because I was caught off guard by a giant lizard.” You took off your white top, revealing your black sports bra underneath. “Oh wow, he got me good.” Two large gashes, a few inches long, marred your side.

The middle Peter, who was frantically going through the kit, looked up. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been there,” he said, pointing at your wound. “It sucks. Can I—?”

You nodded as he began disinfecting the wound. “So this is quite a mess, huh?”

His eyes dropped to his feet. “I know. I’m so—”

You raised a hand to stop him. “Don’t apologize, Pete. People make mistakes. Things happen. It’s okay.” You took a shaky breath as he prepared to stitch you up.

“How can you say that? This is all my fault.”

“We all make mistakes, but we fix them or try our best to. That’s what matters.”

“Mr. Stark would have been so mad at me.”

“Yeah, he would have been.” Peter’s eyes suddenly shifted away. You reached out and grasped his hand. “But he made so many mistakes too, Pete. Please stop being so hard on yourself. Nobody’s perfect.”

“An Avenger should be, I need to do better.”

You smiled softly. “The Avengers were far from perfect. They were probably the most imperfect group of heroes ever.” Peter 3 finished bandaging your side and gave you a slight nod.

“Thank you,” you said, offering the best smile you could. Even Peter didn’t need to know you like your Peter did to see how it didn’t reach your eyes.

He felt flustered for the first time in a long time as your ocean eyes met his. He scratched the back of his head. “It’s not a problem, really. He is my villain and all.” His heart ached as you turned back to your Peter.

“So, are you going to fill me in? I have no idea what’s going on and why there are two other versions of you standing in a safe house I swore I’d never come back to.”

Peter’s mouth opened, looking around as he pointed at the ground. “This is the…?” He trailed off, knowing if his thoughts were true, he wouldn’t need to finish.

You nodded. Before you could respond, another voice piped up.

“Wait, you don’t know what’s going on? You haven’t seen the news, but you’re an Ave—”

“Ned,” Peter’s and MJ’s voices interjected.

Peter’s eyes returned to you, and you could see the sincerity in them. “It’s fine, Pete. Uh, no, I haven’t seen the news. I’ve been out of the loop for a while.” You could feel your heart rate rising as it began to rain outside. All eyes were on you as you swallowed the lump in your throat. Three people in this room could surely hear how your heart rate sped up, and one for sure knew the rain outside wasn’t a coincidence.

Peter seemed to be battling internally. He reached out and squeezed your hand before turning to his friends. “Can I, uh, talk to you two outside?”

“Us?” MJ pointed between herself and Ned.

Peter nodded and walked toward the front door.

“But it’s raining,” Ned protested.

Peter’s eyes returned to you. “Not for long.”

Reluctantly, MJ and Ned got up. You closed your eyes, feeling out of control of your powers. You had been better than this before, but were you really?

You couldn’t recall a good memory to calm yourself because they were all tainted.

As Peter opened the door to let MJ and Ned out, the rain began to ease. You were left alone with the two Peters, the room quiet except for the sound of the rain dripping outside.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

You could feel the tension in the room, like a tangible thing pressing down on you. The weight of it made your chest tight, and you struggled to keep your breathing steady. As you stood there, bleeding and barely holding it together, the reality of what you’d walked into began to sink in. You were out of the loop, out of sync with everything and everyone, and now you had to help save a world that wasn’t even yours.

Peter 3, the one who had patched you up, spoke first. “So, you’re an Avenger, huh? That’s… pretty cool. I mean, that’s so cool, Im use to being the only ‘superhero’ but seeing more in real life? Kind of surreal.”

You forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Yeah, it’s something, alright.” You glanced at Peter 2, who was observing you with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy. He had a presence that was calming, a kindness that reminded you of Steve.

Peter 2 nodded toward the door where your Peter had just left. “He looks up to you a lot, you know. I can tell he’s been through a lot recently. Losing people, especially people who mean the world to you, it changes you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to push down the rising emotions. “Yeah, it does.”

There was a pause, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Peter 3 shifted awkwardly, clearly wanting to ask something but unsure how to phrase it. “So, uh, what’s your story? How’d you end up here?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Long story short? I was in the wrong place at the right time—or maybe the right place at the wrong time. I don’t even know anymore. I was… chosen, I guess. By nature, by the Earth, to protect it. But it’s more complicated than that. A lot more complicated.”

