#there was a guy who saw them just before me and picked them up

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☾ ━━━ PAIRING: CHANGBIN X READER X SEUNGMIN ☾ ━━━ PROMPTS: "I just wanna feel something" + "you look so good with my hand around your neck" ☾ ━━━ CONTENT: FEM! READER, CASUAL DRINKING (nothing heavy; don't drink and do it), TEASING, BITING, KISSING, ORAL (F+M REC), BREATH PLAY (choking), FINGERING, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM, MEAN DOM!SEUNGMIN, SUB!READER, DOM!CHANGBIN, THREESOME, PET NAMES, DIRTY TALK, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it), ROUGH SEX, PORN W/ (kinda) PLT, SPIT ROAST, CUM SHOT (1), ALLUDE TO AFTERCARE ☾ ━━━ WC: 2.8K ☾ ━━━ repost from old blog ☾ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

     "Are you two staying in tonight?" (Y/n) asked her two friends over the phone. She had called Seungmin while getting ready to go out with some of her other friends. Changbin had shown up in the middle of the call. And of course, as she was about to leave to finish getting ready, her other friends texted and just told her not to come.

     "You just got canceled on?" Changbin asked

     "I wish. They just straight up told me not to come." (Y/n) answered

     “Gross. You should drop them." Seungmin suggested

     "Can I just come over and drink with you guys?"

     "I'll come to pick you up," Changbin announced

     "Thanks, Binnie."

     "You know I'm right. They've been singling you out for the past couple of months. You should drop them." Seungmin stated

     "Yeah. I don't know why though. I haven't done shit to them." (Y/n) sighed 

     "So you wanna drown you're dying friendship with alcohol?"

     "Honestly, I’d rather get drunk with you and Bin than them."

     "Why though?"

     "I just want to feel something."

     "There are other things to feel other than black-out drunk."

     "I'm not gonna get blackout. You both are gonna end up cutting me off.”

     “You tend to do stupid things when you’re drunk.”

     “And you never fail to remind me, Min.”

     “What are friends for.” (Y/n) could hear him smiling on the other end of the phone as she got a text from the other one that he was at her place.

     “I’ll see you in a bit, Min.” (Y/n) hung up on her friend and went to grab her shoes and house keys.

     She was a little grateful that her friends canceled before she got changed out of her house clothes. She shuffled her way down to Changbin's car and hopped in the passenger seat.

     “Ready?” he asked as he took the car out of park

     “Yes sir.”

     Changbin smiled at her as they took the short drive back to his and Seungmins' place while (Y/n) started out the window. He kept his playlist going so the drive wasn’t so silent.

     Soon the two got into the apartment and saw Seungmin sitting on the couch playing on his phone. (Y/n) kicked off her shoes before going and laying on top of him. Seungmin whined as she laid on him while Changbin laughed at his two friends.

     “Why are you like,” Seungmin questioned

     “Because you love me,” (Y/n) beamed as she got up and walked to their kitchen for a drink, not knowing she left a slightly blushing Seungmin on the couch.

     The three sat on the couch drinking and watching whatever looked interesting. Changbin ordered a pizza for the three of them so they weren't all drinking on an empty stomach. It was all going pretty well till (Y/n)'s phone went off.

     "Who is it?" Bin asked as she looked at the screen

     "Friends," (Y/n) replied

     "Ignore them," Seungmin stated, getting up from the couch and walking off down the hall, probably to use the bathroom.

     "Fuck off," (Y/n) sighed as she opened the message, only seeing them saying how much fun they were having at whatever random club they decided to go to.

     "Nope," Changbin grabbed her phone.

     "Bin!" (Y/n) said as they lunged toward him to grab her phone, only for him to hold it further away.

     "No more talking to them for the rest of the night. They're just trying to make you mad."

     "I have every right to be mad at them!"

     "You can be mad at them tomorrow," Bin held her back from lunging further until she backed down, "Thank you."

     Bin set her phone down next to his on the armrest of the couch. A second later, she lunged across him to grab it. "Hey!” the male exclaimed as he grabbed her arm to stop them.

     The two went back and forth for the phone till Changbin got her pinned down on the couch, straddling her as one hand held her wrists together above her head.

     “No talking to them,” Bin scolded her

     “Fine,” (Y/n) agreed and her friend got off her, helping her sit up.

     “Come here.” Changbin pulled her to his side and wrapped his arms around her. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him and accepted the comfort

     “I leave for five minutes and you guys are cuddling?” Seungmin asked as he jumped back onto the couch

     “Bite me,” (Y/n) told him as he laid his head on her lap

     “Okay,” he smiled and slightly turned his head and bit her thigh

     “Owe! Min what the fuck!” (Y/n) yelled

     “You said to bite you, so I did.” he was so proud of himself for that, “Should I kiss it better?”

     Before she could even answer, he kissed the spot he had bit. (Y/n) squirmed slightly at the contact. Both her friends noticed it.

     “Hey Bin, (Y/n) said earlier they wanted the feel something.”

     “Really?” (Y/n) blushed heavily under both their gazes. Changbin noticed the tips of her ears turning red and leaned towards her and kissed one, letting the kiss trail to her jaw. “What do you wanna feel baby?”

     “Don’t know…” (Y/n) squeaked as Changbin pulled her up onto his lap whilst he turned their bodies so they were facing Seungmin.

     “You want me and Minnie to make you feel good? Make you forget about your other friends?” Changbin growled in her ear as his hands gripped her sides while Seungmin pushed his body between their legs and looked up at his two friends.

     (Y/n) nodded her head to the questions. “Words pup,” Seungmin stated

     “Yes,” (Y/n) meekly replied

     “Louder.” the man in her lap stated

     “Yes,” (Y/n) replied louder.

     “Don’t tease her too much,” Bin warned the younger one as his hands pushed up her shirt.

     “But it's so fun,” Seungmin smiled as he kissed the exposed skin above the waistband of her pants. Changbin pressed kisses along her neck as his hands slipped under her shirt, sliding his hands up till he found their breasts, needing them in his hands, “Didn’t wear a bra for us, baby?”

     (Y/n) nodded in response as Seungmin pulled her pants down enough to expose her thighs. His lips attached to her skin as he finished pulling the fabric off her legs. The contact from his lips made her squirm a bit more on Changbin’s lap. The man behind them groaned as she shifted, teeth slightly grazing her neck. 

     (Y/n) could feel Changbin’s cock getting harder the more she moved on his lap due to Seungmin’s teasing kisses on their thighs and his ghost kisses over their clothed core. Changbin grabbed her hips and kept her from moving too much. “Can’t keep still pup?” Seungmin teased

     “Think she needs a little more Minnie,” Changbin added

     “Yeah? Poor thing.” Seungmin replied with a smirk. He had noticed the wet spot forming on her panties. Changbin turned her upper body slightly more towards him then removed one hand from her hips to turn her head towards him and place his lips on her. Both moaned a little into the kiss and Changbin slipped his tongue into her mouth. Seungmin watched from below as his two friends made out, grinding his own growing hard-on into their couch cushions.

     He slipped his fingers inside the side of her wet panties pulled them down her legs and let them join her pants somewhere on the floor. Changbin moved his hands down to grab her thighs and spread her legs for his friend. Seungmin smiled and pressed a kiss onto her clit. (Y/n) rolled her hips slightly at the contact and moaned into the kiss she was sharing with the other. His tongue licked a long strip along her folds while Changbin kept her lips busy. 

     “Fuck,” (Y/n) groaned against Changbins lips as she felt his tongue flick her clit.

     “Gonna watch Minnie eat that pretty pussy?” Changbin pulled away from the kiss and let go of one of her thighs, placing it over Seungmin’s shoulder, turning her head to make her watch him eat her out. 

     Seungmins lips wrapped around her clit and lightly sucked on the bud; every so often letting his tongue flick it while her head fell back. Changbin noticed her head falling back and moved his hand to wrap around her throat, not hard but enough to make her gasp. “Keep you’re head up baby.”

     (Y/n) involuntary clenched when he whispered in her ear with his hand wrapped around her throat. “Think she likes that Bin,” Seungmin commented as he pulled away from her clit for a second to comment.

     “You like when we get rough with you baby?”

     “Yes,” (Y/n) nodded

     Seungmins moved lower and pushed his tongue into her. (Y/n) arched away from Changbin’s chest only for him to pull her back and tighten his grip on her throat slightly. “You look so good with my hand around your neck,” Changbin whispered in her ear. His other hand had moved off her thigh and started making small circles around her clit. 

     All the stimulation she was getting made it impossible for her not to come. Her lower body shook as she released into Seungmin’s mouth. The hand around her throat kept her from moaning too loud so the two boys wouldn't get any noise complaints from their neighbors. Changbin removed his hand from her neck and kissed her temple while both his hands came up and rubbed her sides while Seungmin drank up her release.

     (Y/n) slowly caught her breath as they coaxed her through her first orgasm. Seugnmin pulled his face away from her cunt and pushed her shirt up over her breasts as he kissed all along her stomach, leaving a couple of love bits.

     “How are you feeling now baby?” Changbin asked 

     “Good,” (Y/n) replied, still trying to get air back in her lungs.

     The three heard a knock at the door, and only (Y/n) froze while the two men continued. “Stretch her out for me, Min,” Changbin said before he moved her off his lap and laid her back on the couch.

     “You’re gonna need to be quiet pup. Unless you want that poor delivery guy to know you’re getting fucked good by your best friends,” Seungmin whispered stated as Changbin walked around the corner. Two of Seungmin’s long fingers slid between her folds collecting her slick before he pushed both digits into her. (Y/n) bit her lip as she listened to Changbin greet the pizza delivery guy.

     Seungmin didn’t make it easy for her to stay quiet. His fingers scissored her open as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. She was already sensitive from the orgasm he and Changbin had given her moments ago and his fingers didn’t make it any better. She desperately wanted to scream but couldn’t. Rather she covered her mouth with the back of her hand. 

     Seungmin’s tongue flicked against her nipple before he lightly pulled on it with his teeth before releasing it and looking up at her. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her trying to keep quiet. He heard the front door close and caught a glimpse of Changbin walking toward the kitchen with the pizza. (Y/n) was too caught up in pleasure to hear the door close while her legs tried to close around his body. 

     He used his free hand to grab her hands and pin them down on the armrest of the couch as he inserted a third finger into her. “Fuck Min,”(Y/n) moaned a little too loud. Not that it mattered but she didn't need to know that. 

     “What I say about being quiet, pup.” It wasn't a question honestly. He just wanted a reason to tease her. He stopped his motion of pumping into her. 

     “‘M sorry Minnie,” (Y/n) whined as she rolled her hips against his hand

     “Are you?” he asked slowly sliding his fingers out

     “I’m sorry Minnie. I’ll be quiet,” (Y/n) frantically replied 

     “Is Minnie being mean to you?” Changbin asked as he came back over to the couch, standing to the side of her

     (Y/n) nodded as she looked at the other male. Seungmin quickly pushed his fingers back into her while she was distracted by Changbin. Both smiled at her while her mouth hung open from the sudden motion. Changbin took the chance to pull his hard cock out of his sweats and pumped himself a few times.

     “Tongue out baby,” Changbin stated. 

     (Y/n) stuck her tongue out for him as he placed the tip of his dick out it, rubbing the precum on the muscle before he pushed into her mouth. His hand went under her head, holding her up a bit as he slowly fucked her face. 

     “Get it nice and wet for yourself baby,” Changbin groaned while her tongue ran along the underside of his cock. 

     (Y/n) moaned as Seungmin fingered her faster which made Changbin pick up his pace. She clenched around the younger one's fingers before he pulled them out. (Y/n) groaned at the loss of his fingers before Changbin pulled himself from her mouth. Neither man said anything as they pulled her off her back. 

     Changbin got behind her as he discarded his clothing while Seungmin sat back against the other arm of the sofa and discarded the shirt he had pushed over her chest earlier before pulling her in for a kiss, one hand holding the nape of her neck. (Y/n) moaned into the kiss as she placed her hands next to his body, effectively putting her on all fours. She felt Changbin grab her hips and pull her back a bit. The tip of his dick slid between her folds a couple of times before he slowly pushed into her.

