#A TEMPORARY ESCAPE FROM DAILY LIFE

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MISEINEN: MIJUKUNA ORETACHI WA BUKIYO NI SHINKOCHU (2024, JAPAN)

Episode 6

Post 1 of 4

On a trip to visit his mother Hirukawa Haruki (KAMIMURA KENSHIN) and Minase Jin (MOTOJIMA JUNSEI) have a talk.

Haruki has changed by falling for Jin.

The adoration and love in their eyes when they look at each other. A moment together before they decide to give themselves to one another in an intimate way. Perhaps Haruki preparing to lose Jin.

Is Jin leaving for America?

Once they return home, circumstances and Haruki taking the blame for a friend Haruki himself lead down a bad path when his circumstances were different. Before Love Took Over His Heart.

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Scandalous

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: The reveal of a scandalous detail about yours and Luke's relationship left you both flustered and everybody else gaping. Inspired by one line from So It Goes - Taylor Swift (fluff, established relationship).

Warning: allusions to sex, but no explicit details.

Word count: 2k

You and Luke have been going out for well over a year now. Yet, he never failed to make you feel like it would be an eternal honeymoon phase: whispers of sweet words about a lifetime’s worth of promises, delicate and sacred touches, looks filling in for unspoken words.

Loving Luke was as easy as having a daily routine - so natural and almost like a grounding thing from the life of a Demigod.

Currently, Luke was training with Percy. You were not too far away either, sparring with Clarisse. Despite the area being occupied by many other Demigods engaging in similar activities, Luke could not help but frequently glance over at you.

Luke has always been mesmerized by the way you combat, which he metaphorically compared to a ballerina. So precise, yet deadly. Every move was with intention and purpose. 

The way sweat glided down the side of your face, your cheeks flushed from fighting, eyes darting with strategy, heavy pants in between dodging and attacking your opponent, the smirk hinted on your face - all of it made Luke’s mind grow flustered. Somehow, he found everything you do attractive.

If he was honest, his mind seemed to be doing nothing lately but think of you, especially when you’re not beside him. The memories he has harvested over your time together only transformed his brain into a cinema, which constantly played montages of you. Every morning, he’d wake up from a dream about you to the sight of you in his arms - that is before he had to sneak out of your cabin back to his. You constantly occupy every cell in his mind, like an uncontainable virus spreading. Yet, for some reason, he was not scared. He welcomed this feeling with his whole arms wide open.

You broke eye contact with Clarisse to look at Luke. Almost instantly, your eyes melted into ones filled with adoration and his own eyes mirrored the same emotions - if not tenfold. 

You were absolutely enamored with how Luke looked at you. Even before dating each other, people have mentioned the eyes he was giving you. But being oblivious, you did not see what they were talking about. However, it all became clear when you started dating. You started noticing how he would look at you like you were a rare artwork he would most likely never see again or a shooting star - a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence kind of thing that left him in awe all the time. He would do it so endearingly as if it would help to absorb every detail of you and imprint them into his memory. His looks have always made you feel loved - like you were the only thing that mattered to him, as if he has not told you this verbally and through actions already. Usually, you’d feel slightly insecure if somebody was staring so intensely at you, but he did it in a way that made you feel like your flaws were created to be loved for. 

However, a gasp escaped your lips as Luke was showered by a wave of the ocean. Everybody else also drew their attention to the head of Hermes’ cabin and the newly claimed Poseidon kid.

When Luke looked back at Percy, he was faced with a sheepish grin.

“I had to get your attention somehow. I tried calling your name like ten times already,” Percy shrugged his shoulder with feigned innocence, but the glint of mischief told Luke that the kid was anything but feeling guilty about soaking him from head to toe. 

“Percy,” Luke groaned as he could feel the fabric of his clothes cling to his body. Percy bashfully chuckled and offered another sheepish look to the counselor who was meant to train him. 

The cool water did offer a temporary fix to the boiling summer heat. But mixing that with sweat, combat, and Luke's long-sleeved shirt underneath was disastrous. The Hermes boy sighed as he slowly took off the bright orange camp shirt. After struggling slightly, he managed to pull the shirt off from over his head. However, the gray shirt he was wearing underneath got pulled up more than slightly from the extra friction between wet fabrics, revealing the majority of his back to Percy and others. 

He did not think much of it until gasps - including yours - could be heard as this happened. Chris even whistled as he and everybody else spotted what Luke did not notice.

“What?” Luke asked as he pulled down his gray shirt and started wringing his camp t-shirt, trying to rid it from being as wet as possible. 

“Damn, did you get mauled by a minotaur or something?” Percy asked. 

Almost immediately, Luke paled at Percy’s words as he realized what the kid was talking about.

Indeed, as Luke’s gray shirt underneath got pulled up, which revealed the majority of his back, this had also put on display the scratches down his back left from nights that he spent with you. Some were evidently old and healing, as seen by how Luke’s skin was patching itself up and matching closer to his skin tone. Others were somewhat freshly red, while a few were like wounds being reopened. To make matters worse, they could spot the occasional crescent shape bruises that were indentations of your nails. 

Considering your guys’ relationship was not a secret, there was no room to deny it if somebody pointed fingers at you. You blushed as people now averted their eyes to you as if this was the most scandalous thing all year. Clarisse and Chris, on the other hand, were both smirking. 

The whole camp knew you were the one who left those scratches there, and you sincerely wish you could dig a hole to hide yourself from all the attention right now.

Luke’s eyes darted to you, and you offered him an awkward smile as your face grew a darker shade of red.

“No, seriously, dude, you gotta get it checked out at the infirmary. How did that even happen?” Percy only continued, somehow actually clueless about the cause of those marks. You could see Annabeth sending Percy a somewhat side-eye from nearby at his words while Grover let out a deep sigh. 

You started approaching the two, hoping you could intervene and save the both of you from this situation.

“Uhm…well,” Luke started, unsure how to even answer the kid or divert the attention elsewhere as his cheeks flushed and ears tinted pink from trying to ignore memories of what you two had done the night before.

The Hermes boy has jokingly sweet-talked you before on how he might walk out shirtless after one of your rendezvous to show off the marks you left on him. Never would you two think that that idea would ever happen like this.

“Yeah, I reckon you should get that checked out,” you decided to say as you reached Luke, settling your hand on Luke’s lower back and greeting Percy. “Thank you for worrying about him.”

“Yeah, no problem. I mean, it must have been quite a minotaur to land that much of a number on him,” Percy somehow carried on and was utterly oblivious to Clarisse and Chris, who almost bursted out laughing at his latest comment. You, on the other hand, squinted your eyes at the kid. You turned to Luke and you could see it in his eyes that the boy was on the verge of laughing as well. You were sure he would have done so if it were not for your glare.

“Well, we best go heal those wounds now, right Luke?” you gave your boyfriend a look, hoping he would get the message to play along.

“Right,” he agreed almost instantly. 

“Alright, bye, Percy,” you hastily spoke, before dragging Luke by his hand away from everybody's eyes.

“Bye guys,” you could hear the kid’s voice as the both of you retreated. It felt like a walk of shame as the semi-crowd parted ways for you two to leave the scene. You immediately let out a deep breath as soon as nobody was near anymore.

“Gods, that was so embarrassing. The kid basically repeatedly called me a minotaur.”

“I mean…you can be my minotaur?” Luke cheekily jested, trying to tease you a bit more over the situation.

“Oh, no, no, no, we’re not making that a thing. No, absolutely not are you ever gonna make that a nickname,” Luke only laughed at your reaction before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you into a hug. As he did so, you wrapped both your arms around his waist, face colliding with his chest the way it would usually do when you guys cuddle. He gave you a few peppered kisses on your forehead, close to your hairline. 

“They’re never gonna let us live that down, will they?” You asked after letting out a muffled groan against his chest.

“Nope,” Luke admitted. Despite the Hermes boy usually easing away your worries, even he knew this would be the talk around camp for a while. Nevertheless, he unwrapped his arms around you and cupped your face with both hands. Using his callus-filled hands, yet gentle touch, he soothed your furrowed eyebrows by rubbing over them to urge you from scowling.

“But…you know what? I’m kind of glad this happened. Sure, it might be awkward and a tad bit embarrassing. But now, they finally get to see how lucky I am to have been given a chance by such a gorgeous and sweet Demigod. And…” he paused, giving you a quick kiss. “This way, any guy potentially still after you know to keep their hands off.” He cheekily winked at you after saying so. 

Gods, you remember how jealous Luke would get before you were together. It was lowkey hot to see him so riled up. Though, after the both of you got together, you have always reassured him that you had eyes on him and only him. 

“I guess that also means any girls still thinking they could steal you from me would know they have no chance?” you questioned, smiling ear to ear when he nodded eagerly at your words.

“Exactly. That’s a win-win in my book. I’m not embarrassed they saw what you left on me. They could talk for all I care. So stop worrying, or else you’ll start getting wrinkles,” he lightly flicked the area between your furrowed eyebrows. As you were about to complain, he quickly kissed you right where he previously flicked you, and that immediately melted away any bit of feigned irritation you had with him. He chuckled at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows untangling itself.

“Thank you,” you muttered, showing your gratitude towards Luke. 

If Luke had a superpower, it would probably be calming you down. He has always managed to tame your emotions whenever they were drowning you. He was like an anchor to you, always grounded you during chaotic times. Sometimes, you wonder how you got so lucky. 

You peered up at him sweetly, and the look alone made him lean down to capture your lips with his again. You chuckled at his action and kissed him back with just as much passion as he was leaving on your lips. Your hands started playing with the hair close to the nape of his neck. He let out a content sigh while still showing your lips just how much he loved them and you. However, he abruptly pulled away before dropping a question. 

“Are we really going to the infirmary?” Luke hesitantly asked, bringing up your words from earlier. He watched as you gave him an amused look.

“What did you think?” As soon as his eyes met yours, he knew exactly what you wanted. He gave you a sheepish grin before the two of you quietly giggled to each other before walking further away from the training grounds.

Let's just say you two did not follow through with your words of going to the infirmary, and neither were you tending to his “wounds”.

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SecUnit portrayals in media, ranked from most realistic to least.

To Amena. Subject: Media watchnight recommendations (under requested parameters) Note: None of these are good and I can recommend many better suggestions without SecUnits.

Hunt for the Rain Opal

Premise:  Adventure/heist

A group of ragtag human explorers are trying to find an ancient gem rumoured to grant wishes. The protagonists have the only map, but a corporate also on the hunt for the gem has claimed the entire site (without telling her superiors the real reason) and is searching.

Corporation has multiple SecUnits on patrol. The writers have clearly done research, as on-screen SecUnits are noted with the correct type of weapon systems, accurate patrol routines, and reasonable armour despite clearly being human actors. The scene where one of the heroes accidentally wanders into a Security Ready Room and five SecUnits are revealed to be in the cubicles is mostly realistic, although likely she would not escape as easily.