Peter 2 frowned, concern etched on his face. “Chosen? Like… fate or something?”

“Something like that,” you muttered, suddenly feeling exposed. You weren’t used to talking about your powers, let alone your past. But something about these two, their genuine curiosity and the fact that they were literally from different universes, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could open up a little.

Peter 3 leaned forward, his eyes wide with fascination. “That’s… incredible. I mean, you can control the elements? That’s like, god-level power.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “It sounds cooler than it is. It’s a lot of responsibility. And sometimes, it’s more of a curse than a gift.”

Peter 2’s expression softened. “I get that. Having great power… it’s not always a blessing. It can be a burden.”

You nodded, appreciating his understanding. “Exactly.”

The three of you stood there, a quiet understanding passing between you. The world outside was on the brink of chaos, and the path ahead was anything but clear. But in that moment, you knew one thing for certain: you weren’t facing it alone.

And for now, that was enough.

[rynrising44]

Danbeau vs. Valcarol: There is no competition. They both mean the world to me.

At around 6am while on my Zoo med rotation, I was running treatments and ruminating about Carol Danvers, as I normally do. I started thinking about Carol and Valkyrie, and then Carol and Maria, and then Carol and her relationship with Monica. I was thinking about a few posts I've seen regarding Danbeau vs Valcarol with some discourse over which one is right, and which one is wrong, and I found myself asking the question, "Why do you write about Valcarol so much? Why does their possible relationship mean something to you, when Carol and Maria literally started raising a child together, before Carol left?" and then it kind of hit me.

Carol died.

I knew this. It's something that drives a lot of my works, but I really just let it soak in:

Carol Danvers- the hot-headed, stubborn woman who never thought twice about doing something she knew was right- died. The light speed engine killed her. The Kree stripped her of her memories, revived her for the sole purpose of weaponizing her powers for their racist genocide, and then shaped her into a murderer. In the end, she beat Yon-Rogg's ass, saved Earth, and re-united with her family, but her memories were still gone. She left, not truly realizing what Maria and Monica meant to her; and then- due to a variety of poor decisions and an overwhelming sense of guilt- she never came back. She never really remembered, either.

Monica grew up.

Maria moved on- became a hero in her own right with SWORD. Kicked ass as a mother and as director of a freaking intelligence agency.

Fast forward a few decades, and here you have an anxiety-ridden, effectively immortal, still half-amnesic Superhero with a shit-ton of guilt and a self-sacrificing complex. Maria is dead, and Carol refuses to reach out to Monica, for fear of roping her into all of Carol's mistakes. She's running from planet to planet in a chaotic pattern of, "I need to make up for Hala. I need to make things right," and self-isolating herself as a form of punishment.

Enter Brunnhilde, a woman who literally self-isolated for like a thousand years on a murder planet. A woman who knows loss, who is extremely long-lived, and who drank to shove away her past, because she couldn't handle the memories. She's got a shitty history as well, filled with regret and poor decisions.

While Carol has no memories, Brunnhilde has too many.

Carol latches onto the past, Brunnhilde tries to ignore it.

While Carol is a nervous wreck of, "I have to fix it. I have to do better," Brunnhilde was the, "Maybe if I ignore everything, it'll go away," variety, that has now turned into the, "I am responsible for literal warrior children and a country full of theme-park goers. Oh gods, what have I done?"

They're both utter messes in their own right. They're both foils of each other: soft and hard, dresses and suits, expression and repression, patterns and solids, past and present, and to me, they just... fit. Maybe it's a combination of my own trauma that draws me to them. Maybe it's because I love a good tragedy, I don't know, but the thing I'm trying to get at is this:

I love Maria and Carol for who Carol was. For that fireball of a woman who never second-guessed herself. The person before the Kree, and Hala, and space- whose biggest concerns were proving the Air Force wrong, changing diapers, and finding a babysitter for Monica on date nights. Bars and alcohol and baseball caps. First loves and long drives with the windows rolled down. Two women with an equal lifespan, who could live and die together like normal, beautiful humans.