     “Oh fuck,” (Y/n) gasped against her friends’ lips. 

     “Binnie’s dick feel good in you?” Seungmin questioned as he pulled away from their kiss

     “Feel so good,” (Y/n) replied as Changbin started roughly thrusting into her from behind, her ass bouncing off his hips.

     “Poor pups already starting to get cock drunk,” Seungmin practically laughed. The three of them had just started drinking so alcohol wasn’t playing such a big role in what was happening, more just relaxed them all a bit.

     Changbin smiled to himself as he picked up his thrusting pace, moving his hands to grip her waist. (Y/n) dropped her head as Changbin’s bruising grip pulled her back to him. Seungmin took the chance to remove his bottoms and let his hard-on out. (Y/n) bent down to take him into her mouth while giving Changbin a new angle to hit deeper in her.

     Seungmin threw his head back as she ran her tongue along his cock head, one hand pumping his shaft before sliding him down her throat. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t ya?” the question was rhetorical but (Y/n) still hummed around Seungmin’s dick in response while also clenching at his praise.

     Both men groaned at the two different feelings. Changbin snuck and hand around her body and played with her clit again. Her moans would’ve been louder if it weren’t for the cock shoved down her throat. She bobbed her on Seungmin’s as she brought her other hand between his legs to play with his balls, making him whimper at the feeling.

      Her head bobbing got sloppy the more Changbin toyed with her clit making Seungmin grab the back of her head and start fucking up into her mouth. Her legs were starting to shake again as she clenched around the cock inside her, hips slightly bucking against his fingers before she came on his cock. Changbins hand left her clit and joined his other on her waist as he and Seungmin chased their highs. 

      Seungmin let his load go in her mouth and pushed her head all the way down as his cum shot into her. Changbin gave himself a few more thrusts in her before pulling out and jacking off till his cum shot out onto her lower back. (Y/n) pulled herself on Seungmin’s cock and swallowed his cum.

     Changbin got up from the couch and walked off to go grab stuff to clean while Seungmin pulled his friend— if they could even still call themselves that after what had just happened— into a softer kiss as he rubbed her sides. (Y/n) sighed in contentment before he pulled away.

     “See, better things to feel than black-out drunk,” he smiled

     “Yeah. Who knew a threesome with my two attractive best friends is what I needed,” (Y/n) smiled back as Changbin came back and cleaned his cum off her back before kissing her shoulder.

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[anifever]

Hii, can you make Johnny cade or the gang with reader kinda like Charlotte LA Bouff from princess and the frog because I'm just thinking that it would be so interesting having kind of s/o so spoiled but kind and not a brat too, I love Lottie tho✨😭

Gang w/ a Lottie!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a reader whose like Charlotte La Bouff from “Princess and the Frog”

A/N : AHHH I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been busy w other stuff. Anyways, I always wanted to be Lottie when I was younger 🥲 hopefully I got this close enough to her character also sorry these are shorter than normal <\3

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Darry

୨ He’s honestly a little jealous of you

୨ He feels like you have everything he doesn’t

୨ That being said, does NOT stop the man from loving you once he sees how sweet and generous you are

୨ Your personalities are super different tho

୨ You’re so bubbly and bright and he thinks it’s endearing

୨ You definitely keep him on his toes

୨ You also keep him young

୨ Whenever he seems to be struggling more than usual with finances, you swoop in and save the day

୨ He’s like “??? Honey, I can’t take this,” and you’re just like “Too late, Dare-Bear, don’t worry about it 😊”

୨ Whenever you sleep over you wear a frilly pink sleep mask he has trouble not smiling over

୨ You love his cooking and are always drooling over it

୨ It’s a habit for you to bring pastries, etc from a bakery on the other side of town whenever you come over

୨ Earlier in the relationship/before you started dating, he knew how spoiled you were and he was like “..how am I supposed to compete with this.”

୨ Luckily you find him extremely muscly, attractive, and sweet so it makes up for his money 😋😋

୨ Either way, he still buys you whatever he can when he has the spare cash

୨ You have him wrapped around your finger

Two-Bit

୨ Couldn’t hold back his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you dressed as a princess for Halloween

୨ You guys honestly go together so well

୨ If you have the same type of accent Lottie has- even better

୨ The first thing you said when you met his sister was “Well aren’t you as pretty as a peach!”

୨ Safe to say that made him more smitten

୨ You walk him like a dog it’s so funny

୨ He doesn’t spend as much money on beer anymore cuz he saves a lot up for you

୨ Found a stray kitty on the street and you started squealing when he brought it to you

୨ He was cheesing from ear to ear

୨ Has tried to get you to kiss a frog before after you told him you always wanted to when you were younger (mwahaha) and you freaked out

୨ That being said, he picks up random bugs all the time to try and gross you out- which works

୨ You never hurt them though⁉️⁉️ You just run away and start screaming

୨ Whenever he starts insulting people if they’re mean to you or something, you start dying of laughter which spurrs him on more

Steve

୨ He’s torn between thinking you’re a brat to also being extremely attracted to you

୨ He assumes you’re a mean girl who lives off daddy’s money (the second part being lowkey true)

୨ Doesn’t stop him from drooling tho

୨ Contrary to popular belief, you were actually really nice

୨ Like you came into the DX one day, giving him a huge tip while talking super animatedly and he was just like “Ah..”

୨ Whenever he talks about cars you have no clue what he’s talking about

୨ You have a pretty pink ‘62 Ferrari 250 GTO and that’s all you know!!

୨ You buy new clothes constantly and have lil’ fashion shows for him

୨ “Yeahhh, could you jus’ spin around one more time so I can see the back? 😇”

୨ “….Steve.”

୨ Whenever nobody else is around (Soda, etc) at the DX, you give him WAY bigger of a tip than normal lmao

୨ Brags about you to Soda all the time

Dallas

୨ He thought you were so annoying at first I’m sorry 😭

୨ Even with that, he still tried to get in your pants

୨ You slapped him for it which just made him want you more (he’s on that freak timing)

୨ You know what you want and he’s honestly really attracted to it

୨ He ends up spoiling you though, he can’t help it when you give him puppy dog eyes and pout your glossy lips

୨ Hilariously different

୨ Whenever he’s in your room he’s so out of place

୨ He’s surrounded by so much pink, stuffed animals, expensive jewelry and clothes, a big canopy bed, a crystal chandelier, etc

୨ His ego gets boosted when he’s out in public with you

୨ Like he’s with the prettiest and richest girl in town??? Yeahhh he’ll never let this go

୨ You not caring about his/his friends status’ is really important to him and he appreciates it even though he’ll never outright say it

Soda

୨ You guys both have a big line of people who want you

୨ Power couple!!

୨ You’re really ditzy- not necessarily stupid, but not all there

୨ He relates.

୨ You guys just sit there and look pretty

୨ Like you definitely have won various beauty pageants and have kept all the tiaras and sashes

୨ Makes you try the tiaras on every time he comes over

୨ He takes you to a drag race or rodeo and you’re like “Shew- Soda, I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church,” while fanning yourself

୨ Probably because you’re wearing some expensive dress from a boutique in town made with thick material, but he’ll never smart off to you by saying that 🤍🤍

୨ Has a habit of ruining his DX shirt and you always pay for him to get a new one

୨ He already knew he was attractive, but it was only when you came along and started buttering him up that he started getting giddy about it

୨ He sucks up so hard to your mom and dad; they love him

Johnny

୨ Probably teased you a bit with Pony before you guys officially met

୨ After the initial iffy feeling he had about you wore off, he was head over heels when he knew you better

୨ He genuinely sees you as a princess

୨ You’re always wearing some shade of pink and some form of pearls and he’s mesmerized

୨ He thinks you deserve a lot better since he can’t give you much

୨ You literally couldn’t care less though since he treats you so well

୨ He’ll save up random coins off the street if he had to tho

୨ Your house is huge so you let him stay in a spare room which eventually just becomes his own

୨ Your house also did nothing to help his idea of you being a princess since it was way bigger and more extravagant than anything he could’ve imagined

୨ Your cat(s) love him, he’s a little overwhelmed at first but after that you’ll always find him with one around/on him

୨ You’re so comfortable fawning over him constantly and he gets pretty embarrassed about it LMAO

Pony

୨ He has a thing for pretty rich girls so this is fitting

୨ Once again, he also assumed you were mean and stuck up

୨ When you guys talked for the first time, he was definitely surprised

୨ You were definitely a bit out of touch with reality, but who cares!!!! You were pretty and nice!!!!

୨ Saw you stand up for one of your greaser friends once and felt his heart skip a beat

୨ Heard through the grapevine (he asked around) that you were enamored with some ‘pretty boy’ and couldn’t stop talking about him and he was like “Awww shucks 😞”

୨ He became extremely confused and denied it when Two and Johnny kept saying it was him after they saw you two interact at school

୨ He finally picked up on the heavy flirting one day and was like “…OHHHH”

୨ Whenever you get excited about something, he has a hard time understanding you since you start talking so fast and freaking out, but he just watches with a lovesick grin

୨ Your sass put together is on another level

୨ It scares Darry.

୨ And Steve.

୨ Back to the point I made earlier, you’d stand up for him about his status no matter what

୨ So in love it’s nasty

୨ Everyone in the gang is confused about how he bagged you especially considering he’s the youngest

[justmeinadaze]

Created a Monster (Steddie X Kas Y/N)

Every time I hear this song this idea pops into my head but it's not what I'm used to writing per say. I wanted you guys to read like a preview and tell me if this is something you'd want more of or a one shot. Or whatever lol Just some feed back :) It's been sitting in my WIP forever but I can't stop thinking about it.

Warning: Steddie X Kas Fem Reader, mentions of grief and how much the boys miss her, I twisted some things from the show obviously. Instead of Eddie fighting, Y/N does. I also read up a bit on Kas so took some lore there. Not really expanded on in this preview but...

Word Count: 1956

Eddie and Steve stare at your gravestone as the preacher continues to spout some nonsense about young souls being angels on Earth and being called back home. No one understood what they were going through not even their friends they had fought with. You were their everything and now… you were gone. 

Steve and Robin sat in the cafeteria of the hospital picking at their food as they waited for Eddie to join them. For the past four months they had been visiting Max while continuing to be moral support for Lucas. Neither boy would let on how jealous they actually were of the former Hellfire member. At least he could still hold his girlfriend’s hand…see her face…kiss her cheek.

“The doctor’s said she’s showing improvement.”, Robin mused as she took a bite of bland rice in front of her. 

“That’s good. She’s a good kid who’s been through too much. She deserves to have a full life.”

His friend nods in understanding, scanning Steve over before reaching for his hand. 

“This is a stupid question but how are you doing?”

“I’m, um, I’m surviving. Eddie’s trying to keep it together for the guys but we’re both kind of floundering.”, he chuckles as he places his fork down and leans back. “I miss her laugh. Every time Munson would tell a joke, she would close her eyes and scrunch her nose… so cute.”

“Yeah, she was.”, his friend softly murmured. “She loved you two more than anything. Y/N would talk about you both nonstop to an annoying degree.”

When Robin playfully rolls her eyes, they both laugh almost uncontrollably until his gradually shift into sobs. Rising to her feet, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and in turn he does the same, his fingers digging almost painfully into her back. 

“I miss her so much.”

***

When both boys finally made it back home, Eddie silently flopped down on the couch as he grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. Since your passing, the metalhead had moved into the living room since their apartment only had one bedroom. Without you between them they saw no point in sharing anymore. Steve never said anything to contradict but he wished his friend had stayed. Even though they were never intimate in the dynamic, he would have rather shared a bed with his friend than be alone. It was just more of a reminder that you were gone. 

“Another group of men were found dead today outside of their homes, stabbed through the chest, and with nothing stolen or motive perceived from Hawkins PD. We reached out to reinstated Chief Hopper for comment but at this time none was given.”

