#he races the others all the time cause he thinks he's faster than their wheels

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Cassie and Elizabeth are roller blade gals, Michael is a skateboard dude, CC is a scooter kid, and Gregory and Cassidy both ride those small motorcycles made for kids

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China 2024 Sprint Race Analysis

I wasn't planning on doing a sprint analysis. However this sprint actually gave us a lot to talk about, and also finally gave an idea of what racing on this track will look like.

I have pretty strong thoughts on what happened between Carlos and Charles, that is at the end if you are less interested in the op ed reporting element.

Table of Contents

Sprint Start Max and Lewis DRS train: Perez Ferrari: Charles and Carlos - Ferrari Data/footage Analysis Fernando retirement Charles vs Carlos opinion Concluding Thoughts

Sprint Start

The only thing I want to note at the sprint start was Lewis' amazing start to take the lead almost immediately from Lando. Lando then lost grip going into turn 1 which cost him 6 places while he recovered the car. I think the reason he lost grip had more to do with the lack of traction on that turn(we saw many others have issues here) and Lewis taking the better line got the section with the best grip. His inability to defend against Lewis in that first turn cost him the track line and thus the grip and resulted in that big drop in the order. We saw Lewis lose grip in the same turn later in the race so I really think the margin of accuracy for grip on that corner is narrow.

Without the lost of placement so early Lando might have seen a better result, but that loss of grip was very costly.

If anyone knows how to defend a front row start it's Lewis, Lewis' skill really shone into that first turn.

Max and Lewis

Lewis had the lead of the sprint after overtaking Lando until the final corner of lap 9 when Max overtook him.

Max was lagging in the pack at the start of his race, part of the issue was with his battery power setting. Once he fixed that he was moving up the pack very quickly, it was only a matter of time before he was out front.

Max won the sprint with Lewis finishing P2.

Lewis' drive overall was the most impressive this sprint. The WB15 has had a lot of problems and he's been having issues finding the right balance in the car. It's the best result we've seen from this car all season and that is simply due to Lewis' skill on track. Great to see him near the top again. Hopefully this result will have informed a positive direction for Lewis and Merc as far as his car setup goes.

DRS train

The most interesting part of this sprint was the DRS train that went on for essentially 16 laps between Fernando, Carlos, Checo, and Charles.

I have my thoughts on Ferrari's part in this situation below, for now I want to point out that Checo had some really impressive driving here.

While Carlos and Fernando were battling, Checo slid past both of them on the inside of turn 9 on lap 16. This was probably the most impressive move the entire race, just a clean double pass on his part. Checo has been performing great in the RB20 but that was probably the best bit of driving we've seen from him so far this year. That was simply put some solid racing on his part.

Fernando also was not going to be able to battle two Ferraris and a Red Bull. All are faster cars than his own, but he did not give that position up easy to Carlos. He did concede to Checo though, which fair enough, I don't think that Aston could fight the RB20 as it stands.

Fernando unfortunately had to retire his car after a tyre puncture on lap 16.

Ferrari

Charles started P7 and finished P4, while Carlos started P4 and finished P5.

This is the first time this season we've seen what it will look like when Charles and Carlos race wheel to wheel, and it's not looking good(on Carlos' side)

I have more thoughts in the opinion section but having a teammate defend so aggressively against another teammate to the point of causing contact between the cars is unacceptable. Risking damaging both cars is not what any team wants or needs. And the footage makes it abundantly clear that Carlos was the one in the wrong and the cause of the contact.

Carlos had the center line going into 9 on lap 16. Fernando was on the inside but clearly behind. Charles took the outside for the overtake. Carlos then swerved more to the outside crowding Charles off the track. I want to be clear that Carlos had already given Fernando room, and then he moved to push Charles off. This contradicts his statement to the press that they were all fighting and it wasn't his intent. The driving tells a different story.

Charles overtook Carlos on lap 17 going into turn 1. Once he was clear of Carlos his faster pace became clear as he created an immediate gap that Carlos was not going to be able to close.

One thing we saw is that Charles' tyre management gives him the pace advantage over Carlos. If he is within range to overtake that is going to likely come up again in future races. Carlos was not even close at the end there. This overtake did give us a glimpse at what the real difference in pace between them means for the rest of the season.

After a few back and forth's between them Carlos should have conceded. It was clear Charles had the pace and it was just a matter of time before he'd overtake.

I want to point out that Carlos fighting Charles so much might have cost Ferrari a real chance to battle Checo. If he had let Charles pass Charles might have been able to stay within range of Checo and be within DRS. Because Carlos fought Checo was able to create a wide gap so by the time Charles did pass there wasn't a real chance to catch him. So this was not strategically optimal and it can be pinned 100% on Carlos' choices in that turn.

In fact you can see that Charles actually did have the pace necessary to stay closer to Checo. If he would have been able to pass is up in the air, but Carlos did cost Ferrari the chance to at least try to battle Checo for P3. If Charles had been able to get ahead of Checo he had the pace to keep him behind, or at least have a chance at doing so.

Also this serves to highlight that Charles' tyre management is on par with the RB20 or at least not far off, Carlos' tyre management is much further off the pace.

Charles finished P4 in the sprint with Carlos finishing P5.

Data and Footage Analysis

So the data is pretty clear on this. I wanted to show because it supports my argument later and it also demonstrates the difference in tyre management between the two drivers.

Charles' pace was better even in lap 16 when he was stuck behind Carlos. Once he is clear of Carlos after his pass on the first turn of lap 17 the real difference in pace between them becomes clear. Charles had more than a second on Carlos in all remaining laps. This is very likely due to his tyre management. The large difference here also highlights why Carlos should have let Charles pass because this pace difference is not something to fight over. Strategically Carlos should have let Charles pass smoothly, but Charles overtook anyway because his pace was not something Carlos could fight for long.

Note: DRS Charles got from Carlos at the beginning of lap 17 accounted for about 1 - 2 tenths of pace, the rest was all Charles increasing that gap himself.

Now I want to just look at the move from Sainz going into turn 9 on lap 16. He claimed he needed to give Fernando space. Charles said he was being too aggressive and forced him wide. Let's see who's version of events the actual footage supports.

Leading into the turn we can clearly see that Fernando is behind. Carlos has the inside line, Charles has the outside.

Here they are entering turn 9. There is clearly enough space on Carlos' inside for Fernando already. Charles clearly has the outside line.

Here you can see that Carlos has moved further outside. Now since he'd already given room to Fernando the only reason for this would be to fight Charles. And once again Fernando clearly behind. And I will say that some battling between teammates is acceptable. But what happened next did not fall into that category of acceptability.

Here is where Carlos continued to force Charles wide. Also where they got way too close and made some contact.

And here is the final result going into that turn. Carlos has forced Charles completely off the track, and he even has two wheels off the track. This was not about leaving space for Fernando. Does Fernando need the entire track? No. This was Carlos forcing a teammate who had better pace off the track because he could not actually fight his pace.

Either Carlos did this on purpose, which is unacceptable. Or he is telling the truth and didn't realize what he was doing, in which case he is admitting to extremely poor driving on his part.

Either version of events is not a good look for Carlos.

He was overtaken by Charles easily in the next lap. He just did not have the pace and should not have defended this aggressively against his own teammate.

Next I will be sharing my more opinionated thoughts on things relating to Ferrari.

Charles VS Carlos

I want to get into some of my thoughts on this whole battle we saw between Carlos and Charles because I think it was emblematic of the way thing shave been going at Ferrari and with their teammate dynamic on track.

This was unacceptable on Carlos' part. It's that simple.

I have listened to what both drivers have said about the overtake, and the battle we saw between them. I have looked at the footage from many different angles. And Carlos is in the wrong here. Not only that but I do not see how this kind of "racing" from him is going to be good for his career considering he still does not have a seat lined up for 2025.

The fact is Charles was faster. And that wasn't something Carlos was willing to accept.

And this level of battling a teammate, especially to the extent you cause contact and force that teammate off the track(to the extent that lap time had to be deleted) is not acceptable.

I will say that a little back and forth between teammates on track is fine. That wasn't what we saw. This was not only too much fighting of a teammate it was also poor sportsmanship(touching, and pushing off track)

Charles let Carlos pass because he was faster in Japan. Carlos does not do the same. It is this kind of thing coming from Carlos that is a prime example of why Ferrari did not re-new his contract.

Fighting to the point of causing contact between teammates is too far, you can see him move further to the outside even when it's clear he's given Alonso enough space. He was fighting Charles and caused contact. A driver who does not have the pace should not be fighting their teammate so extensively that they cause contact. They are on the same team, risking damage to both cars is again, unacceptable.

As seen above in the data Charles' pace at this point was significantly better than Carlos, he was really showing the difference between them in tyre management. If Carlos had the pace given he was in front after Perez passed then he would have had a larger gap to Charles and Charles would not have been able to catch him. Even fighting "dirty" he was unable to stop the inevitable.

When there is this great of a difference in pace between teammates, a pass is what should happen. Carlos would have been able to tell by the second time Charles caught him that Charles' pace was much better. That should have been his signal to move. He didn't.

Furthermore we hear on team radio exactly how frustrated Charles was over this. He wouldn't have been anywhere near as mad if this was a first time thing, it isn't, and again this display from Carlos is a reason that Ferrari are not keeping him.

I hope Ferrari make it clear that this is not the kind of thing that can be allowed to happen in the future. Risking damage to both cars is not something any team can afford, especially a top team when they are trying to seriously compete with Red Bull.

Charles did everything he should have done. He had the line, but was forced wide. He had the pace and was aggressively fought with.

Final Sprint Thoughts

This was actually one of the best sprints. Lots of action and we saw some really solid racing from a lot of top drivers.

I hadn't planned on doing regular sprint analysis, but if they are all packed like this I might have to. If enough noteworthy things happen in a sprint I'll do it again.

Thank you for reading and I'll be back with my China GP analysis soon!

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Driving

Chapter 2 of the Methodical Tim Rockford Fan Fic series

Master list

Chapter 1

This was never going to be a series at all, but Tim has always come high in my polls & so many of you loved the soft Thinking chapter that it made sense. I had never intended to do more than just that, but soft Tim makes my heart flutter I’m not going to lie. & it’s nice to write something soft & not as intense. So here we are with chapter 2

Synopsis: Your rota at the police station has changed so seeing Tim for anything is hard, but being on later night traffic duty comes with some surprises.

Word count:2600

Warnings: mainly fluff & soft & sweet, Teasing, pining, breaking the speed limit, possible police bribery, mentions of oral sex & wanting to do other things to peoples bodies, swearing. But yea this is still very soft & tame.

As always thank you all for the read it’s always appreciated. I have no idea when chapter 3 will be done. All feedback is welcome peoples.

Tim sits behind the wheel of the new unmarked Audi that the police have. He knows where to take this for a spin safely to test its breaks & that it can get up to the maximum speed. He’s had the vehicle a few days to use this but he’s not done it, but tonight he will & he’s worried he might get in trouble for it.

As much as Tim Rockford is now a detective, he does miss his days of car chases & stealth driving. Flying up & down the motorways catching the culprit. He doesn’t get to do that so much any more, but he’s always kept his licence up to date, just in case & he’s always allowed to take the new unmarked cars out for a spin, just to clear his mind. He has picked tonight for a reason. He turns on the ignition & revs up the engine. “I must be crazy” he says to himself, as he puts it in gear “I’ve got to get her attention again somehow though, I need to know if I did something wrong”. Tim pulls out of the garage at the station & drives off into the dark night.

*

Your coffee date with Tim had been nice & you did it once a week for about a month just getting to know each other. Just as friends you kept telling yourself. But then he was on assignment for a month, working a hard case & you were also put on a different rota to him. No more meetings looking at the back of his neck as his hand graced around it. Every time you’ve gone to his office, it’s been locked & he’s not in or he’s in the middle of explaining something really complex to someone. He has no locker either because he has an office. You never swapped phone number or followed each other on social media, so you just hope to bump into him again. You two had a good connection & you were just waiting for him to ask you out for dinner or give you a kiss, but since that last coffee you’ve not even said hi to each other. You’re too busy both being over thinkers, thinking you’ve blown it with each other.

“I tell you what…” Winslow says as the speed gun reads 65mph as you sit there waiting to catch the fly races who like to bomb up & down this road, it’s always a good place to get fines on a Thursday night “…should he ever ask you out, I bet he’s got a whole plan to do it, in fact knowing how methodical he is, he probably has already planned everything out including the wedding & christening of any future…”

“That’s enough Winslow” you sigh eating your biscuits “& besides we now have a different rota, I don’t even get to just tap him on the shoulder at the meeting now, he’s a lost cause” you’ve resigned yourself to finding romance else where. Those few special coffees with Tim now a treasured memory.

68mph & 62mph are the next two vehicles to fly past you both as you eat your biscuits, chatting about life. But the next vehicle you didn’t need the speed gun to check it out. It flew by the two of you & you’ve put on your blues & twos in a second & are chasing after the car. Your reactions faster than the speed gun that read 89mph.

“Woooo” Winslow was not ready, they should always be ready for your driving though. It’s impressive, that’s why you’re on traffic, no one on the force can drive like you. “I almost lost my coffee” they say as they put the number plate through the system & it comes up unknown.

“That’s impossible” you protest “we need to find out who’s in this car asap” you’ve caught up with it very quickly. There isn’t much traffic about & you do the triple flash to say pull onto the hard shoulder which the car does & you park behind it.

“You can talk to this one” Winslow says as they dust their biscuit crumbs off them “you haven’t spoken to one of these people in a while & I like watching you get all stressed about there stupid excuse, that’s the only reason you’ve not been promoted yea”

“Yada yada… anything else you want to say?” You sarcastically say back to them As you grab your hat & badge to go & talk to this irresponsible driver. You know you need to work on your people skills, it is holding you back but you knew if everyone saw your driving you’d be earning at least 6 grand more a year. But you like being on traffic & being behind the wheel. You don’t really want that taken away from you.

You check the stopped car, which looks relatively new. The tyres are in good condition & there’s no scratches on it at all. This isn’t your typical boy racer car, this thing is built to move. Whoever owns it must have felt lucky tonight, but is now about to feel unlucky. You’ve not noticed the driver is beaming inside the car as he sees you walk towards his window & do the double knock as he roles his window down.

“Licence’s & registration please?” You stick your hand in as the window glides down. You don’t like to look at their face until you’ve seen the documentation. You hand grips around stuff that is more than just a driving licence & you turn on the torch on top of your uniform to read what been handed to you when a voice pops up that makes you gasp & makes the driver happy.

“It’s a company car, it’s being registered as we speak”

“TIM!!!” You shout startled almost dropping his personal licences, his advanced licence & his police documents in the middle of the road. Your suddenly all a fluster. “What are you doing here & why are you racing up & down this road way above the speed limit? You know there’s a dedicated place to do this right?” You are trying to calm you excitement at seeing Tim for the first time in weeks but you’re also trying to work out what the hell is going on.

“Well I still get to test these new unmarked cars when we get them, it’s a privilege of my position…”he’s smiling like the Cheshire Cat looking at you being all flustered before you interrupt him.

“But you’re meant to test them 8miles the other way, what if someone finds out? Wait are you after someone?” You suddenly think about Tim’s case which was mentioned in meeting about how there’s been vehicles involved & you kneel down next to the open window, lean on it & face him, his lips just inches aways. Those puppy dog eyes looking so lost & longing.

“Yes I was…” Tim starts you see his eyes dance & dazzle, could they get anymore beautiful.”… but not anymore because I’ve found you” you gasp a little because of his words & his hand running around his neck.

“Me…me?” You seem startled & jolt back slightly “why what have I…”

“Shhhh it’s okay, this wasn’t my original way i though I’d ask you to dinner, but assignments & Rotas have kept us apart” his face is genuine “& I am so going to get in trouble with the chief for doing this” he chuckles desperately hoping you heard in your over thinking mind that he just asked you to dinner.

“Yes you are Tim, but you’re Detective Rockford, the golden boy on the force. You’ll get a slap on the wrist, that’s all.” Your brain hasn’t registered that Tim has asked you out. It’s just over thinking everything & trying to process that Tim is even here at all, while trying everything in its power, to stop you from making out with the man who’s often telling you how special you are in your dreams. You can now also see Winslow walking over to see why the suspect isn’t out of the car yet. Clearly Winslow is concerned with how this is going. Usually the person is out of the car right now explaining & you’ve not asked them to do a background check on the driver. So them being concerned is justified.

“Excuse me” you turn as Winslow walks towards the car. “Would you please get out of the car so we….” Winslow then sees your smile before you step back & Tim exits the vehicle.

“Evening Winslow”

“Ahhh that explains it, but why are you…”

“Reasons” you & Tim say at the same time & in tone, before giggling at each other. Both of you love your shy giggles, it makes your hearts flutter.

“I’ll just run this back through the system then, say it was an exercise” Winslow wants to give you all the space in the world to speak with Tim. They can see how happy you are in his presence, even if they joke how how much you long for the detective.

“I’d love to stay & chat Tim, but I am on the clock, traffic won’t police itself.” You say with a big sigh as he puts his documentation on the passenger seat.

“We do need to catch up, I have to say my day no longer starts right with out your little gasps in the meeting.” You blush & roll your shoulders slightly like a shy little school girl, looking into his big brown beautiful eyes, through your own fluttering lashes.

“Yes Tim but I’m not sure…”

“What are you doing Saturday night?” It’s abrupt his question. You’d hate to be someone he interrogated if that is how he gets to the point with you, someone he likes. Those murderers have no chance.

“I need to check my schedule but I think I’m free” you bashfully say.

“Let me have your phone, your actual phone I know you have it on you, you always do.” As you get it out of your pocket, you see that large hand run its way around his neck & your lips curl in anticipation of what those hands one day might do to you. You hand over the phone after unlocking it & Tim calls his own phone from it. “There, now you have my number & I have yours. Because I don’t want you to be a stranger again” he says before making eye contact handing back your phone. Your phone is large but it looks so small in Tim’s hands.

“I’d like to take you out to dinner, as an apology for the last month of not buying you coffee” Tim eventually says out loud, finally having the courage to act on his instincts as a man not just a detective.

“I’d like that Tim, I’d like that a lot” is your response as you both take an unintentional step forward being in the others personal space. His cologne which you inhale, now a scent which you will always associate with him. “I’m sorry I didn’t…”

“Shhhhhh” Tim’s thumb is pressed against your lips as he shh you & he sees all the anticipation building up inside your body, which would so easily be released with just a kiss on the lips, & longing embrace, holding each other to sooth the collective wanting you both have.

“Tim…” it’s barely audible

“I… I…I know baby” Tim moves his head down as his thumb leaves your lips. He’s looking at how plump they are ready to engulf his own for something so smooth & soft & will set out in both your minds a life you both dream of having with each other. It’s going to be a beautiful cherished kiss. A moment in years to come that when people ask you about how you got together, you will both fondly recount this night. Your eyes close in anticipation this is finally happening.

Tim is almost there, his lips puckered, his hand now lightly around the top of your neck, ready to take the plunge. The soft sensation of a kiss you both need & want, it’s no longer going to be a fantasy. But Winslow has other ideas. They turn on the blues & twos & lights loudly & say through their loud speaker to empty road “nothing to see here drivers, keep driving”. You collectively leave your trance & the embrace is broken as you both jumped before laughing & you give Winslow the finger.

“I’ll kill them” you joke.

“Well if you do make, sure I get the case, so I can interrogate you & see you more” Tim chuckles in his reply, his hand still hasn’t left your shoulder, but the moment for a kiss on the lips has now passed.

“You know what Tim, I think I might” You stand on your tip toes & kiss his cheek, you feel his beard prickle against your chin, before you go back into your feet flat on the ground & the two of you hold each other & hug in a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“I should probably go actually test this car, I’m technically wasting police time”Tim says, his large hand had been stroking your hair while the other held you close. He, like you are too him, is now addicted to you scent, Cherry blossoms will now always remind him of you.

“That you are Tim. But I will text you later once I’ve checked my schedule for the weekend” you say eventually letting go. You think of going in for the kiss goodbye but this little moment has been perfect. A kiss can wait for another day, you are sure there will be many more to have with your handsome detective.

“So I’m not gonna get a fine for speeding?” He raises as an eyebrow as he steps back to get into his car.

“I mean technically you asked a police officer out on a date, that’s almost bribery & much worse than a speeding ticket” you joke & shut the car door with him.

“Well it’s a good thing, I know this police office who can back me up, because she means the world to me” He takes your hand which is on the open widow & kisses each of your knuckles. You turn bright red & savour each touch between your hand & his lips, the goosebumps on your body going into overdrive, each hair standing to attention.

*

“So…” Winslow says as you get back into the car & do a few heavy breathes after Tim drives off.

“Shut up Winslow”

“What!?” they say as they put into the system that stop was a training exercise “I just need to know if I need an outfit for the wedding that’s all” you playfully slap them “what… oh come on, please don’t tell me that for all these months, that you’ve not once imagined Detective Rockford lapping your pussy on your wedding night”

“WINSLOW” you shout & put the speed camera back on & not face them as they laugh. You then after a few minutes trying to be moody & not smile at them, turn you head to face them & say “who says that it can’t be before the wedding night?” The smug look on both your faces as you sit there waiting for more racers to fly up the road, confirms that you want Tim, & you desperately need to feel his lips on every part of your body .

Chapter 3

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WIP Sunday

Had more inspiration come to me. So another snippet. Might post again in the morning.

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Crash

The actual crash in my fic that really turned everything upside down.

John struggled to remain calm as he raced toward the county line, driving much faster than he should, especially with the rain coming down as hard as it was this night. It was getting hard to see and his anxiety was only growing. His mind still reeling from seeing Joseph's hand around Esther's throat.

He still wasn't sure what had happened. Esther had been too upset to tell him much and frankly he didn't care. He looked over at Esther shivering next to him, reaching over to grab her hand. Not sure if it was from fear or the cold.

"Are you alright?"

He knew she wasn't but she would be soon. They all would. He finally saw the truth, that Joseph would never love him. Among the bags he'd packed was a briefcase full of evidence. Enough evidence to ensure Joseph spent the rest of his life in a padded cell. Carefully curated of course so Joseph would be the only one arrested. He wasn't stupid after all. And locked away was the only way he could guarantee Esther and the baby would be safe.

She was breathing heavily and squeezing his hand tightly.

"John we have to go back." She hissed through gritted teeth.

Even though her grip hurt he didn't let go. Bringing her hand to his lips to plant a soft kiss on her knuckles. Trying to reassure her.

"Don't worry. It's only a couple hours to Missoula. We'll be fine."

He grew worried as her expression grew more pained.

"No we have to...go to the...clinic. I think the baby's coming."

His eyes widened. "Okay...okay."

They were nearly to the other side of the bridge. He'd turn around on the other side. This changes his plans and he wasn't sure what they were going to do but right now he had to get her to a doctor.

Her breathing was getting harsher, and he was concerned that things seemed to be moving faster than they should. Worried that maybe something was wrong.

They got to the other side and he began to turn around. The river now on her side instead of his.

"We'll be there as soon as we can. Just hang on. You'll be fine." He gave her a tight smile.

"JOHN!"