And I love Carol and Valkyrie for who Carol has become. An immortal PTSD-ridden warrior. Someone who second-guesses everything. Whose concerns now involve about a hundred planets, Titans, gods, Accusers, etc. She's nostalgic for the 90s. She wears god-awful crocs and yells at her cat. She's in a fake-relationship with a random Prince because she "felt bad" and hooks herself up to fracking pods every night because she clings to the past like it's all she has. Valkyrie tethers her to real life... shows her that healing is possible and encourages her to open herself up to others again, even if it hurts.

To me, both pairings are beautiful. Both are valid. Both have their place in discussions, fanworks, and canon, and in everything I write, I aim to treat them with love, respect, and devotion.

Because these three women absolutely deserve it.

[meowmeowriley]

Changes: A Poll-Fic

Ch. 3 Tell Price

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

(Cheeky link to Ch. 4->) Ch. 4

Going in half cocked and desperate to get to Ghost had been one thing, but seeing things? His head wasn't on straight. He knew he needed to tell Price. He reached for his comms wearily, all the while under the watchful bloodshot eye of the centipede.

"Not great, Captain." Soap sighed. "Think I'm seeing things. Found a basement, a door with a fuck ton of locks, now I'm seeing symbols and shit when I blink." There was static for a minute more, before Price responded.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go in there. Soap, I'm pulling the plug, get outta there, Son. You need some time off." Fuckin' shite. He debated for a moment ripping out his earpiece and charging forward, but he knew he'd been playing fast and loose lately. He's no good to Ghost if he loses his mind and gets himself killed. "Gaz, locate the basement Soap found and go in. Sounds like the kind of place they'd keep someone like Ghost." At least Gaz was going to go look for him. Small mercies. The others care about Ghost too. He had to remind himself, though deeply he felt they didn't care quite as much. Couldn't, even. The twinge in his heart wasn't jealousy, definitely not. It was probably the lack of sleep and stims he'd been taking, finally catching up to him. Gaz was capable. He'd rescue Ghost. They'd be reunited. It didn't matter that his wouldn't be the first face Ghost saw after rescue, because he'd be waiting on transport. The way Soap had, on occasion accidentally fallen asleep rested against Ghost's bicep, it was about time he returned the favor of a good pillow and a safe presence keeping a watchful eye.

Eye. The centipede. Yeah that probably should be mentioned. The man and bug had been engaged in a staring contest as it slowly skittered around him until it was passed the doorway. It was now motioning with it's eye over it's... shoulder? Soap was no entomologist. What he was, was a man who understood when a big ass bug with a big ass eyeball wanted him to follow it down an unlit corridor underground.

"Erm Cap? I'm seeing them too." The fuck?

"Say again?" Price barked. He was getting antsy.

"Yellow symbols when you blink?" He'd not mentioned the color. "Shit's all over the place. Like some kinda fucked up disappearing ink. All over the documents I've been looking at, the monitors and screens. The walls and floor. Thought I was losin' it, Sir."

"I'm worried both of you have been exposed to some sort of hallucinogenic gas." Laswell stated. Soap would've rolled his eyes had he not still been holding the bug's gaze.

"There's more, Laswell." Gaz informed them. "Glass canisters. They seem to be filled with whatever was used to write the symbols. It's only there for a moment after I blink, then it's gone. Can't tell if it's a liquid or a gel. Or a gas, even. Can't bloody see it." It was very rare to hear Gaz lose his temper, but the man absolutely sounded frustrated now.

"You both had better be wearing gloves." Soap looked down at his hands, thankful for his gloves. Worn and tattered a bit from use, but still holding on. "I doubt I have to say this but do not let that stuff touch you under any circumstances.

"Yes ma'am."

"Captain UAV inbound, once it gets there I'm going to take over overwatch, I want you to mask up and go in there. If it's a gas I don't want you compromised." She commanded.

"Rog."

"You're bringing as many of our boys back as you can, safely. Understand?" She said the word safely slowly and pointedly. Clearly indicating that she'd leave Ghost behind if either she or Price deemed it too dangerous. Soap's blood was near boiling.

"Affirm. ETA on that UAV?" Fuck you too, Captain. Soap was getting agitated again.

"Six minutes, John." She informed. The static picked up again, and when her voice finally breached it,  she sounded distorted and off. "Soap? Gaz? Masks on. Keep pushing." That was unexpected. So he wasn't getting benched.