“Something we should be worried about you think?”, Steve asked as he came up behind his friend to watch the tv.

“I mean, as long as they aren’t blaming me, I’d say no.”

“It doesn’t seem like Vecna either. No broken bones or eyes caved in—” Rising to his feet, Eddie hastily turned off the tv and reached for his jacket. “Eddie—”

“I agree. No Vecna. I’m, um, I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Is this how it’s always going to be?! Are we just going to be awkward around each other now? She wouldn’t have wanted that, Ed.”

A smooth, sarcastic laugh escaped the metalhead’s lips as he turned to face his friend. 

“Yeah? Well, I wanted her here and she’s fucking dead. We both don’t get what we want.”

“So, you’re just going to sully her memory like that?”

“Oh, fuck you, Harrington! She’s the one that ran off even though I told her not to move. She’s the one that decided to fight instead of listening to you and not being a hero. She’s the one who DIED IN MY FUCKING ARMS!” As his voice cracked, he paused to collect himself. “Y/N’s gone. She doesn’t get a say anymore.”

With that he turned on his heels and slammed the door. 

“He’s always been really hot headed hasn’t he?”, the vision of you giggles as you kick your feet against the counter. 

Steve never told anyone for fear of coming off as insane but this is how he processed you no longer being around; he pretended you weren’t gone.

“Yeah, just like you.”

“Excuse me! I was stubborn but not ‘hot headed’, jerk.”

His head hung at the word “was” as his bottom lip began to tremble. Jumping off the counter, you slide over till you were just inches from his side. Even though you weren’t really there, he swore he could smell you.

“Steve, baby, look at me. He’ll be ok… you both will.”

Shaking his head, he wiped the tears that had begun to fall but when he moved his hands away the image of you disappeared. 

“I love you, honey. I miss you so much.”

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Eddie pulled his hood over his head as he powerwalked in what he thought was no particular direction. Even after being exonerated people still scowled and hurled insults his way. The ones that hurt him the most were the ones about you. 

Because they couldn’t bring your body back, it was assumed you had died with everyone else. Your family still held on to hope but in the worst way. You parents used to love him and Steve, treating them both like family but after Chrissy’s death everything shifted. They told you to stay away from him and in turn you told them to fuck off. 

Anytime they saw Eddie, they begged him to tell them where you were or where your body was so they could properly grieve. He ignored them as best he could but it killed him because he knew the truth. That’s something he and Nancy could connect on. Every time she told him about her experiences with Barb it comforted him to an extent. He hoped one day he could give them peace like her friend’s parents got. 

Stumbling over his feet, the metalhead finally took note of his surroundings realizing he had walked to Hawkins Cemetery. Sighing heavily, he gave in and let his feet continue to lead him till he was in front of your plot. 

“Y/N Y/L/N. 1986. Loving Friend, Daughter, and Girlfriend.” 

“Fucking basic shit. You were way more than that.”, he grumbled as he took a seat facing your stone. 

“I’m angry with you; so fucking angry. I told you to go up the rope but you insisted I go so I could catch you like Steve had. I should have known better. How could you do that? How could you leave us like that?!”

“I didn’t do it by choice.”, the vision of you replied in a sad but calm tone as you sat on top of your own stone. Eddie’s jaw tightened as he looked in the opposite direction. “Still ignoring me?”

“You’re not real.”

“True…but it helps Steve. At least that’s what you hope after hearing him talk out loud to me the other night. He really hates being alone, you know? He wants to talk to you but—”

“I can’t talk about you with people. Not yet.”

“Ok, then don’t talk about me. Maybe talk about D&D or Steve’s day. Anything else. Eddie, just because I’m gone doesn’t mean you two stop being friends.”

“Don’t preach to me, babe. I don’t want to hear it.”

“What do you want to hear?”

“Nothing. That’s all I ever fucking hear now. I don’t hear your stories about work or your family. I don’t hear you laughing at my jokes or your sarcasm when you’re making fun of Steve for his lack of movie knowledge. I don’t hear your fucking breath in the middle of the night when you’re sleeping or see you bite your lip when you’re thinking about something complicated. I don’t feel your fingers in my hair when I’m lying on the floor listening to music or your lips against mine. Why, Y/N? Because you’re fucking DEAD!”

The vision of you watched with sympathetic eyes as his shoulders shook and he sobbed in his hands. After a few minutes, he wiped his nose on his sleeve, finding you sitting cross legged in front of him with your knees inches from his own. 

“I don’t know how to live without you, sweetheart.”

“Eddie… I never loved anyone on this planet as much as I loved you and Steve. If it meant keeping you both safe…I would die again.”

“It was our job to protect you.”

“And you did such an amazing job.”

Shaking his head, he glanced towards a tree in the distance before turning your way to find you gone. 

“I love you, baby.”

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Steve’s eyes snap open at the sound of glass breaking before quickly grabbing his bat and slowly stalking to the kitchen. 

“Jesus Christ!”

“I just go by Eddie but…” They both exasperatedly laughed as the other boy lowered his weapon. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I just left the cemetery and I didn’t realize it was so fucking late.”

“Did, um, were you going to see her?”

He could have responded sarcastically but your words lingered in his mind. 

“Yeah… I just needed to hash some things out with her.”

“I know how you feel. Sometimes I get really angry at her to but then I get confused because I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Yeah.”, Eddie laughs as well. “Fuck, this sucks.”

As his friend nodded, a shadow on the wall caught the former jocks attention. It looked like a figure but that can’t be right because they were on the fourth floor of their complex. Just as he began to glance to find out what it was, their window shattered causing both men to fall to the ground and cover their heads. 

Steve recovered first, swiftly grabbing his bat and blocking the weapon that begun to swing down towards the metalhead. To his surprise it did stop it but as soon as he pushed the figure back, the bat cut cleanly in half. It took him a few seconds to realize the stranger in front of him was wielding a sword causing him to duck out of the way as the person continued swinging it at him. 

While trying to find something to defend himself with, he heard Eddie call his name and turned just in time to see him slide another sword his way. 

“Isn’t this fake?!”

“Please! We’re nerds! Do you think Y/N and I would buy anything fake!?”

Just as Steve unsheathed the weapon, it clinked loudly against the strangers. Both beings went toe to toe with the pretty boy surprising even himself. He got too cocky, however, lowering his guard just enough for the figure to punch his chest knocking the wind out of him as he fell to the floor. 

The armor the figure was wearing loudly tapped against each other as they stepped forwards and pointed their weapon at Steve’s throat. With wide eyes, he watched as the person took off their helmet and casually tossed it to the ground as their hair fell around their face.

“Y/N?”

The boy whined as you tilted the sharp weapon up towards his chin causing him to stretch his face out of the way. 

“My master sends his regards.”, you hiss as you step back and raise your sword. 

Before you can do anything, something hard collides with your head and you faint to the ground.

“Ok, I’m not dreaming right? Or hallucinating?”, Eddie asked as he reached for Steve’s hand to help him off the ground. 

“No, dude. At least I don’t think so…”

[marriedtomoneymartin]

stressed out

caitlin clark x reader

warnings: sad cait ☹️, a little angst, kissing, some fluff at the end (dont worry im not evil).

in which: you surprise caitlin not knowing how stressed out she was.

caitlin walked through the hallway out of the locker room, her bag slinged on her shoulder and she looked straight ahead. the rest of her teammates were infront of her talking amongst themselves, laughing. caitlin looked at them but then back down at the floor. they reached the door and the group stopped outside the entrance but caitlin kept moving.

“hey, caitlin!” aliyah called after her. caitlin turned around. “we’re all gonna grab lunch somewhere, do you wanna come?” she asked.

“im okay, thanks” caitlin responded. aliyah nodded and everyone turned back to each other and continued to talk. caitlin started to walk towards her car and she looked up from the ground and saw you. she stood there in shock. she hadn’t seen you since graduation because you went back home to see your family. she smiled and started running towards you and you did the same. you hugged her and she picked you up.

“hi cait” you said smiling at her.

“hi baby” she smiled back. you kissed her and she kissed back like she didnt want to pull away. after she set you down, you guys drove back home. both of your deciding to shower because she just had a long practice and you just had a long flight.

a few days later, when caitlin had the day off, you woke up to see her side of the bed empty. you found it weird because you were normally the first one up, but you shrugged it off. you got up and walked out to find caitlin sitting on the couch, looking somewhat upset. you had noticed this throughout the week, but when she was with you it was all smiles. you started to wonder if they were genuine ones.

“hey, are you ok? you look kinda upset” you asked her walking over to where she was sitting.

“im fine” she responded, not looking up from her phone.

“are you sure? you know you can talk to me when-“ you tried to say but you got cut off.

“goodness, i said im fine. can you drop it?” she said, raising her voice a little in irritation. you opened you mouth to say something, but you closed it and walked away, not wanting to annoy her more. you sat back in your shared room, on your phone. you knew she would come around, so there was no point in stressing about it. a few minutes later, you heard three quiet knocks on the bedroom. you looked up to see caitlin looking at you with sorry eyes. you gave her a small smile and she came in. she laid down with her head on your chest, the way she always did when you comforted her.

“im sorry i yelled at you. you didnt do anything wrong, you didnt deserve that.” caitlin said softly. it was moments like this where caitlins big strong personality for the public crumbled before you.

“its ok baby. you wanna tell me whats bothering you now?” you said. she let out a long sigh before opening her mouth.

“it’s all too much” she said, her voice cracking a little at the end. “the media is all on me to be amazing, and to carry my college career into the professional league, but its hard” she said, starting to cry. “i keep getting compared, and we keep losing, and everyone’s expecting me to be the best and im not” she let out a sob. “and im not meshing well with my team. and all this stress is affecting my game and i feel like im the reason we’re losing.” you heart broke seeing her this upset and hard on herself. you kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.

“you’ve just got to try and ignore the media as best as you can. i know they’re all in your face, but just try and focus on your game. because i know, when you completely focus on your game, you’re unstoppable. as far as the people know, you are the best. you’re the one who broke records and raised attendance and attention to women’s basketball. you might be stumbling a little bit, but you’re still an extremely talented player. making that transition from college to the league is difficult, especially with everyone on your ass to be the best. and you’re transitioning well, you’ll get the hang of things soon, trust me.” you told her. she sat up and smiled at you. you wiped the tears from her face and kissed her. she placed you in her lap and her hands found their home on your hips, yours in her hair. you pulled away and rested your foreheads together and looked at each other.

“i love you” she whispered.

“i love you too” you whispered back.

a/n:

hey gang

did yall like this? i cant write angst for my life.

anyway guess who’s birthday is today.

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 13 - I can't tell one from another

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Just a lil aggro and intimidation

Bonjour lovelies! Here we go...heating up now. Reader is living her best life (or trying to). As always, your reblogs and comments mean the world! Thank you!

Bucky was working on an old Camaro down at the auto shop when Steve called.

He hit the accept call button and put it on speaker as he set the phone down and began to wipe the grease off hands with a rag. Before he could even get a greeting out, Steve was talking.

“Don’t get mad,” Steve warned sternly.

Bucky frowned, “Hello to you too…”

“Don’t get mad,” he repeated.

Bucky’s frown deepened, “Don’t open a call like that, you know that’s only going to rile me up. What’s going on? Did Parker fuck up the delivery?”

“No”, replied Steve. “Work is fine. I’m in town picking up those parts from Pym…”

“And? Spit it out, Steve,” Bucky huffed.

Steve let out a deep sigh, “I just saw…you know who. She’s here. She’s out on a date, with that guy from the plant who asked her out at the bar”.

Bucky froze and Steve momentarily thought the line had dropped. “Buck? Look I’m not telling you this to be a dick. I just thought you should know. In case you see them around town”.

“Alright…thanks for telling me”, Bucky uttered quietly. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Did she look…happy?”

The long pause from Steve already told Bucky everything he needed to know.

“Uh…yeah, Buck. Yeah she did”.

Bucky hung up, taking a moment as he stood perfectly still in the middle of the garage.