She suddenly looked up, grabbing his arm. He saw light reflected in her eyes and turned to see headlights heading right for them. Then a loud crash, the world seemed to move in slow motion as they careened out of control and plunged into the cold waters of the river. He saw stars as he lurched forward his head slamming against the steering wheel with a deafening smack.

Esther shook his shoulder, he looked at her his vision blurry, a loud ringing echoing in his head. She was screaming at him, panicked but he couldn't make out what she was saying.

His lower extremities felt cold, he looked down and realized the car was quickly filling with water. Sinking to the bottom of the Henbane. He undid his seatbelt and tried to open the window. Esther was banging desperately on her window, tears streaming down her face. Screaming both in pain and terror.

He needed to think but the pounding in his head made it difficult, they were running out of time and if he didn't do something fast, they would both drown.

He looked up, remembering the sun roof. He reached up and forced it open, causing even more water to come rushing in. The car sinking even faster now. He grabbed Esther by the shoulders, she was sobbing loudly. He looked her in the eyes cupping her face.

"Take a deep breath"

She shook her head, "I can't...I"

The water was now chest high.

"Yes you can. Esther you have to."

She nodded taking a deep breath, and he helped her through the sunroof. The car was now fully submerged, he'd barely had time to take a shallow breath himself. He pulled himself out of the car and swam upward gasping as he broke the surface. He looked around frantically, the adrenaline pumping through veins making him forget his aching head. He saw her struggling, barely staying above the water. She was sinking as he swam over to her, grabbing her from behind, holding her chin up above the water with his left hand so she could breath.

"You're okay. I've got you."

Holding her like this he used his right arm to swim toward the shore. His strength began to leave him as he pulled them onto the riverbank.

He heard footsteps and voices as he collapsed to the ground. He thought he heard Esther screaming, he looked over to her but his vision was too blurry and everything suddenly took on a greenish haze. Though he couldn't wrap his swirling mind around why.

"I'm sorry"

The soft feminine voice apologizing was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.

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my tears ricochet | E. Stabler x O. Benson

Elliot Stabler x Olivia Benson ♡ 942 ♡ Ao3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

“We gather here, we line up Weepin' in a sunlit room, and If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day.”

Her brain feels like it’s on fire as she stands in front of him for the first time in 10 years. He’s here; he’s back. 

And his wife has just been the victim of a car bombing.

The silence is loud as they stare at each other. She wants to hug him, to hit him, to yell and cry and scream because it wasn't fair then, and it certainly isn't fair now, but she can't do anything but stand there and look at him.

“They tried to kill her.” He’s the first to break the silence, shifting his gaze to the ambulance behind her. “They tried to kill Kathy.

“Go,” Her voice finally obeys her. “I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

She can't keep her head on straight as she drives behind the ambulance. She hears Fin talking to her through her car speaker, but she's too out of it to register anything he's saying. He hangs up eventually, and she's alone in the too-loud silence again.

10 years. 10 fucking years. Where has he been all this time? New York? Somewhere else? Why is he only showing up now? The questions race through her mind faster than any of the traffic lights that flash by outside. What will happen now that he’s here? Is he staying? Is he leaving again? Can she handle him leaving again, now that she knows he's been here?

She eventually stops her car in the hospital parking lot and watches as they unload Kathy from the ambulance. They wheel her into the building, and Elliot stays with his wife, holding her hand and massaging her shoulder. It's the comfort Olivia wanted from him in 2013, and now she's watching him give it to someone else.

She doesn't enter the building. It feels like an invasion of Elliot and Kathy's privacy somehow, if she goes in. She's not close to them like that, not anymore.

She sees Kathy in her head. The Kathy from 15 years ago, flatlining in the back of an ambulance with a brace around her neck and a baby on her chest. She can still smell the blood.

"-iv. Liv?" The voice from behind her pulls her out of her thoughts, and she turns around to face her sergeant.

"You okay?" He says, too tentative and too careful. A stark contrast from how he'd been when he called her earlier that evening. 

She doesn't answer his question.

"I followed Elliot here. I barely talked to him. Kathy just went into surgery. How did this happen? Why?" She gestures vaguely toward the ambulance, tries not to let her voice reveal too much of how she's feeling about the situation.

Fin is quick to reassure her, and she's grateful for it. "Rollins is at the scene. A uni told her it was a rental car parked on the street. Kathy went to get in, and the bomb went off. Arson thinks it misfired and threw her clear." He speaks slowly, watches her for her reactions. 

Sometimes she thinks he knows her too well, and its times like this when she's proven to be correct.

"A rental car, what... where are they in from?"

"They've been living in Italy, Elliot had to come in for some type of a task force meeting, and he and Kathy decided to make it a trip,"

Italy. 4000 miles across the Ocean. 10 years.

"He just called me out of nowhere and told me he was coming," Fin continues. "I may have spoken about your award. I thought enough time had gone down between you two."

She ignores the guilt starting to claw at the inside at of her stomach, diverts the conversation. "Okay, a task force? Who's he working for?"

"NYPD. He's the international liaison in Rome. 

"Since when?" If he was still here in 2013, if he was here during Lewis then–

Fin knows what she's referring to. He doesn't answer solely because they're thinking the same thing. "Look, this is all I know. You're gonna have to ask him."

She turns around at the footsteps behind her, takes in the disheveled man walking towards them. He looks older than the last time she saw him, the bags under his eyes darker, his shoulders slouching, his hair shorter than she remembers. But his face is the same; the nose and the eyes, the way he walks.

He hugs Fin first, who tells him that he's there for him, and then turns to her.

"How's Kathy?" Is the only thing she can think to say.

"They're still working on her... burns, concussion, fractured pelvis," he sighs, puts his detectives mask on, and turns back to Fin. "What do we know?"

Fin gives him the rundown, and for a fraction of second Olivia feels like she back with the old squad talking about a case before reality comes back to her and there's a mountain of distance between her and her old partner.

"She shouldn't have even been driving... I got a call. I slipped away. I gave her the keys.... She was worried we were gonna be late for your award. I meant to give you a call–"

"–It's okay, Elliot, please." she stops him, and her voice sounds shaky. 

"Tell me she's gonna be okay." His eyes are filled with tears, and she has to be careful about her next words because if his tears fall then so will hers.

"Kathy's a fighter, you know that."

She stays outside when his kids arrive, tells them that she's there for them if they need anything, and stays outside as the family she's no longer a part of walks upstairs. 

[the-firebird69]

A tiny house property in Union County, Florida

What I know is I've been pushed around too and my husband and she's right people bother you here's is very nice it's still a mobile home but it's got real wooden frame and it's sturdy and it's got wood siding and strong it's like a hurricane level 6 really go up to 7 or 8 but you're up in the air and my husband says that you could take it in Florida to a tiny home area and they have them and they're not that far out and you put it on a foundation so she found it and she tried to get in they said her house is not the code and he said wow that's interesting and then he said ok well you're looking mobile home parks and it looks like they're on the slab and she said they're up to it well they put a foundation blocks in around the under the whole thing and they put wood on it and then you lower it onto a leveled surface and that keeps it from bouncing around and critters and she said okay I've seen that and she said the permitting is not required and people see that and it's like a hurricane 6 and she says 7 that's very good and you strap it down you just can't anchor it onto the concrete directly and she said ohh OK but you can strap it so it just doesn't it can't have a foundation so she says this is great so she said I guess your dry stack the CMU and he says I don't know if you have to dry stack here yeah probably but you could put like a dab on the inside of like mastic and it wouldn't it wouldn't hold it but it would keep them from moving all over the place and she liked that idea so they've done it before and they're gonna do it with this stuff hit the fan and it's really really harsh and people are being moved a lot faster than that. I like my husband's idea of getting a small home it's not tiny they're about 800 square feet which is 20 by 30 or 25 by 30 roughly one floor it's pretty big so you might have to go like 600 square feet which is 20 by 30 and that is actually large for us and most people who have two people could live in it and they say it's the next step and all that but it looks nice I need seen them it can't seem to find them. So this is an alternative you still cannot have a permanent foundation it has to be temporary and you can do my husband's idea you put these CM the block into the ground is the best way to do it putting something under it like stone it'll move around but you want to kind of level the bottom and then put the block in and the top should be level and it's not very hard and you lay them dry and you drive in over the hole it's kind of tricky because the wheels are right on the edge but it's wise to dig down if you don't want to do the whole thing it's fine but you only need it in like 6 or 7 points and you suggest a screw jacks underneath on prostituted platforms and it's pretty sturdy you can use those all around and be easier but it's not ideal you have a lot of money you can build places and you could have a house sitter computer system and we should probably make that seriously though in your areas

Hera

Zues

Olympus

People do see who it is now it's the empire and they're trying to kidnap our son they're only there's only one state between us he says and he's saying to Ken it's only one more day ken says this sucks it says I can't stop seeing it so Ken said it today and I said I said it again and that's what they're saying.

Thor Freya

amanpour she is a great newsperson one you morlock shoiuld emlulate. it i about hte story. she has helped you and others. She is your kind and race a little bit bigger but she is very very sharp and smart and our son and daughter like her she's for the cause. Knows it they like each other too we're having a hard time everybody and stuff to be poor here dirt poor and I'm doing things but really I don't think my ebike would make it to California get 100 miles forget the other batteries it's like 140 with nothing and I'm not even out of Florida yet so they are thinking about it.

Thor Freya Of course he's saying that this is our son and he's thinking of how am I gonna live somewhere and people are not helping. He is stuck here and he stranded

Olympus

[unluckyhoneybee]

Anger Management. (Daniel Ricciardo)

You are involved in the crash with Sainz and things take a turn between you and Daniel. Angst to fluff.

Notes: I'm not really good with angst but I did my best. REQUESTED.

Warning: a bunch of swearing. NOT EDITED. English is not my first language.

They said it would be difficult. And I should have listened. They told me to not get involved with another driver. Not a teammate, nor anyone from another team.

I was doing wonderful in Imola. Free practice, the sprint... everything had gone so smoothly good. So when the race started, you weren't expecting it to take that turn. It was the first lap. I didn't even have time to put some distance from the driver behind me. Carlos Sainz spun and pushed me to the gravel, getting me stuck in there. But as soon as I looked up from my wheel I saw the papaya car. Nº 3. He was involved too, but he drove away as soon as I could. I was furious. This was supposed to be my race, a podium. My first in this championship, my first podium with my new team. Because everyone told me I could do it. I had been faster than the other drivers various times during the weekend.

I felt my chest tight as I pressed the gas pedal and the car didn't move. Fuck. That was it. One lap. Nothing more.

I felt my chest tightening as I pressed the radio button.

"I'm stuck and I think there's damage." You said to the radio. "Positive, I'm sorry, YN. We have to retire"

I punched the wheel. I was angry, I was so angry. "Fuck!"

I jumped from the car and looked around. Carlos was there too, he looked at me for a second and walked away. But I followed him.

"Carlos! What the fuck was that?!" "Don't ask me, ask your boyfriend" I turned around even though I knew Daniel wouldn't be there.

"He caused this?" "He did"

I felt something on the pitch of my stomach. Anger? Pain? Deception? He knew how excited I was. "You will do it, I want you covered in champagne tomorrow." He said the night before.

I was truly feeling like shit. What could have been a glorious day, was now just a sour memory for the future.

"Are you okay?" "No, I want to go home. I want a flight to Monaco as soon as possible." "Won't you wait for Daniel?" My manager asked. "No, I'm leaving"

On the way to Monaco, they told me how Daniel had finished in the last place. It hurt. Of course, it did. We were not a couple as Carlos had said, but there was something between us. It started at one party at the end of the last season. Max had rented a huge yacht and we all, as his friends, were invited to celebrate his win. Daniel was looking so good then. He came to me and we talked for a bit, and somehow, we woke up tangled on each other the next morning. And things went on. Our friends told us how we shouldn't. They were all convinced that it would go wrong. We had to fight each other on races, things like this would happen. And maybe we should have listened to them

"Are you going to talk to him?" My manager said.

"Not now. I don't want to see him"

"YN... he..." "I don't want to see him. That's it. He can go and celebrate Lando's podium."

It hurt. It was me who was supposed to be there. I should be with my team celebrating. Not in the airport going home.

I had been at home for a couple of hours when I heard the door. I opened it without looking, but closed it when I saw who had knocked.

"Wait!" He had stopped me from close it.

"Leave."

"No" He pushed the door a bit and I let him open it.

"I don't want you here" I sighed.

"Why?"

I tried to take deep breaths. He looked tired. He looked drained. I hadn't seen his race, but I knew he had damage and the car wasn't working properly.

"You fucked everything up" I spat.

He gasped and closed the door behind him with force.

"You fucked my race. I could be on the podium. But no. Your little friend was."

"Listen, YN... I came here to apologize..."

"I don't need your apology, Daniel! Can't you see it? I had to retire! Your apology can´t fix that! It could have been a wonderful race for me but no, you left me stuck in the gravel. "

All the frustration and anger were coming out of the pores in my skin.

"I didn't do it on purpose, YN" He plead trying to come to me. I stepped back.

"You could have been more careful, fuck"

We were standing in front of each other.

"I could have been, yes! I made a stupid mistake..."

"A stupid mistake doesn't ruin not one but two fucking driver's races"

I clenched his jaw and passed his hand over his eyes. We had never fought. We were fuck buddies or something like that with confusing feelings in between. That's why it hurt so much, that's why I was so angry. Out of everyone in the grid it had been him. The one who made my skin tingle with a touch. The one who should care about me while racing as much as I cared about him.

"I finished last!"

"Good! You deserved that!" I said that without meaning it. He was a fantastic driver. But it was late now. I had slipped, that's what anger made me do.

"Don't you think I know?" He said with a tired voice.

There was something in my head telling me to shut up, to tell him to go home and talk about this in the morning. But no. My other side was just trying to make him hurt as much as I was.

"I'm glad you do. You... You are just a fucking idiot driving a car way too fast."

"Oh my god, YN. What's that even supposed to mean?" He ran his hands through his black locks and let a frustrated sigh out. "Get some fucking anger management lessons, YN. You are overreacting."

That made my blood boil. He was brave enough to invite himself to my house and to tell me I was overreacting.

"Overreacting?" I got closer to him, a defiant look in my eyes. "Overreacting? Learn to fucking drive and stop behaving like a fucking rookie. Take some fucking driving lessons or leave some other drivers to do your job! There is a bunch of good ones in F2"

Shit. I should have shut my mouth a while ago.

"Okay. I will do that." He said in a low voice.

The glare in his eyes broke my heart. Deception, sadness, abandonment. There were even tears on them.

"Fine, I will give you some space for now. But yeah, I should have listened to them. Nothing good would happen getting involved with you."

I felt my heart sink into actual pain. I felt that tightness in my chest not letting me breathe properly. I could feel my eyes clouded with tears and my knees shaking.

"Daniel..." I tried to take his hand, but he walked away.

"No, I should have never come. Carlos at least accepted my apology."

"Dan." I sobbed as I tried to walk to him again. He stopped me just by looking at me. I knew that it was not worth trying. The hurt was done, and the pain was there. I had fucked the only good thing I had. The only relationship with which I could actually see a future.

"See you in Austin, YN"

And he left, closing the door softly behind him.

I let myself fall against a wall. I didn't have the energy to move to my room. The whole day had been draining and I had been a fucking idiot. I didn't deserve him. He was a ray of sunshine and I had taken his brightness away. Why the fuck did I told him to retire? How could I be so cruel knowing how hard things had been for him?

I had lost Daniel. I had thrown him out of my life because I was a stupid bitch unable to shut her mouth.

I literally cried myself to sleep against that wall, only waking up when my phone rang. Michael Italiano was calling me. I felt my heart beating faster and faster and that feeling again. I couldn't breathe properly.

My whole body hurt, but I deserved that.

"Y...yes?" "YN, it's Danny with you. He told me he would go to apologize but I hadn't heard anything from him" "What time is it?" "5 am. I called him, but he doesn't answer the phone" "Fuck" "What?" I broke down sobbing again. It was more and more difficult to breathe each second that passed. "YN, hey. Tell me, what's going on?" "I... I fucked up, Michael... I lost him" "YN, take a few breaths with me and tell me what happened" "I... I said horrible things, Michael. If... If something happened to him it would be my fault..." "Hey, no. Nothing happened to him. I'm sure he is just sleeping. He probably went home and..." "He hates me, Michael" "Don't say that..." "I was cruel to him" "He didn't do it on purpose." "I hadn't seen it" "Search the images, YN. I will call you if I can reach him". "Thank you".

Without getting up from the floor, I search for the images from the race. With shaking hands, I pressed the play button.

"No, no, no" He was right. He hadn't pushed Carlos. It has just been a bad move. He was right and I had been a stupid cruel bitch. I was probably the worst person in the whole city right then. "How can I be like this..."

I got up and searched for some shoes, only finding a pair of flip-flops. I put them on and took my car keys. The sun wasn't out yet but I was going to find him. If he wasn't at home, I would search around the whole Monaco till I find him. It wasn't that big after all. I had to fix this mess or at least apologize to him. Even if it didn't help.

I opened the door and went directly to the elevator, but a shadow on the stairs stopped me from pressing the button. I slowly turned around. He was there. He had curled himself into the steps and had fallen asleep god knows when. He looked miserable. I had done that. I had done that to him.

I slowly walked to him. If he had stayed on my building's stairs it's because he wanted to see me, wasn't it?

I sat on the same step as him and touched his shoulder.

"Danny?" My voice came out as a hoarse whisper from all the crying.

He stirred in his sleep but didn't wake up.

"Dan, baby. Wake up..." I was crying again. He slowly rubbed and open his eyes. He looked around trying to understand where he was.

"I felt asleep" He murmured. His voice was even worst than mine.

"Come home with me, please" I took his hand. He let me pull him from the step, standing tall in front of me.

"What time is it?" He said looking through the tiny window in the hall.

"5 am"

Slowly, I walked him into my apartment. Against my hopes or lack of them, Daniel pulled me into a hug the second I closed the door. I left a cry coming out of my throat as I grabbed for life into him. I clenched my fists around the t-shirt on his back. He tangled one of his hands in my hair and pulled me to his neck.

"I waited for you outside. I knew you will come to me." He murmured on my hair.

Daniel was too good for me. He was energetic, cheerful and optimistic, he always had a good joke to make and he always wanted to make people around him smile. And I was just a spiteful, grumpy and hurtful woman with anger issues who had decided to hurt who probably was the love of her life instead of just letting him talk.

"I fall asleep," I said sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Danny"

He didn't say anything, just pulled me even closer. But no, I needed to talk this out with him, so I pulled away and took his hands on mine.

"I... I was a bitch. I only said those things because I wanted to hurt you, I... I don't think you should leave. I don't want you to because I can't think about being an F1 driver if you are not in the grid. I can't... I'm I really horrendous person saying what I said and... For not letting you speak or... I did overreact, you were right. I hadn't even seen the images and... I just let it all out on you because I thought you... I don't even know, Daniel. I wanted that podium." I sighed and dried my tears in an angry way. I was angry with myself now for being such an idiot. "You are a wonderful driver. If you leave it just wouldn't be the same. I love racing against you. And I don't deserve to be forgiven but I wanted you to know that I really don't think all of that. And yes, maybe I should get help with my anger issues because you don't deserve that. I'm a bitch. I'm sorry for hurting you. And for making you sleep on my stairs. I don't even know why you stayed. I thought you had left and I fall asleep crying and then Michael called me because he couldn't reach you and I got so scared because I thought something happened..."

"Ok, hey. You are rambling. Stop" He took my face between his hands and I grabbed into his arms. "The crash was my fault. I apologized to Carlos also and..."

"I forgive you." I muttered.

"I know, baby"

I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. He had tears on them. He looked tired but had the tiniest smile on his lips.

"Listen closely to what I'm going to say"

I nodded and grabbed him harder.

"I love you so much. When they told me you were stuck I almost stop the car in the middle of the pitlane. You were right, you deserved to be on that podium. I'm so sorry." He took a deep breath. "You hurt me a lot, YN."

I sobbed again.

"Hey, hey." He ran his fingers over my cheeks and "I love you."

He loved me. He already said it twice.

"Why?"

"You are not always a girl with anger issues." He said smiling.

"I don't deserve you, you should be at home." "I wanted to be here. I knew you would come looking for me at some point. I just wasn't expecting you to fall asleep"

I smiled through the tears.

"I love you too, Daniel" "Come here" He said softly.

He hugged me and lift me from the floor. I grabbed him with arms and legs and kissed his cheek. He took me to the bed and laid me there, finding his own place next to me.

"We will figure this out. We will talk through this. Just don't push me away"

"What if it's true?" "What?" "What they all say. That we shouldn't be together. This was bound to happen."

He took a deep breath. "They know nothing about us. We will make this happen. We will make it work out."

"I love you so much and I'm so sorry"

"Don't run away the next time, okay?" He said touching my nose with his. I let my forehead fall onto his.

"You didn't deserve the last place, you are an amazing driver. One of the best out there, even if your car is a bit shitty sometimes. I hate myself for saying that"

"I knew you didn't mean them" "How?" "You always look to the right when you lie. It just hurt that you were saying them."

I felt the tears in my eyes again. I gently draw my finger over his lips, then his beautiful nose following his cheek.

"I will take those anger management lessons. Just tell me when and where. I shouldn't have done it."

He leant and kissed me for the first time in what seemed like ages.

"We will work together on this okay? I will try to not fuck your races up, but if it happens we will talk about it"

I nodded and hid on his chest, not really believing he didn't hate me but actually loved me.

"I love you, Dan"

"I love you too, baby"

I felt the sleep pulling me. My tired eyes slowly closed. And when I was almost asleep I could hear him.

"Hi, Mike. Yeah, I'm with her now. Not all good yet, but we will be okay. We just need time."

I smiled a bit and felt him kissing my forehead. Finally, knowing that he was here with me, I fell asleep.

I hoped you liked it ❤

And to the anon who requested some Danny angst, I really hope it met your expectations. Thank you for requesting.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hello dearest raven! i hope you are doing well today~ may i request hcs for ace, deuce, ruggie, epel and jack finding out their small s/o likes being held or picked up and carried around :0,, thank you!!

First year squad, except Ruggie replaced Sebek--

***Spoilers for Jack’s Unique Magic!***

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Boy, has Ace got some smarmy quips prepared for you. “Hah? What’re you staring at me like that for? ... You’re not seriously expecting me to carry you around, are you? What am I, a pack mule? Your personal carriage?”

He flicks you on the forehead and sticks his tongue out, wiping away your hopeful expression and replacing it with a pout. “Idiooot, think again! As if I’d do something like that.”

The thing with Ace is, he won’t ever outright give you a lift, whether you ask for one or not. It’ll all work on his own schedule, with his own creative ways of going about to deliver on your wish. He’s cheeky like that!

Usually, Ace will ask you to do something he knows you can’t complete without some help. Reaching for a book on a high shelf, crabbing a card from the top of a house of cards, painting a rose at the very top of the rose tree... Then he’ll swoop in with a smirk and offer a hand--or two--to raise you up high.