Determination set his nerves, any shakes he'd had before were gone. He'd been given the order to keep moving, and he'd be damned if he'd make her repeat herself. "Copy that, Watcher. I'm movin in. Don't know how well comms will hold up, looks like we're going deeper."

No response from Price or Laswell, but he hadn't waited for it anyhow. He pushed in, noting that the concrete of the hall he'd been in ended at the doorway. The floor, walls, and ceiling of the new hall, Tunnel perhaps? was some sort of stone. In the dark, and using his NVG's to see, he had no way of identifying what type, but it had veins of something running through it, leading him to wonder if it was marble or quartz. Odd enough to raise his suspicions, whatever it was.

"We? Who's with you?" Gaz's voice was the only thing to break the silence other than Soap's own footsteps, and that of the centipede, who had fallen in behind him, still keeping it's distance. It seemed to have learned a lesson in personal space after he'd thrown it from his hand.

"There's a creepy ass centipede following me." He grumbled, and noticed the bug momentarily halt when he'd said that, before speeding up to fall in again. He shook away the thought that it understood and had its feelings hurt, telling himself that it must not have liked that he spoke.

"You have one too? With a hand for a head?" A fucking WHAT?!

"No? Mine's got an eye." He stopped walking and looked at the creature. "Bout as big around as a stick a' dynamite, and as long as two." A totally normal unit of measurement. "How big is yours?" The thought of a tiny baby sized hand atop the head of this thing was somehow more unsettling than the eye.

"As big around as my arm, and slightly longer I'd wager."

"Steamin' Jesus."

"Yeah, think I'd give my Gran a run for her money with the shriek I let out when it grabbed my wrist." At least Soap had managed to keep his mouth shut when his own had grabbed him. "It did stop me from entering a room with a tripwire door. Went the long way around and found the wires on the other side." Both men were silent for a beat, before Gaz began trying to contact Laswell and Price, but got no response. "Damn. Guess we're on our own for a bit." He lamented. Gaz's job was to swipe any paperwork he found, download any and all data from any computers, and, if it were safe enough, collect samples of the rumored bio weapon. Soap assumed that the yellow shit was the weapon. What else could it be?

As he continued on, the hall quickly became a downward spiraling slope. He felt off kilter, like any moment the ground underneath him would pitch further downward and he'd go tumbling. Faintly, the further down he went, he could hear... giggling? Every single hair on Soaps body stood on end. There was a man giggling below him, and he quietly crept forward.

Heh.... eheh... ahhahahah....

"Gaz, be advised there's some lunatic giggling like a schoolgirl down here."

"Oh fuck that."

Hmmm... hhmhmhmhmmhuh... aheh...

"Engaging." He whispered, raised his gun, and stalked as quietly as he could. Down.

Heh... huuuhhmmm...

Down.

Hmmheh...

Down.

Ahuheh...

The stone walls were distorting the sound, he couldn't tell how far or close the other man was, it was driving him mad.

And then he heard it. His name.

Hmmm... hhmhmhmhmmhuh... aheh...

Johnnyyyyyyy....

Hehe... aaahah....

It floated to him, the giggling uninterrupted.

Finally, finally, he must have reached the bottom, as he'd found another door.

It seemed weak, the wood would easily give, he decided. He wasted no time in planting his boot upon it and sending it crashing inwards.

Chains were attached to the ceiling, the walls, the floor. Wrapped around a man. He stood  with his head down and knees bent, but when Soap entered the room he drew himself to his full height. Blindfolded and muzzled, he spoke. One word. Voice rough, either from overuse or disuse, and muffled from the plastic of the muzzle covering his lower face,he sighed out in relief. "Johnny." It was Ghost.

(Cheeky link to Ch. 4->) Ch. 4

[xlysaxo]

જ⁀➴ honestly I don’t know what exactly I wanted to write; something that came randomly in my mind. I don’t even know how many parts it would have…and if it can be considered as a fanfiction because I write it in bullet points so yeah enjoy and ignore the typos it’s late lol

THE VIPER

Part 1/?