He picked up a wrench and flung it full force into the wall, leaving a dent in the plaster. Gritting his teeth, he then smashed a toolbox with his metal arm - sending it flying off the workbench and crashing into to the floor as its contents scattered across the room.

Bucky took a deep breath.

*

It was a few weeks later when Peter checked his phone as he walked out of the plant. Another tiring shift, but a message from you made him smirk and his fingers got to work responding as he headed to his car.

He hummed along to his earphones and waved to a few of his colleagues as he walked across the parking lot.

Looking down at his phone screen, he didn’t initially notice the broad figure leaning against his car.

He flinched as he peered up, car keys in hand. The man who had taken up residence across his driver’s door was burly and tall, sleek brown hair to his ears and a toothpick between his teeth, framed by a sneer. Peter didn’t miss the leather kutte, and the very recognisable patch attached to it. Parked up just a few feet away was a very large motorcycle.

Peter swallowed as two very intense blue eyes studied him. He knew who this was. Everybody did.

“Can I help you…bro?” He asked tentatively, keeping his tone light.

“I’m sure you can bro”, the man jeered.

Peter waited for him to elaborate, but the man continued to stare him down for a little longer.

“I’m just here to tell you that I’ve got my eye on you”, the man warned sinisterly.

Peter squared his shoulders, refusing to look intimidated, “Okay…and why would that be?” he asked.

But he already knew. He remembered the bar. He remembered that same look then, too.

“Just be good to her”, the man hissed.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Be good to her. Treat her right. I’ll find out if you don’t,” the man threatened.

Peter tilted his head, unable to stay quiet, “what? Treat her right? Like you did?” he spat.

Bucky surged forward, squaring up to Peter. They were practically nose-to-nose as they stared at each other. Bucky’s breathing was heavy and restrained.

He pressed his finger hard into Peter’s shoulder, pushing him back a couple of steps as Peter scrambled to keep his footing. Bucky reached over and yanked on the earphone wire, pulling them out of Peter’s ears and sending them to the ground. He threateningly raised a gloved finger in front of Peter’s eyes.

“Just remember what I told you”, His voice was quiet, but menacing.

Bucky moved to his bike, shooting Peter one final glare as he mounted the seat and began to rev the engine. Seconds later he shot out of the parking lot, as Peter bent over to pick up the dropped earphones.

He exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath for a long time.

What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you.

*

“So, I know this a nice place but you didn’t have to embarrass me by looking that good, yknow”, Peter hummed as he peered over the menu at you and took a sip of his wine.

You giggled, feeling the heat at your cheeks as you shook your head, “Oh, shut up”, you said shyly as you looked at your own menu.

This was the nicest restaurant in town, so you’d made an effort. You’d worn your favourite dress and a pair of heels, taken time with your hair and make-up. You felt good. Pretty. And Peter’s compliments made you feel like a teenager again.

You’d actually been out a few times since that coffee date. A few dinners, a trip to the movies, drinks (at a bar outside of town, you weren’t stupid). It was nice being with him. It was easy…uncomplicated. You’d settled into a routine together, texting and hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. You didn’t really think about what happened when you left town. You were just taking it day by day. You knew Peter probably wasn’t the love of your life, but he didn’t need to be.

Still radio silence from Bucky, although you’d seen him once.

You and Peter were buying groceries for a movie night, he’d gone to fetch the popcorn and you were getting a bottle of wine from the liquor section. Bucky had turned into the aisle just as you were leaving it, and the two of you both froze and stared at one another for a few seconds. It had been weeks, almost months. It felt weird to see him there of all places, after all the drama and the heightened emotions of how things were left between you both, seeing him in for the first time somewhere so mundane and normal was…strangely anticlimactic. Although your heart beating at the speed it was suggested otherwise.

He grabbed a six pack of beer from the shelf and gave you a nod, and you nodded back. Your feet were suddenly glued to the ground. He ran his hand through his hair and you had a brief flashback to yourself tugging on those strands as he pushed you deep into the mattress…

The tension lay thick, stifling. It was strange to feel a pang of longing for him, yet still angry at the same time. The hurt he’d caused you was still there, simmering under the surface.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I’m okay. How are you?” You replied awkwardly, your voice quiet.

“Okay. Yeah”, he nodded.

“And uh…How’s the bar? And the MC?”

“Alright. We had to get a new pool table after Thor got drunk and fell through the last one…”

You smirked at that, instantly chastising yourself for allowing him to make you smile. You could just picture it so clearly…

His eyes seemed to sparkle as you smiled, and you ignored whatever seemed to be stirring in the depths of your heart.

“How’s the house? Nearly ready?” He asked.

“Nearly,” you nodded.

“Did you do the fence yet?”

You scowled, “No…I will I just…I’ll probably pay somebody or something”, you muttered, annoyed at being called out, “It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Just functional”, you shrugged unconvincingly.

He smiled as if seeing through your nonchalance, “Well…don’t just pay some shitty handyman to butcher it or whatever”, he said plainly, “That place means a lot to you, I know. Anyone could see that home was built on love. Give it the care it deserves”.

“Right”, you nodded dumbly, a little taken aback by his almost poetic insight as you just stared back at him.

“Well…I’d better…”, he flicked his head to show he had to get going.

“Right, yeah. See you”, you replied hastily, your trance broken.

He smiled at you and then disappeared down one of the other aisles as you stood in his wake. It was odd…that awkwardness between you. You’d never really had that with him. He felt like a stranger now. Someone from another life. Although that was probably for the best. It was what you had wanted.

Right?

Peter had appeared a few moments later, brandishing ice cream and popcorn and slipping them into your shopping basket as he chatted away about some jerky he’d seen. You’d nodded in the right places and followed him as you lugged the basket alongside him, trying to silently exorcise the ghosts that haunted you.

*

And now you were having dinner. Nice restaurant, a few glasses of wine, dating for some weeks now…You were acutely aware of what Peter might be expecting tonight…

You’d had a few heavy make-out sessions, but you hadn’t…gone all the way yet.

You weren’t sure why. You weren’t particularly prudish or shy about sex. You knew it was normal and healthy. Your general view was that if it was between consensual adults, people could do whatever they wanted in the bedroom - and that included you. You had no time for people who branded women sluts for enjoying sex or had strange rules about how long you should wait with someone.

You were fully aware Peter was keen from the way he touched you and how his breathing deepened when you kissed him, although he’d never pushed or pressurised you into anything further. You just seemed to have this strange mental barrier you couldn’t get beyond, every time things got heated with him, you’d find yourself anxious and suddenly unable to continue - a mental block you couldn’t explain or shift. You found him attractive, you liked being with him – so, what gives? Was it a hangover from Bucky hurting you? Stress from sorting out the house? You couldn’t find the answer, you just knew that moving forward with Peter hadn’t felt ‘right’, yet.

Usually if things looked like they might be heading that way, you’d find yourself panicking. You’d apologise and say you had to get home. You’d insist on driving yourself to your dates so you could leave if you had one of these mini freak-outs. At no point did Peter make any comments or seem disparaging, he seemed happy enough to go at your pace.

But maybe enough was enough. Maybe it was time.

As you toyed with the idea of finally going further with him, Peter finished his glass of wine and poured himself another, topping up yours as well.

“So what’s the latest with the house?”, he asked, “You gotta be nearly there right?”

You nodded as you took a sip. “Almost. I’ve got the realtors coming next week to take pictures for the listing, and we’re going to start putting together a schedule for viewings. I just need to fix the fence first”.

Peter rolled his eyes, “You’re always going on about that fence. Just get it done already”, he said dismissively.

You scowled, slightly taken aback by his brusqueness.

He must’ve seen the change on your face as he held up a wary hand, “Sorry, I just meant...isn’t it better just to get it done?”, he asked softly as he took your hand from across the table, “Then you can finally get that weight off your shoulders and move on”.

“It’s not a weight…”

“I know, sorry, bad choice of words - I just mean so you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Look…I have a buddy at the plant who can fix it for you. He’s not a professional or anything but he’s cheap and he’s fast, he’ll probably do it in an hour or two for a six pack of beer and a bag of Doritos. It won’t be perfect or anything but it’ll look okay in the photographs. Then you can sell up fast and do your thing,” he explained matter-of-factly as he drank his wine. “Then your buyers can figure it out…”

You nodded. Getting it done quickly was appealing. But you couldn’t help but remember Bucky’s words, give it the care it deserves. It was weird thinking about strangers traipsing around Granny’s house, changing things, knocking down walls and making it theirs…

You shook off the thought and turned your attention back to Peter. You smiled, doing your best to lighten the mood, “Sell up fast, huh? Are you trying to get rid of me?”

He laughed, and you forced a smile behind your wine glass.

[batsplat]

As we sat at a table for dinner in Yamaha's hospitality unit at Valencia [2008], where we planned to pick up from where we'd last left his biography, I realised that there was nobody left from the group of people with whom I had worked so closely last time around. There was no Dani Amatriaín, his manager for ten years; no Pere-Gurt, his former director of communications; even his old friend, Dani Palau, wasn't there. They had all made way for a new inner circle, headed by Marcos Hirsch, his physical trainer and now his manager. Héctor Martín, who was signed up by Amatriaín as Jorge's press officer, was now in charge of all his press and PR activities while the renowned lawyer Ramón Sostres, who works for a host of top-level Spanish international footballers, had been hired as his new legal advisor.

Lap by lap Dani [Amatriaín] began to realise he was watching one of them more than the others - a tiny kid who rode differently to everybody else. He didn't know it yet, but what Dani saw from trackside that day was a glimpse into the future. 'More than his speed, he caught my attention by the way he took the corners. It was as if he'd been doing it his whole life - like a professional.' It is now the end of 2007 and he closes his eyes to remember a moment that clearly holds a special place in his memory. You just know that he could describe every second of it. 'I was curious to see who this kid was, so I took the trouble to go to his box.' It was there that Dani would meet one of the key characters in this story - Jorge's father, Chicho Lorenzo. 'I asked him about his rider. I told him he'd caught my attention and I wanted to meet him. His father called him and he came out.' It was love at first sight, although they wouldn't realise that until much later. 'I remember it as if it was yesterday,' continues Dani. 'He was an unusual, curious character. His head was shaved, apart from a Mohican and two stars. His father said, " This is Dani Amatriaín." [Jorge] looked at me with distrust. He had no idea who I was.' But their story together had begun because this little ten year old, with his skill and attitude, had made such a major impact on one of the leading talent-spotters in Spain.

A month after that first meeting Chicho Lorenzo travelled to Barcelona, where Dani was in charge of a school for mechanics called Monlau. While Jorge might not have known at Jerez how important this person was, his father certainly did, and he also knew how crucial his interest could turn out to be. Chicho wanted Jorge to go on competing in the Copa Aprilia but he was in dire financial straits. 'I've brought him this far,' Chicho told Dani. 'From here I don't have the means to take him further. Is there anything we can do?' Sincerity and candour, a Lorenzo trademark. At that time Amatriaín already had ten or eleven riders competing in the CEV, European Championships and Grands Prix. 'I couldn't give him the support he deserved,' recalls Dani. 'It was really difficult for me and I had no choice but to say no.' Lorenzo's fledgling career was on the point of ending before it had begun, but Chicho was not, and is not, the kind of guy who accepts defeat. Dani's words would have been heartbreaking to anybody else, but Chicho refused to leave Barcelona without making one final attempt. As they said goodbye he handed Dani a videotape. 'Please, just watch this. So that you can see how we ride in Mallorca.' With that he left, confident in the knowledge that the sight of Jorge in action would be enough for Dani to take those crushing words back.

Jorge's father, who had seen the reaction his son's riding provoked among bystanders back home in Palma de Mallorca, was not wrong. The first thing Amatriaín did when he arrived home was load the tape into his VCR. His wife had his dinner ready on the table and was angry that he walked straight past it to the video recorder, but Dani's curiosity had got the better of his manners. 'I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The way he rode, how he slid the bike around. I was surprised by his audacity, his temperament, the way he controlled the bike and the way it was all so natural. He was so small that it was surprising to see him ride like that. And his stare... he already had the stare of a champion.' The video already forms part of Lorenzo legend and is something anybody close to him pinpoints as a key moment in his discovery. The first time I asked Pere Gurt when and how he'd come across Jorge he told me: 'I'll start by telling you about the first time I heard anybody talk about him. Dani told me he'd seen a video of this incredible kid. I remember he told me he'd discovered a bomb waiting to explode - a rough diamond.'