Once, when you visited Ace during basketball practice, he dared you to try and get a slam dunk. Obviously you couldn’t. Just as you were about to walk dejectedly off the court, Ace suddenly held you up, granting you easy access to the hoop. After you pushed a basketball through, he cheered for you and carried you around the court in a triumphant victory lap.

Deuce isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so when he hears that you like to be “picked up and carried around”, he interprets it in a totally different way than you do! You don’t realize this until one day you hear the VROOM of an engine after class--and Deuce pulls up on a Magical Wheel!

He hands you a helmet, prompts you to hop aboard, and reminds you to hang on tight! Pretty soon, you find yourself pressing against your boyfriend’s back, sea breeze licking your hair, as he speeds down the road to a sunset-dusted beach.

After that wild trip, you clarify what you meant to Deuce, and that lightbulb goes off in his head. He apologizes for the trouble he caused you and races off to... study the right ways to carry you, according to him.

Deuce claims he’s ready a few days later--but then he proceeds to do really strange things, like directing you to sit on the ground while he drags you by the arms, or slinging your arm across his shoulder while digging his fingers into your waist! (As it turns out, he looked at a book of first aid assists and carries!!)

Third time’s the charm! You explicitly explain your terms to Deuce, and it finally clicks for him. “Why didn’t you just say so in the first place? I’ve got you covered!!” Before you know what’s happening, he has you off the ground and in his arms in a stiff (but well-meaning) princess carry, his cheeks as red as Heartslabyul’s painted roses. “H-How’s this?! Am I... Am I meeting your expectations now?!”

Being a beastman, Ruggie has been blessed with agility--but because of his poor nutritional intake as a child, he’s lacking in muscle definition compared to others of his kind. Don’t worry, though! He’s still got enough spunk in him to carry you around for short bursts of energy.

When Ruggie gives you a ride, it’s strategic! For example, he might piggyback you to a class you share just to make the trip faster, or he might haul you home on the way to another part-time job of his. He’s the master of multitasking and being efficient with his time~

Sometimes he’s so pooped out from all his work he doesn’t feel like carrying you around. In those cases, Ruggie’s resourcefulness comes into play. He’ll pull you along as the sun is sinking in the sky with the impish promise of, “I’ll show ya the next best thing to being ferried around for free.”

He leads you to the apple tree in the school’s courtyard and motions for you to follow him up the trunk and into the branches. If you need help, Ruggie can pause climbing and lend you a helping hand or a supportive tug. Higher and higher up you’ll go, until you reach the very top--and you’re greeted with the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen.

Ruggie plops beside you with a knowing grin and a laugh. “See? What’d I tell ya? It’s the greatest view in the whole school, you know~ You wouldn’t be able to see this any other way, even if I carried you to the ends of Twisted Wonderland!”

Epel’s unfortunately too weak to lift you up in his arms (even if you are smaller than him)! He can manage for about all of a few seconds before he stumbles and has to release you in order to maintain his balance and not send the both of you crashing into the lawn.

Of course, it frustrates him greatly that he can’t do this simple thing to bring you joy. You often find him stewing by himself as he slices up and carves apples, or overhear him cursing under his breath about his stature and body type.

Still, Epel won’t just sit around wallowing in self pity forever! He’ll slap his cheeks to rouse himself and get it together to find some other way to make your dreams come true!

When you exit your classroom and enter the courtyard one day, you’re met with thundering hooves. Epel appears before you on a snow white horse--borrowed with permission from Silver from the stables of the Horseback Riding Club. Extending a hand to you, he offers a ride upon his noble steed.

“You wanted to be picked up and carried around, right? This isn’t exactly that, but... When life gives ya apples, ya gotta make applesauce with what you’ve got!” he remarks, raising the reins with a feral smirk. “Now c’mon! Let’s go explore the campus, you and me!”

Jack has both the strength and the stamina to carry you around for days (and without breaking a single sweat, too)! Usually, his practical side would scold you a bit for asking for such a frivolous thing, but he learns to make do with it and to incorporate it into his daily regimen.

... Seriously, he starts using you as weight for training. Every day, he’ll run through a series of exercises, carrying you around in various positions to equally sculpt all parts of his body. Fireman’s carry, princess carry, piggyback, over the shoulder, on the shoulder, underarm--Jack does it all!

He’ll take breaks every so often to rest up, inviting you to join him! Jack will run off and fetch you a bottle of ice cold water as thanks for all your help, then he’ll settle in next to you with some water of his own. Taking swigs and carrying conversation with a loved one under a bright blue sky... Nothing could be better!

There was one occasion when you asked Jack, out of curiosity, what it would be like to be carried in his wolf form. He insisted that Unleashed Beast was only meant for emergencies and actual combat, but all it took was your puppy dog eyes and a “pretty please?” to make him (begrudgingly) make another exception.

It felt exhilarating to ride upon a massive wolf, and Jack somehow felt even more warm and safe to you than ever. Fur and wind flying in your face, you gripped on tightly to your beloved as he bounded across the earth--silver moonlight painting the trail all the way home.

[babydaddyleorio]

Go-Karting w/ the boys

Baji

-Baji is constantly trying to sabotage you, like his main objective is legit to make you lose.

-He’s swerving his wheel so his kart can run straight into yours, he’s riding your bumper so he’ll crash into you the moment you slow down, and if he’s in front of you he’ll block you every time you attempt to pass him.

-His hair is flying everywhere in the wind, and even though it’s covering his face, you still get a glimpse of him smirking at you with his tongue stuck out.

-And despite Baji literally praying on your downfall, you still have so much fun together, especially when you start to get him back. Baji would be so caught off guard that you managed to match his energy, but his shock would quickly turn into determination as he chases after you.

-The two of you are laughing your hearts out for the rest of the race, your bodies be thrown everywhere in your karts as you both slam wildly into each other.

Draken

-Draken is surprisingly very skilled when It comes to go-karting.

-He’s most likely the one in first place way ahead of everyone else. He zoomed off as soon as the whistle went off and left everyone including you in a cloud of dust.

-Draken has a ginormous smile plastered across his face as he turns his wheel excitedly, his braid flowing in all types of directions. 

-He finally honks his horn and turns his head to the side just to see you still lagging behind him.

- “What’s the matter, y/n? Can’t catch up to me, huh?” He taunts with a deep laugh following after and you roll your eyes, pressing your foot against the pedal harder than before.

-Yeah, Draken does a lot of teasing as well so be prepared for that.

-It’s honestly no surprise that he ends up winning the race. And when you do finally reach him, he insists on racing again and this time he’ll “go easy on you”.

-You definitely make him eat his words.

Mikey

-Is the person in last place.

-It would be just his luck to get an old, rusty kart. Mikey would literally have his foot pressed against the pedal, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, and such a serious expression across his face... only to be going 5 mph.

-Screams for you guys to wait for him but you’re already too far ahead to hear him calling your name.

-When you do finally notice that Mikey is no where to be found, you turn around in your seat to see him struggling to make a turn, swearing angrily at the kart to move faster than it is.

-His kart also makes this really loud noise as he goes and you have to stifle your laughter at how dramatic the whole thing was. Mikey is so annoyed and half way through the race would throw his head back with a loud sigh leaving his lips.

-By the time Mikey does finally catch up, everyone is already done racing and is trying not to laugh at the way his kart is jerking when pulling up to the finish line.

-Glares at you for thinking this was funny and demands to have a rematch.

Chifuyu

-Instead of getting individual ones, you and Chifuyu got a two seater so you both could ride in the same kart. Everyone rolled their eyes once they saw you squeezed beside each other in the seat, but they also could admit that you two did look sort of cute together.

-Chifuyu is the one driving of course. He’s super focused too and you guys are doing pretty good, it’s just the only problem you have is the fact that Chifuyu is a terrible driver.

-You realized early on that Chifuyu also got a bad kart like Mikey, only it was mainly the steering wheel causing trouble for the both of you.

-Chifuyu keeps running into obstacles and the barriers because he can’t control the kart, and if he does happen to brake, he brakes so hard that your body jolts forward without warning.

-You legit get whiplash sitting next to him.

-But that doesn’t matter because you can’t stop yourself from cackling at how much your body is being thrown around, as well as how much fun you’re having.

-Chifuyu looks at you from the corner of his eye and is so happy to see you smiling while trying to brace yourself from the impact of his next turn. And he’ll end up slowly pressing his foot against the gas, screaming at the top of his lungs with you latched on his shoulder as your kart zooms down the course.

[koqabear]

hit me with your killshot, baby (C.YJ)

Summary:

It was a small, quiet town you had decided to move into. One that you could help with any healing or magical needs. What you didn’t expect, however, was to face a demon too powerful for your own good. The worst part? Seems like he’s gotten attached.

Yeonjun x reader/ demon!yeonjun x witch!reader

Genre: fantasy, enemies to ?? thriller(?), angst if you squint me thinks

Word count: 3.0K

Warnings: general physical fighting/violence, mentions of scars, burns, bones breaking, knives, blood, fire, descriptions of pain (let me know if I should add anything!)

a/n: This might get another part if it gets a good response <3 Writing fantasy is rlly fun for me as well, I’m so glad that this is the story that got me out of my writers block lmao

comments and reblogs are always welcome and much appreciated, hope you guys enjoy! <3

Disclaimer!! Absolutely nothing about this story is accurate or real, anything and everything that mc the witch does is made up!

It was about three in the morning when you got the call.

“Hello?” You said, eyes squinted as you had just been woken up from your sleep. The line remained silent for a moment, leaving you to wonder if this was a scam caller. You spoke again, only to hear hasty footsteps becoming louder, presumably running towards the phone.

“Hello?!” The voice called out, the loud exclamation causing you to jolt awake. “Oh my god, oh my god!” Their exasperated voice rang through your line, and you stood to get properly dressed, already anticipating their request.

“Where do you live?” You asked sharply, grabbing the keys to your car and waiting for their answer. They stuttered out their address, the sounds of the rain coming into your ear. They were now outside.

“Please come quick, this spirit has been bothering me for weeks now, I could have sworn they were harmless-“ they cried into the phone, only to get cut off by your stern command.

“Leave your home. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

They agreed, their voice quiet and shaky, and you hung up, beginning to drive to your new task.

It was no secret your town had a problem with the supernatural. That was the whole reason you lived here.

‘The town witch’ was what they called you. You remember moving to this small town the moment you turned eighteen, the rumors of the paranormal town beckoning you to help. With potions and incantations by your side, you were the best damn thing this place had ever gotten. But that was six years ago, and you were young and naive. The scars and burns that riddled your body only served to prove your progress, marking your place in this town permanently.

You sighed, your grip on your steering wheel weak. You were, after all, the only help these people had. Late night calls like this were beginning to become much too common recently, leading you to wonder if something, or someone, new was beginning to pester this poor town.

You arrived at the house, the thunderstorm only helping to provide a stereotypical atmosphere for you to work in. You got out your car, pulling your coat tightly against your body, the wind around you strong enough to hinder your footsteps.

The two story home before you rattled in protest, the front door swinging open the moment you got close enough. You felt your heart begin to race, beginning to question if this was truly worth it. It seems that whatever had been pestering the homeowner was no small ghost. Walking inside, you were met with the dark and empty home, the hardwood floor beneath you creaking in protest as you carefully walked around, the house seemingly calming the moment you entered.

You breathed in slowly, attempting to steady your mind as you surveyed the house, recalling what the homeowner told you before hanging up. This had been going on for a while, but it seems that it only recently became too much for them. Whatever was in this home really liked the attention.

Before you were able to take another step forward, you were thrown off your feet, slamming into the wall to your left, the many picture frames and decorations falling before you with a loud crash. The door slammed shut, and you covered your head, bracing yourself as you felt the glass shards begin to be directed towards you.

It’s here, and it’s angry.

Just as the chaos around you finally dulled down, you were met with the sight of the trophy shelf in front of you beginning to shake, your eyes widening as you began to run. You muttered a quick incantation to help shield you, the dull sounds of impact that began to pound against your shield only serving to make you run faster.

The hallway in front of you suddenly seemed never-ending, it’s violet wallpaper becoming harder to see the more you ran. Was the house layout always like this? The hallway suddenly ended, leading you to an open room, quickly recognizing it as the living room. The lights suddenly flickered on, disturbing your concentration as you noticed a shadow walk past one of the doorways.

Seemingly knowing you perfectly, the spirit took this small wavering to throw a book in your direction, narrowly missing your face as you ducked to the side, only to get knocked to your knees as you felt a kick to your back, your disturbed concentration causing your spell to be broken.

You turned around in a haste, summoning your shield once more as you unsheathed the knife you had in your coat pockets.

“Show yourself!” You barked out, standing up as you surveyed the room. “I know you’re here.”

Silence.

The howling wind outside stopped, the flickering lights suddenly still at the sound of your voice. You gripped the handle of the knife harder, trying to not let the exhaustion seep into you. The lights began to slowly dim, a lit ember flickering in front of you, only to be followed by many more, swirling into a raging fire directly in front of you. You jumped back at the heat, the familiar sight making you frown in anticipation.

“You look tired,” the voice said, as smooth and elegant as you first remembered it, “Maybe I could fix that.”

Standing in front of you was no other than Yeonjun. Clad in black, his dark eyes stared into yours as he towered over you, his platform boots shining underneath the dull lights, his hair slicked back and pushed away from his face save for a few strands that hung to frame his face.

“Yeonjun.” You said, a feeling of anger stirring inside you the longer you stared at him

“It’s so nice to hear my name come from you again,” he sighed, taking a step toward you, only for you to step back in retaliation.

Yeonjun was none other than the first demon you tried to expel when you first came here. You had fought with every single potion and spell you spent years perfecting, only to leave hospitalized and unsure that he would return. However, as the years passed and no sign of him appeared, you had assumed that you had succeeded in your battle against him, any signs of hauntings or poltergeists disappearing after that day.

“You,” you snapped, everything finally piecing everything together. “You’re behind everything that’s been happening recently, aren’t you?” You took another step back as he began to laugh, throwing his head back as if you had just told him the funniest thing in the world. Slowly, he calmed himself down, his eyes playful as he took his sweet time responding to you.

“Maybe, why?” He said, beginning to walk towards you slowly. You held your ground, concentrating on keeping your shield steady, they grip on your knife tightening. He stopped centimeters away from it, the aura of the shield humming as his clothes grazed the perimeter, shocks emitting on impact.

“I missed you, you know,” He muttered, head leaning towards you teasingly as he stood just far enough to not be blasted away from your shield. “It wasn’t fun hopping from town to town, trying to mess with other witches that resided there. They were just too…”

“Weak.”

You were barely given a moment before the sight of Yeonjun’s bright eyes filled your vision, the feeling of a scorching heat overtaking your senses.

Yeonjun had trapped you in a ring of fire.

A pretty small one, too.

Slightly panicked, you looked around for any place you could escape, the memories of the last time you got so close to Yeonjun warning you to get as far from him as you could, only to find that it was just you and him, trapped in a space that wouldn’t even allow you to shift backwards.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice taunting as he waited for your next move, “Claustrophobic?”

The weapon in your hand began to heat up, your mind working its hardest to form a plan that would work and let you come out alive. You already knew what this fire around you would do; It wasn’t a simple flame, and the scar on your chest that throbbed painfully in this demonic presence was enough proof of that.

The moment you had healed from your first encounter with Yeonjun, you had put all of the knowledge you had acquired from experience and older, more experienced witches into putting a weapon that would help you with violent demonic problems like him. It had taken you weeks of pure isolation and meditation to engrave the correct energy into the weapon, afraid to make any mistake that could lead to something drastic. By the time you were finished putting the last few touches on the weapon, (a protective incation; the words engraving themselves in fine print letter by letter as you poured the last of your energy into it,) you could barely stand, landing yourself at the house of a medic that specialized with witches.

“You’re lucky that you managed to come out of this with just drained energy,” He had told you one day, standing next to your cot and handing you a homemade medicine; its taste was horrendous, but it did the job.

“I’ve dealt with witches, succeeding or not, that had come out in a much worse condition. You’re very powerful, that much I can tell.” He confessed, his face sobering as he remembered why it was that you were there, “Whatever it is that you’re dealing with, I wish you luck.”

And now here you stand, the results of all your hard work and patience vibrating the more you concentrate on defeating the demon in front of you.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try and hurt me with that,” Yeonjun laughed, watching the way your grip tightened the moment he landed his eyes on it, your knuckles turning white with the force, “You know your little knife can’t hurt me, right?”

While it was true that regular knives were nothing more but toys to him, you knew that what you were holding was not a regular knife.

But he didn’t.

You remained silent as you stared at him, quirking a brow to silently challenge him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your demeanor.

“Giving me the silent treatment now?” He said, pausing for a moment before looking back at you, “Fine. You think you can hurt me with that little kitchen knife?” With a single movement of his hands, the fire dwindled, going down until it was no more,

“Go ahead. Give it your best shot.”

You suppressed a smile.

Yeonjun was a lot of things. Strong, powerful, smart, hell, he was a bit attractive too.

But above all, he was cocky.

Slowly, and as subtly as you could, you adjusted your stance, your eyes never leaving his, ready to let your shield down to attack him.

“No games?”

His lips quirked up, his hands coming up to his sides to show you his full vulnerability.

“Fair and square. Here, I’ll even let you make the first move.” His pitch black eyes twinkled with his signature playfulness, his thoughts displaying to you loud and clear;

I thought you were smarter than this.

You fought the urge to scoff, and instead surveyed him for a moment, stepping back to give yourself a bit more room. He watched intently, his body language open and relaxed, clearly not threatened by you.

You lunged forward.

Before Yeonjun could move away, you swung your knife towards him, your stomach sinking as you missed your target, his neck, and sliced at his face instead. His head turned to the side, a hiss emitting from him as he turned back to you, the slash on his cheek burning into his skin, going deeper into his face as he began to bleed.

Except that wasn’t blood that came out of his face.

A thin liquid, pure black and mixed with the poison of your blade, trickled down his face. Slowly, he brought up a hand to his cheek, touching tentatively at his wound, observing the black substance that poured out of him, before turning back to you.

“Come on, you little vixen,” he groaned, the nickname that he called you from your first meeting rolling off his tongue smoothly, “Not the face!”

Cocky bastard.

But now that your first move was over, Yeonjun took a minute to crack his neck, the black liquid trailing down to his neck as he slowly rolled his head back, pausing for a second before straightening up, smiling at you sweetly.

“My turn.”

Right as you were going to activate your shield once more, Yeonjun ran to you, landing a solid punch to your stomach, sending you flying to the wall behind you, the wind being knocked out of you on impact as you crumbled to the floor. Looking up, you saw him lunge at you once more, mumbling your incantation for your shield, successfully knocking him back at the last second. Tumbling backward, Yeonjun layed on the floor as you slowly got back up, using the wall behind you as support, the wild and unhinged sound of Yeonjun’s laugh echoing off the walls.

“Oh, my little vixen,” he began, sitting up as he watched you regain your composure. “I missed this. I must admit, you have gotten stronger.” Standing back up slowly, you felt the room slowly heat up. You shifted, knowing what it was that he was about to do next.

“It’s exciting.”

Running towards him, you did your best to avoid the trail of fire that was now after you, ready to swing your knife at him as you got closer. Just as you were close enough to him, you swung towards his neck once more, the predictable movement allowing Yeonjun to step aside, only to get a kick to his chest, successfully knocking him down and allowing you to dive down, the fire that was about to pierce the center of your back flying instead to the wall in front of you, the loud boom barely covering Yeonjun’s scream as you dug your knife into his shoulder.

“Fuck!”

You towered over him, straddling his waist and putting as much weight as you could to keep him down. His hands immediately reached up to clasp over yours, attempting to pull the weapon out, only to have you retaliate by digging it into his skin more, his cursing filling up your ears as he struggled against you.

Your jaw clenched and you felt yourself begin to sweat, the same ring of fire from before beginning to enclose around you slowly with no signs of stopping. Your hands began to burn underneath Yeonjun’s touch, obviously his doing as he seemed to concentrate on attempting to scare you off with the same fire that landed you on the brink of death from your first encounter.

But you refused.

You refused to allow the demon to live any longer, to continue to terrorize innocent and defenseless people in your town, or in this world at all. And now that you had him under your grip, your hands struggling to successfully behead him, you weren’t going to let a little bit of pain scare you away.

Your hands began to numb under the heat of his skin, popping noises emitting from under his iron grip. He was attempting to break your hands, to render them useless, but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you pushed on, biting back your own groans of pain and trying to concentrate on your current task, and nothing else.

“Come on my vixen, give it up,” he said, his voice laced with pain and false confidence that he attempted to use in order to make you believe that he remained unaffected. But as your knife inched towards his neck, piercing through his skin and emitting a loud sizzling sound, you knew that it was all a bluff by the way he winced, a low grunt of pain escaping him.

“I really don’t want to hurt you, you know,” he confessed, the ring of fire snapping angrily at your legs, the heat making you want to faint from overexertion. But you continued to push on, much to Yeonjun’s annoyance. “Fine, you asked for it.”

He screwed his eyes shut, the ring of fire slightly calming down, along with his iron grip on your hands. Just as you were about to take this chance and behead him, you felt something coming.

You turned around.

A ball of pitch black fire, resembling a pure void, flew towards you.

It all happened so fast. Throwing you off of him, Yeonjun staggered away from you, watching silently as the void of black washed over you, your screams of agony causing him to look away, the slightest bit of pity washing over him.

This was it, wasn’t it?

You couldn’t move as this void of fire washed over you, a feeling as though every bone in your body was being broken and you were being turned inside out coarsed through your system, your screams ripping through your throat, the wish for death appearing in your heart.

But right as you felt as though you were going to black out, it stopped.

And Yeonjun stood over you.

He watched as you lay there, completely paralyzed with pain. It took a bit before you began to breathe again, your chest barely rising, the air flowing into you causing you pain. Slowly, you opened your eyes, Yeonjun’s face inches from yours, the dark liquid from his wounds dripping onto you.

“I almost feel sorry,” he whispered, his lips grazing yours. You tried to hold on, to finish your job, but the very effort of having to breathe exhausted you beyond belief. Slowly, he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss more of a half hearted apology as he lingered there for a second, his lips still against yours. His mind reeled at the feeling, and he pulled away, a soft smile on his face as he slowly brought his hand down, hesitating before caressing your exhausted face slowly, spreading his own blood on your face.

He grinned.

“I look forward to our next battle.”

And he was gone.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you collapsed.

[tsukishumai]

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader wc: 2.1k+ summary; impatience is definitely not a virtue, and just one look at Ushijima Wakatoshi, you knew that there’s no way you could have waited until you got home. warnings; MINORS DNI, nsfw, smut, oral m receiving, road head, alcohol consumption, slight voyeurism, the actions in this fic could cause serious injury pls do not imitate lmao 

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Ushijima got the call at around two o’ clock in the morning.

The shrill ringing of his cellphone had abruptly yanked him from his admittedly shallow rest. The empty space beside him screams that he should answer, so he quickly grabs the phone and slides his finger across the screen.

“Hello?” His voice was still thick with sleep, and he rubbed at his eyes as he sat up. The sheets pooled around his waist and he shivered when the cold air hit his bare chest.

“Toshi!” Your voice blasts through the speaker, barely distinguishable from the heavy bass and chattering voices in the background. “You answered!”