A Captain John Price Fan-fiction, enemies to lovers where he was the captain of the task force and she a criminal who espionage and obtaining secret information. He hates her and just want her to atone for the crimes she committed. But Price couldn’t deny that something between them makes their correlation interesting

✧༺♡༻∞ ✧༺♡༻∞ ✧༺♡༻∞

♫ Coming Down by Dylan Brady ♫

❥ Price and his team drinking alcohol in the famous usual pub, intoxicated their blood while celebrate their latest victory. It was crowded as ever but that didn’t stop the crew of the task force to talk and laughed like they were the only one here

❥ While she needed information, meeting someone in the back alley. Walking to her target, body language confident and infatuated with the information she needs

❥ Walking by the bar, where Captain John Price sits while listening to Soaps blabbering, he smells the vanilla with a note of bergamot and orange and his body reacts to that knowing smell that he hated so much

❥ His body stiffens and immediately looks behind him, wanting to know the reason why his heart is in rage

❥ Price sees the silhouette of her body walking to the back door and without thinking he stands up, getting confused looks by his team

❥ “Everything’s alright, cap?” Gaz voice filled with confusion as he looks at his captain, whose face looks like he would explode any second. “Just going for fresh air” he says like he was in a trance. “Oh, then I come too” Laswell grabbed her jacket but John lifts his hand above her hand. And without any words he’s following the vengeful smell

❥ Fresh air hugs her shoulders as she watched the man walking to the other street side while she clenched the usb-stick in her hand. The thing that would change the nation, the continent, no even the world is now in her hand and finally she can use it. She wants it so much and now the perfect opportunity lays in her hand. She go to the door again, as it suddenly opens. Did she forget checking if anyone was behind her?

❥ But then she saw him. Broad shoulders, a beard that makes him look older than he is and the unforgettable look in his eyes when he saw her and that silly hat

❥ It feels like hours while they looked at each other, not even surprised even though they didn’t see each other for years. But that feeling was still there

❥ He stopped breathing for a second, not wanting to poison himself by her smell. Then he breath in, but it’s still there and he hating it, hating her. Price wanted to grab her hand, turning her to him and make sure that it’s her. But he didn’t move even an inch

❥ “Captain” she greets him while passing through him, into the pub again

❥ He knew it by the voice and how she pronounced the word, getting goosebumps every time

❥ It’s her. The viper

[leggerefiore]

cw: short, fluff, pla Ingo

pairing: Ingo/Reader

Ingo sighed as he laid his bounty in the basin of the small home. You were still out on a survey, as he had checked with your captain to be certain. His pack had made her cock a brow up, yet his explanation soothed whatever worries may have she held. Instead, he politely excused himself and headed to your home at once. There, he slipped off his shoes in the entryway and headed for the small front room, which brought him back to the present. His coat and cap were laid out while his heavy tunic was slipped off. The left him in just his undershirt and slacks.

You had clearly mentioned being sick of potato mochi as of late. He understood. Eating the same thing over and over again could grow boring, and variety truly was the spice of life. That was something he almost definitely recalled, even before meeting you. Something inside of him did not mind the soups and stews often served by the Pearl Clan, but having the same one so many days in a row had been truly maddening. Even if he understood it was due to the difficulty of agriculture in the icelands, he had needed a change. That was why a certain skill apparently came back to him so easily.

He began to wash off the foraged items he brought from his wanderings in the highlands. Irida had commented on his talents with cooking as it almost was as notable as his abilities with pokemon. A comment that he must have been a servant before he ended up here made him feel oddly flustered. That did not seem correct with his more recent memories, however.

Noodles that he had bought from Beni were placed to the side while water was set over your built-in stove to coke to a boil. A knife was taken from your set as he back to chop the ingredients. Ingredients were separated out by how they would be added to the pot. Mushrooms came first, hoping to make the broth that he deaired. A bit of seasonings for flavour that Beni had offered was dumped in, too, but he wondered if it would have the effect needed. When that seemed to have become mixed together in the boil, the noodles were added. Then, after they had become glossy and absorbed the broth, the vegetables previously gathered were also dumped in. The room smelled pleasantly. Ingo sat down and wiped his brow. Even he felt a bit hungry now.

By the time you had arrived home, the dish was ready. You gasped when you were greeted at the door by the Warden. He had leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips and help get you ready to relax. Sitting you down near the fire, he filled a bowl to serve you. The hot porcelain almost scorched your hands, but your stomach growled. Beginning to eat, you felt your taste buds alight with flavour. His cooking was wonderful, as it always had been. Your praise spoken to him only made him fluster and look away.