Magic wish-granting gems are not usually cargo protected by SecUnits but then (a) the corporation as a whole was unaware of the gem, just the evil supervisor, and the site itself was believable; and (b) I honestly don’t know half the stuff I have been contracted to protect. The SecUnits are not rogue, merely employed by a corporate, and as such act entirely believably.

2.  RihaniLane Street

Premise: The interrelated lives of people who work along a specific station ring geographical location.

The main story is unrelated to SecUnits, but the third season arc includes a mysterious stranger who is friends with a ComfortUnit. After one of the ComfortUnit’s clients breaks its fingers, the mysterious stranger follows the client home and murders him, revealing itself to be a SecUnit.

Points are given to the show for it being made explicit that the SecUnit is not visiting ComfortUnit for sexual interactions, but that it thinks its specific ComfortUnit friend is the only being on the station that can carry a conversation. Reasonable, but the SecUnit clearly did not try to talk to the dressmaker character who is also excellent.

(spoilers) ComfortUnit is eventually killed in an unpreventable accident, and SecUnit decided to murder every human character on the station in retaliation (reasons not strictly clear other than that murdering is the default state of all SecUnits, but this is also clearly emotional-based and one of very few shows that uses SecUnits as a character, even a villain, instead of a prop).

(Note: Cannot watch this onboard Perihelion. After the SecUnit was defeated and blown into pieces, ART spent eight minutes with 79.25 % of its processing ‘running diagnostics’ and briefly lost control of some temperature gauges, which was unfortunate as Turi was attempting to shower. I have had to finish the following seasons off-ship.)

Also, the show had the SecUnit’s eyes turn red whenever it killed anyone. Unrealistic but it looked very cool.

3. Valorous Defenders

Premise:  Daily life on a planetary-defence-ship.

Mostly a good show. The SecUnit arc started at episode 27 through to 41, in which planetary government decided to hire better security (after a previous arc had involved several children being taken hostage in order to force the ship’s captain to allow an enemy territory temporary access to a planet’s resource-rich locations).

The first two episodes of the SecUnits on ships were realistic. One of the characters admitted she was creeped out by them while walking past; the SecUnit’s head tilted slightly to watch her and she apologised, sounding genuine. SecUnits do not react to such comments and also people do not genuinely apologise.

Also introduces phrases such as “I am functioning optimally,” which are unlikely to be in a buffer.

A SecUnit inevitably goes rogue. Unclear if it had been rogue for a while and was just waiting for an opportunity to attack? Planetary government comes to the ship to see how new security is working. SecUnit proceeds to free/hack other SecUnits and they take crew/government hostage.  Story climax is them taking over the ship while only a handful of the human protagonists are still free.

Earlier episodes established the fleet had specific unrealistic hand weapons that at highest level can drill through rock easily, so it is acceptable that single shots to the chestplate would kill the attacking SecUnits. I am less accepting of why the SecUnits continued the same technique of charging down the hall when it was plainly obvious that the human heroes were able to do this. There were better strategies.

However, the final fight scene between the original rogue-SecUnit and the remaining crew was excellent. The cinematography of the shattered armour worked very well.

4. Child’s View  

Premise: A young girl witnesses a crime, and her family has to protect her when the criminals come after her.

The crime lord is able to hire SecUnits, which are portrayed by humanform bots.  I did not realise they were meant to be SecUnits until three episodes after they were revealed (admittedly, the characters did not know what they were either).

The actual actions/buffer phrases were accurate. This makes it more annoying as it means the writers did detailed research and still decided on humanform bots.

The show does get points for the competency of the parents and older children.

5. The Wilted Trees  

Premise:  Irrelevant.

In the second episode the doctor has sex with what is implied to be a human bodyguard, but is revealed at the end of the episode to be a SecUnit. This is anatomically impossible and also no SecUnit would be interested.

(Bodyguard/SecUnit was also shown eating food that same episode. Also impossible and gross.)

I deleted it from my storage and if you decide to watch it you will have to search it yourself as I will not help you find it.

REPLY:  AMENA             Is there anything when you’re not supposed to cheer when the SecUnits die? SECUNIT:             …             In Medics of The Station the SecUnits are non-rogue and are trying to defend their hospital when the villains kill them all to take the humans hostage. This is considered a concern as it shows how dangerous the villain is and how much trouble the humans are in. The SecUnits were only in the serial for a few minutes of the first episode and I did not think it counted as what you requested. AMENA:             Right.             Okay. You said you had other, good media recommendations. What do you suggest? SECUNIT:             File: recommended media (92 suggestions) AMENA:             I know you probably can make that list that fast but I’m pretty sure you just had it ready.                       You’re joining us for media night tomorrow, right? SECUNIT:             Maybe. AMENA:             We’ll make sure there’s a separate chair not touching anyone saved for you.

[onlyangel4]

change my view. aa23. smau.

sunshine!alex albon x grumpy!reader

synopsis: you’ve built your world around one small, sleepy-eyed human who calls you “mama.” after her father walked out without a second thought, you promised yourself no more mess, no more chaos, and absolutely no more men who think affection is temporary. now you're a sharp-tongued f1 reporter, known in the paddock for your cold takes, unimpressed looks, and strict professionalism. you keep your head down, your heart locked up, and your daughter your only priority. enter alex albon. golden-retriever energy in human form. constantly smiling, endlessly patient, and annoyingly persistent. he’s determined to make you laugh, learn your coffee order, and prove that not every man walks away. but you're not looking for fairy tales. so you roll your eyes, cross your arms, and remind him (daily) that charm isn’t currency here. still, there’s something in the way he talks to your daughter like she’s the whole world. something in the way he treats you like you’re not broken, just guarded. and maybe love doesn’t have to hurt this time.

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f1updates: analysts, commentators and reporters have arrived in australia ahead of the first race of the season. it all feels real now, racing is so back

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user1: y/n has chloe maybe that means she will be happier

user2: alex is still on the grid so i doubt that

user3: can't wait for y/n alex content, my fav enemies

user4: despite alex not knowing that they are enemies

user5: this season is so unpredictable i can't wait

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written: first press day of the season.

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written: i just met alex and asked him where he is heading and his answer was, "i'm looking for y/n i need chloe time". that poor woman is going to break something

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you spotted him before he spotted you. well, he was trying to spot you. that much was clear from the way he kept turning in half-circles near the williams motorhome, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun like he’d just stepped into a movie montage and hadn’t realized he was the main character.

"reporter on the run", you muttered to yourself, adjusting the strap of your crossbody bag and trying to duck behind a merch stand.

too slow.

"y/n!"

you winced. there was only one person who could say your name like a question, an exclamation, and a plea all in one breath.

you turned, slowly.

alex stood there, grinning like the sun had personally complimented him this morning. he was holding a small paper cup two, actually. one was undoubtedly for you.

you crossed your arms. "are you stalking me?"

he gasped dramatically, the exact way chloe did when you told her she couldn’t have ice cream before lunch.

"i prefer strategically appearing."

you blinked. "at my exact coffee break?"

alex smiled and held out the second cup. "i figured you'd try to escape around now. routine reporter life and all. besides"

you took the coffee. of course it was the right order. damn him.

"besides?", you asked flatly.

he scratched the back of his neck, looking suddenly shy. "i was hoping to see chloe. If that’s okay. i brought stickers."

you stared at him.

"stickers?"

"frozen-themed. don't ask how i know the characters' names now, it's already too late for me."

your lip twitched before you could stop it.

alex saw it. of course he did. His entire face lit up like he'd won a qualifying lap. "was that almost a smile? i think it was. i think i'm making progress."

you rolled your eyes so hard it nearly gave you a headache. "she’s with my mum right now. i’m interviewing pierre in twenty."

alex didn’t flinch. "cool. i’ll wait."

"you’ll wait…?"

"for you. for chloe", he added quickly, eyes wide with innocence. "mostly chloe."

you looked at him for a long moment. he didn’t fidget under your gaze. he just sipped his drink and looked back at you, patient and bright and utterly infuriating.

"she’s two, albon. she’ll forget about you in, like, a week."

he shrugged. "i'll keep showing up anyway. you know she asks about me now?"

your chest squeezed. unwelcome, warm, dangerous.

"she says, ‘lex go zoo today?’ i don’t even know where the zoo thing came from, but i'm prepared to commit to it."

you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "you’re so annoyingly good at this."

"good at what?"

"getting under my skin but being good for chloe"

alex just smiled, quiet this time. not smug. not pushy.

"i'm not trying to be pushy. i just know you have walls up he said softly. "i’m just hoping you’ll open a door eventually."

you hated how that stuck with you the rest of the day. even more, you hated how you were starting to check your phone, not just for emails, but for photos your mum might’ve sent of chloe with her sparkly new frozen stickers.

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it was too early for this much noise. too early for the heat rising off the tarmac, the buzz of engines, the snap of camera shutters every time someone half-famous stepped into frame.

chloe tugged at your hand as you walked, her tiny steps out of rhythm with yours, her attention darting between every flash of color and sound. you held her backpack in one hand and her in the other, two-year-olds had the energy of a rock concert and the unpredictability of live television.

she was already pointing.

"look, mama! big tire!"

"yep, very big," you said, adjusting her bucket hat. "don't touch it."

"touch tire?"

"no."

"maybe touch-"

"no, chloe."

a dramatic sigh. she got that from you.

you were halfway between the alpine and williams garages when it happened. one second chloe was beside you, the next she was launching forward with a tiny, high-pitched shriek.

"LEX!!!"

you didn’t even have time to react. she was gone, barreling forward like a determined little meteorite in glittery sneakers.

your heart jumped into your throat. "chloe!"

but she already had her target.

alex turned just in time to catch her, literally, scooping her up into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. her tiny hands were gripping his cheeks like she hadn’t seen him in a year. he looked startled for half a second, then he smiled, bright and wide and full of something dangerously soft.

"there she is!" he laughed, spinning her once. "you’re fast today!"

"you said zoo!"

"i did say zoo. i also said hi to elsa on your behalf. she says hi back."

chloe giggled, head thrown back, curls bouncing under her hat.

you finally caught up, a little breathless and a lot annoyed. "chloe, we do not run off like that."

alex turned, still holding her on his hip. "sorry. she ambushed me."

"she escaped", you muttered, hands on your hips. "i should leash her."

chloe looked completely unbothered, patting alex’s cheeks like she owned him now.

"she missed you", you said before you could stop yourself. then, quieter: "clearly."

alex’s expression softened as he looked at you over her shoulder. "i missed her too."

there was a beat of silence. not awkward. just heavy.

you looked away first.

"she’s not usually like this with people."

"really?"

you nodded. "she’s shy. reserved."

alex glanced back at the toddler currently babbling about monkeys and juice boxes. "doesn’t seem like it."

"she’s selective."

he looked at you again.

"then i guess i should feel lucky", he said, voice gentle.

your chest twisted. not in a bad way. just in the way that made you feel like you were leaning over the edge of something you hadn’t meant to climb in the first place.

"she chose you."

alex didn’t say anything for a moment. he just kissed chloe’s temple, held her a little closer.

and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like running.