Chicho Lorenzo spotted his son's ability on two wheels when the child was only three and immediately started grooming him for greatness. He removed the brakes from Jorge's bike to force him to learn to stop it by skidding sideways, won him a place with Dani Amatriain, one of Spain's top team managers, and later withdrew him from school early so that the boy could focus on racing.

Dani Amatriaín lives for racing, and his experience and natural instmct for recognising talent drew him instantly to the screen, riveted by the image of a midget riding like a professional. From that day he made Jorge one of his pupils and always had him marked out as one of his favourites. Through Jorge, Dani envisioned the resurrection of an old dream and the quest to fulfil that dream became his life. His deepest professional desire had been to find a kid with raw talent and teach him from scratch - to train him as a rider and as a person, coaching him through every level of competition until that great promise was realised in the form of a great champion. 'I always thought that when I found a rider like that, who had all the natural attributes, everything else could be worked on.'

At Jerez Dani had already seen that this kid was different from the rest and now he could begin to witness it first hand. They would go to a circuit and Dani would take a 600, with Jorge following behind on a 50. 'I was virtually drooling because it was like having a professional behind me. Then I'd let him pass and I'd follow him from behind so that I could watch him and I realised that he'd picked up absolutely everything. He was like a sponge! I had to stop because he was getting faster and faster and I was worried he might hurt himself.'

Chicho Lorenzo had dug a diamond from the mine and delivered it - now it needed an expert jeweller to work on it. Despite his own obvious natural talent for riding and his vast experience, the first reality faced by Amatriaín was that this was going to be a difficult job - as difficult as the character of a World Champion. But Dani wanted to take it on and he committed himself to it with great conviction. Jorge came into his life as a challenge; he showed signs of being a thoroughbred racer and Dani backed him strongly, so convinced of his talent that he gave the youngster his own lucky number, 48. It was the number Amatriaín had always worn when he raced, during the late 1980s and early 1990s. It was a small detail but one designed to tell the world that Jorge was his great hope. Apart from 2007, when Lorenzo sported the number 1 plate as 250cc World Champion, Jorge stuck with 48 in tribute to his sporting father figure until the end of the 2008 season, when he'd brought their professional and personal relationship to an end. Indeed, as will become clear over the course of this book, the fact he discarded that number in favour of 99 for the 2009 season was just as significant a decision as it was to use the number 48 in the first place.

It was an amazing change compared to the Jorge of 2002. That was the year he was introduced to his personal trainer, Marcos Hirsch. They'd arranged to meet in the Flash-Flash restaurant in Barcelona with Dani Amatriaín, who had also been trained by Marcos. Hirsch arrived to find Jorge sitting on a sofa, his feet hovering inches above the floor. 'One day this guy will be a great champion ... if we can sort him out,' declared Dani, with his hand proudly gripping little Jorge's shoulder.

But a split developed between Chicho and Amatriain in 2006, when the latter wanted to fire a sports psychologist favoured by the former. Beset by conflicting advice, Lorenzo stopped winning races in the 250cc world championship and began to crash frequently.

 It was time to make a choice. On one side were his father Chicho, his girlfriend Eva and his psychologist Joaquin Dosil. On the other were his colleagues and friends Dani Amatriaín and Marcos Hirsch. A group of people once united in the Jorge Lorenzo cause had been split down the middle by a clash of criteria. The unusual thing about cases like this is that both parties involved in the conflict had the common objective of Jorge's well-being but the crux of the matter was that there were many different ways to approach and achieve it. The approach, in particular, had to be one that suited the rider, who was no longer a child and needed to make his own decisions about how to solve dilemmas. He needed to make a choice with those closest to him - but who was closest to him? Which side should he go with? [...] The lowest point came, after the French Grand Prix. Dani Amatriaín, the man who had guided him every step of the way since he was ten, was concerned and felt under mounting pressure. He told Jorge: 'I don't want to work with a rider who keeps falling off and is running the risk of hurting himself, seriously hurting himself. Stop for a moment, think, reflect. This cannot continue. I don't want you to kill yourself on the track.'

He had to choose sides – and went with Amatriain. His father demanded money in return for what he had invested in his son, and Lorenzo asked him to keep away from grand prix tracks. The rift continues, although in a subdued form.

So Jorge made the decision to go with his friends. Everybody wanted the best for him, of course, but only Marcos Hirsch and Dani Amatriaín knew how to achieve it. 'I had no choice, I couldn't say no,' remembers Jorge. 'I had to cut myself free from everything. Only they could pull me out of the hole. "If you want to be World Champion, you have to leave everything behind," they told me. "Trust us." It was really hard because I loved my girlfriend like crazy! And my father, too.' [...] On top of the exercises in mental preparation, the relaxation and the late nights in Barcelona, chatting with Jorge to calm him and remove anxiety from his life, an important new rule was introduced into his routine at Mugello. Every Wednesday, when he arrived at the circuit, he would hand over his mobile phones to Dani Amatriaín- and he wouldn't get them back until Monday. There would be no laptop computer either. He would spend the five days of a Grand Prix completely detached from the outside world, where the racket had become so deafening and distracting.

Marcos took me to Las Ramblas Avenue for a walk and we started talking about what we would do. And he told me. "Either you end this whole situation and get rid of your father, Dosil and Eva and you give me your mobiles on Wednesdays when you fly and I'll bring them back to you on Mondays, or I am done with you".

"You have to break up with your girlfriend Eva because your father is using her to send you messages." Enough is enough! Then Dosil disappeared, Chicho disappeared and Eva disappeared.

The following is an extract from an article published in Diario de Mallorca [in 2006] [...] The father of Mallorcan motorcycle racer Jorge Lorenzo has declared war on his manager, Dani Amatriaín. [...] 'I've been left without a job and without a son, because at the moment he is no son of mine. I am hopeful the same thing happens to him that happens to all sons. That he values everything I have done for him,' says Chicho Lorenzo, who says he hasn't spoken to Jorge for eleven days. He also points the finger at Amatriaín: 'He's his manager and the boss of the team, which are two conflicting jobs. As a director he's already taking 20 per cent, plus the percentage he takes as an agent, but it's not about what he earns. I don't know where my son's money is and it is not normal that the parents of a 19-year-old boy don't know that. We don't know what kind of contract he has with Aprilia ... I wish I'd have looked after the money myself. That way I'd know now that it is all for him. The number of cases where an agent has fleeced a sportsman is incalculable.

The 19-year-old rider from Mallorca has released a statement requesting the closure of 'a catalogue of false claims that, regrettably, have been made public’ and respect for his 'private life, with the attention turned to my career as a professional and a sportsman. Anything that happens in my private life will never be allowed to interfere with my career.' The Mallorcan added: 'My life as a sportsman is completely separate and it is, and always will be, directed by a group of professionals who have my complete trust. '

'Daniel Amatriaín brings charges against the father of Jorge Lorenzo' ‘...the kind of personal comments he has made need to be dealt with in court, where I have already appeared in defence of my honour as a person and a professional' The press release goes on to thank 'certain sections of the media for the invitation to contest some of the humiliating accusations about my person and my professional attitude, which have been published recently'.

JL: To be separated from your son after 18 years together, training him... But he brought it on himself because he didn't want me to continue with Dani [Amatriaín]. If he'd have got on better with Dani, he'd still be here now, but that's the way he is. It's all or nothing with him and when he gets really angry you can't calm him down.

Exactly what the pair meant to each other - Dani to Jorge and vice versa - was best described by Jordi Perez, team co-ordinator for Fortuna Aprilia, at the end of 2007. 'Other than his parents, the most important person in Jorge's life has been Dani. He put his life on one side so that Jorge would not want for anything. He gave up everything for him - not in a material sense but in terms of the affection he has shown him. Before giving Jorge bad advice he'd rather take it on himself.'

'The problem with Dani Amatriaín started in 2007,' begins Jorge. 'Things I can't really specify through good manners and because they're in the hands of the courts. But basically I was very worried and I started to talk about it with Marcos in the gym. ‘What am I going to do with my life?' I'd ask him. I must say that I used to talk about it without giving it too much importance and without really thinking seriously about it because I couldn't imagine my future without Dani. But at that time, aside from the personal problem with him, I started to realise how much money I was missing and I started to get angry about it. The first thing that came into my head, because I still had a contract with him and it was out of order to just go up to him and say it was over, was to tell him that I still wanted to continue with him as my manager, because he did a good job with the sponsors, but that from now on I didn't want him to look after my financial affairs because I couldn't trust him. Marcos and I decided to change lawyers and get somebody else to look after the money. We chose Ramon Sostres.'

During the month of September 2008 Jorge's relationship with his lifelong manager, Dani Amatriaín began to splinter. Once again, people associated his problems on the track with his personal circumstances off it, allegations Jorge denies. 'My problems away from the track had nothing to do with my crashes,' he insists. 'From a sentimental point of view I wasn't affected at all by what was happening. I had started to see things I didn't like, strange things, but I had so much confidence in this person that I never imagined the things that were going on could happen. Practically right up until the split, until the final month, I still had complete faith in him. I wasn't worried. The crashes were simply a result of me trying to do more than I could with what I had underneath me rather than my concerns about what was going on around me.' Not everybody who was aware of what was going on at the time subscribes to Jorge's version of it. At the end of the day, we are all human. 'I think that the split with Dani has made Jorge more relaxed,' says Hector Martin. 'In my opinion, the crash at Laguna Seca was related to problems that were going on off the track. I am convinced of it. The ones at China, Le Mans and Catalunya weren't, but Laguna Seca was. There came a moment, 5 September to be exact, when he split from Dani, face to face in Alella, and he changed his "chip". By the tenth of that month, when he was sent a fax from Las Vegas legally confirming the end of their professional relationship, he was completely liberated.'

'We came up with a plan of how we were going to tell Dani,' Jorge starts up again. 'It was after the Czech Grand Prix at Brno. I could tell he didn't like it but he knew that if he got shirty then it was all over, so he half accepted it. In fact, he said that being honest he wasn't sure he could continue being of use to me in the future, "so it is better that we leave it", he told me. But I said no because he was still doing a good job. I told him to be clear that I only wanted a change of lawyer. Unfortunately things showed no sign of improving and I came to the conclusion that I was going to lose all of my money if I didn't hurry up and break up with him. So after Misano we had another meeting and I told him definitively that we weren't going to continue.' Jorge takes a longer pause than the previous one, breaks into a smile and says: 'So I do remember everything, hey? I thought I'd forgotten it all.' He picks up exactly where he left off. 'He knew when I called him for a meeting that I was going to break up because I suppose somebody he knows would have told him. When I saw him speeding up to me in his Porsche I knew not to expect a good reaction. I was scared because I thought he might flip out and try and hit me, or that he might have brought some heavy with him like the one he brought to Misano. I had to go on my own because if Marcos had come it would have got messy. Anyway, surprisingly, he accepted it, he didn't get mad. The crazy thing was that, even though we had officially split up, he travelled to America for the next race at Indianapolis!'