“Are you alright?” were the first words that had croaked out from his throat, Ushijima already in the motion of putting on a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a shirt.

“Yess, ‘m alright, Toshi,” you spoke with an obvious slur, tripping over your words in very much the same way Ushijima imagines you tripping in your shoes, “But can you come pick me up??”

Ushijima’s keys were already in his hand, slamming the door behind him before he jumped into his car.

“I’m on my way.”

You had sent Ushijima your location hours ago, a habit that he had unintentionally drilled into you once you had started dating. He had never once stopped you from a night out with your friends, nor had he ever given you a hard time for getting drunk at a random bar on a Wednesday night.

But still, that didn’t mean he never worried, and this was the perfect caveat to satisfy all parties.

And it has been your saving grace time and time again, allowing Ushijima to simply check his phone whenever you called for him to retrieve you, and you were too drunk to remember where you were.

The lounge you were in tonight happened to be in downtown, just a thirty two minute drive from your shared home, but the empty streets allowed Ushijima to arrive in only twenty seven.

He rolls the car to a stop as he arrives at his destination, shifting the gear into park and turning on the hazard lights. He shoots you a quick text, and not five minutes later, you stumble out of the corner building, laughing at a joke one of your friends must have said.

You smile widely when you spot him, pointing excitedly at his car before bidding your friends farewell and running to open the passenger door.

“Toshi!” You practically screamed into his car, the volume of your voice echoing in the otherwise silent night air, “I can’t believe you came.”

“You called me,” he answered, “Of course I’d come.”

You drop yourself into the passenger seat disgracefully, shutting the door before reaching over the center console and throwing your arms around Ushijima’s neck. He pretends to flinch when you press a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you,” you say when you pull away.

Ushijima smiles as he pats your head, then reaches over your lap to buckle your seatbelt in for you.

“Your friends don’t need a ride?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, they’re going to another bar down the street.”

Ushijima tilts his head in confusion, “You didn’t want to go with them?”

“It’s late already,” you respond, watching Ushijima pull the car back out into the street, slowly starting the journey back home, “Besides, I missed you.”

He spares you a glance before reaching over and resting his hand on your thigh. His fingers instantly caress the bare skin, exposed by the outfit you had chosen to wear for your evening out. Your eyes trace the way his jawline clenched in tandem with when he squeezed you.

“I missed you too,” he replies

You lay your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers before moving them further up your thigh.

“No, Toshi, I missed you.”

Ushijima’s mouth felt dry at the insinuation in your tone. “We’ll be home soon.”

You lean over the center console once more to draw circles on his chest, a smug smile growing on your lips when you see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

You cup the side of his face as you dip your head down to nuzzle in the crook of his neck.

Beneath your touch, Ushijima trembles as you slowly drag your tongue from his neck up to his ear, whispering, “What if I can’t wait until we get home?”

Ushijima audibly gulps as he turns down the street, nervously asking, “What do you mean?”

Your hand moves to trail down his chest, tracing his abs before you palm the bulging hard cock that rested between his thighs.

Ushijima fights a groan, slowing down his speed as he tries to regain his focus. He fidgets in his seat when you start to stroke the outline of his grey sweatpants, and he couldn’t be more thankful that there were hardly any other cars on the road.

“Y/N, what are you…”

“Is it alright, Toshi?” you whisper as you slip your hand beneath his waistband. Ushijima lets out a soft sigh when your fist begins to slowly pump the entirety of his length, and you smirk at how hard he was trying not to take his eyes off the road. “Can I…”

There was a part of Ushijima that knew this was a terrible idea. That he should pull your hands out of his pants and focus on getting the two of you home safely. But he was just a man, and even when he wasn’t under the influence of your skillful strokes, he could hardly ever tell you ‘No.’

He said nothing, and against his better judgment, he bucked his hips into your fist — a silent urge for you to contine.

Ushijima kept his attention laser focused on the stretch of highway in front of him as you made quick work of his length, pulling his waistband down until he sprung free, lightly slapping against his abs. You wet your lips as Ushijima lifts his arm, giving you access to lower your head onto his lap. The streetlamps that illuminated the roads had been your only source of light, and even in the dim lighting you could see beads of precum dripping down his tip.

Without thinking you dart your tongue out, tracing the underside of the head and running it along his slit. You could feel the slight quiver of Ushijima’s thighs as you closed your lips around his head, lightly lapping your tongue at the angry red tip until you’ve licked up every drop of his arousal.

Ushijima resisted the urge to roll his eyes to the back of his head as you moved your lips lower and lower down his hard cock, barely managing to take in half of him. Your hand wraps around the rest of his shaft, pumping in tandem with the way you bobbed your head up and down.

Lewd sounds bounced off the walls of his vehicle, moans escaping from your lips and spit dribbling down your chin as you took Ushijima in inch by inch. He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth when your hand cups his balls, massaging them gently in your palm. He drops his head back onto the head rest when he feels your tongue swirl along the underside of his cock, hissing when you start to suck on it.

This time, Ushijima lets out a groan, gripping the back of your head as he softly bucked his hips into your mouth. He could feel every inch go past the soft caverns of your mouth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as your silky throat massages the length of his cock.

“Fuck,” Ushijima whispers, hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles began to turn white. Ushijima’s labored breathing urges you to bob your head faster, tears in your eyes beginning to form as his thickness invades the back of your throat.

Just five more minutes until the two of you arrive home, Ushijima thinks as he rolls to a stop at a red light. He takes the moment of reprieve, allowing himself to squeeze his eyes shut for just a moment as he fights to keep his composure. He feels himself getting lost in how eagerly you take him all in, your hands grabbing at his thighs like they were the anchor that kept you on earth.

When Ushijima opens his eyes, his heart drops seeing a pair of headlights approaching in the rear view mirror.

His grip on the back of your head tightens, fingers tangling in your hair as he pushes to keep your head down.

“Stay there,” he whispers, grunting when you nodded your head on his dick.

The intruding car pulls up to a stop in the lane to Ushijima’s right, awkwardly positioned in clear view of his window.

The occupants of the vehicle had no idea of the events happening right beside them, unaware of the monster cock that was now obstructing your airways. You could feel Ushijima twitch each time relaxed your throat, taking him further down than he thought possible.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured under his breath, moving his hand from the back of your head to wrap around your throat, “Keep that pretty little throat full, okay?”

You try to mumble an agreement, but it was difficult with the way he filled you completely.

The light had finally turned green, and Ushijima let the car beside pass before he lets his foot off the brakes.

As the car accelerates, you begin to suck harder, faster, throat constricting and relaxing around Ushijima’s cock, he had no idea where he was any longer.

You could feel him quivering beneath your touch, hips jutting in a broken pattern against the back of your throat. He lets out a strangled moan, and an unevenness begins to settle in his breathe.

“Baby, wait, I —“

Your hand pumps faster as you continue to massage his balls, swirling your tongue until you could feel his veins throbbing against the inside of your cheeks.

“I— I’m gonna —“

Ushijima lets out a low, deep groan as you feel spurts of thick, hot cum against the back of your throat. His hips begin to shake when you swallow his entire load, sucking at him until he was dry.

Ushijima’s arms fall down slack against his sides, his chest rising up and down as his heart races to catch his breath. His head lolls down to the side when you disconnect from his softening erection with a loud pop. You quickly sit up, grabbing a tissue from your purse and wiping the mess around your chin.

Ushijima sighs deeply, reaching forward to cup your face in his hands. He offers you a soft smile, before pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

You grin up at him when he pulls away, and you finally are able to take in your surroundings.

“Toshi, when did we pull into the driveway?” You ask.

He looks out of his car window confused. “I… don’t really remember.”

You giggle as you smack him on the chest, calling him ridiculous as he pulls his pants back up. He tells you to stay where you were, and quickly steps out of the car to run and open your car door.

You gratefully take the hand that he offered, supporting you up out of the passenger seat. He holds your hand until you get to the door, letting go only to turn the key into the lock.

Ushijima is quick to kick off his shoes before kneeling down on the floor to help you with the straps of your shoes. Your heart melts as you watch him perform these little gestures, small and silent ways to let you know he loves you.

He tosses your shoes to the side, and he looks up at you from his position.

You give him a lopsided grin. “Thank you, Toshi — hey!”

Suddenly, Ushijima leans forward and wraps an arm behind both of your legs. He held on tightly as he stood up, and you let out a whiny yelp when Ushijima threw you over his shoulder.

“Toshi! What are you — put me down!”

Ushijima ignored your protests, silently climbing up the stairs two at a time. Though, you had to admit the view of his ass looked almost better upside down.

“Ushijima Wakatoshi, if you don’t —“

But your words were cut off by the loud slam off Ushijima’s foot kicking the bedroom door open. Before you could make sense of what was happening, you were swiftly thrown onto the bed.

Your tongue laid heavy and dead in your mouth, lolling out the side as you watched Ushijima shut the door behind him. He turns to you with fire blazing in his eyes, and his muscles flexed in the shadows as he pulls his shirt above his head.

He throws the thin fabric to the side, not once taking his eyes off your body, deliciously splayed out against the mattress for him.

“You didn’t think you were the only one that gets to have fun tonight, did you?” He asks.

You could feel something tingling at the pit of your belly.

You were in for a long night.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[janaem]

tension

this is a mature scenario

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(c/f) ;; crush’s friend

(y/f) - your friend

r/n - restaurant name

“___”- you or your crush’s name

[8:00 pm]

you looked out the open window feeling the breeze on your face. you closed your eyes and laughed at the ticklish feeling as you tilted your head back.

your friend, ___, was the one behind the wheel, chatting with your crush's friend, ___. the four of you decided to escape from reality for a while and just aimlessly drive around for a while. what a calming way to spend a summer night, you've longed to go on adventures like this. and the music in the background was absolutely perfect.

"i'm hungry." your crush said slightly slouching in his seat which was next to yours, his legs spread a bit. it was kind of awkward being in the backseat with him, considering the fact that the two of you only exchanged one short conversation.

you and your friend ___, were originally going to hang out together, but since they grew more fond of your crush's friend, they insisted on picking the two of them up.

"let's go somewhere that has a drive thru." you said closing the car window.

"oh, i was told that i can't eat food in this car." you friend replied looking around for places to eat.

"wait, why?" c/f asked, sitting up in their seat.

y/f sighed, keeping their eye out for any nearby places, "this is a new car, just got this two days ago."

c/f nodded, "so...do we just dine in?"

"or we could order pick up and eat outside the car by the lake or something." you imputed googling some restaurants near you.

"yeah, that's a good idea." ___ said turning his head to look right at you. it shouldn't be a surprise, but you felt your body slightly tense up and start to feel warm as you scrolled through the various options on your screen.

a few places caught your eye, and you started listing them.

"oooh i think that r/n is a perfect spot to get pick up!" c/f announced.

y/f nodded, "yeah, ___, what do you think?" they asked looking at the two of you in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

you absently nodded, scrolling through social media, your crush said yes.

"you two have been awfully quiet" c/f pointed out turning their body halfway to look at the two of you in the back seat.

"they're heavy on the sexual tension." y/f added making the frat boy face.

"bro..." your crush sighed in annoyance. you looked over at him, he immediately caught your gaze and you instantly looked away, pretending to scroll on your phone.

"guys, if you like each other just say that. It's so obvious." y/f suggested turning the corner, you were 2 minutes away from your destination, since it was a place pretty close by.

"we have more important things to worry about, like our orders for the food." you shot back looking up from your phone.

"and what we'll be having for dessert, isn't that right, ___?" c/f glanced at ___, them a wink.

"dude, shut up." ___ said dismissively, you felt your body become tense again. you looked over at ___, as he rested his elbow by the window, leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand. you only squeezed your legs tighter, why the fuck did they look so fine being careless? you looked at his legs, you honestly just wanted to sit on his lap and make out with him without a care in the world.

the throbbing down there suddenly caught you off guard, "can you guys stop, seriously. we don't like each other, it was just sudden that y/f decided to pick you two up. let it go." you sighed shifting uncomfortably in your seat, crossing your legs together. ___ saw this and raised their eyebrows. however, you refused to look at him again for the rest of the ride.

"shut your horny ass up, we know that's not true." c/f teased turning back around to face straight ahead. you just wanted to beat the shit out of this motherfucker with no mercy.

"we'll order inside, it's late and the line shouldn't be long at all." y/f sighed, ignoring the previous conversation that just took place.

"but, that doesn't make sense, we'll have to wait even longer for the food now." ____ imputed.

you adjusted yourself in your seat, taking a breath, "not if we call them now."

"we have one more minute until we arrive, it's pointless." y/f replied looking at the gps.

"that's plenty of time, just tell me what you guys want, and if we arrive sooner than expected, we can just park and finish our order." you said dialing in the number.

everyone else agreed, so you called r/n and told them your orders. you arrived just in time once you finished and hung up.

"see told ya." you smirked putting your phone down.

"c/f and i will go in to pick up the orders." y/f said unbuckling their seatbelt along with c/f.

"uhh...can i come?" __ asked sitting up a bit, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"no, you stay here with ___." c/f replied opening the car door and steeping, causing him to huff under his breath.

"they said it'll take 15 minutes. why can't y'all stay here until it's ready?" you argued furrowing your eyebrows.

"i don't know why you're complaining, you get some alone time with your boyfriend." y/f smiled as they exited the car, and before you could say anything else the door slammed shut.

the silence was way to loud in the backseat of the car, you held your phone firmly in your hands, fighting the urge to look at ___, who was on his phone. what were you thinking? he's not even thinking about you right now, so why bother...

you finally decided to break the silence after a while, "you know, you don't have to listen to c/f and y/f... you can just go in if you want to." you immediately regretted saying that, you hoped deep down that he wouldn't leave you.

"nah, i'm fine right here." ___ replied, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

you nodded and went on your phone as well, texting someone to save the awkwardness.

suddenly, ___ scoots next to you, still looking down at his phone. you furrowed your eyebrows at the move. why was he doing this?

"Uhh..." you leaned towards the window, your heart started to race uncontrollably and the adrenaline in your body started to rise.

___ sighed, getting comfortable, "shut up, i got cold."

you gave him a skeptical look, "it's literally seventy nine degrees out, and you're wearing a hoodie and sweatpants."

"just shut up, okay?" ___ sighed, he was seated at least an inch away from you.

"you're so fucking weird." you muttered.

"i'll show you weird if you don't shut the fuck up and sit still."

this moment was making you heated, your face started to get hot and you ached with anticipation to either say something rude, or bold. maybe say both? you honestly didn't know what to do, and the throbbing down on your core started to intensify and it only made matters worse.

"and how the hell are you gonna do that, ___? right i though so, so move back to your fucking seat or i'll make you."

yeah, you shouldn't have said that.

"fuck." you whispered to yourself, your gaze on ___ softened due to realizing what you've just done.

"oh yeah?" ___ gave you a lazy smirk, slightly tilting his head back to show a bit of his adam's apple.

you didn't say anything after that, that was until you felt ___ knee on yours. that was when your stomach clenched.

"how are you gonna make me move acting like this, huh?" he scooted closer so that both of your shoulders were touching. you still remained silent, watching closely as ___'s hand reached down, gripped your thigh, and moved it on top of his leg. the throbbing intensified, you became even hotter than ever, and your heart raced at an astronomical pace. you don't think you were able to handle it any longer. one more move from him and you were sure to break.

he leaned over, his face inches from yours, "not so tough now, are we?"

fuck it.

you cupped ___'s face with both of your hands and collided your lips onto his. he leaned in so that he was slightly on top of you, causing you to lean back, the seatbelt restricting you to go any further. luckily, while kissing you, ___ reached back and undid the buckle with his one hand.

you were now able to lean back, your head rested on the window, allowing ___ to settle between your legs. your back arched at the feeling of his hand trailing up your thigh, his thumb brushing over your clit. his other hand, trailed up under your sweatshirt, squeezing your waist.

you both parted, ___ looked into your eyes, "is this okay?" he continued to faintly rub his thumb faintly over your sensitive area.

"yeah..." you panted ,leaning in and kissing him again. the feeling of his hands on your bare skin, and his other hand on the very spot you've always wanted him was overwhelming.

___ slid his hand into your pants, using his middle finger to slide up and down to toy with your covered area. your breathing started to get heavier as you bucked your hips to meet his finger.

"does this feel good?" ___ asked placing a kiss on your jaw.

you were melting under his touch, "yeah..." you quivered, suddenly hissing once you felt ___ add a few more fingers and rubbing circles on your clit. his other hand, which was originally on your waist, slowly snaked up to fondle your breast.

"___...oh my--" you let out a gasp feeling him go a bit faster. the wetness started to build up on your core, a shockwave of pleasure erupts within you.

you two went at it again with the kissing, ___ slipped his tongue into your mouth, resulting in the kiss to become sloppier than before. ___ also took the opportunity to pull your underwear down, proceeding the act of rubbing your core. he let out a small hum in ecstasy, feeling how warm you were.

"fuck, you drive me crazy, ___" he groaned in between kisses, "you're so wet, too"

you simply couldn't talk, the feeling in your stomach built up every few seconds. you parted from ___ to let out a whimper, biting your lip and rolling your eyes back. you arched again at the feeling of his hand toying with your breast. unfortunately, he stopped and placed his hand from your breast to your back. ___ then started to place kisses on your jaw and neck, you closed your eyes in pleasure, feeling every inch of him touching you, you didn't want him to stop no matter what.

___ stopped kissing you after a while, and took a good look at you. he couldn't take his eyes off of you beautiful expression. he didn't think he would make you feel this way, and it filled him with pride that he is. he looked from your parted lips, to your heaving chest. just looking at you drove him to the edge, he'll never know how and why you were so breathtaking, especially in this state.

your eyes opened slightly, seeing that ___ was staring at you, a series of moans and whimpers continued to come out of you.

you started to squirm, and he liked that. so he went faster, assuming that you were about to reach your high.

"you like that, huh?" he whispered against your lips as he continued to rub his fingers on your clit. the overwhelming feeling that sent shockwaves through your core began to build up more and more the harder and faster he rubbed.

"oh my god..." you sighed, rolling your eyes back in relief. your back arched feeling the sudden wave of pleasure, which was stronger than the last. it was all so unexplainable, all you knew is that you felt so good.

___ placed a slow kiss on your lips, pulling away once you let out another moan. he chuckled and went faster. and the faster he went, the more frequent your whimpers became. you never really admitted it, but you enjoyed the build up before a good orgasm. and it would seem that___ knew just how to maintain this feeling inside you. it was almost hard to believe that this was his first time touching you.

___ moved his hand from your back, to the window to support himself, leaning into you more. all you could do was pant, feeling your abdominal muscles clench, the feeling of pleasure was even greater, allowing your mouth to fall open.

___'s hand started to flex, "you gonna cum for me?" he said going faster than before, "yeah?" he gripped your waist even tighter, watching your expression intensely. ___ wanted to make sure that you felt everything.

"oh fuck, yes." you moaned, looking up at the ceiling. all you were focused on, were ___'s fingers and the intense release you were having.

"you look so hot cuming for me." ___ said, your foreheads were inches away.

you couldn't respond, the orgasm you just had had taken it's toll on you. your legs shook a bit as you rode out your last high. small sighs and pants escaped your lips, the very same lips that your crush leaned over and placed a kiss on.

you kissed back and your crush pulls your bottoms back up, the feeling of the fabric touching your sensitive area made you squirm a bit.

"i made you cum that hard?" ___ teased, giving you a smirk.

"yeah ..." you said slyly, wrapping your arms around his neck. you tangled your fingers into his hair, taking in how beautiful his eyes were. your infatuation for each other grew just then, and the two of you leaned in and kissed each other again.

suddenly, the car door opened and in entered your two chatty friends. they were so caught up in their conversation that both you and ___ took this time to immediately get situated again.___ slid all the way back to his original spot as you got out your phone and started typing and scrolling.

"damn, it's hot in here..." y/f said starting the car again and turning on the air conditioning.

"Yeah," c/f looked suspiciously at you and ___, "y'all fucked or sum?"

"i'd rather die." you said bluntly, not looking up from your phone. ___ just let out an indifferent grunt.

"well, anyways, to the lake we go! i'm starving." y/f announced reversing out of the parking lot.

[rehcciardo]

The Hunger-ian G(P)ames

Welcome to my Race review of the Hungarian GP. As always I'm beginning with the drivers parade. Again no truck but at least they sat both drivers of a team in one car. As it was  quite windy in Hungary on sunday, I was waiting for one of them loosing their cap. And I wanted to give Charles a cozy and warm sweater. He was so fucking freezing out there xD Actually I  was writing a protest already about why the Aston Martin boys were the only ones who didn't read the names on their car and sat on the opposite seat instead of the one with their names on it. But exactly while I was typing, I saw that they weren't the only ones who can't read xD I guess it triggerd my inner Monk a bit xD. But to be honest the parade wasn't really eventful and I'll leave it here and start with the race itself.

The race started with  a nice fight between George and Carlos in turn 1 but George managed it to stay in the lead. I really thought Carlos could get him but George is an amazing defender!

Esteban Ocon blocked his teammate after start and Lewis who had a decent start, had the opportunity to overtake both  Alpine. And it looked like Ocon nearly forced Verstappen off track  a bit and there also was a small incident between Fernando and Daniel as well. At least their wheels seemed pretty close to each other.

But I know there were contacts between Magnussen and Ricciardo and between Albon and  I guess it was Stroll. The last one caused a virtual SC due of  debris of Alex Albons car on the track. VSC in lap 2. That escalated quickly xD.

Seb had contact with someone too. But I really don’t know what happened. There were so much happening in the first lap.

I have to mention, that Kevin had a damn good start. He gaind 3 positions at the start but unfortunately he had to pit early because he got damage on his frontwing after touching Daniels back.

Max made it pretty well through the field. He gained position after position but around lap 13 we heard a frightening radio message where he said that he again had issues with the engine. I really thought this would ending his race ways sooner than expected.

Ferrari made a fake box call for Carlos to force other drivers into box? At least it semed to work with George but I’m not sure if he would have boxed anyway. He had a dam slow stop and came out in a Alpine sandwich and again showed us his incredible defending skills in a fight with Alonso.

In the next lap Carlos made his real pit stop but it was so so slow as well.Charles stop a bit later was a tiny bit faster and he came out in front of Carlos. Was it a planned swap without team order? Possible. I would say it was especially after Charles asked for it some time ago when he said that he would be faster.

In lap 24 Ocon went into box for new tyres. He came out in front of Alonso and Ricciardo and again blocked  Alonso or at least fighted with him and Daniel took this opportunity to smoothly overtake both alpine in one go. As an Daniel fan this was the best thing in this fucking race. He showed that the old Daniel is still there and I’m pretty sure that he enjoyed this overtake as much as we did watching it. Daniel even build up a decent gap between himself and the alpines. At this point I had high hopes that everything will get better again and all the shittalk will stop. How lovely it was to have this illusion at least  for a short time.

In lap 28 began a nice and close fight between George and Charles  for the lead. the fight last a few laps until Charles eventually passed george in lap 31. Of course nice to watch but I think this long fight wasn’t something his tyres enjoyed much.