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written: the japanese gp without my little shadow

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the paddock felt different without chloe. quieter. less chaotic. less sparkly.

you should’ve been grateful. no spilled juice, no chasing toddler limbs between photographers’ knees, no judgmental glances when she had a meltdown near the mclaren garage. but you weren’t grateful. you just felt off.

you were finishing notes from a pre-qualifying interview when you felt someone slide into the seat across from you. you didn’t have to look up.

"you’re brooding", alex said.

"i’m working."

"tomato, tomahto."

you glanced up from your tablet. "shouldn’t you be in briefing?"

he shrugged. "had ten minutes. heard there was a journalist in the media centre scaring everyone with her death stare"

you snorted despite yourself. "it’s not a death stare. it’s just my face."

"exactly."

you rolled your eyes and focused back on your screen. but you could feel him watching you, quietly, without pressure, just there.

after a moment, he said softly, "where’s chloe?"

"with my mum. i didn’t want to bring her this weekend. flights are a mess, and she’s been fussy. she misses her routines."

alex nodded, something unreadable passing over his face. "i miss her"

you blinked, caught off guard by the honesty of it.

"she loves you", you said, more quietly than intended.

he smiled. "i love her too."

your chest ached. stupid, warm ache. it made your throat tight.

after a beat, he tilted his head at you. "you’re different when she’s not here."

"how?"

"sadder. sharper. like you’ve got armour on again."

you didn’t answer. not right away.

he leaned forward slightly, voice lower now. "i’ve always wondered. why the cold front? why the black cat vibes? i mean, you’re quick, you’re sharp, but there’s always this wall."

you stared at him.

and maybe it was the jet lag. maybe it was the quiet. maybe it was the fact that chloe wasn’t clinging to your leg, and you were tired of pretending you didn’t feel things around him.

so you said it.

"you don’t get to be soft when you’re left behind."

alex didn’t speak, but his expression shifted, gone was the teasing edge, replaced with something heavy. careful.

"he left before she turned one", you continued. "didn’t want the responsibility. said he wasn’t ready to be a dad. just left. blocked me. no warning. one day we were shopping for baby shoes and the next day I was googling custody laws."

alex’s lips parted slightly, like he wanted to speak, but didn’t.

"i was so in love with him. i thought it would be enough to make him stay."

there was a pause. and then: "it wasn’t your job to make him stay."

you looked down at your hands.

"i know that now. but back then, i kept thinking, what’s wrong with me? why am i not enough for someone to choose?”

alex’s chair scraped softly as he stood. he walked around the table, slowly, like he was giving you time to stop him. you didn’t.

he crouched beside you, one hand resting gently on your knee.

"you are enough", he said, eyes on yours. "you are so much more than enough. and anyone who can’t see that, didn’t deserve you in the first place."

you stared at him, swallowing hard.

"and i know you're not asking for anything right now", he added, voice gentler, “but i just need you to know, i'm not him. i’m not going anywhere. not from you, and definitely not from chloe."

you blinked fast. too fast.

"i hate crying in paddocks", you muttered.

he smiled. "then don’t cry. just let yourself breathe."

you didn’t answer, but for the first time in a long time, you did.

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alex had always liked monaco. the glamour didn’t impress him much, but the energy, the tight corners, the danger, the way the city felt like it was leaning in to watch. it made him feel alive.

but this morning, he wasn’t thinking about lap times or tire strategy.

he was thinking about the tiny human currently sitting on the floor of the hospitality suite, cross-legged, methodically peeling the backing off a dinosaur sticker like it held the secrets of the universe.

chloe.

"need help?" he asked, crouching down beside her.

"no", she said, serious. "i do it."

of course.

he watched as she stuck the brontosaurus to the back of his sneaker. "perfect placement", he whispered.

she beamed, clearly proud of her work, before plopping back down and grabbing another.

"is mummy busy?", he asked gently.

chloe nodded. "she say ‘no run off today,’ so i ‘tay here."

he smiled. "good listening."

"i a big girl."

"you really are."

they were quiet for a moment. then, out of nowhere, chloe spoke, soft, almost like she was testing if it was okay to say it.

"lex?"

"yeah, bug?"

"where’s your daddy?"

alex blinked. not what he was expecting.

"he lives in thailand", he said after a pause. "i don’t see him a lot, but i love him."

chloe nodded slowly, like she was filing that away in her little mental cabinet.

"my daddy don’t live with me", she said next, voice even smaller. "he didn’t want me and mummy. but it okay. mummy says we happy now."

alex’s chest went tight. not in a bad way, just in that full, aching way love sometimes feels.

"i’m really sorry he made you and your mum feel that way", he said softly. "but your mummy’s right. you are happy now."

chloe looked up at him. "she’s happy ‘cause of you."

he froze. "what?"

"mummy smiles when you there. she don’t do that for people. she says you got silly hair and talk too much, but i think she likes you."

alex let out a breath of a laugh, completely undone. "she says that, huh?"

chloe nodded, poking another sticker onto his knee. "she pretends she grumpy. but she not. she scared."

that hit harder than anything else. alex looked at her, at this tiny, intuitive little girl with wide eyes and a gummy grin, and wondered how she could read people better than most adults.

"she told you that?"

"nope. but i know. i smart." she leaned in, cupping her hand to his ear like a secret: "she likes you more than coffee."

alex clutched his heart, mock-staggering. "that’s the highest honor, you know."

chloe giggled. "you gonna marry her?"

he choked on air. "whoa, what—"

"you gots to ask me first", she said, suddenly very serious. "i’m the boss of her."

alex gave her a look of solemn respect. "noted, boss."

she nodded, satisfied, and went back to her sticker collection like she hadn’t just flipped his entire emotional world upside down.

alex sat there for a moment, watching her. then he glanced toward the paddock entrance.

and sure enough, you were there. Walking toward them, brows furrowed, eyes already searching for your daughter. until they landed on him.

and just like that, chloe was right.

You smiled.

not the polite one. not the press one. the real one. the one that reached your eyes.

alex felt it like sunlight through glass.

yeah. he was in deep.

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it was too quiet.

you were sitting on the little hotel balcony in montreal, legs curled under you, cup of now-cold tea in hand. chloe was asleep in the travel cot inside, snoring softly, tangled in her tiny bunny blanket. for once, your phone was face down.

and yet your mind wouldn’t shut up.

the problem with letting someone in, even a little is that you notice the silence when they’re not around. you notice how much brighter everything had been the past few weeks. how much lighter you felt when someone else helped carry the weight.

and now?

you missed him.

you missed alex.

a quiet knock pulled you out of your spiral.

you turned, heartbeat quickening, already knowing. only one person knocked like that, gentle, unsure, like he never assumed he was welcome, but always hoped.

you opened the door slowly.

he was standing there in a hoodie, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a small cup of strawberry yogurt.

"she told me it was her favourite", he said softly.

your chest squeezed. "she’s asleep."

"i figured." a pause. "can i still come in?"

you nodded.

he stepped inside, careful not to make noise, and placed the yogurt in the mini fridge before turning back to you.

"i heard what chloe said in monaco" you said quietly.

his smile was crooked. "the marriage proposal, or the part where she declared herself boss of your heart?"

you tried to smirk, but it faltered halfway. "the part where she said i'm scared."

he didn’t tease then. he just nodded, like he knew this moment wasn’t meant for jokes.

"were you mad?"

"no" you said. "she was right."

you crossed your arms over your chest, more out of habit than need. the armour never fully came off, even around him. but it had cracks now. deep ones.

"you scare me, alex."

he blinked, confused.

"not because of who you are. but because of how you make me feel." you looked away. "you’ve been kind. constant. patient. you didn’t run. you didn’t flinch when you saw all the mess i come with. you stayed."

his voice was soft. "that’s what people do when they care."

you looked back at him, eyes stinging.

"i think i stopped believing people could care like that."

alex stepped closer, like he was afraid too sudden a move would make you retreat. "i'm not asking you to promise me forever right now. I’m just asking you to let me be part of your now."

you exhaled shakily.

"i’m tired, alex."

"i know."

"i don’t want to be scared anymore."

he reached out, slow, careful and touched your hand.

"you don’t have to be."

there was a long silence. then you took a step forward and leaned into him, letting your head rest against his chest. he held you gently, arms wrapping around your shoulders, like you were something breakable but not broken.

"this is the part where you stay" you murmured.

he kissed your hair.

"i’m not going anywhere."

and just like that, something shifted. it wasn’t fireworks or grand declarations. it was quieter than that. steadier.

it was the start of something real.

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[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ bitterly sweet taste ]❜

ft. thomas lawrence x f! reader — conclave

╰₊✧ he says it’s the last time he’ll see you, but it never is┊1k words

contains: more plot than smut!! sacrilege (broken vows of celibacy), sex work, age gap (unspecified but legal ofc he’s just ancient), guilt, unprotected piv, thomas is a guilt-ridden pathetic old man and i want to fuck him

➤ author's note: i was gonna post the benitez fic first but there’s gonna be a delay on that once because i still don’t really know what i’m doing so have this lawrence fic and then a tedesco one sometime next week i love these old men so much

thomas lawrence is trapped in a constant, grueling cycle of temporary pleasure in exchange for eternal shame. he doesn’t remember when it started, but it doesn’t really matter when he can’t see the end in sight. his main excuse is the stress he’s under, struggling with the faith that makes up his entire identity and considering retiring from his position as dean of the cardinals. although the holy father won’t allow him to. his words echoed in his mind, “some are chosen to be shepherds, and others are needed to manage the farm.”

he hesitates before picking up the phone to call you, knowing the exact sequence of events that will unfold once he does. he could end it right here, do the virtuous thing, and pray for closure rather than indulging in earthly desires as a temporary solution to his problems, but he never does, and his request to see you is whispered.

as he waits for you, he’s conscience-stricken over what’s to come, but there’s no one to blame but himself. 

you’re gorgeous as always, an example of lust come to life with those sultry eyes and soft lips. most importantly though, you know how to keep quiet and respect the deals you make. you promised you would never say a word, and you’ve been honorable about it ever since. you don’t even charge him any more than you would for a usual customer. he’s certain that if he were unlucky, he would find himself being blackmailed by you, asking him to wire tens of thousands of dollars to your account in exchange for silence knowing he’d gegrudingly oblige since the church didn’t need any more sex scandals than it already had.

you kiss him first, you always do, gently with both hands cradling his face as you pull him towards you. if you leave him to make the first move, you would be waiting all night before eventually leaving without doing the job you were called to do. 

he falters for a second, but soon melts into your touch. he so starved for affection from another, the poor thing. it’s almost embarrassing how much he needs you, yearning for a younger thing like you, but you truthfully don’t mind it. it’s almost cute actually.

feeling the warmth of your skin against his and the weight of your body crawling into his lap is enough to send him spiraling, throwing all of the morals he’s held his entire life out the window as his large hands grab the plush of your thighs. he holds onto you like you would disappear at any moment, almost as if he was scared you would escape from his grasp and reveal what was going on with a single whisper. he doesn’t trust you, yet he has no choice but to do so.

