#But I'm already frustrated with this office and starting to regret going there.

[shadowkira]

I forgot that I have two appointments this week. I'll have to be late to work Wednesday because the only appointment I could get was at 1:45pm unless I wanted to wait until January... so this means I don't want to leave work early despite working until 12am.

I work until 12am and then have to be up the next morning to go to a 9:45am appointment. I likely won't be able to go back to sleep because of my insomnia, so then I'll be a zombie when I work again from 2pm to 12am. Haha...

[ginevrapng]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄

pairing: fwb!james x reader

word count: 1.9k words

warnings and contents: 18+ contains some sexual content, teasing, touching over clothes, semi-public, james being super desperate to kiss you (and desperate for you in general), some cockblocking, 'love' being used as a nickname ||| chubby-coded reader

james shares the same class as you, history of magic, and sits next to you. no other marauders are in the class and there's barely any gryffindor's in general in the class so james always makes sure you and him sit together at the back where no one notices either one of you. he sits at the back away from everyone else, he doesn't interrupt the lessons or talk loudly with his friends, he's got something better to do, so people forget he's even taking the class, he doesn't get noticed. paired up with, you, already being, as james teases you about 'a nobody' no one ever pays attention to you both and how you always sit next to each other. he knows calling you a nobody doesn't bother you but it does make you pinch him in the arm in retaliation.

james takes this opportunity to try and talk to you as much as he can without you telling him to be quiet and shut up. binns drones on but james talks way to energetic for your liking in class that you worry that you'll get in trouble. even if you do want to spend your hour giving james your undivided attention, quietly chatting to him.

this particular lesson felt more lengthy and drawn out than normal for him and after class he's planning on setting up some elaborate prank in filch's office that if he told you about you'd absolutely scold him for, saying that it's too risky to do a prank like that in the middle of the day.

james looks around the room to check if anyone is looking his way and no one is. you slightly jump in your chair as you feel a hand placed on your knee. james is resting his hand on your knee and it's not scandalous at the moment but you never know what scheme james has going on in his head. you shift your head slightly and hiss at him, "what do you think you're doing potter!" james keeps looking where he was and looks like he's paying little attention to where his hand is before shushing you. "don't shush me potter, what are you doing? unlike you i'm actually paying attention in class!"

james grins at that knowing you well enough by now, you're such a liar. "hush love. i'm not doing anything." he's lying, you know he's lying, you know him well enough by now. you know that he's teasing you and if he keeps pretending he doesn't know what he's doing to you you're going to get frustrated just like he wants you to do because he thinks you look cute when you're mad and you can't let him win.

you suck your breath in when you feel his large callus palms start to gently stroke your knee, making you shiver in the process. you go to reiterate that he needs to stop because you're in class and you're interested in this class before james stops you by speaking first. "you're such a little liar love, we both know you're paying zero attention to binns. i don't blame you, it's binns. you can't use the whole good girl act who pays attention in every single class on me. i know how much you hate history of magic." he says entirely to smug and impressed with himself.

you grit your teeth regretting every decision that led you to sitting next to james bloody potter. "we've got exams soon," you muttered. at that james chuckled but quickly hid it behind an acted cough. you looked up at him and glared. james looks back and grins, annoying you more than you were.

he slowly moves his hand up your thigh causing your eyes to widen and you to immediately grab his wrist. "james!" you whisper shout at him, right after being said you were worried that you weren't quiet enough and someone might have heard you.

james' eyes soften as he looks at your panicked state and wide eyes, he doesn't move his hand but softly squeezes your plush thigh. "come on love. you trust me, right?" he doesn't push you, he thought before that you like it but are just a bit nervous but at this point james is second guessing his actions. he doesn't know if his heart would handle it if you said you didn't trust him or even worse if he's wrong and he's put you in a situation that you're entirely uncomfortable in.

you're not uncomfortable just wary but with james' words you breath and calm your worry. you have complete faith in him and you know that he'll never put you in a bad situation.

you slowly remove your hand from his wrist and james visibly relaxes before stroking your thigh up and down, barely applying any pressure, almost tickling you but definitely teasing you.

the longer james touches you the more relaxed you get in his hold knowing that you're not going to be caught and he's touching you in ways that bring you comfort, he always makes you feel safe. you realise at some point the idiot is tracing not patterns anymore on your skin but his own name. you distinctly feel the 'J A M E S' traced against your body. his hand gets higher up and you flush at the action. you shoot him a look of warning but he mouths to you, 'trust me love'.

your back straightens as you feel the pads of his fingertips brush up against your underwear. that's all he does, move his hand slowly against you, occasionally grabbing chunks of your thigh and putting extra pressure when he's touching your still covered pussy. he's obviously having fun teasing you and messing with you. he's going to get a book to the back of his head later if this carries on.

james' trousers soon become tight as his dick hardens more every time he grabs hold of your thick thigh and touches your knickers that are now wet from the attention james is giving you. his breath hitches as he feels your soaked underwear knowing that he's the cause of it. he checks the room again to make sure no one is suspecting anything or looking your way and with his other hand he reaches down and palms himself over his trousers.

his eyes dart all over you, taking in the feeling of your soaked underwear and your soft thighs. he see's you biting your lip so hard it's a surprise you're not drawing blood to keep from whimpering. you're trying to look composed but your face is mildly scrunched up because of the light teasing touching and all the stimulation. you look like a goddess. he nearly whimpers while looking at you.