Both Alpine got hard tyres in their earlier stop and you could clearly see that the hard ones weren’t working well in the colder conditions at the track. They were really struggeling out there.

Yuki had some spinning after coming out of the pit. I would say he had problems with the cold fresh tyres and that’s why he had this little spin. Maybe there also was a bit of rain at this part of the track which could have made the track a bit slippery.

Max boxed for his second tyre change and forced the others to make a pit stop as well. Now we entering a  very much discussed topic after race. Ferrari pitted Charles for new HARD tyers. We already knew that the hard ones didn’t work so why the bloody hell Ferrari thought the hards would be a good idea? Max closed up to Charles quickly and Charles had not a single chance to fight agains Max. But after Max passed Charles he made a lovely 360 and lost the position again. But this save was kinda sexy!

George showed us again a nice battle. He fighted with Perez and also with Max but he only could overtake Perez. But nice move Mister!

Again Max closed the gap between himself and Charles and overtook Charles so easily as if the Ferrari would just park on the track. This hard tyres were ridicously slow. But I’m not an expert and I don’t know how many tyres of any type they had left after saturday. I really need to have a look next time because it really would be quite interesting to know for understanding strategies way more than I do.

Lance and Daniel pitted at the same time. Daniel got the shitty hard ones even I guess he asked to stay out a bit longer with the mediums to avoid the hard? But I don’t know for sure. But wouldn’t it have been better to avoid those hards when you already have seen that they are so fucking bad and absolutely not working? But did McLaren even had other fresh tyres left than the hards?And to be fair Lando had the hards as well. Again I’m not an expert and I need to learn much more about the whole strategy thing. But let’s focus on  what’s happened next. Lance passed Daniel after their pit stop and Daniel tried to fight back but hit Lance and Lance spun out. I’m so sorry to say that but I guess Daniel got a deserved penalty for it and this was the last peace of ruining his race. part of his own foult (at least the collision with Lance) and part of a shit strategy (or if they had no other coice for the race than I blame this damn hard tyre, which ruined Charles race as well).

In lap 63 Lewis destroyed Ferraris last hope to get on podium. He passed Carlos and a few laps later he also passed George. Charles instead went for a third pitstop to get on softs again and had no chance to end on a podium in Hungary.

With only two laps to go, Valtteri had to park his car next to the track and it coaused a SC. And I honestly thought that this race will end under the lead of Bernd Mayländer but they could bring Bottas car off track way faster than I thought. The SC ended in lap 69 of 70 and we had one lap with racing left. 

In the end  something nice to add: Seb got into points. Okay he ended on P10 and got ONE point but I won’t complain :D

This race was some crazy shit. Bad strategy choices, Haas and Aston Martin were impatiently waiting for rain but all they got were a few drops of rain every now and then, No Ferrari on podium but a double podium for Mercedes again, Max Verstappen started on P10, had a 360 midrace and won this fucking race! What a drive. You don’t have to like Max but  everyone should see that this was an incredible job by him. So and now have fun with the freakiest shit this silly season already is. Except you are a Daniel Ricciardo fan like me, than you probably won’t enjoy it right now.

[lostinthewiind]

Could I get a bit of an angst poly Matchablossom fic? Like one of them is out and they don’t hear anything from them in awhile. They get worried and have to rush to the hospital when they find out they were involved in a hit-and-run. They have flashbacks of their relationship like how the three met or when called their relationship official.

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Joe & Cherry: Through Thick and Thin

A/N: you absolutely can have a little bit of angst. Honestly, I sometimes can't decide whether I like writing smut or angst better . . . I think it's because they are both so emotion-fueled, which makes it easy to get into. Anyway, I hope I was able to meet your expectations for this fic! As always, thanks for requesting and don't hesitate to request more in the future :)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, mentions of bodily harm, injuries, blood, high-emotions, slight-trauma

Pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the living room of your shared apartment, your eyes kept flickering toward the clock on the wall, your nerves steadily increasing with every tick of the hand. Every second that Joe didn't walk through the front door made your heart race faster and your bite on your lower lip to increase in pressure.

"Are you going to pace all night?" Cherry looked at you from his desk, his golden eyes scrutinizing your every move from over the top of his laptop.

"Kojiro was supposed to have been home an hour ago," you stated harshly, as if your calm, pink-haired boyfriend didn't already know that. "And he hasn't texted or called or anything. I'm worried."

Cherry sighed before closing his laptop and leaning back in his chair. "I can tell," he noted, his seemingly relaxed demeanour making your hands shake from frustration.

Halting your pacing, you crossed your arms over your chest and exhaled slowly. "Kaoru . . ." your voice was quiet and shaky, and despite the slight embarrassment you were feeling for what would probably be a major overreaction on your part, you just couldn't help it.

Cherry shook his head at you slowly, but there was no disappointment or mockery in his action. Even though he didn't see any cause for concern considering it had only been an hour and Joe's restaurant was busier lately than usual, he acknowledged the worry coursing through your body.

Spinning his chair to face you, Cherry cocked his head ever-so-slightly and outstretched his arms onto the chair's armrests, palms up, silently asking/inviting you to come to him.

Gravitating toward him like a magnet seeking stability, you shuffled over to his chair, standing before him and trying to calm yourself. Leaning forward, he rested his hands on your hips, brushing his fingertips up your sides. When he reached your shoulders, he worked his hands down your arms, wrapping his slender fingers around them and unfolding your arms before holding your hands in his own.

"There is no sense in worrying until there is something to worry about," he said simply, pulling you into his lap. Once you were close to him and enveloped in his embrace, you felt your breathing naturally slow to match his.

"I know. You're right." You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes as he brought one hand to your face and brushed some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "You're always right."

Cherry chuckled lowly. "Well, maybe not always . . . don't tell Kojiro I said that," he warned jokingly.

"Okay," you laughed as well, feeling the nerves begin to flee your body, "I won't."

"Good girl."

Just then, Cherry's phone buzzed atop the desk, startling you both a little. Looking over at the device, Cherry smirked as he picked it up. "See?" He flashed the caller ID toward you, which read Kojiro's name. "He probably just got busy and lost track of time."

You felt relief wash over you like a wave as you lifted your head from Cherry's shoulder so he could answer the call.

Accepting the call, Cherry pressed the device to his ear and tutted his tongue. "You ever hear of calling or texting if you're going to be-" he stopped mid-sentence, his toying expression turning stone-cold in a split-second. You couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the call was saying, but all you had to do was look at Cherry's wide eyes, furrowed brows, and trembling lips to know that it wasn't Joe and that something was wrong.

Suddenly, the wave of relief had transformed into a dark, ominous riptide, dragging you into the darkest parts of your mind and forcing you to conjure the worst things possible. Hands gripping tightly to the front of Cherry's yukata, you willed the conversation to be over so you could find out what was going on.

"Yes." Cherry nodded, the arm that was wrapped around your waist squeezing you tighter as he listened intently. "Yes, I'll be right there . . . okay, thank you."

When the call finally ended and Cherry put the device back down onto the desk, his hands shaking like yours had been minutes before, you watched him closely. He was silent afterward, his hold on you tightening even more. Both his and your own breathing were rapid at this point, the nervous energy radiating off of both of you and only working to make the other person even more uneasy.

"Kaoru." You brought a hand to his face and forced him to look at you. "What happened? Is Kojiro okay?"

Seemingly snapping out of his trance, Cherry gently pushed you off of his lap before he set about collecting things from around the apartment. You could see the cogs turning in his head as he grabbed the car keys from the counter before turning back to pick up his phone once more. All the while, you watched him, a sick feeling rising in your stomach, increasing in intensity the longer you stood there oblivious.

"Kaoru, what happened?!" you asked again.

Cherry glanced up at you in passing as he headed toward the bedroom. "There was a hit-and-run," he said. "We have to go to the hospital."

You felt your heart shatter and sink at the same time, your hand frantically gripping the side of the desk for stability as you watched Cherry's pink head disappear into the bedroom. The pace of your breathing quickened, if that was even possible, and you swallowed a hard lump in your throat—out of everything your brain had imagined, something as bad as a hit-and-run never even crossed your mind.

"D-did Kojiro hit someone or was h-he hit?" The question flew out of your mouth as quickly as it popped into your head. The way that Cherry was reacting already had you assuming which answer was correct, but you felt the need to clarify nonetheless.

Cherry, who was moving from surface to surface, looking for God-knows-what, ignored your question once more—although it was probably fairer to say that he had simply not registered the inquiry instead of ignored it.

The blatant lack of information was slowly started to boil your blood but the last thing you wanted to do was lash out at Cherry, who was clearly going into panic mode.

As your boyfriend passed in front of you, his head on a swivel, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in forcefully for a hug. Wrapping your arms around him tightly, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. At first, Cherry stood stiff in your embrace, but after a moment or so he physically relaxed and melted into your warmth.

You heard him draw in a shuddering breath, his shaking hands slowly coming up to cling to you. As much as he pretended to be indifferent towards Joe, you knew that he cared for him more than anyone else in the world—maybe even more than he cared for you, which you weren't offended by; you knew the two had a long history with one another.

Once you could tell that Cherry had calmed down a little and the roles of worrier and supporter had shifted, you drew back and looked him in the eyes. "Did Kojiro hit someone or was he the one who was hit?" you questioned, surprisingly steadier than before.

Cherry blinked back a tear that was forming in the corner of his eye, his lips trembling as he struggled to form words. "H-he was hit."

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The half an hour it took for you and Cherry to collect your things and drive to the hospital was nothing more than a blur in your mind. Weaving in and out of traffic through the busy, lit-up city, Cherry mumbled details from the phone call to you as they resurfaced in his memory. All in all, he didn't know much, but restating the facts to you—or more accurately, to himself—helped keep his head on straight and his wits about him.

As soon as the two of you reached the hospital, you parked—not even really checking to see if you had parked in a designated spot or not—and rushed inside, hand in hand. The emergency room entrance had been the closest, but the inside was chaotic and had you clinging to Cherry like child afraid to lose their mother as the two of you pushed your way to the reception desk.

Cherry did all of the talking, refusing to let anyone else see him the way you had seen him back at the apartment. Once again, the roles of worrier and supporter had shifted—but at this point, it was probably more accurate to state that you had each taken on both roles, worrying relentlessly and being there for support when the other person started to spiral.

Thankfully, the nurse at the reception desk was kind and patient with the two of you. She understood that standing around talking about specifics was the last thing either one of you wanted, but she worked carefully to draw out your information so she could direct you to the correct floor.

While Cherry listened as intently as he could to the information being provided, you heard a commotion from the other end of the emergency room and looked back over your shoulder just in time to see an ambulance crew wheeling in a patient on a stretcher.

The patient, a man who looked about Joe's age, was bleeding profusely from a wound on his abdomen and screaming bloody murder about how he didn't want to die. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you listened to his pleas for help.

Without even noticing, you began to picture the man as Joe. Had Joe been hurt as badly as that? Had he been crying and screaming when they brought him in? Joe was one of the bravest and most stoic people you had ever met, and he only really cried (rarely) for emotional reasons, like really sad movies, instead of physical ones—but nevertheless, you couldn't help imagining him screaming out, all alone and scared.

"Hey." Cherry rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you out of your daze. "You okay?"

You blinked a few times, tearing your gaze away from the stranger. When you glanced back, the paramedics had wheeled him out of sight and his screams grew fainter and fainter in the distance.

"Y-yeah." You forced a nod of the head. "I'm fine."

"Okay, let's go then," Cherry took your hand in his once more and led you out of the ER and toward a set of elevators. "The nurse checked for me and apparently he was taken up to the third floor. She wasn't on shift when he came in, so she couldn't tell me much."

You nodded once more, unable to find your voice . . . not that you had much to say anyway.

In complete silence, the two of you rode the elevator up to the third floor of the hospital, and following the directions Cherry had been given, arrived at a hospital room with the door cracked open slightly.

Before either of you could look inside, however, a tall man in a white coat approached the two of you. "You're Mr. Nanjo's emergency contacts?" He grabbed a chart from the adjacent nurses' station.

After the two of you confirmed your identities and relation to Joe, the doctor pulled you aside privately and began explaining the situation.

"Based on eye-witness reports on the scene, your . . . boyfriend," he seemed a tad uncomfortable with the polyamorous aspect of your relationship, but relayed the information professionally despite the obvious confusion, " . . . he was crossing the street, presumably to the parking lot across on the other side, when he was struck in the intersection by a drunk driver. Thankfully, he was only clipped and not hit full-on. All things considered, things could have been a lot worse, but he is still in pretty rough shape."

You drew in a sharp breath as your mind began to fog over, your concentration completely fading away. Before long, you were simply standing in place, eyes-glassed over, watching the doctor's mouth move but only picking up the occasional tidbit of information like "fractured rib" and "internal bruising".

Noticing your unsteady stance beside him, Cherry snaked his arm around your body for stability. It took everything he had not to devolve into a shaking mess like you, but he knew that one of you needed to pay attention to this information for Joe's sake; so, despite the overwhelming nauseous feeling in his gut, he nodded along to the doctor's words.

Once the doctor had told you everything there was to tell, he directed you back to the room and told you he would be back in a little while. With full visitation rights, you and Cherry stood in front of the cracked-open door, both too terrified to peek inside just yet.

Then, mustering every ounce of courage you had circulating your system, you placing a trembling palm on the door and gave a gentle push. Without a single creak, the door swung open silently, revealing a small hospital room with a bathroom, large window, armchair, and of course, a bed.

In the bed, the white sheets were completely covering the body of its inhabitant; the mess of green hair atop the pillow the only detail that confirmed to you that it was, indeed, your boyfriend. Joe's face was toward you and Cherry, eyes closed, scrapes and bruises littering his handsome features. There was even a cut that had needed stitches on his forehead.

If it wasn't for the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, you would have assumed he was dead.

"Oh, Kojiro!" you exclaimed, emotion suddenly taking over as you lunged toward the bed. Tears collecting in your eyes, you bent over him and rested your head on his chest, quiet sobs escaping your shuddering body. Finally, you let yourself cry.

"The doctor said he was given some pretty heavy pain medication, so he might be out for a while," Cherry said, coming up beside you and ghosting his fingertips over Joe's cheek. "But he should be okay."

Those five words were the best five words you had heard in your entire life. "He'll be okay," you repeated to yourself in a soft whisper. "You'll be okay." You directed the comment to Joe this time as you ran your fingers slowly through his messy hair. "Karou and I are here now. You're going to be just fine."

"Come on." Cherry placed his hand onto your lower back and guided you to the armchair. "We're in for a long night. Let's sit."

Lowering himself into the rather comfortable chair, Cherry scooted it closer to the bedside before he pulled you into his lap, the two of you sitting and holding each other the same way you had been back home in his desk chair . . . the way you had been sitting before your entire day had turned on its head.

"Don't cry." Cherry wiped a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You know that if Kojiro wakes up and you're crying, it'll just make him upset too and then I'll have two blubbering babies to deal with."

You choked a subtle laugh through the sobs and gasps for air. "Shut up." You smacked his chest lightly as you cuddled further into his chest, your actions effectively contradicting each other. "This is the scariest moment of my entire life," you craned your neck to look at Joe and reached your hand out to grab his limp one, "I'm allowed to cry."

Cherry pressed a kiss to your temple. "I understand . . . this is the scariest moment of my life too. When I first picked up that phone call, for a split second, I thought we had lost him."

"I can't even imagine life without him," you said, trying not to let the dark thoughts invade any more than they already were. "I wouldn't be the same person I am today without him . . . without either of you."

Cherry cracked a small smile, the expressions of amusement completely standing out among the solemn atmosphere in the room.

"What?" you cocked a brow, wondering what had suddenly sparked such joy.

"Nothing, nothing . . ." He tried to play it off, but when it was obvious you weren't going to let him get away that easily, he caved. "I was just thinking about the first day we met you," he let out an airy laugh, "stumbling into his restaurant soaking wet from the rain, seeking shelter like a stray dog."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "Oh, God, don't remind me. Of course I picked the only closed establishment with an unlocked door on the entire block to seek refuge in. The way the two of you just stared at me, glasses of wine in hand while I stood there, dripping and embarrassed. I felt like dying on the spot."

"You were cute," Cherry told you before shrugging nonchalantly. "At least, that's what Kojiro said. I'm pretty sure he fell in love with you right then and there."

"Oh, but not you, mister 'keeps all his emotions locked away until he dies'." You rolled your eyes.

Cherry just smiled. "I may not have declared my undying love for you right on the spot, but as you sat in Kojiro's sweater that damn-near swallowed you whole and sipped steaming tea to try and warm up, I could tell you were going to be special to us."

Finding yourself getting lost in the reminiscing of happy memories, you relaxed into Cherry's arms completely. "It's funny that Kojiro fell for me before you did," you looked up at Cherry and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, "because I fell for you before I fell for him."

Cherry quirked a brow down at you. "You never told me that."

"It wasn't by much so I didn't think it mattered . . . especially since I love you both the same now." You shrugged before elaborating, knowing that Cherry wanted to hear the story. "It was when Kojiro insisted we go to that fancy new restaurant that he wanted to scope out but he had underestimated how hard it would be to find parking, so we ended up having to walk like ten blocks."

Cherry nodded. "The area with the busiest, newest establishments was low on parking on a Friday night. Who would have thought?"

"Exactly," you agreed. "Anyway, we were walking and the wind was cold as fuck. I was shivering because, hey, I thought we'd be walking two or three blocks at most. Then, without even a glance in my direction . . . you just wrapped me in your coat. No words, just actions. I fell in love right then."

The corners of his mouth twisting up into a smile, Cherry kissed you softly. "I fell in love with you that same night," he said, surprising you. "Exactly ten seconds after that when you thrust my coat back into my arms, grumbling about how you would have much rather used the adrenaline from strangling Kojiro to keep you warm."

"I hope you know I appreciated the gesture . . . I just didn't want you to think I was going soft or something." You knew the words sounded beyond stupid as they were coming out of your mouth. "Love makes you crazy."

"That it does," he agreed. "But, for whatever it's worth, I've never once thought you were soft. Especially not that night when you were seconds away from killing Kojiro the entire time."

The two of you broke out into soft fits of laughter, careful to keep the volume down.

"I get hit by a car and even then the two of you can't be bothered to say nice things about me?" a weak voice mumbled from the bed.

Laughter dying out immediately, you and Cherry looked over to see Joe smirking up at you, his eyes slightly droopy and hand slightly squeezing yours.

"Kojiro!" You jumped out of Cherry's embrace and moved to place a kiss on the green-haired man's chapped lips. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

Kojiro winced slightly as he pushed himself up into a slight reclined position in bed. "I think I'm okay," he answered, obviously trying to put on a brave face. "I'm glad you guys are here though," he clocked the glint of concern in your eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you guys a scare."

"Don't apologize," Cherry told him, cupping his cheek with his hand. "We're here for you, whatever you need. We're just glad you're going to be okay."

Kojiro forced a smile, ignoring the aching pain it brought to his bruised and scraped face. "You guys know I love you, right?"

"Of course." You kissed him once more. "We love you too."

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The Sunrise and Your Sins | Chapter 2 (NSFW)

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AAAHHH thank you to everyone who read my first chapter!!! I’m sorry for the super long delay on chapter 2, I’ve been recovering from a car accident so this fanfic kind of lost it’s priority bc I’ve been in pain lol. But I’m feeling better now so new chapters should be coming out faster! 

From this chapter forward, there will be explicit sexual content meant for audiences 18+ so minors please do not engage! or engage and just don’t tell me idk 

All links to car visuals and playlists and art and tags and all that jazz can be found in chapter 1 :) 

Word Count: 14k

New Tags: consensual sex, oral sex(giving and receiving), brat and dom, choking, breeding kink, face sitting 

‘You free this weekend?’ you read the text off of your phone. You groggily glance at the time, which read 3:33 AM. 

‘Depends.’ you respond back to Kuroo.  Two and a half weeks had passed since the last job he worked, meaning it had been two and half weeks since you had seen him and discussed your suspicions about your father. 

‘Friend of mine is throwing a party. Karasuno Killers are gonna be there.’ Kuroo replies. Your pulse quickens, remembering the conversation you and Kuroo had about your brother and his racing team. 

‘I’ll be there.’ you pause before hitting send, questioning if the action you were tempted to make was a good idea. ‘Are you free rn?’ you type, pressing send and locking your phone, setting it down next to you as you stared up at the ceiling. Your heart raced at even the thought of Kuroo, of the idea of being in his presence alone again.

Your phone lit up seconds later. ‘Be there in 15.’ You can feel yourself blushing, and you can’t stop the grin that spread across your face. 

You practically jump out of bed, changing into something casual. A flash of red catches your eye, and you grab Kuroo’s jacket, draping it over your shoulders. You sit back down in bed, impatiently waiting for Kuroo to text you. 

After what felt like an eternity, you finally got a text from him. ‘Here princess.’ You smirk at the use of the nickname, you were starting to get used to hearing him call you princess, and you couldn’t deny the fact that you liked it. 

Moving quietly through the house, you quickly peer over to your father’s office to see if the lights were on. Long work nights were common with him, the only downside being that the computer with access to the security cameras was in that office. Lucky for you, he seemed to be asleep upstairs, so that was one less thing to worry about. 

“Hey there.” Kuroo’s deep voice practically echoed through the quiet night, and you quickly shush him as you lock the front door. He laughs, holding the car door open for you. He shuts it behind you and goes around to his side, climbing in and starting the car. 

“So, where to?” He asks, turning to you, his elbow resting against the center console, a huge grin spread across his face. 

“Anywhere.” You say, anxious to get away from your house, away from your father. It gave you chills thinking about your brother and the connections that were beginning to form, with your father only a few feet away at times. You tried your hardest to act as normal as possible around him, but you knew that eventually he would catch on to your sudden change in behavior. 

“Are you hungry?” Kuroo asks, pulling out his phone and unlocking it. You take a peek at his lock screen, and see a photo of a black cat staring back at you. 

You shrug. “I could eat.” You say, causing Kuroo to chuckle. 

“I know the perfect place.” He says, calling someone. “Hey Haiba, you guys still open?” He pauses as the person named Haiba responds. “Perfect. I’ll be there in 20. Save a table for two.” He pauses yet again. “No you ass, not for Kenma. I’m bringing a girl.” He says, hanging up the phone. 

You laugh at the interaction between them, looking over at Kuroo as he pulls out of the driveway and through the neighborhood. Kuroo glances over at you, smirking when he realizes you were already looking. You quickly look away, staring ahead intensely. 

“You look cute in my jacket.” He says. 

“Does that mean I get to keep it?” You ask playfully, smiling sweetly at him. He laughs, a big grin on his face. 

“I’ll tell you what. You can keep it, but I will need to borrow it from time to time for races. Fair?” He says, holding a hand out for you to shake as he keeps the other on the wheel. 

“Sounds good to me.” You say, grabbing his hand and shaking it. Your fingers graze over the callouses and scars on his knuckles, and you turn his hand over to examine them. 

“Just some work related injuries.” He jokes, squeezing your hand.

“These are from working for my dad?” You ask, your voice quiet, almost out of shame. 