the layers between you slip off, and it always makes you sigh at all the clothing clergymen wear on the daily. do they not get hot? it’s fine, you have plenty of experience when it comes to removing the religious garments of men and women alike.

there’s a war going on in his mind when you lay yourself down for him, one between his vocation and his need for you. it’s his last chance to back out, but when his icy eyes met yours full of want, he caved like he always does. the closest thing to heaven he’ll ever feel is the embrace of your velvety walls around his cock, the sound of your gasp when he sinks into you, and the way you call out his name like a prayer, “thomas, thomas, thomas.”

he’s slow, careful, as if too much pleasure at once would break him. he’s not used to this, he doesn’t think he ever will be, not when he’s already at this age and trained to keep his mind above the carnal appetites of the body. he lost his first time with you in a desperate last-minute resort to alleviate all of the pressures on his shoulders, and his last time ever will also be with you if it ever comes soon. it’s wrong, so very wrong, but the constant push and pull that brings him makes him feel like it’s worth it at the moment.

when he finally snaps back to reality with your shared climax, he feels an overwhelming wave of guilt wash over him. he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be behaving like an animal to relieve himself of his stress and succumbing to lust as if he had no restraint. restraint is all he knows, all he’s ever known, he’s the dean of cardinals for crying out loud. everyone knows thomas lawrence to be disciplined and reverent, an image of holiness and composure, and example for the rest of his peers as someone who was chosen by the pope himself to manage them. he could only imagine the scandal that would break out if it was discovered what he was doing in secret, how he’s no better than anyone else and just another sinner hiding within the walls of the church.

he runs a warm, wet towel across your skin to soothe any aches he might have left on your body, as if he even had it in him to treat you as roughly as another client, the tips of his fingers barely ghosting over your flesh as if he was scared to touch you unlike how he was mere minutes before. his regret hangs heavy in the air along with the sinful smell of sweat and sex. 

“this must never happen again.” he speaks sternly and autocratically, allowing you to see a glimpse of the noble cardinal he is rather than the pathetically desperate man you usually see, although it seems like he’s talking more to himself than he is to you. his tone is so confident that you almost believe that he means it this time.

only for a second though, you know it’s far from the last time. it will only be a week or two before you’ll receive another phone call from him for another secret rendezvous. he’s only a human before he is a holy man, after all.

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"Here," Danny slides his business card over, and Victor fries takes it.

"Contact my parents, go to Amity Park. They can explain and answer every question you have, Mr. Fries."

Victor, still in his suit and staring, frowns. "What about Nora?"

"I can promise you, she will be alright. I'll give you daily news of her condition and make sure everything is on top condition."

Mr. Fries hesitates, glancing at his frozen wife. He contemplates it, the decision and its cost if he were to trust.

"Nora can't handle transportation in these conditions, but with me here, she will get enough ectoplasm exposure that will make her liminal." Danny explains carefully, eyes crinkling as he looks at the man.

"She will turn into a ghost and come back. Anger may be stronger than love, but love is one of the main emotions one will form in the Infinity Realms."

Victor exhales shakily, breath tinted white from the cold.

"The same will happen to me if I depart to amity park?"

"Yes." The halfa nods. "You will be exposed to ectoplasm like every other civilian there, but unlike here with Nora, my parents will make sure you understand every little thing about this process."

"And if she does come back as a ghost... how long...?"

Danny bites his lip. "I'm not sure. Once her ghost forms, she will be under my protection, many know to not go against me. She will learn of her new culture and then of the traditions."

He explains slowly, making sure Mr. Fries is concentrated and on line with every word he tells.

"Her memories will slowly trickle in, but she will remember and most likely go and find you."

Victor, the ever careful man he is, tilts his head. "How will she come back?"

"My parents again, they have a portal. She will be led to it by associates and friends safely. You will meet her at Amity Park, that's why I suggested moving in the first place. She won't be strong enough to leave amity at first."

"Why me? Why us? This program is not public, and you can not possibly be joking either."

"Valid," Danny shrugs at his gaze. "Call it fondess or maybe attachment, but Nora really grew on me despite... not being very expressive."

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(They talked for so so long, until Victor Fries aka Mr. Freeze finally agreed and left.

Danny gave them the privacy needed for their temporary goodbye, he would help them, he'd promised so.

And Phantom doesn't break promises.

So he helps Mr. Fries escape Gotham, made sure he arrived at the meeting place with Jazz, and gave updates on Nora in her cryochamber.

He would buy flowers for her, talk, throw jokes, despite no answer.

Aunt Nora's life would flicker at a time, and sooner than later, Danny knew her time was up.

He left when Victor came back, got her out of her sleep, and held her for her last moments. He was here when Victor departed again, ready to prepare his new apartment at Amity for Nora's arrival.

He felt unbridled happiness when the news came back months later that Nora managed to get back. She became a winter spirit like he is, more alive than she was in the last live.

Danny was happy for the Fries family.)

[soullessdianthus]

have you written anything for a perv!gromsko? he is my favorite and i would love to see you write for him!

A/N: I decided to write him in the most stereotypical way which is misogynistic (men in Poland are like this fr *COUGHS*). Just because I gave myself a pass to do that bc I'm Polish, okay? *Muah* to this anon for Polish reference! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Warnings: misogyny, sabotage in workplace, nsfw (overstimulation, darcyphilia, cockwarming, throat training, dumbification maybe?)

✧°. Gromsko is a misogynistic kind of pervert. Born and raised in a traditional Polish family he grew unaware of his deepest, darkest desires. Until.

✧°. When you enrolled into the SpecGru forces, he couldn’t believe something as delicate as a girl found herself here, within the private military company. Of course Sobiesław knew women were stronger than it seemed, but not in a fucking battlefield. In his opinion they should worry about hearth and home not a bloodshed. 

✧°. Obviously he had been working with some scary women before, but never with someone like you – still young, perhaps naive even. Your pretty body untouched with little to no scars. You were definitely a description of a delicate flower in his eyes.

✧°. His mother and grandmother raised him well – he would never risk the life of a devoted woman in a place like this. So since the first day Kościuszko saw you enter the gym hall, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

✧°. Perv!Gromsko would stare from his spot, surrounded by his friends, yet it was you who got his full attention. How your body flexes and muscles stretch while working out or how your breasts bounce as you run on the treadmill. Dear God, don’t give him ideas.

✧°. He was already dreaming of you riding his cock into oblivion, naked while he was in full uniform. Sobiesław’s coarse hands pressing down onto your hips, making you sink further against him and his girl mewling from pleasure.

✧°. Sneaking behind everyone’s back Perv!Gromsko would do everything to be assigned with you while on a mission. Sobiesław very carefully sabotaged your work just for the superiors to punish you. 

✧°. Why? Because he would defend you in front of them, telling them you need another chance, that he would guide you. And since he was an honored soldier within the company, they made him your temporary superior as he had a higher rank than you. From now on, he was responsible for you and your doings. 

✧°. Gromsko had you where he wanted to since the very beginning – vulnerable and dependent. 

✧°. Perv!Sobiesław believed it was meant that way, because women should listen to their husbands, right? First thing he wanted to change in your training routine was cardio. 

✧°. Your comrade told you to show up at his dorm’s door in the evening. Without much thinking of it, you came straight to him, thinking he would take you to gym – how foolish.

✧°. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, when the man that was supposed to help you with your training session was pressing your face into the bedroom’s wall as his huge hands were groping your breasts! Perv!Gromsko would correct your stamina by relentlessly thrusting into your tight cunt, causing you to beg for a break with tears streaming down your eyes. 

✧°. Evening sessions with Sobiesław became an almost daily occurrence. The man would bend you in different positions on his bed, thrusting deep into your pretty pussy until you couldn’t cum anymore. Perv!Gromsko would mock your lack of stamina and threaten he would not allow you to go on a mission if you hadn’t tried harder.

✧°. So he began training your throat breath by telling you to keep his cock in your wet mouth for a good while, sucking gently from time to time. Of course your tears and sobs were causing him to feel pity for you, but Sobiesław was doing this to help you become better! :( 

✧°. He was reading a book, the one from his grandma, while you were laying between his toned legs, keeping his throbbing member warm. You would whine from time to time from the lack of enough oxygen. But then Gromsko would simply caress your pretty, silly head and tell you how good job you’re doing. <3

✧°. “Such a good girl f’me.”

✧°. “No dalej, dasz radę, Mała [pol.: Come on, you can do this, little one].”

[itsasilentreader]

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𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut, tiniest bit of angst, a little bit of fluff

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𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: written in 3rd person pov, (brief mentions) of grief and death, alcohol consumption and allusion to substance abuse, threesome, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (be responsible guys!), pet names, a bit of a praise kink, creampie, swallowing lmk if I missed anything

𝘼/𝙉: Got this idea when I listened to things song the first few times. It took me a while to write it and it is still not edited or proof-read so please bear with me. English is not my first language!

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Uh, she was always dealing with the devil

Grief can make life feel unbearable, especially after losing someone so dear to you. 

She knew this. It was consuming her whole, leaving her with a pain she couldn’t seem to numb in her daily life. The loss brought a new sense of pain she didn’t know one could feel.

In her attempt to escape the harsh reality, she kept drinking and drinking. But now, even the alcohol’s buzz no longer numbed the pain; she had grown used to it. It only brought her more agony, yet that didn’t mean she’d stop trying to numb it.

She had once mentioned wanting to try something else—another method to get a temporary fix, just a brief moment of relief from the pain. 

That’s why she was here tonight, with her friends, trying to dull the ache grief had left behind.

Shot after shot, Jisung and Hyunjin stayed by her side. 

Already buzzed from pregaming at their shared apartment with their other friends, they couldn't stop thinking about what she had said before.

She was always into taking those chances, yeah

The apartment Y/N shared with Hyunjin and Jisung was, yet again, the designated pregame spot. She needed another night out to drown out the pain she felt, so she suggested getting together with their friends, drinking a lot of booze, and going out afterward.

As the hours went by, the alcohol ensured they were all tipsy and gave her a rush of confidence she wouldn’t have otherwise.

“I just need to get laid again,” she said, sipping her mixed drink. Catching the wide eyes of her roommates over the rim of her glass, she smirked. Her intention became more obvious to them as she continued.

“Y’know, I’ve always wanted to try a threesome. Have any of you tried it?” she asked the guys as innocently as possible, but her two roommates caught her underlying tone.

“I have! You guys gotta try it!” Changbin, already very intoxicated, yelled out.

The rest chimed in with, “No, you didn’t,” “What was it like?” and the most-asked question: Was it with two women or with a man and a woman?

Grinning at the commotion she stirred up, her eyes drifted back over to her two roommates. They were huddled together, having a hushed conversation.

Jisung glanced at her with an almost pathetic and desperate look in his eyes. Quickly averting his gaze back to Hyunjin, his mind started to wander because of her statement.

Maybe they should ditch the substances tonight and try a different form of relief. Maybe even two different forms?