By the tune the Indianapolis GP came around word had spread among the international press that their relationship had ended. However, Dani Amatriaín acted as if nothing had happened. In fact, he invited the Spanish press to dinner and just when they expected him to announce the break-up Dani stood up and thanked everybody for coming. And that was it! Meal over! 'During practice on Friday Dani wanted to make it look as if nothing had happened and he asked if he could stand in the garage for the sake of his image,' recalls Jorge. 'It was pretty heavy because I'd be getting off the bike and going to speak to Ramon Forcada and I could see him there in the box staring at me with this look of intense hate. It made it really difficult for me to concentrate. Hector Martin steps in. 'I was trying to put myself in Jorge's line of vision, to make a screen so that he didn't see Dani. But since the only other person in the garage that knew about it was Lin Jarvis, nobody else understood what was going on.' Jorge continues. 'On the Saturday night of the GP Dani called Hector and asked for a meeting at the hotel. He wanted to make me sign some documents with God knows what on them and I refused to sign anything, obviously. He'd already done the same thing to Hector at the circuit and he'd also been into Carmela Ezpeleta's office and tried stitching him up by asking him to sign something else. It must have been hard for Hector because he doesn't like confrontations, but he had to give him our lawyer's card and tell him that he could no longer speak to us directly - that everything had to go through our lawyer. It made the relationship extremely difficult from that point on, although at least I didn't have to worry about seeing him at the circuits any more because from Valencia 2008 he was [banned] from coming into the paddock.'

'If a man like Valentino Rossi's performances were affected when he had problems with the tax authorities in 2007, how could Jorge's not be?' agrees Javi Ullate. 'What happened to him was like a break-up in a marriage. That would affect anybody.' But the person who was most surprised by what happened, and by Jorge's reaction, despite his vast experience, was Ramon Forcada. 'In real terms he aged a year over the course of 2008 but in terms of maturity he aged a decade. Considering the problems he's had this year he has shown an incredible capacity to shut it all out and concentrate on riding. It was like a thought bypass! Shortly before he would get on the bike you could see that he was troubled, but he would put on his leathers and it was as if he didn't have a care in the world. When the session finished we would chat about what we had to change for the next practice or for the race, and then, you saw the worry creep back onto his face. But he came through it, he rose above it. Indianapolis was the clearest example of that, and the clearest example of him making the bike his own. He had never finished on the podium in a wet race before and he finished third. Plus it would have been second if they hadn't stopped the race!'

Dani Amatriain's team began to dismember some time ago. Brazilian Marcos Hirsch, the driver's physical trainer, acknowledges some disagreements with the manager "two years ago." "I barely have contact with him, but I am like an external collaborator, I am not part of the team or its meetings," says Hirsch, who claims to have found out about the impending Lorenzo-Amatriain divorce "from a Catalan newspaper." "It is now said that Dani was Jorge's discoverer and that is not true; "Jorge's discoverer was his father, Chicho Lorenzo," Hirsch emphasized.

Hirsch: It's also true that he has been unlucky because this period with Amatríain was good on the sporting side... but on the personal side he has suffered a lot.

After there was speculation about the creation of a MotoGP team for Jorge Lorenzo, Dani Amatriain got his pupil to sign for Yamaha, leaving him in the background as the rider's manager. After a very irregular season, in which the first successes in the top category gave way to a carousel of serious falls, Jorge Lorenzo now decides to break with his mentor when he begins to straighten his sporting course after the last two podiums in Italy and USA. Lorenzo, protected by a great team of the stature of Yamaha along with Valentino Rossi, thus breaks with a tutor who was excessively absorbing.

Over the course of 2008, Hector Martin was a first-hand witness to the changes in Jorge's professional and personal life, taking an active role in his development and growth. 'Since the split with Amatriaín he wants to know everything. He gets angry if we don't tell him. He doesn't oversee everything because the wheels are often already in motion, but he wants to know if there's anything going on.' Jorge has taken control of his life and the evidence was there initially in the small details, with his helmet in the final round at Valencia bearing a small inscription that read 'FMT', meaning 'Free Man Team'. For 2009 he changed his number from 48 to 99. The message was clear: Jorge Lorenzo was a free man. 'Now I make the decisions,' he says forcefully. 'I will ask the people around me for advice but I will be free to do what I feel like and what I want. In the past I had my hands tied a bit. A bit no, a lot! Perhaps I could have realised that earlier but life happens the way it happens and the important thing is to react decisively and not to regret the things you can't change.'

In the end I quit with Amatriaín for quite dark and ugly reasons and I started a new adventure... with Marcos as my manager, or as he says, my right-hand person.

So at last Jorge was free, although a lot of things have been left unsaid - 'things that can perhaps be explained in the future or perhaps not, but for the time being they remain in the hands of the judges,' says Jorge. Marcos is keen to pick up the story, but Jorge finishes by adding, 'This year, on the track at least, I didn't think about Dani at all - he never once came into my mind. But when I was at home in Mallorca he called me and threatened me. He told me I was a coward, that I had no balls, that my mother didn't deserve to have such a cowardly son. "I'll get you", things like that. There were a lot of phone calls like that, a lot of messages. The truth is that he's a smart guy and he always knew how to push it to the limit of what is legal, without crossing the line.'

Lorenzo: Perhaps the worst thing, beyond the injuries, was what happened off the track, the whole Amatríain affair... and how he threatened me after I changed to a different manager. It took me a lot of mental strength to cope with that, switch off my private life... head to circuits and ride like nothing had happened.

In December 2008 a judge issued a restraining order and the pressure eased, but Marcos knew what a hard year it had been for Jorge. 'Jorge has forgotten a lot of things because my job was to make him forget them,' he explains. 'In fact, what Dani actually said in those phone calls was much more serious than what he remembers now. I have recordings of all of the phone calls because the lawyers advised me that it would be a good idea to gather as much evidence as possible for the lawsuits. In fact, all of the calls and messages have been transcribed and handed over to a notary for delivery to the court.

We spent the whole year like that — receiving messages, emails, threatening phone calls,' remembers Marcos, 'especially to Jorge, myself and Ramon Sostres, and a few to Hector. We had to cope with it and when Jorge called me all upset and frightened I would tell him to calm down, not to worry. "Let's speak to the lawyers and get them to do something or call the police so that they arrest him!" Jorge would say. The worst thing that happened was one day when we came out of the gym and Jorge was confronted by two heavies standing on either side of his car. There was another standing in the doorway of the hotel and a big black guy riding around the car park on a scooter. We went to get in the car and the guys just stood there, trying to intimidate us. It turns out that that was the day we were going to a meeting with the police in Les Corts [an area of central Barcelona], who I must thank for the impeccable and professional job they did. We set off and we were followed by a car with another guy in it, making out like he was going to ram us from behind. Hector was driving and I was in the passenger seat. I told him, when he had the opportunity, to get into a position where the other car would have to pull up alongside us. At the corner of another street the guy had no choice but to stop on my side of the car. I lowered the window and stared at him. He took off at the next crossroads and we went straight to the police station to inform the inspector in charge of the investigation into our case. After we made our statement we headed back and an unmarked police car followed us, with two of the four agents following our case inside. Sure enough, we head into the hotel and the two thugs are there again, wearing sunglasses, and then Dani Amatrían appears, making out like he's talking on his mobile phone. The agents walk in, ask them for ID and make a note of all of them. That was at the same time that Dani and his gang moved into the hotel. He was there for three or four days trying to join the gym where we train every day but Carles, the owner, told him there was no way because he knew we were training in there and it wasn't a good idea.

After all the bad things I have gone through, deceptions I had suffered with friends and Amatriaín... it will be very difficult for me to trust in anybody 100% again, but I think with the people around me now, I can trust at 99%.

'One Sunday morning I came out of my house to find a knife stuck through a photo of me into the seat of my motorbike,' continues Marcos. 'A few weeks ago he came to my door and stuck up a load of photos of me from an article FHM did about me last year. I know it was him because the guy went and left me a message admitting it! That happened all damn year. I took it to farcical levels to keep everything from affecting Jorge, and above all I tried not to give it too much importance. What else could I do? I know they can come and give me a kicking, stab me, whatever, because Dani spends most of his time planning his revenge against a world that has supposedly turned against him. And who am I? Jorge's manager? Bullshit! I am the person who makes sure his life is free of stress and prevents all this from affecting him when he is on his bike. 'Jorge is like a caged tiger, but if you run your hand over his back he calms down. Jorge has faith in me and when I tell him to forget everything he does it. What I tell him is this: if you appreciate me, if you love me, if you want to thank me for solving problems - all the 'Amatriaín" stuff, the threats we have put up with and all of the knives - if you care about everything that has happened then get on that bike and gas it! Jorge, get on that Yamaha and race! That is how you can pay me back . . . and you owe me! I am the screen that tries to block everything and every blow aimed at you will deflect off my back. Everything else will be decided in court,' Marcos concludes.

The Spanish press is reporting that Dani Amatriain, former manager of MotoGP star Jorge Lorenzo - as well as 125/250GP riders Pol and Alex Espargaro - has been arrested. Sportspaper Marca states that Amatriain was arrested in Barcelona, venue for this weekend's Grand Prix of Catalunya, after making death threats against his former riders. Amatriain [...] is alleged to have demanded money from the riders during early morning phone calls and face to face meetings.

JL: The bad relationship between our managers, Alberto Puig and Dani Amatriaín, has definitely influenced our own [relationship]. I don't think it should ever have been that way because at the end of the day we are the ones getting on the bikes to race and the only things we should be worried about are opening the throttle and giving the thousands of fans watching the race something to enjoy. The fact is that Pedrosa doesn't see it like I do and he has taken sides to the point that it has made any kind of relationship impossible. ER: Are you saying that you have paid the price for the fight between Amatriaín and Puig? JL: I don't think I should have to pay for anything. I think people should show themselves for who they really are and my virtues are that I am honest, I speak the truth, and I accept the consequences of my actions and words. That and the fact I'm not influenced every five minutes by what one person or another says to me. It's like Joan Olivé. Before he was with Puig we knew each other quite well and we used to chat. We're friends again now but when he was with Puig he didn't even look at me! Julito Simon's the same. We used to be friends at the track - I followed his races and he followed mine, and I'd be happy for him when he did well. Since he signed with Alberto Puig he barely says 'Hi'. It's the same with his mechanics, they daren't even chat with other teams. That's the way it is! The same thing happens with Dani Pedrosa. The only time there's been any good feeling between us was at their happiest moment - when they won the 125cc title for the first time. Alberto Puig congratulated me for finishing third in Malaysia and asked how the race had been. They almost seemed like nice people! So in front of of the press I lifted Pedrosa's arm as the champion. It was the only time they have ever seemed prepared to open up to other people.

Jorge Lorenzo confirmed in Assen [2012] his separation from Marcos Hirsch, who until the last race managed the Mallorcan Yamaha rider. Hirsch had looked after the world championship leader's interests for more than 10 years, especially on the physical and mental side and had been fundamental in 2008, the year in which Lorenzo had several falls as soon as he arrived in MotoGP. Here is what the Majorcan said as reported by Motocuatro.com. “As you know, after almost ten years I broke up with Marcos. There wasn't any disagreement or anything like that. The truth is that I was lucky enough to work with three key people in my career, three people who helped me a lot, the first was my father, then Dani Amatriaín and finally Marcos. They helped shape me into a better person and driver. Marcos helped me a lot physically and mentally. We have been a very good team in recent years. He has handled large contracts. But now I felt I had to change something, what I had was not enough to take a further step. Mark was a manager of course, he was a manager who came for other reasons, he helped me a lot when I had personal and professional problems in 2008 but now I don't think he is the person who can make me grow again. Albert Valera is now my new representative. He will help me in relations with the sponsors and I hope that everything goes well to ensure that he becomes an even more complete driver."

Jorge Lorenzo’s former team manager Dani Amatriain has returned to racing, and formed  “Team 99” with the help of his former rider [in 2013]. The “Team 99” will compete in the Spanish 80cc cup, and will field three young Spanish riders; Gino Navarro, Alex Toledo and Iker Vera in this seasons series. The former manager who has managed the likes of Jorge Lorenzo, Emilio Alzamora and Pol Espargaro to name a few, but the Spaniard broke away from Lorenzo and motorcycle racing back in 2008, and has since suffered personal problems. But he is now back where he is at his best, scouting at “grassroots” level of two wheeled racing. In a statement released today by Amatriain, he said; “The project is encouraging, these are very young riders with a great future ahead and I should emphasise that the collaboration with Jorge Lorenzo, with whom we share many happy moments from the beginning, when he was only 10 years old, and I am proud and grateful for. It’s a major challenge to move all my experience to these kids, after having gone through some very delicate moments and thankfully I can say that I am fully recovered.”