“I am happy to hear that, dearest,” Ingo spoke as you continued to eat, “Irida had said that I must have been a servant from my skills here alone.” You stopped eating mid-mouthful and blinked at him.

“I mean… Kind of? At least in the station,” you nodded, “Well, no, you were in charge there. I guess at home you were.” He had always loved to slip on an apron and surprise you with a meal back in Unova. Then, on his off days, he tended to go crazy over chores. The fact that it continued here in Hisui made you feel a lot better about this entire situation. He was still the same Ingo somewhere inside, after all.

“… I was your servant?” he tilted his head in a familiar manner.

“No, we were together. You just liked to do things constantly, so…” You sighed, “You weren't anyone's servant, no.”

His hand unexpectedly grasped yours as he grew closer. Those flustered cheeks of his haunted your mind. Lips were against your own for a moment before he pulled away.

“I don't think I would mind being your servant,” he mumbled out, “… Won't you let me serve you tonight?”

You were not about to deny such a simple request from the man.

[vourequat]

In my room.

Dottore x AFAB!Reader

WARNING: Filth smut, masturbation to the thought of someone, use of fleshlight (making it pink bcz I luv pink), Dottore is absolutely whipped for you, consumption of aphrodisiacs <3

A/N: I never written smut before so I am so sorry for how horrid this is, have I reread and revised this? Why would I? Did I pour my whole cunt into this? Probably but that’s not the point, now focus on baby girl Dottore <3

Dottore was doing his usual routine of checking his clones and seeing if they are doing what they were programmed to do as he looked down upon them from the office of his built for him to observe them, he so happened to be missing you, his beloved friend who he loved more than that but was just too risky to say to you his true feelings and desires so here he was in his office. The blinds from his large window was put down, he was sat in his chair, he was supposed to do some paperwork but his hands found its way to his belt and soon his cock was out that was leaking with his sweet liquid.

His pants filled the room as he kept fisting his cock, he then stopped. His free hand extended towards the drawer of his desk and took out a vial with weird glowing pink liquid, after carelessly taking off its cap he immediately downed the substance and he sat there waiting for the effect to kick in as he lightly stroked his cock to the thought of you bent down on his desk as he fucks your tight pussy from behind as if it was the very last thing he’d do in this world which he would be happy to. He also thought of how pretty you’d look on your knees, his cock just pumping cum onto your face and you’re just welcoming his tasty honey with tongue out letting him mark you up.

After a few minutes he began feeling hot, this was one of the vital signs that his experimental aphrodisiac was working. Then, in a hidden compartment in his office he approached it with cock just bouncing as he walked over it then he pulled out a pink flesh light. He was now furiously moving the flesh light up and down, his pants turning into pathetic whimpers as he thought of how good your pussy would feel but for now, this toy will do but he doesn’t know how long he would keep his desires in.

“O-oh f-fuck… Y/N” He whimpered, it was an adorable delivery but contains the most sinful intentions and meanings.

His hips thrusting into the air as his own hand just tortured his sensitive dick.

“Y/N… oh m-my ah~ fuck… I-I love your p-pussy~” He was so in lost in the pleasure that he was just becoming a babbling mess as the aphrodisiac reached its peak and as he as well with his second time ejaculating thick ropes of white silky liquid into the pink flesh light, the thought of it being your pussy and how he could get you pregnant if you just let him made him drool and made his stomach burst into beautiful butterflies.

His whines became moans, the moans became louder and louder as he neared his climax. His hips were pathetically thrusting to meet his hand’s advances of making him release another thick load into the pink flesh light that could have possibly been new or have been abused way too many times just because of you and your beautiful face that if you weren’t just so innocent to his feelings would have long been dirtied with Dottore’s thick cum.

And with a loud moan he came, he no longer felt the heat of the aphrodisiac so he was now sitting on his chair with his cock still inside pink flesh light as his cum just overflowed from the toy onto his bare lap and pants. He catches his breath as he relaxed himself from an intense session that started with one vial of aphrodisiac and leaving him cumming three times from the mere thoughts of you, he cleaned up his mess afterwards. Cleaning his bare lap and the flesh light, changing his pants, and putting up an act that he wasn’t just masturbating to the thought of his little crush. A knock was then heard outside his office, he headed towards it, breathing deeply and making sure he hides the aftermath of his little session.

Then he opened it to see— “Y/N?”