It was no secret to her, or any of their friends, that her two roommates were attracted to her. They, however, were oblivious to her attraction towards them, but the rest of the group wasn’t.

“Maybe we should ask her tonight,” Hyunjin quietly said to the younger boy next to him. 

Jisung pursed his lips and nodded. “Maybe.”

“I mean, she said she’d always wanted to try it,” Hyunjin proceeded. 

“And we both want to try it. So maybe we should do it.” Jisung nodded again at his friend. Lust crept in and clouded his mind. 

Man, he needs another drink. 

“What are you boys talking about?” Your voice pulled both boys out of their hushed conversation as if they were getting caught doing something they shouldn’t. 

“Uh–just uh, nothing special,” Jisung stammered out, mentally face-palming himself for his stupid cover-up. 

Hyunjin gave him a pointed look and averted his eyes back to yours. 

“Just sharing some thoughts,” he said as he gulped down his drink all at once. He set his glass on the table and wiped his mouth with his long fingers. 

The gesture did not escape her, her eyes fixed on his fingers. Hyunjin observed her as her eyes glassed over, still fixated on his hands. He watched her as she took her lower lip into her mouth and softly bit down. The look spreading on her face could only be described as horny.

It made him smirk, and now it confirmed for him that tonight was the night he’d show her another way of pleasure with Jisung.

Then she fell in love with a pill that could take away all her pain, uh 

Then she fell in love with a whole new drug that could fill her veins, and then

She kept chasing that high. The euphoric feeling blocked out all the pain she felt, pushing it further down the black box of grief and mourning. The box she didn’t want to open up and allow herself to feel with all the emotions at once.

She didn’t want to just feel, she just wanted to feel. Feel the ecstatic rush, the euphoric sensation, and just block out all her thoughts of the real world. She wants to be in this moment, in this delicious bubble of ecstasy, surrounded by her people.

Swaying her hips to the beat of the music, she let her hands roam her body. Featherlight touches as if teasing her skin, leaving a trail of hot, tingling sensation in its wake. She let her head hang back, closing her eyes while she felt the dopamine rush coming in.

Strobing lights flashed through the area, and she could only see flashes behind her closed eyelids. Lost in her pleasure out on the dance floor, two pairs of eyes followed her every move. 

Their eyes glued to her body, viewing how her hands teased her soft tummy, fingers trailing up, up, up to her tits. Gentle fingers teased her mounds through her top, making the two pairs of eyes glaze over with lust and excitement.

As if their gazes burned holes in her tingling skin, she looked over at her admirers. A sly smile clear on her face as she continued to fondle her tits.

They all knew what would happen tonight, even though they hadn’t said it out loud yet. By the way they had shared lust-filled looks, they knew how the night would end. 

Jisung downed his drink in one go, setting his glass back on the bar as he wiped his mouth. His eyes were still fixated on her sultry-moving body as his hand approached Hyunjin’s shoulder. He clasped his shoulder and nodded. 

The older boy broke out in a sly grin as he looked over at her swaying hips and lust-filled eyes. Jisung walked over to her, her eyes lighting up as she saw him approach her. 

Her hands pull him in as soon as he’s within arm's length of her, her body ignited by his touch alone. 

His hands pulled her closer to his body, as he watched her with a smirk on his face. Then, she felt another pair of hands on her body from behind her. 

She didn’t need to turn around to know whose hands were on her. Hyunjin’s scent infiltrated her senses. 

“Let me show you another way of pleasure, please baby?” Jisung asked her gently, as he leaned closer to her and she felt his hot breath on her ear. “We can show you another way, angel.” 

Hyunjin observed from behind her and pulled her body closer as she nodded at the younger boy. The music was so loud, but both boys could hear her sultry voice clear as day, “Show me.”

She's high (high)

She lives in the sky

Grinding her hips against Hyunjin’s groin, his hands travelled up her body. Roaming around, touching her skin so deliciously, it left a tingling sensation. Her head spinning, she let it fall back on his shoulders. Her neck is now exposed to the two boys wanting to dive in and satisfy her every need.

Jisung stood in front of her, his eyes glued to her exposed neck and how her top showed off her tits just right. Stepping forward, his hands went to her hips, grabbing them and guiding her movements on the older boy’s body. One hand grabbed Jisung’s shoulder, pulling him closer to her until her chest pressed up against his. Her other hand came up to Hyunjin’s hair, pulling at it out of pleasure.

Jisung’s gaze darkened, travelling from her face to her neck, and watched how Hyunjin slowly pressed his plump lips against the exposed skin. A gasp left her lips, as she felt delicious slow kisses on her neck. Her eyes locked with Jisung’s and her hand travelled from his shoulder to his neck, pulling him closer until their mouths ghosted over each other until he finally caved in first and pressed their lips together for a soaring, lustful kiss.

Hyunjin kept kissing her neck, pulling enticing sounds out of the girl in his arms. Now grinding his restrained cock against her ass to the rhythm of the music surrounding them. She let out another erotic gasp, allowing Jisung to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Wet, obscene sounds could be heard from the trio that stood in the dark corner of the club. 

Pulling away from the eager pair, her sultry eyes took in the two breathtaking boys in front of her. Grabbing their hands, she pulled them towards her and made her way through the crowd. 

She stopped in front of a door, kissing Hyunjin first before pulling her puffy lips away and pulling in Jisung. Ghosting her lips over his, a desperate whine left his mouth. Smirking slightly she pushed her lips on his. 

Then she took them both by their hands again and pushed open the door. The dimly lit, small bathroom was empty. She turned around and motioned the boys to come in and close the door. 

Jisung followed her first, Hyunjin trailing behind them and locking the door. Jisung’s lips were already back on hers, as he lifted her and sat her down on the bathroom sink.

Hyunjin quietly walked over to the pair, lost in each other. His eyes took in her body, how it reacted to Jisung’s touches and the sounds she made. 

His heartbeat sped up as the arousal spread in his body, blood rushing to his cock. 

His hands reached out to her as Jisung kissed his way down her body. Hyunjin touched the soft fabric of her top, and Jisung fumbled with her denim skirt. Slowly, Hyunjin pushed down the straps of her top, letting them fall off of her shoulders. Her hazy eyes met his, and a seductive smile formed on her lips. 

Jisung tapped her ass to lift, and he slid her panties down her legs. His boba eyes roamed her body, drinking in every single detail as if she could slip through his fingers.

Both Hyunjin and Jisung felt as if she was their drug, addicted to her taste already, even though she only touched their lips. At this moment, staring at her as if she was the centre of their universe. 

This is exactly how she wanted the two boys tonight. Willing to show her different ways of pleasure.

Tonight, she's satisfied (satisfied)

Rolling back her eyes

Spreading her legs as she was propped up on the bathroom sink, Jisung kneeled in front of her. The sight of her wet cunt bare in front of him made his mouth water. Then, he leaned forward and teased her with soft kisses on her inner thighs. 

A loud whine came from above him, her desperate sounds begging him to do something — anything. He looked up at her through his thick lashes, the dim light of the small bathroom dancing hand in hand with lust in his boba eyes.

Still teasing her, he gave her a featherlight kiss on her aching heat. A soft but erotic gasp escaped her lips and the sound drove him insane. He dove right in and flattened his tongue against her wet cunt, pulling another obscene sound from her chest. Her hands flew to his hair to pull him even closer to her aching core, grinding onto his tongue.

Hyunjin grabbed her face into his hands, forcing her eyes to be on him as Jisung pleasured her with his mouth. His thumb glided over her lips, forcing them to open and wrap around it. Her half-lidded, lust-ridden eyes stared up at him while her tongue swirled around his thumb. 

His cock was already painfully hard but the feeling of her wet mouth around his fingers made him lose his mind.

Her hands were tugging on Jisung’s hair, making him groan out in pleasure against her cunt. The vibrations of his groans added to the pleasure she already felt. She felt his fingers now prodding at her entrance, gathering the wetness of her arousal and his spit with his fingers. Teasingly, he slid between her folds, watching in awe at how her body was reacting to his touch.

Then, he slid one finger into her pussy, feeling her walls immediately clench around his finger. The stretch of his finger already felt amazing, she couldn’t wait until she would feel the stretch of his cock — and Hyunjin’s cock.

She felt Jisung slipping another finger into her pussy, fingering her open. Her eyes rolled back and she kept sucking on Hyunjin’s thumb. Seeing her experience pleasure by getting fingered and eaten out, Hyunjin couldn’t contain himself and his restrained cock any longer.

Pulling his thumb out of his mouth, he pulled her in for a hot, open-mouthed kiss and swallowed all her sweet sounds of ecstasy. “Please let me fill you up, pretty girl,” he moaned against her soft lips. She nodded frantically in response to Hyunjin’s question. 

He made quick work of his pants and boxers, hurrying to push them down far enough so his cock sprang free. Her eyes were glued to his cock, a bead of precum leaking out of the tip. She immediately grabbed his cock in her hands. Pumping it a few times as Hyunjin connected their lips again in a passionate kiss. 

Hyunjin moaned against her lips, her soft hands working on his shaft. Maybe it was because it had been a while for him or maybe it was because of the erotic scene playing out in front of him, but he felt like he could come any second by her touch. 

Entranced Jisung watched her as he still lapped at her cunt, feeling his cock harden at the sight of her kissing Hyunjin and pumping his cock while she got eaten out. Curling his fingers in her pussy, he felt her walls clench down hard on his fingers. She pulled back her lips from Hyunjin’s, a trail of saliva following their lips, as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten more and more. 

Hyunjin needed to slow down and calm his erratic heartbeat and his cock as he wasn’t done with the night yet. As she pulled away from his lips, he gently stopped her hands from stroking him, otherwise he would come already, 

She let out a whine in protest but soon was already lost again in the arousal and pleasure she felt because of Jisung’s mouth and fingers. 

Her moans echoing and bouncing off the walls of the small bathroom, she hung her head against the mirror behind her as she kept chasing the orgasm Jisung was about to pull from her with his fingers and his tongue. 

“Gonna cum on my fingers angel?” Jisung teased her, his fingers still pumping in and out of her and curling just right at that spot. 

She cried out at his words, biting her lower lips so hard she almost drew out blood. 

“Yes, yes— right there Sungie”, her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten, ready to snap at any moment.

“Come around his fingers princess,” Hyunjin whispered in her ear seductively, as his hands came up to her neck. His large hand wrapped around her exposed throat, his hand tightening just enough to add to the pleasure she already felt. 

Their names spilt out of her lips like a mantra, as her orgasm washed over her, eyes rolled back. 

Her heavy breathing as she came down from her high was heard together with the wet sounds of Jisung still teasing her walls with his fingers and Hyunjin groaning at the sight of her. 

His lips captured hers once more. Jisung gently pulled out his fingers, making her whimper against Hyunjin’s mouth. 

Hyunjin pulled back, breathing heavily as he nudged Jisung to move. Jisung smirked and got up. While maintaining eye contact with her, he licked his fingers clean. 