Regarding the rivalry between two great legends like Dani and Jorge, [Puig says] “There are these situations in life where you have to do something like that and then you do it.” “Maybe they even took him out of the professional field at the time, but I recently spoke with Dani Amatriain. He defended his interests, I defended mine. At that time there was less 'good-nature' than now. It was tougher, but there was less hypocrisy. Today, many people think things, but they don't say them so as not to stray from what is right or wrong."

In an interview given to the Tot Es Mou program on TV3, Jorge Lorenzo's first manager admitted that he entered the world of drug use during his time as a representative: “While I was competing I didn't use. As I began to develop more of a role as a businessman and representative, towards the end, due to the environment, friendships, I began to play with this. And this is so dangerous that it led me to total disaster.”

In his book, Amatriaín recounts chapter by chapter the phases of his addiction, matching them with the people and moments in his life in which they were happening. His eleven years with Jorge Lorenzo and his subsequent stage in the Barcelona nightlife after his painful breakup caused the most fragile moment of his life. A harsh story, although seen from the distance of time and without delving into each of those traumatic moments, which serves to convey how cocaine took away everything from him: "My family, my friends and, although it is not the most important thing for me, also reputation, money and social position.” "My decline until I hit rock bottom was straight out of a movie. When Jorge informed me of our separation and his intention not to attend to the resolution of the contract, I fell into the clutches of drugs absolutely," he says in his book. "I learned that when you have a problem, a lot of people disappear and you are left completely alone," he says.

Jorge Lorenzo and Dani Amatriaín

Tech 3 Yamaha A Certainty For 2008 (2007); War Of Words, Episode I: Lorenzo vs Pedrosa (2008); Lorenzo the Spartan of speed (2008); Jorge Lorenzo prescinde de su tutor, Dani Amatriain (2008); Jorge Lorenzo threatened by former manager? (2009); Jorge Lorenzo: My Story So Far (2010); Jorge (2010) MotoGP: Jorge Lorenzo confirms his "divorce" from Marcos Hirsch (2012); Dani Amatriain returns to racing (2013); Lorenzo's discoverer sees him back on the Ducati (2020); Alberto Puig: “Then everything was much harder, there was less hypocrisy” (2022); Dani Amatriaín, el manager que encumbró a Lorenzo, revela la grave enfermedad que padece (2024); Dani Amatriaín, el histórico manager que encumbró a Lorenzo: "La adicción tomó las riendas de mi vida" (2024)

[hms-lurking-latinist]

guess who just got all the Hornblower DVDs for $6 at the library book sale

[punctuation-completionist]

you don’t have to answer this ask but wow how are you supposed to be the bad guy fucking apologizing for reacting badly to being told to kill yourself?? i hate this website

well okay hold up i never said i was the bad guy. i said there were misunderstandings on both sides and that i was sorry for an issue in one part of how i handled it. just one.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Watching episode one of Voyager is like watching the first act of a horror movie

[tariah23]

Now he’s trying to lie when he literally tagged Princeton like 5 fucking time. White people are so evil, bro. They always know what they’re doing when they do shit like that. With the attempt to bring harm to Black people who they want to “get out of the way,” because they don’t think that we belong in the same spaces as them while at the same time, believing they should be allowed INTO our spaces and afforded hospitality and a whole red carpet rolled out. The sad thing is, she has connections to the industry because of her uncle and name so what if this was just a random Black woman who worked for Princeton without this kind of protection at all…?

[fabulouslygaybean]

i am once again overwhelmed by love for humans as a whole

[chika-nyan]

*lies facedown in the dirt* One more day……….. after that my long work week comes to an end and I will revive once more u_u Tentative otome day this Tuesday? We’ll see how I’m holding up after a long rest, honestly it’s 25/75 but it’s a chance nonetheless wheeze

[flamestar126]

Dentist/teeth venting lol

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[champagnefountains]

LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.

CHAPTER II - Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.

Previous chapter: [x] Word Count: 3.4k+ words (unedited). Genre/other tags: Angst with some fluff. Jealousy. Fem pronouns used. Warnings: Swearing. Self-deprecation. Manipulation (on Alastor's part).

It had been nearly over a week since you and Lucifer last talked – it had also been a week since Lucifer was last seen around in the hotel. Angel, being the gossiper he was, relayed everything that had transpired between you two to the others the following day. Seeing the sensitive and sad shell of a person you were left in, everyone remained cautious and had started walking on eggshells around you. Of course, you were quick to pick up on that, as embarrassing as it all was (minus Alastor, who continued on with his usual theatrics and mischief). 

Charlie in particular was the most concerned out of them all, since this was her dad we were talking about. She knew with certainty that he was confining himself in the castle to distract himself from what happened – likely something involving his rubber-ducky obsession – instead of facing the problem head on. It was his pride that sometimes got in the way of his better judgement.

Not only that, but Charlie clearly saw the massive toll it took on you. If you weren’t distracting yourself with work or doing something related to the hotel, you would lock yourself away in your room, only coming out to quickly grab a bite to eat from the kitchen. Charlie even made efforts to strike many conversations with you from time to time, but was either excused or was only given one-worded responses. She knew not to take your dismissive behaviour to heart, but she couldn’t help but fret over you.  

So it came as an absolute surprise when out of nowhere, Charlie received a call from her father. She messily scrambled for her phone on her desk, fumbling and nearly dropping it in the process before violently tapping on the small screen. “H-Hello?! Dad, hey!” She answers a bit too enthusiastically while nervously combing her hair with a free hand. “Uh, hey Charlie!” Lucifer stiffly greets from the other line, “I just…um, thought I’d give a call to, uh, see how everyone’s going at the hotel!” The Princess noted how much hoarser his voice was than usual, but decided not to comment on it aloud. 

“Well, y’know how it is! It’s been busy and lively as always–everyone’s been working really hard and all,” she answers vaguely, nervously chuckling. “Err, yeah! Right. That’s a–that’s a relief to hear. Yep,” he hums. There was a brief, awkward pause that ensued soon after, the both of them not knowing what to say next. The whole exchange was becoming increasingly painful that Charlie resisted the urge to pull her hair. She then clears her throat. “H-How about you, dad? What’ve you been up to? You’ve been gone for a couple or so days,” Charlie finally musters, “are…are you doing alright?” 

“Me? Oh yeah, psh! I just got, erm…a lot of things going on at the moment. It’s not so easy being the big boss of hell after all! Got a lot of important things to do! Plus, I’ve got heaps of paperwork to do for the hotel. You should know how tedious that is,” He says, adding an exaggerated groan. 

The princess furrows her brows. “Oh, that’s…strange. ’Cause I could’ve sworn you left all the papers here…y’know, the ones you told me to revise over?” Charlie replies, side-eyeing the said documents stacked neatly on her desk. A startled yelp escapes his throat. “O-Oh...did I?” He stammers.

Charlie couldn’t help but wince at the evident panic that began to set in as she listened to her father make incomprehensible noises from the other line. It was a poor attempt in reasoning, which ultimately became useless in the end. Lucifer let out a long sigh, caught red-handed. “Oh, who the hell am I kidding? You guys probably already know what happened–which by the way, Charlie, you shouldn’t be lying to me about!” He pointedly remarks. 

“I-I’m sorry, dad! It’s just…I’m really worried about you,” she reasons, before shortly adding, “...The both of you.” 

There was a small pause. “...How is she, by the way?” He then asks quietly. Charlie nervously tugs her bottom lip with her fangs. “Well, she’s keeping herself busy. Constantly, as a matter of fact. And I know she’s trying hard to convince us all that she’s holding up okay, but…she doesn’t look too good, dad. She seems really upset.”

A shaky exhale sounded from his end. “I…I really am hopeless, aren’t I?” He mumbles defeatedly. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could picture him burying his face in his hands. The image caused Charlie’s eyes to soften. “Dad, no. It’s not too late. You still have a chance to make things right,” Charlie gently encourages through the speaker, “you just need to talk to each other–”

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, a bright, blazing portal manifests from thin air – from it, emerges Lucifer himself who appeared extremely dishevelled, effectively catching Charlie off guard. 

“But, hun, y-you don’t understand! I messed up big time!” He exclaims, tugging on his unkempt hair as he aimlessly paced around her office. “I-I mean, look at me! I’m a fucking mess and a coward! Why would she ever think to take me back after what I did!?” He chuckles humourlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “I-It’s like no matter how many times I try to redeem and convince myself that everything’s finally going right in my life, I just continue to fuck myself over and over again. And it’s just– ugh! It’s pathetic! I’m fucking pathetic!” 

Charlie’s chest tightened considerably as she watched her father self-destruct before her. Strands of his golden hair were sticking out here and there, his dress-shirt tousled, and his eyes were glossed over and red, from both a lack of sleep and crying. He looked utterly devastated. Chucking her phone away, she immediately sped towards and enveloped Lucifer in her arms, who immediately broke down into heavy sobs. Seeing him like this brought tears to her own eyes, but she firmly told herself to be the stronger person in this situation, for his sake. 

“Hey, hey. Dad, listen to me, okay? Everyone deserves a second chance. You of all people should know–you were the one who taught me that, remember?” Charlie rubbed his back soothingly, trying to ease the jumpiness of his shoulders. “And that also applies to you. I…I know you’ve been through a lot, especially with mum…” She couldn’t help the way her frown deepened as she spoke, “...and I miss her too. I miss her a lot. But…I think it’s finally time for you to move on. It’s been years, dad. You deserve to be happy and you’re allowed to be in love again.” 

“[Name]’s an amazing person, and there’s no doubt about that. She’s proved that more than many times already. I’m certain that once things ease over and you guys finally talk things through, everything will turn out okay; she’s very understanding and kind like that. You’ll both be okay.” Charlie gently pulls Lucifer away and with the sleeve of her blazer, she wipes his damp, reddened cheeks. “I know for a fact that she loves and cares about you deeply – we can all see it as clear as day. You…you love her too, don’t you, dad?” 

For a brief moment’s contemplation, Lucifer suddenly recalled the times you spent together, from your initial meeting to now. He had always thought you were a strong and independent soul, with the way you carried yourself. You just had something about you that naturally drew in those around you, including himself. When Lucifer got to know you in a deeper level, he was enthralled by how kind and understanding you were – you were always there to listen to his many tales and endless nonsense; you would always seem genuinely interested in his rubber-duck-esque inventions, offering some input and critiquing his creations; and you would always be so, so supportive of all his plans and ideas, no matter how extraordinary they all seemed.

If he hadn't known any better, Lucifer would've thought you were an actual angel. You were the saviour that wore off the darkness in troubling times, and the one who pulled him out of the void that Lilith had left him in. That and more, as you continuously gave him a real reason to remain hopeful. You were proof personified, that he was able to open his heart once more, and to love again.

“I-I do, I really do,” Lucifer affirms in a heartbeat. Charlie smiles warmly, relieved by his answer, “then that’s all you need to say.” At that moment, Lucifer's chest swelled in overwhelming pride for his daughter, knowing that despite not being as present in her life until recently, she grew up to be the good and strong-willed person he had hoped for.

“O-Oh, jeez. Since when did you grow up so big? I should be the one comforting you,” He tearfully jokes, sniffling whilst returning her smile, “but thank you, Charlie. Really. I’m…I-I really am grateful to call you my daughter.” The two royalties then shared a heart-felt moment and a bone-crushing hug, with the King's heart being filled with a new-found determination. Because, just as he always says: The show must go on. 

Earlier on:

On the other side of the building, you were drowning yourself in your own self-despair as you overlooked the balcony by the front entrance of the hotel. Your eyes lazily scanned the new hotel patrons below, who were engaging in some trust exercises led by Vaggie, who came in to cover you just moments ago. Every once in a while, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone, silently hoping to receive some sort of notification from Lucifer, or even an inkling of his whereabouts. But you received nothing, which only fuelled your growing anxiety.