“Yeah.” He responds. You couldn’t hide the painful expression on your face and Kuroo quickly took notice of it. “Nothing to worry about though, princess. I’m tougher than I look, I promise.” He says, winking. Kuroo brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss, making your heart skip a beat and your cheeks glow red. 

He lets go of your hand to switch gears as you enter the city. There are no shops that appear to be open and no one on the street. Kuroo slows down, pulling into a parking lot. 

“It doesn’t look like anything’s open.” You state as Kuroo gets out of the car. 

“Looks can be deceiving.” He says, shutting his car door. You let yourself out, closing the door behind you and turning towards him. He takes your hand and leads you to a small shop with a sign that reads “Haiba Ramen”. From the outside it had looked as though it was closed, but as soon as Kuroo swung the door open, you realized it was anything but.  

There were plenty of people in there, almost all of them wearing racing jackets of different colors, the style similar to Kuroo’s. The smell of ramen was strong and welcoming, your hunger growing as you entered the shop. 

“DK!” You hear someone call out. The patrons of the ramen shop all turn their heads to look at the both of you, and you were met by a chorus of greetings. 

“Someone’s popular.” You quietly comment to him as he leads you to a table away from the crowds. 

“Haiba’s part of Nekoma Crew, part time mechanic, part time ramen shop owner. He’s better at cooking than fixing cars though.” Kuroo motions towards the other patrons in the shop. “These are all racers. The store is closed to the public at 10, but stays open for friends and racers until 5. Me and the team usually have our meetings and get togethers here.” 

“Well who else would let you fuckers in this late at night?” A tall guy with silver hair says, placing two waters on the table. Kuroo gets up to greet him. 

“We’re eternally grateful Lev.” Kuroo jokes, giving Lev a half hug. Lev rolls his eyes as Kuroo sits back down.

“Hi.” You say shyly, giving a small wave to Lev, who smiled down at you. 

“You must be…(y/n).” Lev says holding a hand out for you to shake. 

You scrunch your eyebrows together, shaking his hand. “Uh, how do you know my name?” You ask skeptically, curious as to how he already knew you. 

“DK won’t stop talking about you at the shop. Sometimes it’s like he can’t shut up about you.” Lev smirks, looking over at Kuroo. You look at Kuroo with a face of fake shock, grinning from ear to ear. You see his ears growing red as he avoids your gaze. 

“Your tip is rapidly decreasing the longer this conversation goes on for.” Kuroo says, making you laugh. Lev scoffs, mockingly putting his hands up. 

“Alright, alright. I wouldn’t want to third wheel on your date any longer anyways. Now, what would you two love birds like to eat?” 

Kuroo sighs, putting his face in his hands in distress. The entire exchange made you laugh, getting to see Kuroo as a normal guy instead of a mob henchman was refreshing. Friends, not colleagues. Race cars, not drugs. Not to mention, it gives you butterflies thinking about the fact he talks about you to his crew. 

“Surprise me.” You say, catching Lev’s attention. “Make me whatever you think I’d like. Or whatever you feel like making. I promise I’ll eat anything.” Lev grins brightly, turning towards Kuroo. 

“I like her. Don’t screw this up!” Lev calls out to Kuroo as he walks away to the kitchen to start on whatever it was he would choose to serve you. 

“So you talk about me, huh?” You say, smirking at Kuroo. 

“Maybe.” He says, cheekily grinning at you. “You don’t talk about me to your friends?” 

“I...don’t have friends.” You say, shrugging. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t really leave the house much.” 

“You don’t have any friends?” Kuroo asks, a puzzled expression on his face. 

“Nope.” You say, taking a sip of your water. “I mean, I had friends in high school. But I sort of drifted away from them after graduation and after my brother died.” 

Kuroo nods, knowing that your brother’s death was a touchy topic. “Well, you have to have someone to talk to. Someone you consider a friend.” He says, diverting the conversation away from the dark and depressing stuff. 

You thought to yourself for a second, trying to think of a person you found yourself spending time with and talking to, or even someone that you enjoy being around. “You.” You answer, smiling at Kuroo. “You’re kinda the only person I ever talk to.” 

Kuroo smiles back at you, letting out a small chuckle. “I’m honored, princess.” Kuroo takes your hand in his, planting another gentle kiss on the top of your hand, making you blush. 

“Are you usually up this late?” You ask, getting curious about Kuroo and his life away from you and your family. 

He shrugs, rubbing small circles along your knuckles. “Some nights, if I have a job or if I’m working on something with Kenma. Tonight I just happened to get a text from a friend about the party this weekend, I thought it’d be a good way for you to get in contact with Karasuno.”

“Who’s party is it?” 

“A good friend of mine, Kotarou Bokuto. He’s the leader of Fukurodani Squad, his racing name is Blackjack.” Kuroo answers. 

“Is he…” You pause, wondering the best way to ask if Bokuto’s a criminal. 

“No.” Kuroo says before you can finish your sentence. “He’s just a racer. Him and his crew are pretty well known internationally, so all his income comes from his shop. He’s...just a really good guy. Not a bad bone in his body.” 

“Oh, so you do have normal friends.” You say sarcastically. 

“Well, Fukurodani and Karasuno are the normal teams. They don’t do the shady stuff. Seijoh Brawlers and Nekoma Crew are pretty similar, since only me and Oikawa do the jobs. Kenma gets involved every once and awhile, but it's rare. Inarizaki though, they’re literally all drug dealers. Drug dealers who happen to also be racers.” Kuroo explains. 

“That would explain why Kita doesn’t have a fancy jacket.” You say, remembering the plain black hoodie he wore the last time you saw him. “So it’s just you, Oikawa, and Kita doing the shady stuff?” 

“Yeah, mainly just us. I promise not all racers are big bad guys.” Kuroo jokes to you. 

“You’re not a bad guy.” You say, squeezing his hand gently. “You’re just...someone who works for a bad guy. Bad guy adjacent.” You smile at him, knowing that one of the things that held Kuroo back from pursuing anything with you was the fact he saw himself as the villain. The truth was, maybe the both of you were just bad guy adjacent — not necessarily the villains, but stuck being attached to the bad. 

Kuroo gives you a sad smile, squeezing your hand back. “I guess that’s better than being the evil genius.” You knew exactly who he was talking about, who the evil genius was in this morbid epic that is your life. The mastermind, the puppeteer, the dark hand behind the curtain. Your father. It was a hard pill to swallow, but it was one that you had to, which you and Kuroo both knew. An unspoken acknowledgement of the fact that sooner or later, you would have to face your demons — that regardless of what, or who, they are — Kuroo would be right there beside you. 

Your moment with Kuroo was interrupted by Lev, walking out of the kitchen carrying a plate and a bowl. “Bon appetit love birds.” He says, placing a bowl of ramen in front of Kuroo and a plate of chicken wings in front of you. 

“Thanks Lev. Put it on the shop’s tab.” Kuroo says, digging into his ramen. 

“Thanks Lev.” You say, smiling and picking up a chicken wing. It was still steaming, hot and fresh from the fryer. 

“I hope you two enjoy. DK, you gonna be at Blackjack’s party this Saturday?” Lev asks, turning towards Kuroo. 

“Yeah, we’ll be there. Do you know who the party’s for?” Kuroo asks, picking up a soft boiled egg from his ramen and eating it. 

Lev shrugs, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “No clue. That guy just throws parties for the hell of it. I’ll see you both there!” He says, walking back towards the kitchen. 

You take a bite of the chicken wing, and you instantly understand why Kuroo said he was a great cook. “Holy shit.” You say, looking over at Kuroo. 

Kuroo peers over at you with a mouth full of noodles. “I know.” He says, mouth stuffed to the brim. He finishes chewing and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “A guy on my crew named Yamamoto always gets them. Same with Bokuto.” 

“It seems like you know everyone in Tokyo.” You say, digging into your big plate of wings. Lev also left you a small bowl of rice as well as a cup of miso soup, which you also began digging into. 

Kuroo laughs, picking up more noodles from his bowl. “If they race, I know them.” 

“It also seems like everyone knows you.” You say, thinking back to when you first entered the shop, and all the greetings Kuroo was met with. 

“Well, everyone kinda does. Y’know a title like Drift King isn’t just given to anyone.” He says, smirking at you. You roll your eyes at his arrogance. 

“How lucky am I to be sharing a meal with the great Drift King.” You say jokingly. Kuroo places his chopsticks down, looking across the table at you. 

“Is this not a date?” He asks seriously, eyebrows furrowed. You practically choke on your chicken, which you place down on the table. After wiping your hands on a napkin, you look at Kuroo, who was still staring at you intensely. 

“Was it supposed to be?” You ask shyly, unsure if the miscommunication was on your end or his. 

“Well, I kind of assumed, you asked if I was free. Now we’re eating a meal together. You never really fight it when people talk to us like a couple.” Kuroo says, fidgeting with his spoon that laid in the broth of his ramen. 

You pause for a second, thinking over what he just said. You avert his gaze, staring into your miso soup which had begun to settle and separate. “Did you...want this to be a date?” You ask, looking up at him skeptically. 

“I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to it being a date.” He answers carefully, but with a tone of confidence. “But, if you don’t want it to be, that’s fine.” He says quickly, trying to avoid a bad mood shift between the two of you. 

You pondered again over what he said, and what it would mean for the two of you. Is a relationship the right thing to get into with everything going on? Would it even be appropriate for the two of you to be together? 

“This is a date.” You say, your heart pounding away anxiously as you look into Kuroo’s hypnotizing hazel eyes. He grins proudly at you, all feelings of anxiety going away as soon as you confirmed that this was, in fact, a date. “But, it is just a date. It doesn’t mean anything...specific.” 

He shrugs, picking his chopsticks up to continue eating. “That’s fair. No worries, princess. I’m in no rush here.” 

You smile to yourself, content with the conclusion that you and Kuroo came to. “Thanks. I just don’t think I’m ready for anything serious right now. With everything going on with my dad.” You say, knowing that this was something Kuroo already knew. 

“Yeah, I get it. Bigger fish to fry right now. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” He says, winking at you. 

The two of you had continued to eat in silence, occupied with the delicious food in front of you. At one point, Kuroo had placed a small bundle of noodles into a spoon of broth, holding it out for you. 

“Aw, for me?” You say, leaning over to take the bite. The ramen was perfect, apparently everything Lev made was incredible. 

“What kind of guy doesn’t share his food with his beautiful date?” He says, making you smile. 

“I guess that means you deserve a chicken wing.” You say playfully, placing a wing in the empty bowl that once held your miso soup. “You should feel special, I really don’t share my food.” 

The two of you had finished your meals in silence, simply enjoying one another’s company. It feels as though this small outing was a break from the reality you both dread — rather than playing detective or operating within a gang, you were just a couple out on a date. 

“We better come back here one of these days.” You say, stacking your empty dishes up. You and Kuroo had finished everything, full and happy, now starting to get sleepy. The other racers in the shop had already left, and you could hear Lev cleaning in the kitchen. 

“Fine by me. As long as you still consider it a date.” Kuroo says, getting up from his seat and stretching. You get up as well, and Kuroo holds out a hand for you to take, which you do. Walking alongside him with his hand in yours, you grab onto his arm with your other hand, feeling especially affectionate towards him. 

“See you later Haiba!” Kuroo calls out as the two of you exit the shop, the cool night air breezing past your face, waking you up. 

You let go of Kuroo’s hand to open up your car door, and Kuroo walks around to his side and climbs in. As he turns on the car, the clock reads 5:05 AM. 

“It’s pretty late.” You comment, realizing how tired you had gotten. You lay your head against the car seat, turning your head to look at Kuroo. 

“Yeah, I know. Do you wanna go home now?” He asks, turning towards you to see your drooping eyelids. 

“Hmmm… not just yet. How about you drop me off when the sun comes up?” You ask sleepily. 

“Whatever you want princess.” Kuroo says quietly, starting the car. You rest your eyes as Kuroo begins driving off, feeling content as you drift off to the sound of Kuroo switching gears. You never thought that you’d ever be comfortable enough to fall asleep in someone’s car, given how paranoid your brother’s death had made you. But with Kuroo, you were just so at home, so trusting of him. You almost couldn’t believe that before your first job with Kuroo,  you just saw him as the hot guy who worked for your dad. 

Before you knew it, you were being gently awoken by Kuroo, the sun beginning to peak over the horizon. You didn’t recognize your surroundings, but you weren’t at all worried. There was never anything to worry about if Kuroo was with you. 

“Where are we?” You ask, looking around. It appeared as though Kuroo took you to a park, a bit away from the city. 

“We had some time to kill, I figured you’d want to see the sunrise.” He says, unbuckling his seat belt and turning to look out to the horizon. You do the same, sitting up in your seat and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

After a few moments, you recognize the park Kuroo took you to. “When I was younger, my mom would take me and my brother here.” You say, memories coming back to you. You thought it was strange, how everything seemed to be leading back to your brother lately. It almost felt like a sign. 

“I used to come here a lot too, with Kenma. Maybe we ran into each other once.” Kuroo says, leaning against the armrest. You gently lay your head against his shoulder, wrapping both of your arms around his. 

“What a coincidence that we ended up here.” You say softly, relishing the moment between the two of you. The sun’s rays were barely peeking over the horizon, giving the sky an orange glow. There was a decent amount of overcast, so it gave the sun a softness to it. It was as though the sky was still drowsy, unprepared to make its first appearance for the day. 

“No place I’d rather be.” Kuroo says, barely louder than a whisper. He tenderly places a kiss on the top of your head, staying there for a second longer than expected. 

You slowly move your head up to look at him, your faces closer than they have ever been before. At this distance, you could really study the features on his beautiful face, the dark bags under his eyes from one too many late nights, the small scar on his cheek that was most likely from a job gone wrong, his dark lashes that framed the striking hazel eyes that now stared directly into your own. 

You thought about all the other people that had stared into the same set of eyes you were now gazing into — all the women who knew him intimately, the friends who saw the good in him, the enemies who saw the evil, those whose last moments were spent looking down the barrel of a gun into these hazel eyes. To them, it probably felt like staring into the gates of hell, but for you, it felt like home. Kuroo felt like home. 

His lips slowly graze against yours, almost tentative, trying to read the situation as it happens in real time. A simple ask, a gentle whisper of a question against your lips, inquiring if this was okay. 

In a surge of confidence, your lips crash against his, urgency in your kiss, borderline desperation. Had you been pining for Kuroo all this time? More importantly, was he? 

His hand gently made its way up to your face, as yours snaked behind his neck, pulling him closer. His other hand moved underneath his jacket that you wore, wrapping around your waist. You felt the calluses on his fingertips, rough against the smooth skin of your lower back. 

The sun began beaming into the car, bringing the both of you into the light. It felt euphoric, being bathed in morning sun as you kissed Kuroo. Your heart raced in excitement as you felt Kuroo smile against your lips, and you gently sigh as he pulls away to look into your eyes. 

He grins at you, his eyes studying every detail of your face. You smile back at him, feeling pure bliss. 

“You kinda taste like chicken wings.” Kuroo says, chuckling softly. He gently runs his thumb against your cheek, admiring your face. 

You close your eyes, shaking your head at his stupid comment. You laugh, realizing that the goofiness, the silly jokes and banter that you and Kuroo share is the reason why there were never any doubts in your mind with him. Kuroo could make you laugh despite all the darkness in your life, and that is what made you feel the way you felt. Maybe it was love, but maybe it was too soon to tell. Maybe being the girl in the passenger seat was enough for you at this time. 

“Well you taste like ramen.” You say, your voice hoarse. 

“What a pair we make.” Kuroo says, placing one last tender kiss on your lips. 

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“Sweetheart, come here for a moment.” You hear your father call out to you from the hallway. You let yourself into his office, and find Kuroo sitting in the chair in front of his desk. 

“What’s going on?” You ask tentatively, sitting next to Kuroo. 

“Your dad has some questions. About us.” Kuroo says. 

“Us?” You question, looking at Kuroo. He wore a poker face perfectly, staring directly at your father with an unwavering gaze. 

“I know you two are getting close. And (y/n), sweetheart, you know I trust you. And Tetsurou, you have earned my trust over the years with your loyalty to this family. I just need to know what exactly is happening with you two.” Your father says. 

“We’re friends.” You say quickly, crossing your arms defensively. 

“Friends?” Kuroo asks, breaking his cool demeanor to look over at you. Your father raises an eyebrow, looking between you and Kuroo curiously as you try to figure out what this relationship is. 

“Maybe more than friends. Someday. Not right this moment. But a strong maybe.” You answer shortly, fumbling over your words. 

“I see.” Your father sees, nodding his head. “Are you two...being safe?” 

“Dad!” You say, embarrassed by this interrogation. 

“Yes, sir. Well, there hasn’t been anything that requires...safety, but when it does — IF! If it does, we will be safe. You have my word.” Kuroo says. You could hear his nerves getting the best of him, and you couldn’t help but find it entertaining how scared he sounds as he practically word vomits to your father. 

“Good.” Your father says shortly, awkwardly adjusting in his seat. “Now, for business...I don’t know if I’m okay with (y/n) being seen with you.” 

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“Our family is a moving target for a lot of people, especially the Nohebi Clan. I don’t know if it’s the best idea for the two of you to be going out in public.” 

“I understand, sir.” Kuroo says, in his eyes you could see his disappointment. 

“Dad, that’s ridiculous.” You say, getting fed up with the passivity of the conversation. “I’m going to be leading the Sakanoshita family one day. I’m a target no matter what. But no one will take me seriously when I do take over if I’m locked away all the time. People need to know me. They need to know who’s going to be the next King of Tokyo.” 

“But you just had your first job. You’re jumping into this too quickly.” Your father argues. 

“Keishin had years of training. I’m playing a game of catch up here, and I think the more experience I have, the better. I can’t run an empire from the confines of this house, dad.” Again, playing the dead brother card. It’s a tricky one to play, but it always works. 

Your father sighs, folding his hands in front of him. “You sure know how to argue.” 

“I learned from the best.” You say, smirking. 

“I’ll make a deal with you.” Your father turns toward Kuroo. “You’re getting a promotion. You’re now (y/n)’s bodyguard. She goes somewhere, you follow. If she wants to go somewhere that is potentially dangerous, don’t allow it. And you.” He turns back towards you once more. “You don’t go anywhere without him. You can go out, be social, earn your place here as a Sakanoshita. Let people learn who’s the next King of Tokyo.” 

You grin, knowing that you would be able to reach an agreement with your father. “Sounds like a deal. Kuroo and I will be going to a party this Saturday.” 

As you proudly saunter out of your father’s office, he calls out a question. “What party?” 

“Racer party. Gotta make sure everyone knows the new Sakanoshita boss.” You call out, walking out the door and down the hallway, leaving Kuroo and your father to their business meeting. 

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You could hear the party before you could see it, the music blasting so loud it could be heard from down the street. Even this far from the house, there were already cars parked along the side, all shiny and suped up like Kuroo’s. A lot of time had passed since your last real social outing, but you were at ease knowing Kuroo would be there with you. 

“Just a fair warning, Bokuto is...very loud.” Kuroo says, slowly driving past all the cars and making his way to the driveway of the house. The house was very modern, with a long driveway leading up to a white home with a balcony in the front, huge windows letting you peek in to see all the people inside. The music continued to grow louder and louder as you drew closer to the house, and the cars got nicer as well. Apparently only the people with fancy cars got the good parking spots. 

“How loud are we talking?” You ask Kuroo as he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. 

“Like...imagine the exact polar opposite of Kenma. Then make it louder. That’s Bokuto.” Kuroo explains as he gets out of the car. You do the same, walking over to his side and grabbing his hand. The two of you walk up the stairs to the door, and Kuroo swings it open without knocking. And just like that, you were officially at your first street racer party. 

“Hey, it’s DK!” You hear someone shout distantly, followed by a chorus of greetings. It was just like the ramen shop, everyone being so quick to greet Kuroo. 

“Hey everyone.” Kuroo says loudly, greeting everyone at once. He pulls your hand so you’re standing in front of him, leading the way into the party. Everyone gawks at you as Kuroo places a hand on your waist, coaxing you to walk further into the house. 

“Does everyone know you? Should I start getting used to that sort of greeting?” You ask, maneuvering your way through the crowd. 

Kuroo laughs, giving your belt loop a tug and pulling you into him, your back crashing into his strong chest. “Eventually people will start saying DK and (y/n).” He says into your ear, kissing you on the cheek. You smirk at his comment, a part of you enjoyed the attention everyone was giving you as Kuroo held you against his body. He really knew every way to feed into your ego, and you really did love it. 

“HEY HEY HEY! IS THAT MY BOY DK?!” you hear a loud, chaotic voice say from the kitchen. You and Kuroo turn your heads to find the source, and you see a tall, muscular guy with spiky grey hair grinning at the both of you. You notice the grey bomber jacket he wore, meaning that he was a racer like Kuroo and Oikawa. His appearance was a bit intimidating, and his features were almost...owl-like. 

“BOKUTO!” Kuroo yells, letting go of your hand to greet the host of the party. The two tall, well built men embrace in a hug, clapping each other on the back. You stand there, smiling at this new side of Kuroo. You understood what he meant by Bokuto making him feel more normal. 

“Good to see you dude! Hey, Lev mentioned you were bringing a girl! Where is she?!” Bokuto asks excitedly, looking around to try and spot you. 

“Right here.” You answer, moving to stand next to Kuroo. “I’m (y/n). And I’m assuming you’re the infamous Bokuto?” 

Bokuto laughs, throwing his head back. “Infamous, eh? That must mean DK’s been talking about me.” 

“I figured I should warn her on what she’d be walking into.” Kuroo says slyly, wrapping an arm around you. You found it endearing how affectionate Kuroo acts with you, making sure to keep you close. 

“Glad I didn’t scare ya away.” Bokuto jokes, grinning at you. “Well, DK here is like a brother to me, so by extension that makes you family. Both of you just make yourselves right at home, drink whatever you want and let me know if you need anything. Mi casa es su casa, as Cypher would say. Well, he probably wouldn’t say that, but it’s definitely Spanish.” 

You laugh, smiling up at Bokuto. Kuroo was right, he really is just a genuinely nice guy. Bokuto was a refreshing change from the usual dark and scary stuff  that you and Kuroo dealt with. 

“Say, speaking of Cypher, where is the punk?” Kuroo asks, looking around. 

“Upstairs with the rest of the Brawlers. Your guys are out back. Say, you guys want anything to drink?” Bokuto asks, turning to the counter full of liquor. 

“None for me. Gotta make sure someone gets home safe.” Kuroo says, squeezing your shoulder. 

“Well look at you being all chivalrous!” Bokuto says, playfully punching Kuroo’s arm. “Anything for you, (y/n)?”  

“Sure, I’ll drink whatever.” You say, unsure of what to ask for. High school parties were one thing, but what the hell are you supposed to drink at a street racer’s party? 

“One mystery drink coming right up.” Bokuto says, turning around. “Akaashi!” 

A handsome guy with short dark brown hair turns at the sound of his name. “Can you make a drink for (y/n) pretty please?” Bokuto asks, grinning at him. Akaashi nods, putting his cup down and picking up an empty one for you. He pours some random bottles of liquor and some more random juices into a cup, handing it to you. 