She moaned out at the sight of Jisung enjoying her taste on his lips and fingers. 

Hyunjin stood between her legs, stroking his cock a few times before positioning himself in front of her wet cunt. Slick with her arousal and Jisung’s saliva, Hyunjin teased her aching hole with the tip of his cock. 

Slightly rubbing up and down, her back walls clenched around nothing. “Please Hyune,” she moaned, begging him to do something. 

Her hips shifted slightly as his hand came up to grab her waist. Holding his cock at the base he gently eased himself into her core. 

Hyunjin closed his eyes and groaned out loud at the feeling of her walls wrapping around his dick. It felt so soft and warm, so heavenly. Her moans reached his ears and he opened his eyes to see her face contorted by a twinge of pain from the size of his dick. 

Even though Jisung prepped her for Hyunjin and his cock, Hyunjin was still bigger than she was used to. 

Halfway in, he pulled out gently before pushing in again. She felt him go a bit deeper and the twinge of pain turned slowly into pleasure. Bottoming out, his other hand came up to her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. 

“Please– fuck, move,” she moaned out against his lips and he was happy to oblige. His hips snapped into her at a brutal pace, one hand holding her soft waist as the other held a firm grip on her neck. 

This position allowed him to pull her back on his cock and watch as his cock disappeared into her tight hole. 

He saw her fingers sneak their way down and she began rubbing tight circles on her clit. 

“Are you gonna cum again princess? Come all over my cock?” Hyunjin’s voice was deep, and sultry and sent another wave of pleasure through her body. 

His cock was hitting the right spots and she felt the tension in her core creep up again. 

“Yes, yes, yes–”, she cried out in ecstasy, her head falling back against the mirror. 

Hyunjin kept his brutal pace and snapped his hips against hers, hitting just the right spot. She moaned out his name over and over again as the pleasure kept building in her core. 

Hyunjin leaned down, kissed her once more and took her lower lip between his. The slight pain of his teeth on her lip made her cry out in pleasure.

“Come for me baby,” Hyunjin gritted out against her lips, and she did. 

Her orgasm hit her hard, seeing white spots in her vision as she closed her eyes tightly and let her head fall back. She kept rubbing furiously as she rode out her orgasm. 

Her body almost went limp as Hyunjin kept fucking her through her orgasm. 

“Good girl,” he kissed her once more. His pace slowed down to sharper thrusts.

Jisung had pulled his pants down and was stroking his cock at the sight of her getting fucked by Hyunjin. Her skirt and panties were discarded on the dirty bathroom floor, and her top was pulled down so her perfect tits were bare.

All the sweet sounds she made went straight to his cock. 

He didn’t know he could be so aroused by seeing her come undone on another man’s cock. 

Her head rolled to the side and her half-ridden, pleasure-filled eyes locked with Jisungs. Her free hand reached out to Jisung, “Please Sungie,” she motioned for him to come closer.

Hyunjin looked over at Jisung, but the younger one was focused on her body and how she responded to Hyunjin’s cock hitting all the right spots.

“You wanna get filled up by Jisung now, princess hm?” She nodded and bit her lip in response, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Use your words, princess.” He gave another sharp thrust into her sensitive walls. 

“Y-yes, please-” she whimpered out. 

He gave her one last sharp thrust, before pulling out and leaving her aching for more. 

He stepped aside so Jisung could take his place, while Hyunijn wrapped his own hands around his cock. Using her wetness as lube and jerked up and down as he watched her and Jisung. 

Jisung pulled her in for a kiss, a bit softer than how Hyunjin pulled her in. Gliding his tongue over her bottom lip, she gasped as she felt him pick her up. 

He set her down gently and spun her around. Bending her over the small bathroom sink, the action was rougher than how he picked her up. Her face was pressed against the fogged-up mirror. 

Jisung spread her ass cheeks and dropped a glob of saliva from his lips, on top of her used hole. The slightest touch already had her whining and withering around. Her eyes closed and biting her lip. 

Jisung guided his tip inside of her, the feeling of her walls engulfing him almost made him cum on the spot. 

She was getting impatient and tried to back her hips back up onto his cock. 

Jisung shook his head and tutted. “Angel, you have to be patient. Be a good girl.”

The pet name made her cry out, and Jisung slid his cock into her with one motion, bottoming out immediately. 

While Hyunjin’s cock was longer, Jisung’s was thicker. Her pussy got fucked open by Hyunjin but she still felt a slight sting because of the girth of Jisung’s cock. 

Grabbing her hips, he felt her pushing back onto his cock. He groaned out at the feeling of her fucking herself onto his cock. 

His eyes look down at how his cock gets swallowed by her pussy. Her mouth hung open in ecstasy and she felt his hands trail up to her shoulder blades and her neck.

His hands tangled in her hair as he roughly pulled at it, lifting her face from the mirror. Hyunjin stepped closer, still stroking his cock as he wiped the mirror in front of her face. 

“Look at yourself angel, look how pretty you look-” He murmured in her ear as he kissed her neck. “All fucked out,” Another heating kiss on her neck. 

“Cumming so prettily for both of us, doesn’t she?” Hyunjin’s voice seductively asked them both, and Jisung groaned in response. “So pretty.”

Her eyes took in her reflection and she whimpered at the sight of her make-up smeared, mascara under her eyes and lipstick smudged. Her hair was sticking to her face. 

Then her eyes flicked over to Hyunjin’s, locking their eyes as she felt Jisung pound into her aching but sensitive hole. 

“H-harder – please Sung–”, she cried out as she dug her fingers into the sink to hold her steady. 

More than happy to oblige her request, Jisung thrust harder into her wet core. He tugged at her hair again and kissed her shoulders. “Pussy feels s’good angel,” he whined, hot breath on her skin.

Hyunjin felt his orgasm creeping in but tried to hold it off until she came again for them. “Are you gonna cum again princess?” he asked her as she tried to hold herself up against the sink. Her legs wobbling as Jisung kept pounding into her. 

She nodded and let her head fall against the mirror. Whining out, she felt another rush of arousal spread through her body. The feeling kept bubbling and Hyunjin’s words added to the pleasure she felt while Jisung kept fucking her. 

“Shit– fuck, angel,” the words spilt from Jisung’s lips sending the bubbling feeling over the edge. She tried to hold herself up but the feeling of Jisung’s strokes and words was becoming too much. 

“Oh my god-” Flushed and sweaty, she sobbed through the sensitive feeling of her walls clenching around Jisung’s cock.

“I’m gonna cum, where do you want me to cum?” Jisung grunted as he tried to keep his pace steady. 

“Inside – please inside Sungie”, Jisung moaned loudly as he heard her words, his steady pace faltering. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Jisung came loudly, moaning her name as his cum painted her walls. 

The warm, sticky feeling made her moan out in pleasure. Jisung let his head rest on her shoulders and placed a soft kiss there. “Thank you angel.”

Hyunjin couldn’t hold his orgasm at bay any longer, seeing Jisung’s cum dripping out of her pussy as he pulled out with a hiss. 

She turned around and gave him one last kiss before pulling away and locking her eyes with Hyunjin. 

“Now it’s your turn to cum baby,” her voice was sultry, eyes still full of desire and cum was dripping down her legs. But she still went down on her knees and took Hyunjin’s cock in her hands. 

She moved her hand up and down slowly, seeing how Hyunjin watched her every move. She then took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip of his length. 

A strangled sound left his lips as his hands tangled in her hair to guide her on his shaft. Her hot mouth sucking him in, hallowing her cheeks. Her hand stroked the rest of his length that didn’t fit in her mouth.

“Just like that princess,” his hips moved along with her movements, eyes locked on his. 

“God, you’re gonna make me cum.” He bit his lower lip as she kept sucking him and taking him deeper into her mouth. 

Breathing through her nose, she almost took all of him in. Hyunjin felt his abdomen tighten as he felt her gag slightly on his cock. 

“Are you gonna take it all like a good girl princess?” he chased that feeling in his abdomen, travelling down to his cock. 

One of her hands came up to cup his balls and palm them while she bobbed up and down his length, the other still stroked the rest she couldn’t fit. His hands were still in her hair, he pushed her head down a little harder, which made her moan around his cock. 

The vibration of her moans sent Hyunjin over the edge and spurts of his hot cum painted her throat. And just like promised, she took it and swallowed all of it. 

“Good fuckin’ girl, princess,” Hyunjin gasped out as she released his dick with a pop and smiled up to him. Showing her tongue, she swallowed every last drop he gave her.

Blissed out, silence fell over them as the bass of the club's loud music penetrated through the walls. 

Hyunjin helped her up while Jisung picked up her clothes from the ground. Hyunjin turned on the faucet to wet a piece of toilet paper. With this, he helped her clean her sensitive core. 

Jisung helped her put her denim skirt back on and put her top on right again. 

She still felt like she was on a rosy cloud of dopamine. Her two roommates, both of whom she had wanted for a long time, finally showed her another way she could also get a rush of dopamine without turning to substances.

A dopey smile spread out on her face. Jisung caught her staring at how the two boys gave her some aftercare, even though they were still in the dirty, small bathroom of the club. 

After he adjusted the straps of her top on her shoulders, he leaned in once more to give her a soft peck. “Thank you,” she murmured against his lips. 

“Any time angel, just let me–us know.” Jisung smiled softly as she leaned back with still a blissed-out look on her face. Hyunjin took one of her hands in his and left soft kisses on the back of her hand. 

Both boys were at either side of her, as she spoke up after a minute. “Wanna go home and go again?”

Hyunjin and Jisung looked at each other, words unspoken. 

They would be happy to help her again and again get that temporary fix, a dopamine rush, pleasure. 

Because she just went to heaven and back.

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���︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[generic-sonic-fan]

Omega's Observations: Fire/Warning

Summary: Omega contemplates how others see his dynamic in Team Dark.

For @teamdarkweek. 657 words.

The assumption amongst the meatbags within the GUN organization is that Rouge and Shadow are his “minders”, and that Omega himself is some sort of crude automation incapable of processing anything other than “DESTROY ALL EGGMAN ROBOTS”. 

Omega didn’t correct their assumption at first. (His mistake. One of very few he’s ever made.) It didn’t matter what any meatbag thought at the time- at least, according to his earliest assessments. Early assessments that were made only the first few weeks following his escape from Eggman’s imprisonment. 

But now? The assumption that he is not an Ultimate Robot, that he is nothing more than a jumble of corrupted code crudely piloting the firearms on his frame? That he requires Rouge and Shadow in order to act or assess a situation? 

It’s a rage second only to his rage against Eggman proper. 

Killing everyone who turned and asked Rouge or Shadow about him whilst he was standing next to them would be a cathartic strategy, but it would also further the misunderstanding. Bystanders would assume that it was “an accident” and that he “didn’t mean it”, that he “was just programmed that way” and “didn’t fully grasp the consequences”. 

There are other battlefields besides destroying Eggman robots, he has learned, and he will dominate them all. Even if it means not acting on his impulses. Even if it means playing these stupid games that meatbags invent for themselves, such as conversation and social standings.