You felt awful leaving the way you did that night, especially after dumping so much onto Lucifer. You felt like you were being completely selfish, and had cornered him into making a big decision. And because of that, your relationship was on the line. You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing angrily at your face.

Little did you know however, that you had some company lurking nearby, watching you in silent amusement. 

“Now, don’t you look as miserable as ever?” Alastor mockingly chimes in, stepping out from the shadows to make his presence known and joins you by the balcony. You roll your eyes at the deer-demon before turning your head the other direction. “Yeah, and what about it?” You scoff, leaning in to rest your arms against the rails, “Can’t you go bother someone else, Alastor? I’m certainly not in the mood right now.”  

“Why, I wouldn’t be a good hotelier if I left a dear co-worker of mine so down in the slumps!” To your dismay, Alastor reappears in front of you, obstructing your field of view, "And might I add, it's not healthy for you to be all cooped up in your room all the time – stay there any longer, and it can do silly, little things to your head!" He emphasises his point as he spins a finger in a circular motion by his temple. You shot him an irritated look, slowly growing fed up by his prodding. 

"Listen, I don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't do. I’m more than capable of deciding that on my own,” you growl, straightening up to cross your arms firmly against your chest. “Hm...no, I don’t think so!” Alastor hums, shaking his head disapprovingly, “The unfortunate affair that took place in your courtship with the King has left you in such a vulnerable, and problematic state. And I’m sure you’ve taken note of how everyone’s been acting around you – constantly walking on their tiptoes in fear of setting you off on a hissy-fit. You’ve caused them to worry a lot about you, dear. Poor ol’ Charlie, especially.” 

You open your mouth to retort back, but nothing came out. A strong pang of guilt struck you as his words began to sink in. Seeing this, Alastor’s grin widened a faction as he stepped forward and levelled himself with you, now facing you eye-to-eye. “And as the executive producer of this fine establishment, might I critique that your behaviour is affecting our team’s morale and performance…and we mustn’t have that now, should we? Especially not since we’ve all been more preoccupied recently with our guests!” He…had a fair point, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t…know…” Your voice began to trail off, shoulders slumping in realisation of how selfish and contemptuous you’ve been acting this whole week. You recalled the fretful expressions of your friends and your dismissive attitude towards them. “I-I didn’t mean to make everyone worry…” you quietly say. Alastor’s words only made you feel immensely worse about the whole situation, leaving you sniffling on the spot. 

“Now, now. As long as you realise your mistakes, then you shall be forgiven,” he coos, softly patting the tuft of your head. At that, you couldn’t help but send a doubtful glance his way. “W-wait a minute…why do you care all of a sudden? What exactly are you playing at?” You suspiciously question as you rub at your eyes. 

“Oh, how you wound me, dear! Why must you always question any act of kindness I display? Is it really that hard to believe?” He adverts, evidently feigning hurt. You deadpan. “Yes, it is,” you reply almost instantly. Alastor chortles at your bluntness, “Haha! You’re quite a work of art, aren't you, dear? Now, let’s go out for a walk, shall we?” 

Before you could’ve processed what he had said, Alastor had already spun you around, pulling you with him as you both headed down a flight of stairs. “Wha–Alastor, where are we–where the heck are you taking me?” You asked, trying to keep up with his long strides so as to not trip down the stairs. “Hm? Did I not already specify? It looks like your brooding has impacted your hearing, dear. That’s a shame,” he slyly comments, now dragging you towards the entrance, “We’re both going for a walk around town, it’ll help clear that cloudy head of yours!” 

“Hold on-Stop! Just what makes you think I’d agree to go out with you?” You shoot back, retracting your arm from his hold and stopping metres behind him. Alastor sharply turns around and pulls out a wrinkled, yellow piece of paper out of thin air. Your eyes dart towards the sheet, seeing a familiar hand-writing across the page. 

“Why, I just knew you were going to question me – you're so predictable. But might I add, we’re not going out without purpose! No, no! Our lovely Charlie has composed a list and requested we fetch a couple items in town!” Stepping forward, you swiftly snatched the paper from his clawed hand and briefly scanned the list, noting that it largely consisted of decorations and party items. “She wanted to organise a heart-warming celebration for the wayward souls here who have accomplished some milestones on their journey to redemption! An anniversary ceremony of sorts, if you will,” Alastor explains, lightly patting the non-existing dust off of his suit.

“But couldn’t you just…I don’t know, teleport the things here?” You blatantly ask, raising a brow at him. You knew he was more than capable of doing such minuscule tasks within a span of seconds. “And waste such a beautiful day outside? Now, why would I even consider doing that?” Alastor states matter-of-factly, “And like I said, the short trip will help clear your troubled mind! Consider it a gesture of compassion from yours truly.” 

There was clearly something off about all this but you couldn’t see any reason for an ulterior motive. It was just…simply a manager looking out for the well-being of his work-colleagues, as uncharacteristic and off-putting as it sounded out loud. Already exhausted, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to question his actions any further.

“You’re really not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” You ask. Seeing the way Alastor’s grin widened had you sighing in defeat. “Shall we then?” Alastor questions, offering an arm out to you. Rolling your eyes, you loop one of your arms through and follow him out the hotel. ‘A small walk wouldn’t hurt…’ you think to yourself as the doors shut behind you. 

Currently:

Lucifer tiredly dragged himself to his designated room in the hotel, to rest for a while and take a much needed bath as per Charlie’s advice. He gave himself a lengthy pep-talk in front of the mirror as he brushed his teeth, deciding to approach you tonight to finally talk and clear things out. Yes, he was absolutely terrified about the possibility of things going south during the confrontation, but he didn’t think he could handle another second being without you. And he needed to make that loud and clear. 

After putting on an outfit and neatly slicking his hair back, Lucifer looked at his reflection once more in the bedside mirror, inspecting himself up and down to flatten any remaining creases of his clothing. But it wasn't until his gaze landed on his left hand that he tensed up. Peering down, he brought his hand into view to inspect the very wedding band that caused it all. With a shaky sigh, Lucifer slowly pulled the ring off of his finger. He took a moment to examine it, eyes filled with sentiment before kneeling down to open his bedside drawer, where its designated ring-box sat. The moment he encased the ring in its box and locked it away in his drawer, it felt like a breath of fresh air. To his own surprise, Lucifer found himself tearfully laughing – he felt...genuinely happy. Proud, even. It was at this very moment that he felt like he was finally ready to move forward.

After patting the stray tears away from his face, Lucifer slowly made his way down to the front lobby. There, Charlie and Vaggie were talking amongst themselves by the lounge area, whilst Angel and Cherri chuckled away by the bar, with Husk tending to their beverages. The King didn’t give an inkling of care as to where Alastor had gone, and he was certain that Nifty was hiding somewhere in the small crevices of the hotel, cleaning away. All in all, there was no sight of you whatsoever, visibly disappointing him. 

Seeing his approaching form, Charlie waved his father over towards them. “Hey, dad. Are you feeling a bit better now?” She asks with a comforting smile. “Yeah, totally. Thanks, dear,” he says, patting her shoulder affectionately before turning his attention towards her partner. “Hey! How’s it going, Maggie? I’ve heard you’ve been working real hard lately, huh? Good on yah!” He commends, playfully nudging the said demon. “Oh, um…it’s–it’s Vaggie, sir. And uh, thanks,” she nervously chuckles, rubbing her arm. “Mhm, yeah…that’s–that’s great,” Lucifer distractedly hums, all the while scanning around the room. Noticing this, Vaggie shared a worried look with Charlie. 

“Erm, dad, she’s not here at the moment if that’s what you’re wondering,” Charlie starts, alerting her father. “Oh? Well, is she up in one of the guest rooms?” Lucifer asked, gesturing upstairs with a thumb. To his confusion, Charlie appeared somewhat nervous, her hands fidgeting with her suit. “Uh, no, she’s actually not in the hotel at the moment,” Vaggie steps in, “she’s been out doing a couple of errands for us.” Lucifer raised a brow at the slight edginess in her tone, eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. “...Um, alright. What the heck is going on right now?" He asks, pointing an accusatory finger at them both, "You guys are acting sketchy as fuck. Are you...are you guys hiding something from me?" He narrows his eyes. Charlie sucks in a breath, brows pinching together, “Well...dad, t-the thing is–” 

“She’s out with Smiles right now!” Angel suddenly intervened, calling out from the other side of the room, and causing Charlie to cower and duck behind Vaggie. Lucifer felt his shoulders grow rigid. “She’s…what now?” He dangerously asks, glaring at the arachnid. Before Lucifer trudged towards the direction of the bar, the front doors of the hotel abruptly flew open. He felt the vein in his neck nearly burst at the sound of your laughter interlacing itself with that god-awful, irritating radio feedback. What a wild coincidence.

As Lucifer turned around, his eyes nearly flew out of his head as he saw how close you were with Alastor, arms basically locked together. The radio-demon was quick to meet eyes with the King, and out of spite, Alastor flashed him the biggest shit-eating grin he's ever seen.

“Oh, fuck no!”

Chapter III - Finale [x]

Thank you for reading!

[deadsetobsessions]

“Did this place pick up a ghost when I was dead or something?”

Tim whipped his head towards Jason, who looked mildly perturbed.

“You too?!” Tim demanded.

“What?”

“The ghost! I kept thinking it was a hallucination, you know? But even when I laid off of the caffeine, there’d be a fucking shadow at the edge of my vision! At night! You saw it too, right?” Tim rambled, increasingly agitated. “It even moves the fucking coffee mugs! I know where I left my favorite mug, and it sure as hell wasn’t in the sink!”

Jason blinked at him, face morphing into concern.

“Replacement, when was the last time you got some sleep?”

Tim inhaled. “Jason, I swear to god I will replace all of the shampoo in your twenty six safe houses with glitter glue if you don’t tell me whether you saw it or not.”

Jason nodded immediately. In his defense, Tim grew up to be a scary motherfucker. Diabolical little shit would have been a fucking terrifying villain.

“I knew it.”

——

Danny hummed. Tim was going to freak when he found his cowl three inches to the left.

He merrily avoided all of the set up cameras by simply going invisible and intangible, save for his arms that he uses to sweep the cowl to the side.

He could hear the static on the cameras. Danny grinned. Operation Gaslight, Ghostkeep, Girlboss is on.

——

“Tim-” Dick started, only to be cut short by Tim whirling around and jabbing a painful finger into his chest.

“You owe me this, for that Arkham comment when B went missing.”

Dick raised his hands in surrender, guilt flaring.

“Drake, what kind of pointless scheme are you getting us in, now?”

“Not now, demon brat.” Jason elbows the kid. “Just go along with it.”

“Look.”

“Well. I guess we were right, yeah, Tim?” Duke muttered, eyeing the moved cowl. “My ghost-sight isn’t seeing anything. Not even wind movement.”

“What’s going on, boys?”

“B, there’s a ghost in the manor.”

“He’s freaking out because it moved his coffee mug like three times.” Steph chimed in.

——

“Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you seen anything weird, lately?”

Danny tilted his head. “No…?”

“Not even in the house?” Jason asked.

“Shadows? Anything?” Dick asked, eye bags prominent on the normally exuberant man. Danny snickered inwardly. They’ve been up for three days trying to “catch” the ghost.

“Uh. I mean the floorboards creak sometimes? But in terms of shadows… I think I saw them outside? Kind of looked like Batman, actually. But my eyesight gets bad at night. Why?”

Danny could see in the dark just fine.

“Nothing! Let me know if you see anything, okay?”

“Uh. Sure? Maybe you guys should… get some sleep?”

“Uh-huh.”

The bats file out of his room.

——

Danny locked glowing green eyes with Tim and Dick. He did some quick thinking and contorted his ectoplasm into something more grotesque.

“Kkkhggggghkkkkeeee!!!” He screeched.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” The two of them screamed, both bolting and throwing things at him. It was impressive how fast they backpedaled.

“That was close,” Danny muttered. He quickly scribbled on Damian’s whiteboard with conspiracy theories and dipped before the rest of the bats came thundering.

He fell into a light sleep just as Stephanie checked up on him, work done.