“Thanks.” You say, taking the cup. You take a sip, and to your surprise, it wasn’t disgusting. 

“Akaashi’s kinda the drink expert. And car expert. He’s kinda good at everything.” Bokuto says, noticing your look of amazement. Akaashi rolls his eyes behind him, but you notice his ears flushing red at Bokuto’s compliment. “I’m gonna go be a good host and do my host thing, but I’ll find you two later!” Bokuto turns away from the both of you, walking towards the crowd of people outside. 

“Oh and DK!” Bokuto calls out loudly, making plenty of people turn towards Kuroo. “I’m glad to see you’re finally off the market! No more bachelor’s life for you!” 

“Bachelor’s life?” You question, looking up at him skeptically. Prying eyes peered over at the two of you, no doubt trying to sneak a peek at the great DK and the girl that took him off the market.

“Don’t worry about it.” He answers, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact. Of course he was a lady’s man before you, just look at him. But just how many girls were in your place before you got there? 

Kuroo takes your hand, leading you upstairs to where Cypher was. The two of you found him lounging on a couch with a bunch of other guys wearing jackets similar to his, talking and laughing with a bottle of expensive looking tequila in his hand. 

“Hola amigo.” Kuroo says in a mocking tone, sitting next to Cypher. You sit next to Kuroo, and he puts his arm around you possessively. 

“Hola lovers.” Oikawa slurs, lazily placing an arm around Kuroo. “Good to see you didn’t scare princesa away.” He says, nodding to you. 

“You’re (y/n).” You hear someone say from the opposite end of the couch. You turn your head to see a guy with tan skin and short spiky brown hair staring at you. 

“Uh, yeah.” You say, caught off guard by how many people already knew you. Seriously, how often did Kuroo talk about you? 

“Oh, sorry.” He says, appearing to snap himself out of deep thought. “Cypher was telling us about the last job and mentioned you. Just put two and two together. I’m Iwaizumi.” He says, getting up and extending a hand to you. You shake his hand, smiling at him. 

“That’s right, I was telling a story! Now, as I was saying…” Oikawa continues on, recounting the events of the job that you accompanied them on, silver tequila sloshing around in the glass bottle as Oikawa wildly gestures with his hands as the story progresses. 

“So Sly Fox had the cargo the entire time?” Iwaizumi asks, looking at us skeptically. 

“The entire time.” Kuroo says, nodding. “Speaking of the Sly Fox, where is he?” 

“Outside with your crew.” a scary looking guy with deep set eyes answers. His hair looked very unique, a bleach blonde buzz cut with two black stripes running around his head. 

“Thanks Mad Dog.” Kuroo says, getting up, dragging you with him. “Cypher, let’s go. Got some work talk to do with Sly Fox.” Oikawa clumsily gets up, taking the tequila with him. 

The three of you walk down the stairs and out the backdoor, where you immediately see a group of guys sitting around a fire pit, half of them wearing black, and the other half wearing Nekoma bombers. 

“Sly Fox!” Kuroo calls out, getting Kita’s attention. He looks up from his rolling tray, blunt in hand. “We got some business to talk about. You too, Snake Eyes.” He says, pointing at Kenma. 

Kita nods, looking over at his guys and motioning for them to leave the area. Kuroo does the same, and the Nekoma Crew minus Kenma leave. You, Oikawa, and Kuroo each take a seat around the fire. 

“What are we talking about?” Kenma asks, looking over at you and Kuroo. Kita continues to roll, and Oikawa slouches in his seat, taking sips from his bottle. 

“Yeah, what are we talking about fellas?!” Bokuto says with a grin on his face, walking up to the group of you and grabbing a seat. You couldn’t help but smile at his behavior, his charisma. 

“Work stuff, Bokuto.” Kuroo answers, giving Bokuto a warning look. 

“Oh! Got it! Say no more, plausible deniability and all that jazz. You guys let me know if you need me!” He says, getting up immediately and walking away with haste. The entire time the grin on his face never wavered, he didn’t seem the least bit offended by being kicked out of the conversation.

“Bokuto knows the stuff we do, but we keep him out of it. He’s...a bit soft for our line of work. And he knows if he hears anything, he could get in trouble. So, he stays away.” Kita explains, licking his rolling paper and sealing the blunt. 

“We got some new intel from the boss.” Kuroo says. Oikawa sits up, paying attention now that the real business talk had started. “We may know who gave the anonymous tip during the last job.” 

“Someone we know?” Kenma asks. 

Kuroo nods. “Suguru Daishou. Fangs. He’s the lead for the Nohebi Clan.” 

“Nohebi?” You ask. Everyone looks over at you. “They used to work for my dad.”

“What happened to them?” Kita asks, lighting his blunt and getting it started. 

“Daishou crossed my family, I guess he was trying to make a name for himself by taking on my dad. Didn’t end well.” You say, remembering overhearing your father’s work conversations with Fangs when you were in high school. 

“Which would explain the grudge he has, and why he tried to bust us.” Kenma says. 

“But how would he know about the move? There were no other cars on the road that night.” Oikawa points out, setting his bottle down. 

“That’s the million dollar question. We still don’t know how he knew, but we do know he has eyes on us. Which means you guys and your teams need to be careful, at least until the Daishou problem is sorted out. Sound good?” Kuroo asks, looking at Oikawa and Kita. They both nod, understanding the risk that the Nohebi Clan posed. 

“I’ll see what I can find out about Fangs and Nohebi.” Kenma says, which Kuroo nods to. 

“Thank you. The more we know, the better.” Kuroo glances at you, meeting your eyes. “Any of you guys know where Karasuno Killers are?” He asks, looking around the group. 

“Upstairs living room. You got business with them?” Oikawa asks, looking over at you. 

“Something like that.” Kuroo says, taking your hand and standing up. “We’ll catch you guys later.” 

“See ya.” You say, giving a half wave with your cup in your hand. You follow behind Kuroo, once again going through the house and up the stairs. You were keenly aware of the eyes that seemed to follow your every move, and you couldn’t help but notice that they were almost entirely female. What, was Kuroo such a hot commodity that you being with him tonight was a headline? 

“See that, you pulled the E brake too soon.” You hear someone say from the partially shut door. You and Kuroo had made it to the room that Oikawa said the Karasuno Killers were in. 

“You guys watch racing footage at parties?” Kuroo questions, slowly opening the door. Inside, there were three guys sitting on a couch in front of a TV that appeared to be playing a video of a street race. 

“Not everyone is blessed with your drifting skills, DK.” One of the guys say, getting up to greet him. He had a warm smile, dark brown eyes, and short brown hair. Him and Kuroo give each other one of those bro hugs, and afterwards he turns to look at you. 

“I don’t think we’ve met.” He says, extending his hand to you. “Daichi Sawamura. Mechanic for Karasuno Killers.” 

“(y/n) Sakanoshita.” You say, shaking his hand. He raises his eyebrows slightly at surprise, no doubt at the mention of your family name.

“Sakanoshita?” Another guy with a buzzcut and a gruff voice says from behind Daichi.

“As in the King of Tokyo Sakanoshita?!” The third guy says, his voice higher in pitch. He wore his brown hair spiked up, with a single blonde streak right in the middle.

“Please excuse these two dumbasses, they’re not the best socially.” Daichi smiles apologetically, moving to invite you and Kuroo to join them on the couch. Behind you, Kuroo shuts the door. 

“You said you’re a Sakanoshita?” The buzzcut one repeats, staring at you intensely. 

“Tanaka, chill.” Daichi warns, looking over at him. 

“Yeah Tanaka, you’re gonna scare her away.” The guy with the blonde streak jokes, punching Tanaka in the arm. 

“Oh shut it, Noya.” Tanaka says, shoving him back. “Sorry. My sister knew someone with that last name.” He says, looking over at you once more.

“You’re Saeko’s brother?” You ask him, getting his attention. He looks surprised, almost a little scared by his sister’s name being mentioned. 

“How do you know my sister?” He asks, his voice taking on a threatening tone. 

“Yeah, what’s your business with big sis?” Noya asks, eyes darting between you and Kuroo. 

“Take it easy, guys. We mean no harm, I swear it on my crew.” Kuroo says in a peaceful tone. Tanaka and Noya lighten up, but continue to stare at you skeptically. 

“Keishin Ukai was my brother.” You say, causing the three men from Karasuno to sit straight up, simply from the mention of his name. “I know he dated your sister, and I want to talk to her.” 

“No one talks to big sis. Especially not strangers.” Noya says, leaning back against the couch. 

“You’re Black Lungs’ sister?” Daichi asks, looking at you with curiosity. 

“Yeah. He raced under the name Ukai to get away from my family. And I know about the accident. I’m sorry Tanaka.” You say sincerely, looking at Tanaka. You didn’t know to what extent Saeko was injured, but you assumed that she had to have taken some amount of damage. 

Tanaka shrugs, looking away. “It’s all good. Why do you need to talk to my sister?” 

“I need to know the truth about my brother. About how he died. And I heard that your sister and my brother were pretty close, I just want to talk to her about him.” You say, nearly begging. 

Tanaka sat for a second, thinking of a response. “My sister...she doesn’t talk to many people nowadays. She hasn’t been the same since your brother passed. Black Lung was her soulmate, or whatever.” He says awkwardly, shifting in his seat. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to put her through reliving that night just for your sake. I really am sorry, (y/n), about your brother. He was a cool dude.” 

You sigh, taking a long drink from your cup. You had a feeling it would go like this, but you couldn’t help feeling disappointed by the outcome. 

“We think we know the truth about his death.” Kuroo says, making everyone in the room look at him. “We know it wasn’t an accident.” You knew he was taking a risk saying this, telling these guys the suspicions you held. He was gamlbing with the only intel the two of you had. 

“What do you mean the truth? His death was a tragic accident and that’s that.” Daichi says in an assertive tone. 

“Daichi, it’s okay.” Tanaka says quietly, his eyes not moving from your own. “You two know the truth? Or just theories?” He questions you. 

“We...have theories. But I think that talking to your sister will help point us in the right direction. Or maybe even give us exactly what we need to prove our theories.” You say, trying your hardest to convince Tanaka. 

Tanaka sighs, looking at the TV, which remained paused on a frame of an orange Mitsubishi. “I don’t know.” 

“No one knows you.” Noya points out, getting your attention. “You don’t belong to any crew, I know you’re here with DK but you aren’t officially a part of Nekoma. Everyone knows your dad is a shady dude. And Saeko shouldn’t have to relive Black Lung’s death for a stranger.” 

“You’re right.” You say, knowing that everything he was saying was correct. You were a stranger, the idea of a dead street racer’s little sister suddenly coming out of hiding to ask a thousand questions about her brother’s death was far fetched, even for you. “You guys have no reason to trust me, or to let me talk to Saeko. But I’m desperate. I just — I need to know what happened to my brother. I’ll do anything.” 

“What do you think Saeko would want? What would she have (y/n) do to prove herself?” Kuroo asks. 

“I know exactly what she would want.” Tanaka says, sighing and sitting up. “A race. A memorial for Black Lung. We haven’t had one for a while, but the last time she had one, all the money raised from it went to...a memorial fund. For your brother.” 

“A memorial fund? For Keishin?” You question, uncertain why the son of a millionaire needed a memorial fund. 

“It goes to Saeko. Helps keep the shop open, and funds her research into what happened to your brother.” Daichi answers. 

“So I’m not the only one with theories.” You say, beginning to understand. “I’m assuming it goes to P.I.’s, buying access to private files, stuff like that?” 

“We can neither confirm nor deny that.” Noya says in a robotic tone, like it was a line he was taught to say. 

“If we do the memorial race, who’s racing?” Kuroo asks, changing the topic. 

“Me.” You answer immediately, making everyone look at you in shock. “A Black Lung memorial race, with his little sister making her racing debut. It could be big. Raise a lot of money. I know the type of power my family name has in this city.” 

“And it would prove to Saeko that you’re serious about meeting her.” Daichi points out. 

“Okay, how about this.” Tanaka says, shifting in his seat once more. “You and me, headline race. If we can get some more racers in on this, then great. If you win, you can meet Saeko. If you don’t, then oh well. At least she’ll get some more funds for her...side project.” 

“I can get some more racers in on this.” Kuroo says. 

“Perfect. We got a deal, you two?” Daichi asks, looking between you and Tanaka. You nod, sticking your hand out. 

“Deal.” Tanaka says, shaking your hand.

“Looks like we got a race to plan.” Daichi says, grinning at Kuroo. 

Kuroo smirks, getting up. “I’ll go start recruiting some more racers.” 

You follow Kuroo, getting up and heading for the door. “I’ll see you on the road, cue ball.” You say, smirking at Tanaka. You slowly head out, leaving the door cracked open. 

“HA! CUE BALL! Get it, cause you’re freakin bald!” Noya yells, cackling with laughter. You chuckle, their conservation fading out as you walk with Kuroo back downstairs. 

For about an hour or so, you and Kuroo went around the party, mingling with racers, recruiting them for the Black Lung memorial. You got at least enough people for three more races. So far, the lineup was you vs. Tanaka, Kuroo vs. Bokuto, Iwaizumi vs. Atsumu Miya from Inarizaki, and Oikawa vs. Kita. Kuroo pointed out that there would be a good turnout for the memorial given how many great racers were on the bracket, which made you both nervous and hopeful. 

“So, since when do you race?” Kuroo asks you, sitting down on the couch. 

“I’m pretty sure I can figure it out.” You say, sitting down next to him, draping your legs over his. “Gas pedal makes car go vroom vroom. Seems simple enough.” You joke to him, making him roll his eyes. 

“Sounds like someone needs a teacher.” He says, leaning closer to you. 

“Sounds like someone wants to teach me.” You say, closing the gap between the two of you, kissing him. 

A buzz from your pocket interrupts you, causing you to pull away from Kuroo and take your phone out. 

‘Call me now.’ the text read from your dad. Kuroo saw it over your shoulder, and immediately sat up. 

“Dad, is everything okay?” You ask, trying to drown out the sound of the party. 

“You need to get out of there, have Kuroo take you somewhere safe. Nohebi is looking for us.” Your dad says in a rushed tone. You hear some shuffling on his end, and your mother’s voice in the distance. 

“What? Nohebi knows I’m here?” You ask. Kuroo looks at you with concern, seemingly ready to get up and run at any moment. 

“Daishou has eyes everywhere. Don’t come home, your mother and I won’t be here. Tell Kuroo to protect you no matter what.” There’s a brief moment of silence between the two of you. “Your mom and I love you, sweetheart. We’ll see you soon.” Three beeps signal the end of the call. 

“We need to go. Nohebi’s coming.” You say, jumping up. Kuroo follows suit. 

“I’ll let the guys know.” Kuroo says, beginning to race towards the backyard where Inarizaki, Seijoh, and Nekoma were hanging out. 

You follow him out, trailing behind him as he approaches Cypher and Sly Fox. Before you can catch up to him, he’s already heading back towards you, taking your hand and dragging you through the house and out the front door. 

“Will everyone be okay?” You ask him, running to the car. You hop in, Kuroo doing the same and turning the car on. 

“Between Seijoh, Inarizaki, and Nekoma, they have Nohebi outnumbered three to one. They won’t try anything at a party this crowded. Daishou’s too smart to fight a losing battle.” Kuroo says, immediately racing away from the party, the houses of the neighborhood zooming past your line of sight. “The gangs aren’t the target anyways. We are.” 

As if on cue, you see in the rearview mirror three cars pull up to the party, and Daishou climbs out of one of them. He was vaguely familiar, you could barely recall seeing him in your father’s office, but you knew that he would recognize you and Kuroo in a heartbeat. 

“We got out just in time.” You say, looking over at Kuroo. 

“Barely. We’re not in the clear just yet princess, still need to get somewhere safe.” Kuroo says shortly, continuing to fly down the empty Tokyo streets. “We don’t know if Daishou had eyes on us as we left. And as soon as he realizes we aren’t there, they’re gonna be all over the city looking for us.” 

“So where do we go?” You ask him. 

Kuroo pauses, staring out at the freeway in front of the two of you. “My safehouse. It’s under a bogus name, in an old neighborhood. They won’t know to look there.” 

You nod, sighing and rubbing your eyes. You didn’t feel even the slightest bit tipsy from the drink you had earlier. How did the night go bad so quickly?

“Hey.” Kuroo says gently, reaching over to hold your hand. “Everything will be okay. As soon as we’re at the safehouse, we’ll be in the clear. And I’m sure your mom and dad are somewhere safe as well.” 

His reassurance goes a long way, easing your nerves and allowing you to relax a little. There was no use stressing yourself out while you’re stuck in the car, driving to an unknown destination. 

After about 50 minutes of silent driving, Kuroo finally pulls off of the freeway and enters an old, run down neighborhood. Everything was quiet, and the streetlights overhead were flickering in the darkness. 

“Home sweet home.” Kuroo says, pulling into an alley next to an apartment building. He turns the car off, going to the trunk. You get out as well, watching Kuroo as he drapes a large tarp over the car. A bright red luxury car would definitely stand out in a neighborhood like this. 

Kuroo takes your hand and leads you up the apartment complex stairs to a door labeled ‘A402’. With one of the many keys on his keychain, Kuroo unlocks the door, opening it for you. 

There wasn’t anything very special about the apartment, it seemed like the type of place a person would crash at for a night or two then leave. A small but functional kitchen, a modestly sized living area with a couch and a TV. As you continue further into the apartment, you see a quaint bathroom with a standing shower, and a bedroom barely big enough to fit a full sized bed. 

“There’s some pillows and stuff in the hall closet. And some extra clothes in the bedroom.” Kuroo says, setting his keys on the counter and pulling out his phone. As you reach for a light switch, Kuroo stops you. “Wait, don’t. We shouldn’t make it look like anyone’s home, just in case. At least until I hear back from Kenma.” 

Although his paranoia seemed a bit much for you, you knew that it was for a good reason. If the Nohebi Clan was enough of a threat to make your father go into hiding, no precaution was too extreme. 

“I’m gonna go change.” You call out to him, grabbing a spare shirt and pair of men’s boxers from the bedroom closet. You gently close the door, beginning to strip off your party outfit and changing into Kuroo’s clothes. 

After taking a moment to recollect your thoughts, you decide there was no use worrying about things that were out of your control. Your mother and father, the race that you volunteered for, even the party you just fled from. What was in your control, however, was the bed.

“I’ll put some sheets on the bed.” You shout out to Kuroo once more, grabbing the pillows and sheets from the closet. It felt almost hotel-like, the way everything was pristine and untouched. At least you knew this wasn’t the sort of place Kuroo took other girls. 

“Perfect.” You say, fluffing the pillows one last time, then stepping back to admire your work. 

“I heard back from Kenma.” Kuroo says, pushing the door open and entering the room. He flops onto the bed, ruining your perfect sheets and collapsing your freshly fluffed pillows. 

You sigh in annoyance, closing your eyes to keep your cool. “What did he say?” You ask, sitting next to Kuroo. 

“Everything’s all good. Daishou and his guys showed up, asked for us. Oikawa and Kita were waiting for them, so they barely even made it past the front door. Told them we left a while ago, and that they didn’t know where we went.” Kuroo rubs his forehead with his hands, pushing his hair back. In the dim light that radiated from the street lamps outside, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. 

“No one got hurt? Are they still out looking for us?” You ask, your brain going a thousand miles an hour. 

“Everyone's fine.” Kuroo says gently, taking your hand. “From what Kenma knows, they gave up looking for us and now they’re trying to find your dad. I think they’re assuming I brought you to them.” 

You breathe another sigh of relief. The two of you were finally in the clear, finally safe, at least for tonight. “So we’re okay? At least for now?” 

“For now, yes. In the morning Kenma will let me know if we’re all clear to go back to your place. But for right now, we’re safe.” Kuroo says, turning over to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your thigh. 

“We’re safe.” You whisper to yourself, running your fingers through Kuroo’s unruly black hair. The moment of calm being shared between the two of you is disrupted by a loud rumbling from your stomach. 

“You hungry?” Kuroo asks, grinning against your leg. 

“Maybe.” You say, realizing how hungry you’ve been all night. Is eating at parties still not cool, or was that only a high school thing? You didn’t see anyone else eating at Bokuto’s, so you assume it still wasn’t. Or maybe you were too worried about everyone staring at you to notice if anyone was eating. 

“I’ll go grab some stuff at the convenience store.” Kuroo says, getting up and grabbing his jacket. “Onigiri?” 

“And some ramen please.” You request politely, smiling sweetly at him. “Be careful.” 

“Always am, princess.” He says, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. 

Kuroo exits the room and you hear the front door shut and lock. You found yourself in a silent, dark apartment, alone. 

‘Might as well see if the TV works.’ you think to yourself, getting up and walking to the living room and plopping down on the couch. Just like the bed, it felt brand new, as if you were the first person to sit on it. 

After flicking the TV on, you mindlessly scroll through channels, trying to find something to occupy your mind. It felt wrong, how everything was so dangerous and scary tonight, but all that you could think of was that one thing Bokuto said. ‘No more bachelor’s life for you!’ What does that even mean? 

Grabbing your phone, you realize that you really had no one to talk to. Normal girls would text their best friend, or even just a regular friend when they want to talk about boy problems. Normal girls, with normal friends and safe lives. Maybe Kuroo really is the only person you talk to. 

You scroll through your recent messages, trying to find anyone to talk to. Dad — no. For obvious reasons. Mom — maybe on a regular day, but not right now. Kuroo — big no, for even more obvious reasons. Dentist — yeah, if you were really that desperate. 

“I guess I could talk to myself.” You mutter out loud. After a moment of lonesome silence, you sigh. “Yeah, no. I’m not that crazy.” 

What kind of bachelor’s life was Kuroo living before you came along, before that early morning watching the sunrise? You always assumed he was the no strings attached sort of guy, considering the type of work he does. But then again, the only times you ever saw him was when he was working. Maybe the Kuroo you knew was just one side, the professional side. Of course he let his guard down around you, joking and flirting when you were alone. It had been that way for as long as you could remember, since Kuroo started working for your dad. But maybe that was just another side, the side for girls he was interested in. Maybe you weren’t the only one who got to see that side. You saw two out of however many sides he has — the flirt and the henchman. Maybe you didn’t know him at all. 

The sound of the front door creaking open draws you out of your thoughts, and you look up to see Kuroo with a convenience store bag filled with food. 

“I wasn’t sure which onigiri you’d want, so I got one of each.” He says, plopping a bag filled with various onigiris onto the living room table. “And I got two ramens, spicy and regular. I’ll take whichever one you don’t want.” 

“Spicy please.” You say, chuckling at how much food Kuroo got for just the two of you. Kuroo shrugs his jacket off, leaving it on the couch. Grabbing the bag with the ramen, he walks into the kitchen, flicking the lights on. 

“One spicy ramen coming right up.” He says, pulling a pot out of the cupboard. You grab a salmon onigiri from the bag in front of you, unwrapping it and taking a bite. 

“How often do you use this place?” You ask, watching Kuroo as he fills the pot with water and puts it on the stove. 

“Once in a blue moon, really. If a job goes wrong and I need a place to lay low, I stay here. Or if I need a place to crash and don’t feel like driving home.” He answers. 