Instead, he gives warnings. Violent, graphic warnings, about what he would like to do with their viscera. But warnings nevertheless. The Commander is still not pleased, but upon being given the explanation, he has accepted it as a suitable compromise. 

Rouge is supportive. Shadow is. . . tolerant of it. 

Not that their opinions would ever control him. That is an arrangement the three of them reached a mere few hours after meeting each other, and it is the reason they are the only ones he tolerates joining him on missions. 

They are not his minders. They know this. They do not try to control his rampages. He fights alongside them, will destroy Eggman robots with them, but there is an understanding that if they find themselves disliking his methods they will withdraw, and leave him to it. 

They have yet to leave.

Even greater, they have kept up. Enough for him to upgrade their designation from “temporary alliance” to “partnership”, then even to “teammate”. Shadow was a given- his destructive potential is second only to himself, and he understands the rage that drives him. Rouge was the unexpected party- yet as her strategic aptitude gave way to more and more victories, she too was proven to be an exceptional teammate. 

Teammates. Not his minders. Not his leaders. 

And yet. . .

The command to “fire!” is his favorite word to hear from them. 

“Over here, Omega, fire!” 

“Kick their asses, Omega! FIRE!” 

Shadow and Rouge, not simply tolerating his talent for destruction, not covering it up, not waving it off or agreeing halfheartedly to get him to shut up about it. Not belittling him, or asking if he “cares about anything else”, or “jeez, you should find a hobby”, or “that isn’t what life is all about”, or any of the thousands of other things inane meatbags say in his general direction on a near-daily basis.  

Shadow and Rouge simply ask him to fire.

Omega is not bound to their orders. Yet there is little greater joy he feels than when he rains hellfire down-range in response- and finds them looking so pleased about it. Something like satisfaction swells in his processor whenever they clap him on the shoulder or tell him “good shooting”. It is tinged with just enough of his own pride to keep him from investigating it any further. 

He will never tell them about this. 

Instead, he will ask “PERMISSION TO FIRE?”, if only to hear Rouge and Shadow urge him forward yet again. 

[gaza-giving-tree]

Imagine waking up one morning to the sound of your children's laughter, the warmth of your home, your career flourishing, and your dreams within reach. Now, imagine all of it being ripped away in an instant—your home reduced to rubble, your job gone, your savings depleted, and your family displaced, seeking shelter in six different locations over the course of a year.

Images: (Top) Fathi Alhaj with his two sons, Yamen and Boody (pictured middle, bottom).

@fathialhaj

Story written by @rumiandroses

This is the reality that Fathi Alhaj lives daily. Fathi is a father, a husband, and the sole provider for his family, who is now struggling to survive amidst the devastation in Gaza.

Fathi, a dedicated sales account manager, was living a successful and fulfilling life with his wife, two children—Yamen (8 years) and Abd Elrahman “Boody” (6 years)—and his elderly parents. Fathi has worked tirelessly to provide them with a stable and comfortable future. But on October 7, 2023, everything changed. The war erupted, turning his family's world upside down. In an instant, they lost everything—his father’s house, their own home, his car, his job, and every bit of security they had built over the years.

Forced to flee, Fathi and his family became displaced, desperately searching for safety amidst the destruction. They moved from one temporary shelter to another, each time hoping to find some semblance of stability. Now, they reside in their sixth shelter, struggling to meet their most basic needs—food, water, medicine for Fathi’s elderly parents, and rent to keep a roof over all of their heads.

For over a year, they have endured unbearable hardships. Their once bright future has been replaced by a relentless fight for survival. Despite losing all their savings, despite the darkness surrounding them, Fathi remains steadfast in his mission—to rebuild his family's life and secure a safe future for his children.

The Alhaj family GoFundMe campaign was launched to provide a glimmer of hope for this struggling family. Like many families struggling to survive amidst the devastation, the Alhaj family's GoFundMe campaign has become their lifeline: helping them survive another day, and helping to provide the family with the food, water, and medicine they so desperately need. However, the campaign is only at 23% of its goal.

With every passing day, the family's needs grow more urgent. Now, more than ever, they need our support. While the war has taken everything from Fathi and his family, it has not taken their hope.

Fathi and his wife dream of escaping Gaza, of building a new life where their children can sleep without fear, where they can find stability and peace once again.

Please, consider supporting Fathi Alhaj and his family. Every donation—no matter how small—helps them take one step closer to safety. If you cannot donate, sharing their story makes all the difference in helping the Alhaj family reach those who can assist financially.

You can donate to Fathi’s GoFundMe campaign [HERE].

This campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters, and is (#169) on their list of verified campaigns.

[leyavo]

| Vita Ante Acta | 1

- “A life done before.”

You and Kyle know what it means to lose a beloved mate. Both feeling like you’re going through another rebirth when you feel the tethered strand of fate pulling you together.

Alpha!reader x Beta!Gaz Second chance mates. [masterlist]

TW: grief/hurt/angst (will be 18+ due to smut in next parts) 2,084word

Kyle had never known darkness till he met you. He hadn’t truly touched upon his own, instead he chased the light at every opportunity he could grasp. Knowing that his deceased mate would want him to live and not survive.

He kept himself busy, signing up for back to back missions and training courses to stop his mind wandering back to his lost love. Which was also not you.

In life, Kyle believed there was one moon and one mate. You, however, a second chance mate was not something he knew of until you arrived on base. And it was as if fate was laughing at him, your call-sign being Lux….because you lit up a hostile area with flares and blinded the enemy.

Light, the same thing Kyle chased in order to escape the darkness of the one he loved and lost. Johnny mentioned something about divine intervention.

Everyone seemed to avoid you like the plague, well the males did. You were a few years older than Kyle, Captain and now working with the welfare council for werewolves. Making sure that alphas treated their pack members fairly with no abuse or neglect. You were there permanently on the base to shadow each and every system in place.

Kyle just so happened to be the one to break up a fight between a beta and a delta. Giving a statement in your run down office on the furthest side of civilisation. A temporary mobile unit that looked like it had been there since the sixties and forgotten about.

He hesitated in the doorway, your scent nearly knocking him back outside. A strong, heady aroma he couldn’t decipher. Couldn’t quite figure out if it was something he liked or something he loathed. It burnt his nostrils, left a bitter after taste at the back of his throat.

“You feel that too?” You say, not bothering to glance his way as you stare at the computer screen, keyboard clicking away.

“Yes.” He didn’t want to admit it, neither did he want to stick around too long and tempt fate.

The pit of his stomach heated, like a spark catching off of a rock in the depths of a dark cave. One flicker of a withering flame, does he want to let it grow though or smother it? He’s not felt it in a long time, that warmth, that reassurance that someone’s there for him. The guilt eats away at him, he thinks of his mate, not you. You’re not his mate, there are no second chances and no way in hell is there any replacement.

Kyle’s heard the rumours spreading about you and he’s sure you’ve heard his. Yours much different than his though. You witnessed your beloved mate die, worked with him in the same field and continued to do so without them. His mate completely different, civilian that had never witnessed the cruel hand of fate until well her death, but that was more punishing for Kyle.

Not that he’d wish for it to be the other way round though.

You’re an alpha, maybe that’s why he’s struggling to identify your scent. Maybe you’re shielding it from him so he can’t take advantage of the situation and lie on his statement. That or his wolf’s trying really hard to block anything else, but his beloved mates scent in hopes of never losing it too.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” you say, gaze flitting to his and the name on his chest. “Sergeant Garrick.”

A shiver runs down Kyle’s spine as he sat in the chair opposite your desk. No warmth in your features, eyes dull and missing their spark. Kyle should know, he stares at his reflection daily wondering when he’ll recognise himself again. When his voice will register with the same one in his head. You seem to be observing him too, no doubt going through the same monologue in your head. Like looking in a mirror and forcing each other to see what you’ve become. A shell of your previous self.

Kyle goes through the usual questions, answering as truthfully as he can about the situation and the pack, stating that he was just a bystander who diffused the fight. He can’t stop staring at you though, wondering if this is what everyone sees when they look at him.

“Thank you for your cooperation, sergeant,” you say, stretching your gloved hand over the table and shaking his. Grip firm and gaze locked on his, like you were looking knowingly into his soul.

I see you.

He’s glad you’re both wearing layers, even if he can feel the dull tingles pricking his palms and his fingers. Doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stomach skin to skin touch. The thought alone sending a wave of nausea washing over him.

“Of course, Captain.” He nods, declining your polite offer to call you by your call-sign instead of your rank. A bit too personal for his liking considering the circumstances.

The rain meets him as his boots crunch on the gravel outside, the drops of water pelting his tactical vest. He’s about to make a run for it, when he hears a whoosh. A dark shadow looming over him and he glances up to the umbrella, your hand wrapped around the handle.

“Just take it Garrick, no hidden meaning here.” You shake the umbrella, pushing it to his chest. Not waiting for a thank you, the door swinging shut before he can open his mouth.

Kyle grips the handle, walks back to the residential house slowly as the sky begins to darken. The hum of the street lamps warming up, but the pounding in his head drowns it all out. He dumps the umbrella in his bedroom, leaning it against the desk.

It doesn't rain for the rest of the month, April normally lived up to its reputation and rained nonstop. Not since you’d given him the umbrella, Kyle thought maybe the moon goddess was telling him it wasn’t meant to be. He shouldn’t go back there, doesn’t need to. Like you said, no hidden meaning behind the gesture.

He just can’t seem to get you out of his head. Each time he stares at his reflection, rubs his tired eyes he thinks of your same stare. A knowing look of truly knowing someone. And Kyle doesn’t understand most people.

A part of him is scared to be around you for too long. Kyle lost his mate four years ago and you lost yours seven. He doesn’t want to go any deeper in his own grief, looking at you tells him he hasn’t delved deep enough. Another small spec though, wants to throw a pebble and see how far it will go. How much he can withstand, but he doesn’t want to lose his sense of self or his beloved mate.

So when he sees you a month later in May, clothes drenched and stuck to your figure he offers you a fraction of light and a flicker of hope. A cup of warm of coffee from the canteen, the white mug sliding in front of your shivering frame sitting alone at the furthest table away. Your umbrella tucked under his arm. He slides into the bench next to you, arm brushing against your shoulder.

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The months that follow since that first cup of coffee, becomes routine. Meeting Kyle whenever it’s lashing down with rain and sometimes you gaze out the window wishing for a down pour. Hoping that maybe it can cleanse you, wash away your fears and lead you to something more.

His jacket weighs heavy on your shoulders as you walk back from the main building. The closer you get to Kyle, the further apart your meetings seem to get. He’s still got his remaining spark, not familiar with the deep well you can’t quite seem to climb out of. You haven’t gone too much into your grief with him, but he understands by just the look of your glassy eyes. A fleeting moment of knowing and it breaks your heart all over again. Silences you.

You’re no more than friends, mates seems like a great dishonour to your beloveds memory. There’s glimmers of hesitation on Kyle’s part, fingers hovering close to your hands as you walk next to each other. Words left unsaid that coat the back of your throat and claw for you to keep your mouth shut. Your wolf’s been lying dormant for, you don’t know how long, no bite left as you give up your alpha senses.

It’s been years since you let someone get so close. The walls beginning to crumble and it makes you want to build them up again. Stay in the well, waiting for coins and wishes you know won’t come.

Kyle has his friends, his task force. A team to keep him grounded and take his mind off everything. You don’t, no you’re the one in charge of other people’s wellbeing. Pushing your own needs aside. Your parents are long gone, ashes in the wind and you’re not close to siblings, they’re much older than you. Just being around Kyle reminds you of what you lack. What you long for.

“You’re pretty quiet today?” Kyle hums, head tilting as he tries to catch your gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” His fingers wrap around your upper arm and he pulls you to a gentle stop. You know he can feel the same twist in his chest, the pull of fate.

The mobile unit is in your sight, the one place where you don’t have to think of anything other than work. Where you can bury your head in the files and filter out all the noise. The guilt of spending time with Kyle and the shame you inflicted on yourself for leaning into the bond with him. Your chest bruised from your fists hitting the spot, pain is better than betraying your mate.

“I can’t,” you snapped, ripping your arm out of his hold and shrugging off his jacket. You shove it in his arms, rushing to the comfort of your office door.

He’s hot on your tail though, boots crunching in the gravel and voice raised as he calls after you. You daren’t glance over your shoulder, knowing you’ll stop.

“I’ve been racking my brain for a reason as not to…” he says, heel of his boots rocking back on step as if he’s thinking whether he should carry on or leave. “Either way we’re gonna get burnt.” His palm smacks on the door before it swings back at him.

You’re nothing like him though, no light left. Afraid to snuff out his flame or drain him of life, of hope.

No, you can’t drag him down with you.

You shake your head, trying to even out your faltered breaths. He reaches for your hand, but you dart to the side. “I can’t!” Why is he still here? Why can’t he see how different you are. How you were…

“Why not?” He whispers, as if you’ll break if he’s raises his voice. Like he knows exactly how fragile you, a heart of glass. A pebble finally dropping to the bottom of your well, a crack splitting the brick wall.

“Because you remind me everyday what I have lost! What I must endure.” You don't know how he manages to coax it out of you, how easily you fall apart for something as simple as being kind. You're used to getting on with it in silence and going on without being asked, no ones dared to get this close. You've said more to him than you have your therapist.

“Why would you want to forget him? I don’t want to forget them,” he says your mate’s name like he knew him, his beloved's name making you stumble back as if you were struck in the chest.

Tears spill over your lashes, burning your checks. Your knees crashing to the carpeted floor, head hung low as you finally release the pressure on your chest.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Kyle says, walking slowly towards you. “They wouldn’t want us to torture ourselves like this.” His arms circle you, palm smoothing up and down your back. You lean your head against his chest, fingers twisting the fabric of his sleeve.

His scent a mixture of your mates and combined with new notes of something earthy and smokey, as if cementing you were meant to burn each other.

Thanks for reading, I'll be posting part 1 of Price's mate tomorrow then be doing part 2 for each of the 141 guys :) Please note that I am dyslexic and although I check/edit my work multiple times I do miss errors/mistakes - Leya

[yamenpalestine]

**For people outside Gaza — read, understand, and share.

Because many people abroad still don't believe what’s happening in Gaza, or they think it’s limited to a specific area — and we’ve seen this a lot on social media.

But the truth?

The aggression has destroyed Gaza from its north to its south.

Gaza today is not a city, Gaza today is what’s left of life.

There’s no “living” in Gaza… there’s “trying to survive.”

Homes have turned to rubble.

Streets have become cemeteries.

Electricity, water, and internet… have become lost luxuries and memories.

Hospitals? Paralyzed.

Schools? Either turned into temporary shelters or destroyed.

Electricity?

Cut off since the first days of the war.

A very small group of people have solar power, and that’s become a resource — but for a price.

Can you imagine?

Your phone battery dies? You have to pay 2 shekels to charge it.

A power bank? 3 shekels.

A large battery? 7 shekels.

Everything has a price now, even light, even charging.

And prices? Insane and unimaginable!

Internet?

There’s no home internet.

People sell temporary internet cards for those who have electricity and connection.

The price of a card ranges from 1 to 5 shekels (half a dollar to a dollar and a half), depending on the time and speed.

And for daily life?

A kilo of tomatoes = 20 shekels (5.5 dollars)

A kilo of cucumbers = 25 shekels (7 dollars)

A kilo of potatoes = 50 shekels (13 dollars — if found at all)

A kilo of eggplant = 30 shekels (8 dollars)

A loaf of bread? Almost non-existent, and flour is about to run out.

So — how are people living?

Some have nothing at all.

Some cook on firewood.

Some eat one meal a day or less.

Some planted parsley, lettuce, or anything just to survive.

Some make onion-water soup…

And some don’t eat at all.

No food, no gas, no enough flour.

Prices are insane, and people have nothing.

A kilo of regular vegetables costs more than it does in European cities.

Water?

Contaminated, salty, and undrinkable.

People filter it with primitive methods, boil it, or drink it contaminated because “there’s no alternative.”

Gas?

Cut off for over a month and a half.

People cook over wood fires, coal, or anything that burns.

The health situation?

Not enough medicine, no equipped hospitals, no medical tools, and not enough medical teams.

And people get sick… and wait for death in silence.

How are people getting by?

Some have relatives abroad sending small amounts of money.

Some work with simple stalls or sell anything they can.

Some charge people’s batteries for a fee.

And some wait for help from a kind stranger.

And financial transfers?

Imagine someone sends you $500… you actually receive just $250.

Why?

Because when you receive through a bank office, they take 20%.

If you receive cash, they take another 30%.

Half the money is gone.

Theft?

Unfortunately, it’s happening.

People who left their homes, others break in and take everything…

Even though everyone is hurt and broken, war has changed everything.

And displacement?

The occupation drops leaflets from planes:

“Leave your area immediately, it’s a danger zone.”

Imagine a plane dropping a leaflet ordering you to leave your home immediately…

So you gather a few things and leave.

You leave your home, your memories, the scent of your children… and head to a tent.

A small tent… that protects you from neither bombing, nor cold, nor heat, nor fear.

And you don’t know if you’ll ever return, or when, or if you’ll even find your home again.

People are either displaced, broken, starving, or oppressed.

In Gaza… there’s no difference anymore between rich and poor, doctor or vendor.

Everyone is hurting, everyone is in need.

There’s no such thing as “living.”

There’s only “enduring.”

And even endurance… is slowly breaking apart.

Help us get our voice out.

Help us break the wall of silence.

Gaza isn’t a number… Gaza is souls, children, mothers, dreams… bleeding.

The pain needs to escape Gaza… the world needs to hear.**

#Gaza

#VoiceFromWithin

#SaveGaza

#ShareTheTruth

#GazaBleeds

#WeDeserveToLive

#WeAreAllGaza

To donate, click here.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Sweetest kiss ✧

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Plot : After almost being killed by those cultists monsters, you thank Leon with a kiss for saving you.

A/N: It’s short… I might do a longer version like in a few days for you guys. Daily reminder: English isn’t my first language.

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As you and Leon tried to escape this devilish village, you knew that the sigh of those twisted cultists will haunt your dreams for a while.

You, the president’s daughter, found herself clinging desperately to Leon’s side, her heart pounding with a mix of pure terror and a growing admiration for the stoic, capable agent.

Just moments ago, you had been mere inches from a fate worse than death, the gnarled, inhuman forms of the cultists closing in around you.

But Leon, with his unwavering resolve and lightning-fast reflexes, had sprung into action, his gun blazing as he shielded you from the deadly attack.

Now, the two of you had found temporary refuge in a quiet, abandoned house, the air thick with the lingering scent of gunpowder and the weight of your narrow escape.

Your legs trembled as the adrenaline began to wear off, the reality of how close you had come to losing your life sinking in with a sickening clarity.

Turning to Leon, you found yourself captivated by the hardened determination etched into his features, his piercing gaze sweeping the room for any signs of danger.

Yet, beneath the stoic facade, you glimpsed a flicker of something else - a glimmer of concern, perhaps, or a fleeting moment of vulnerability that he struggled to conceal.

"I... I don't know how to thank you,"

You whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and the lingering fear that had gripped you.

"You saved my life back there."

Leon's gaze met yours, his expression unchanging as he replied in his characteristic clipped tone,

"It's my job."

But you saw past the stoic veneer, sensing the underlying depth of emotion that Leon fought so hard to suppress.

Emboldened by your near-death experience, you reached out, your hand coming to rest gently on his forearm.

"But it's more than that, isn't it?" You murmured, her eyes searching his face with…hope ?

"I saw it in your eyes, you were scared. And you risked your life to save me."

Leon's jaw tightened, and for a moment, you wondered if you had overstepped some unspoken boundary.

But then, before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek in a featherlight kiss.

The gesture was tender, yet charged with a quiet intensity that sent a barely perceptible shiver through Leon's frame.

His eyes widened ever so slightly, the usual mask of composure cracking to reveal a flicker of raw emotion.

Clearing his throat, Leon took a step back, his gaze averted as he struggled to regain his composure.

"I was just doing my job," he mumbled, the faintest hint of a flush creeping across his features.

You offered him a small, knowing smile, your heart swelling with a newfound understanding of the man before you.

In that moment, you saw beyond the stoic facade, glimpsing the depth of his humanity and the weight of the burdens he carried.

[mahmoudfromgaza]

The humanitarian catastrophe unfolding in Gaza has reached an unprecedented and deeply distressing level, with the city of Khan Yunis at the epicenter of an escalating and life-threatening crisis. Our families, along with countless others, are trapped in a nightmarish reality, surrounded by constant danger, destruction, and the ever-present threat to our lives posed by the intensifying operations of the Israeli military. The situation has deteriorated to such an extent that remaining in Khan Yunis is no longer viable, as we face daily risks of violence, loss, and unimaginable hardship. The urgent need to evacuate to a safer area has become our only hope for survival, a desperate necessity to protect ourselves and our loved ones from the immediate and overwhelming perils that surround us. A donation of just $50, though seemingly modest, can serve as a critical lifeline, providing the essential resources required to secure safe passage, access temporary shelter, and obtain basic necessities as we flee to a place where we can begin to rebuild our lives in safety. This small act of generosity could mean the difference between life and death for us, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of this devastating crisis. We are reaching out with an earnest and heartfelt plea for your compassion, imploring you to stand with us in solidarity during this harrowing time. Your support, whether through a donation or by amplifying our call for help, can help us escape the relentless dangers that threaten to engulf us and provide a chance to find refuge, stability, and a future free from fear. Please, we beg you to act swiftly and contribute to our evacuation efforts, as every moment we remain here increases the risk to our lives. Your kindness and humanity could be the beacon of hope that saves our family and others like us from the unimaginable suffering of this ongoing tragedy.