“Where do you live, anyways?” 

“Close by the Nekoma shop, same building as Kenma. We talked about being roommates for a while, but we agreed we’d probably start hating one another.” Kuroo chuckles to himself, walking back to the living room to grab an onigiri for himself. 

“So it’s just you?” You ask, trying to steer the conversation in your favor. 

“Me and Yoruichi.”

“Yoruichi?” You ask, feeling like you knew the name from somewhere. Maybe an old anime?

“My cat.” He says, grinning. “I found her on a job, actually. She kept following me around and just jumped into my car when I wasn’t looking.” 

“Sounds like a pretty good life.” You say, trying your hardest to be subtle. “A bachelor’s life.” Okay, not so subtle. 

“I knew you were still thinking about that.” Kuroo says, laughing. “You know you can just ask me stuff. No need to try and jump over hurdles trying to talk to me.” 

“I’m not really good at this.” You admit. “You know...talking. Being open. Relationship stuff.” 

“Relationship, huh?” Kuroo asks, turning to you and smirking. The pot of water behind him was at a rolling boil, letting steam into the kitchen. 

You roll your eyes, your cheeks were definitely blushing but you hope that Kuroo couldn’t see it in the dim light. “Whatever this is.” You say quietly, knowing that a real label was the last thing either of you were thinking of with all the things you both were dealing with. 

“Like I said, ask me anything.” Kuroo says, his back turned to you as he stirred the ramen. 

“What did Bokuto mean by ‘a bachelor’s life’?” You ask, getting up to join Kuroo in the kitchen. You lean against the counter opposite the stove, staring at Kuroo’s muscular back. 

“I was...definitely a bachelor. For a while.” Kuroo says, back still turned to you. 

“Like...you had…” you say, trailing off. You were torn between saying “hoes” or “bitches”.

“I had...some girls that I spent time with. Nothing serious, though. I always made sure to keep things casual.” The conversation felt tense, slowly but surely growing more and more awkward as more details were being revealed. 

“I don’t really care about how many there were.” You say quickly, reassuring Kuroo and clearing some of the tension. “I don’t care who they are either. But is there anyone I should be worried about? It felt like everyone was staring at me at the party.” The memory of all the girls at the party staring at you curiously was persisting in your mind. 

“No one to worry about, really. None of them seem like the type to backstab, especially considering soon everyone will know you’re a Sakanoshita.” Kuroo says slyly, referring to the upcoming race in memory of your brother. You knew that as soon as everyone learned of your family, your sense of anonymity in Kuroo’s world would be gone. 

“I have one more question.” You say, moving to stand next to the stove, nearly in front of Kuroo. “If those girls were nothing, and you usually keep things casual, what are we?” 

Kuroo pauses, thinking for a moment before setting down his chopsticks and turning the heat to a simmer. Turning to you, he places his hands on either side of the counter next to you, trapping you underneath him. Your heart raced as you felt your breath catch in your throat, caught off guard by Kuroo’s sudden closeness to you. 

“I’m whatever you want me to be.” He says, barely louder than a whisper, his lips hovering over yours. 

“You’re mine.” You say, your gaze bouncing from his eyes to his lips. Kuroo moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours. 

“I’m yours.” He responds, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. 

“Kuroo…” You whisper, lips grazing his. He reaches next to you, turning the stove off. In an instant, his lips crash against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, desperate for more — more contact, more kisses, more Kuroo. The entire night Kuroo kept you close to him, never leaving your side at the party, always making sure to let his kisses linger a few seconds longer than normal. All the pent up tension was finally being released, the adrenaline rush that came with all the drama from tonight only fueled the boldness of yours and Kuroo’s actions. 

You grind your hips against him, making him groan. You were very aware of two things; his growing member, hard against your body, and the sudden wetness between your legs. 

You gently push against Kuroo, freeing yourself from underneath him. His lips stay attached to yours, refusing to break the seal the two of you made. In one swift motion, you release from his grasp, and without looking back, you calmly walk to the bedroom, leaving Kuroo standing in the kitchen alone, pining for more. 

“Are you coming or not? Make sure you turn off the stove.” You call behind you, toying with Kuroo. You grin to yourself, knowing that you were just as irresistible to him as he was to you.

You open the bedroom door, behind you Kuroo’s footsteps grew closer and closer. Suddenly, you feel his arms around your waist again, and in an instant Kuroo is in front of you grabbing you by the throat, moving you so your back is against the door, pushing you backwards to shut it. 

“Such a pretty princess.” Kuroo says, closing the gap between you two. You felt your heart rate quickening, being trapped under Kuroo’s touch like this. A light moan escapes your lips, this dominant side of Kuroo makes you want him even more. His hand wrapped around your throat, his hard cock against your leg, the whole room felt electrified. 

“Kuroo please.” You whisper, eager for more. 

“You want me?” Kuroo asks, his lips barely touching yours. He wraps his other arm around you, grabbing your ass and pulling you against his body. The only thing that stopped the two of you from being directly pressed against one another was his hand around your throat. 

“Yes.” You answer breathlessly, moving your head forward, your lips colliding with his. Kuroo breathes heavily, removing his hand from your throat and moving to grab your ass. Almost by instinct, you give a light jump, wrapping your legs around Kuroo’s waist, his hands supporting you and keeping you from falling. 

Kuroo moves backwards until his legs hit the bed, then he slowly sits and reclines backwards, careful not to drop you or break the kiss. He maintains a firm grip on your ass as you straddle him grinding your hips against his, yearning for more friction between the bulge being held back by his jeans and your throbbing pussy. 

His fingers gently graze at the bottom of your shirt, tugging it upwards. You take the hint, sitting up and removing your top effortlessly. Kuroo does the same, sitting up slightly and lifting his shirt over his head. In the dim glow of the street light from outside, you could just barely make out the dragon tattoo on that stretched from his neck down his arm. 

“Take these off.” Kuroo says, rubbing your thighs.

“What’s the magic word?” You tease. 

“Now.” He says, reaching for your neck, forcefully pulling you down to look him in the eyes. You smirk, relishing in the fact you were able to see this side of Kuroo. There was no fear within you as he tightened his grip around your throat, only more and more arousal at the sight of the great Drift King grasping for control. 

Gently, you take hold of his wrist, making him let go of your neck. After placing a small kiss on his thumb, you get up, unbuttoning your pants. Kuroo’s eyes never left you, he was hypnotized, his hand rubbing his hardened crotch. He almost looked as if he was stuck in a trance, watching you undress before him, as if you were something out of a magazine that had come to life right before his eyes. 

Reaching behind you, you unclip your bra, letting it fall to the floor, your nipples already rock hard. Kuroo lets out a small “fuck”, watching you in amazement. You turn to look at him, feeling no need to cover your nude body, no need to hide from him. You want him to see you, it turns you on watching him touch himself as he stares at you with lust in his eyes. At this moment, you wanted nothing more than to climb into that bed with him and fuck all night long. 

You take a few steps closer to him, bending down and reaching for his pants, smirking as you hear his breath catch in his throat. Kuroo moves his hands away, hoisting himself up on his elbows to watch you. After unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, he moves slightly to allow you to remove his pants — and to his surprise — his underwear as well. 

If there was a god out there, you were certain that they personally blessed Tetsurou Kuroo with a gorgeous penis. Standing perfectly erect in front of you, you stop for a moment to simply take it all in. The size, the girth, the slight lean to the left, the vein popping out in excitement, the droplets of precum gathering on the head. At just the mere sight of his cock, you felt a fire light inside of you, eager to pleasure him.  

“You just gonna sit and stare all night?” Kuroo asks sarcastically, looking down at you with a smirk. Without saying a word, you gently lick the precum off of the head, your eyes not leaving his. He gently sighs, his smirk falling as his mouth stays slightly agape. You will yourself to salivate, and in one seemingly effortless motion, you take his entire length in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You gag slightly, trying your hardest to relax your throat to keep his dick in your mouth. Kuroo’s head falls back in pleasure, and a beautiful moan escapes his lips. 

“Goddamn, princess.” Kuroo says, lazily picking his head up to look you in your eyes. Once again maintaining eye contact, you slowly withdraw his dick from your mouth, allowing your drool to dribble from your mouth onto his penis. Kuroo’s chest continued to rise and fall heavily, watching your every move. Licking one long stripe along the vein of his penis, you once again take him in your mouth, this time creating a rhythm, your head bobbing up and down as your hand strokes the length that you couldn’t fit, letting your spit lubricate his cock. 

You begin to lose yourself in the moment, allowing yourself to close your eyes and bask in the sound of Kuroo’s soft groans as you pleasure him. 

“Come here.” Kuroo says, breaking your concentration. You slowly take his length out of your mouth, leaving it wet with your saliva. Kuroo reaches for your thighs, pulling you upwards to look you straight into your eyes as you hover over him, his wet length hitting your inner thigh.

“Sit on my face.” Kuroo commands roughly, hands wandering up and down your legs and ass, his fingers gently brushing the lips of your vagina. You shiver at the small contact made, ready for more. After planting a short kiss on Kuroo’s lips, you let him guide you until your pussy is just barely hovering over his lips, his hands securely gripping your thighs, your bare tits practically glowing in the dim light streaming in from the empty street. You felt so defenseless, exposing yourself as Kuroo stared up at your naked body, you both knew he was strong enough to hold you down against his mouth if he wanted to. 

Slowly, tentatively, you lower yourself down, your heart pounding out of your chest in excitement. Without missing a beat, Kuroo’s large hands tighten their grip on your thighs, holding you steady as his tongue furiously licks your pussy, practically making you double over in ecstasy. 

Your moans and whimpers of pleasure echo through the room, and Kuroo takes this as a signal to quicken his pace, his tongue licking fast strokes against your clit and dipping slightly into your hole. His pace continued getting faster and faster, tongue alternating between circling your clit and deeply thrusting into your hole. You were certain he was leaving bruises on your thighs, trying to keep you still against his devilish mouth. Gripping tightly onto his hair, you feel yourself beginning to come undone on top of him, your walls tightening as you grind your hips against Kuroo’s face, his nose nudging against your clit, the pace never slowing down. You weren’t 100% sure he could breathe, but you didn’t really care. All that mattered to you was reaching your climax with Kuroo’s face buried in your pussy. 

“Kuroo!” You moan out, pulling his hair a little harder as you feel your walls pounding as you hit your peak, struggling screams escaping your mouth as Kuroo continues gently lapping at your clit as you cum. It took everything in you just to stay upright, the intensity of Kuroo’s mouth never letting up even as you came. You ride out your high on Kuroo’s face, slowly releasing your grip on his head as he takes his hands off your thighs. 

As you continue to try to catch your breath, you lift yourself up, giving Kuroo room to breathe. He breathes deeply as well, looking up at you with a smirk. 

“You sound cute when you scream my name.” He says smugly, rubbing your thigh. You roll your eyes, your cheeks burning. Shifting backwards, you widen your stance to straddle his waist again, the tip of his penis just barely grazing the lips of your drenched pussy. 

“And I like you better when you’re quiet.” You say, just barely louder than a whisper. Your face was once again centimeters away from his, and his lips were still glistening with your cum. Without hesitation Kuroo’s lips meet yours, sloppy, wet kisses being swapped between the two of you as your hand takes hold of his dick, lining it up with your entrance. 

You watch as Kuroo pulls away from the kiss, his face contorting in satisfaction as you sink into him. You sigh, closing your eyes as his length slowly starts filling you up. There was only a little resistance, your walls having to stretch to adjust to his size. But even so, he felt so comfortable inside of you. It felt as if the two of you were made for one another. 

You feel your eyes roll back as you shift your hips, his dick twitching slightly inside of you. Kuroo’s hands gripped onto your ass deeply, urging you to move, to create some sort of friction. With the support of his hands, you move your hips upwards, then downwards, up, down, up, down, two bodies moving almost perfectly in sync as the room filled with the sounds of Kuroo’s moans and your screams. 

The two of you kept a rhythmic pace to maintain the high you were both building, his hands guiding your hips as you steadily let your body rise and fall against his. Fireworks exploded at your core every time your hips collided with his, the head of his dick ramming against your cervix. 

After some time you slow down, your legs were getting more and more tired as you rocked against him. Kuroo senses your exhaustion and effortlessly flips you over onto your back, getting on top of you. Lining up his rock hard cock at your entrance, he looks down at you with a malicious grin. 

“So desperate for my dick, huh princess?” Kuroo teases, letting the head of his penis rub along your soaking wet pussy, your walls clenching every time it barely grazes your clit.  

“Just get inside me already.” You demand, your body aching for more. You were so close to reaching your second high, and you were more than ready to keep going all night if Kuroo wanted to. 

“What’s the magic word?” Kuroo says, using your words from earlier against you. He slowly lowers himself until his lips graze your hardened nipple. The tip of his dick continues to rub against you, making your pussy throb. Kuroo flicks your nipple with his tongue, before taking it between his teeth and nibbling softly, causing you to yelp at the sudden contact. Kuroo moves away from your nipple, sucking hard on the soft tissue of your breasts, leaving hickeys scattered across your chest. 

“Please fuck me Kuroo!” You beg, unable to take any more stimulation. You feel Kuroo chuckle against your skin, right before he finally lets his tip enter you. He pushes into you at a painstakingly slow rate, making you groan in anticipation, shutting your eyes tightly. Kuroo always left you yearning for more, lusting for his touch. 

Kuroo moves his head upwards, nestling his face into your neck as he gradually increases his pace. He leaves small kisses along your neck, taking your ear lobe between his teeth and tugging on it, making your eyes roll back as you let out a loud moan. You shift underneath him, bucking your hips upwards as you wrap your legs around his waist. Kuroo groans into your neck, letting his head rest against your shoulder as he continues to pound into you, leaving shockwaves running through your body with every thrust. 

“Kuroo, please make me cum.” You moan out, tangling your hands in his hair. Kuroo quickly pushes himself upward, hoisting your legs up and using his thighs to keep your hips suspended in the air, his dick still deep in you. Kuroo smirks as he sees your eyes roll back in pleasure, your hands grasping at the sheets around you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. His smirk only grows wider as he begins rubbing small circles on your clit with his thumb, causing you to scream so loud you were certain everyone in the neighborhood could hear you. 

With this added stimulation, you felt yourself getting closer to your climax much faster, the pressure building up in your pussy as Kuroo continues fucking you from this new angle. Without any warning, you feel your walls clenching like a vice around Kuroo’s dick, causing Kuroo to take his thumb off of your clit so his hands could grab your waist, keeping you still as you cum all over him. 

Your climax is only further intensified by Kuroo continuing to pound into your tight cunt, aching for his own release. The feeling of your vaginal walls spasming around his cock was more than enough for him, but getting to see you scream in pleasure as he sends you over the edge is what really did it for him. To him, there was no better sight than seeing his princess cum. 

It didn’t take long until Kuroo let out a throaty groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he fucks you even harder. 

“Cum inside of me.” You barely make out, your body overrun with satisfaction. Kuroo leans down once more, pinning your hands over your head as you wrap your legs around him. Looking deeply into his eyes, you watch as his face contorts in ecstasy, his forehead dropping against yours. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you feel your cunt fill up with Kuroo’s hot cum. 

After a last few sloppy thrusts, Kuroo pulls out of you, leaving you lying on the bed breathless, your chest rising and falling as you try to gain your composure. Your pussy was practically bursting with liquids, both yours and his. Kuroo briskly walks over to the bathroom, and you hear some shuffling and the sink running. Kuroo returns with a wet washcloth, kneeling in front of your soaking wet vagina and tenderly wiping up any cum that was on you. 

“Such a gentleman.” You comment, looking down at Kuroo as he concentrates on cleaning you up. He looks up at you, smiling when he realizes you were watching him. 

“Only the best for my girl.” He says, getting up and wiping his dick off with the rag. You move to lay on your side, feeling more than content with the events that just occurred. Kuroo lays next to you, looking into your eyes. 

“My girl?” You repeat back at him, squinting your eyes skeptically. Kuroo rolls his eyes, throwing his arm around your waist and pulling you next to him.

“I’m yours. You’re mine. That’s the deal.” He says, winking at you. 

“Since when am I yours?” You ask teasingly, knowing damn well that there was no arguing that you and Kuroo belonged to one another. 

“Since you screamed my name so loud the entire neighborhood heard you.” Kuroo says, smirking. “The hickeys speak for themselves too. They’re like a personal tag.” 

“Shut up.” You say, rolling your eyes at his lewd comments. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you thought about the idea of being Kuroo’s. “I’m yours.” You whisper, inching your face closer to Kuroo’s.

“You’re mine.” Kuroo responds back, placing a loving kiss on your lips. There wasn’t any lust, any heat in this kiss, which was a drastic change from the absolutely filthy deeds the two of you were just committing. It was a simple kiss, sealing the deal the two of you made. 

“Round two after dinner?” Kuroo asks jokingly, pulling away from your kiss. You laugh, resting your forehead against his, lazily nodding at the proposal of more sex. 

Alone with Kuroo in that tiny little safehouse, you felt more at home than you had felt in years. Maybe it was the intensity of everything that happened that night, maybe it was the sense of belonging you felt as you laid in Kuroo’s arms, maybe it was the way your heart fluttered every time you heard Kuroo say “I’m yours”. Perhaps it was all of it, all of these emotions and sensations coming together, a light in the middle of the darkest storm that raged on around you, right outside the walls of this apartment. That storm wasn’t going to stop, and you and Kuroo were fully aware of the dangers that lurked around the corner for the both of you. But maybe the comfort the two of you found in one another was more than just a shelter from the impending storm. A solemn promise that regardless of the future that lay ahead, there was one constant that would remain true — he is yours, and you are his. 

[the-firebird69]

Oxygen is low too. 14 all day. A breakfast 4am only. To about 8am. He's off gassing no. Refueling eases off the throttle pushes actual air in. Hrs fired they all say. Says it I can't do it. Nope. Then he dies he says. So wehit the fat shit in westborough. Same stupid crap. We hit his a lot they continue.

Most of them will die here today

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's funny ok. Tommy f seemed sharp about some things a playboy, but really, awful about other things. Mine are far less tolerant than Macs. Hv power. As I do too. So I'm in Greensboro North Carolina riding along with him and he's just having a great time and I'm driving and he's partying and he doesn't realize that he's in danger and doesn't take it that way and doesn't look at it that way and you can threaten and I would stop him cold and he never got it after multiple times. And these ones like him they have it worse than anyone they look at him and say don't do this I'm right here and completely ignore you and it's a condition a state of mind and no it's his race that's what you like and they're pushy and their British and they don't follow the rules that everybody else does here in society and it's causing a lot of problems especially with me. So I looked at Tommy f riding around and I said are you going to just crap out the job here we have a schedule and where exactly do you do at work and I don't want to get stuck in this mess that you're creating because he's out carousing and it's a reputation of the company and he didn't understand that either and turns into an immediate little child. Actually started being belligerent. He couldn't fathom it or understand it he's trying to figure out why I don't think like he does I didn't really follow why he was thinking that. And then I started to think that he thinks I'm one of my clan or the other clan, and my access to Rich for the boy and he fell for the whole thing hook line and sinker and no I'm not that way and I still am not and yet he persists to threaten and threaten and threaten and things don't change and a wheel is a wheel and the smoke is a spoke and a dog is a dog and a cat's a cat and the guy is a crazy person for simple simple overt code to piss people off. Here's the problem that I have with Tommy he does not understand other people's perspective much I understand a certain amount of it and ignores what he doesn't like any spoiled and he's a spoiled complete brat I don't want to be near he doesn't really have much responsibility he doesn't have a family life and he has really nobody that cares about him like other people do and he's he's extremely mean and Max do not have control over him and they don't have control over what he's doing and they can't seem to dislodge him and have other problems if he's forcing it's really a miserable situation but yeah he is non-responsive to most cues and conversations that makes sense

Zues Hera

There's a few other items that he left out. He is a mean person to him was treating him like a child and Garth was but there's a difference Tommy f is very dangerous and it's not doing it because he's pushed he's the one pushing. And he is barking orders tell him to do this and that while they're driving along and one day our son said you want to drive cuz I just can't understand what you're saying he said I want you to go faster than slower then faster and our son said what for and he said to break up them and on me if the day. And I said if it's so monotonous I'll stay home cuz I'm kind of getting sick of riding around and possibly getting in trouble and that was the day you got really pissed off. Because Tommy F was trying to smear his reputation. And Blake said it too I don't want you riding around and tell him what to do and having him do that stuff and you're forcing him to and he kept on doing it and doing it. One day Blake came up to him and he told him to stop doing it and he kept it up and he called him on the phone and said I told you not to do that and he said to Blake and our son heard the it was really a fight on the phone my personal time is my own what I do after work is my business and he's standing there listening so he walked away. I don't really want to go out there and ride around I don't drink and I don't really do what he's doing it's not really great for my reputation and Blake agreed so I just stopped going out and the guy turned into a tyrant and he started messing up the company and he screwed around with us since investments and he's a little bit of a gay boy. And he said it too he said he's jealous he's got all these issues and sunset to him I'm not like you and I won't be and if you're going to try and bother me that way and you're going to be hurt and he kept it up and he got reported to the home office and he found out about it turned into a huge pansy and almost got fired like five times then he started screaming he's going to take over this area anyways and Blake wanted to know what it meant so the guy is still in the beans all over the place because he's an emotional wreck and a weakling when it comes to certain things and he's got set off by a several times and won't let it go in any way so he's hanging over him with this grudge match and he's trying to kidnap him all the time and he's forcing other people into this odd behavior. What it is is real stories and it really happened it's very pertinent and extremely important and we are going to bring charges for what happened in Greensboro North Carolina and no one just trying to defend him and couldn't he felt weak sickly had to leave early and other people noticed and said what's the deal here and they start to figure out their in trouble and a lot of it they got to Ken Baker and he tried to ask you and eventually figured it out and he was kind of rude to him and he started flaring his nostrils saying all sorts of things and flying off the handle like he's a New Yorker finally he said look I don't have to do what you want and I really want to show you but I can't right now and he was big he still is what a son says is true though Ken Baker is part of the government and he can go right up to Tommy f and tell him that he's in trouble or treasonous and he can harm him legally and Tommy F doesn't care he thinks he'll always come back and one day it won't be that way but he thinks it is and that's the way it is he's completely insane and we don't care it's called criminal insanity and it's not a way out of anything. And he pushed a lot of people into doing a lot of stupid things and it's getting found out. You try everyday to push the ship off and today A lot of people are going to start putting an effort in you don't want it over him it's disgusting

We now see what he's saying we have ability and we're contouring things and we weren't and Tommy F thinks it's going to be the other way around and he's going to think it's people who are pushing back

Thor Freya

This is exemplary work and it shows and it is mentioned almost every time and we mentioned in-house too this is important so we're going to publish now

Olympus

I wanted to say this he's here and he's being bothered up and down the River inside the place outside the place wherever he goes today and there's a bunch of them too doing it so he decided to get him back a little bit and other people started joining in and they see the problem and they understand is way out there and very illegal and wrong for him to do for 5 minutes not to mention a year for more and cause a storm and massive destruction to the United States the guy should be hung by his nuts in the middle of New York times square

Olympus