you notice the movement when james starts touching himself and get wetter knowing this is affecting james as much as it's affecting you. you look at him and give him an all knowing smirk and james see's this and wishes so bad that he could kiss you right now that it physically pains him that he can't. you smirk and stifle a giggle as you look down letting him know that you've seen that he's hard. "not m'fault, it's yours. you're really hot," he tells you unashamedly. you press your lips together in a thin line as to not smile too much but james see's right through you. he wants to kiss you again, one where he bites your lip that makes you melt, a kiss that's hungry and passionate.

he wants to kiss you every time you smile, or try to hide a smile; or grin, or smirk, or pout, or get angry, or cross your arms, or laugh at his jokes. he wants to kiss you when he see's you in the great hall, when you furrow your eyebrows when reading something you don't understand in class, when you roll your eyes at him, when you're bantering and making playful remarks to each other. he wants to kiss you every time he see's you, he wants to kiss you when he can't see you. he thinks he must be addicted to your lips because no one has ever made fireworks go off around him and his body tingle with just a kiss.

he wants to brush his knuckles against your cheek and kiss you so hard that he wants to never let you go. he wants to take your hair that's fallen out of place and place it behind your ear while calling you beautiful. he looks at you longingly, wanting you so bad yet knowing that he's in class and he can't touch you the way he wants to.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, love," he comes close to you and breathes into your ear. james is still touching you and you grip your quill causing your hand to become lighter due to the tight grip you have in hopes that it'll keep you grounded so you don't make any noises that people will hear.

the bell rings and he's still daydreaming about all the things he wants to do with you. as it rings you see everyone start putting their things away and james still hasn't stopped, clearly in his own world. you clasp his wrist and pull it away from your body, "james!" you say as loud as your anxiety of being caught lets you.

james snaps out of his daydreaming and looks to you and grins automatically at you, you give him a small soft smile in return. nodding your head over to the other students who are starting to sling their bags over their shoulders, "the bell james."

james coughs and clears his throat, trying to ignore the thoughts of you in his head and subtly making sure his robes cover his dick. "yeah, yeah. cool."

"james, what'cha you doing now? classes are over for the day and well... y'know, i'm kinda... do you wanna-"

"oi! james!" you both turn you head to the door to see the marauders outside in the corridor.

james has never been more pissed off at sirius than he is right now, wanting nothing more than to whisk you away from everyone else and keep you to himself for the next hour or two.

he knows at this time you typically go back to your common room and read alone in front of the fire now that it's getting colder out and james knows he could warm you up and keep you company while you complain to him about how annoying he was being but he can't. he's got a date planned with filch.

he squeezes your hand other the table and shoves his textbook in his bag before walking out, leaving you standing there alone. when all the marauders turn away to start walking you see james quickly swivel round and mouth out to you 'sorry'. you nod at him and force a smile. disappointed with not being able to spend more time with james you too grab your stuff and head out of the classroom.

"who's that girl prongs? looks like y'know her." sirius asks him curiously, not ever seeing the girl before in all his time at hogwarts.

"nobody." james replies. he already misses you.

[ninyard]

do you perhaps have any thoughts on kevin telling wymack about kayleigh's letter? it's just so interesting to me and i'm so sad we didn't get to see it :(

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG <33 I wanted to do this justice and although i feel like there's a different way it could've gone, I feel like this is... one of the options at least

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Kevin's hands shook so badly when he knocked on his coach's office door, that the first knock of knuckles on wood hardly made a sound at all. That could've been a sign to walk away, but instead he knocked again. David looked up from whatever papers he was rummaging through to see Kevin in the doorway, and he sat back, waiting for him to explain his presence.

It was an age before Kevin found his voice, "Do you have a minute?"

"Am I going to regret it?" Wymack crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his chair over to get a better look at him, while he shut the door behind him.

"Are you busy?" Kevin asked instead, and stepped into the room so slowly he felt like he was barely moving at all.

"I'm always busy," He answered, his eyes following Kevin as he sat down. "But right now, no, I'm not. Everything okay?"

Kevin looked at the floor, his cheeks burning with an unyielding anxiety that he couldn't control, worse for every second longer that he looked into Wymack's eyes without telling him the truth.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." Kevin tried, sitting forward in the chair across from his desk. "But I don't know where to start."

"Are you quitting?"

Kevin exhaled through his nose. "No."

"Is it Edgar Allan related?"

"No, it's not."

"Is anyone dying?"

"No, Coach."

Wymack held out his hands and shrugged his shoulders with a pout, "So, what's there to be worried about?"

Kevin hesitated before looking up at him. He really has no idea. Guilt burnt it's way up his throat, guilt for what he was about to say, for what he was about to do.

Do or die. Now or never.

Kevin took another deep breath and prepared himself for the worst.

"It's about my mom."

David paused for a second before shifting in his chair, a twitch in his eyebrows as he tried to read Kevin's face.

"Okay,” Wymack said. “What do you want to know?”

“No, it’s…” Kevin sighed in frustration. A part of him wished he'd written a script, or perhaps left the letter anonymously on his desk for him to find later. Anything that would save him from having this conversation unprepared. Unprepared still, even after he'd spent years thinking about how he would say it. But that wasn't fair, and the longer he waited, the worse it would be.

At least it was easy to forgive his silence when he didn't physically have the letter in South Carolina, but Neil had pulled away the safety net of distance by delivering him the letter, and he couldn't put it off any longer..

“I actually want to tell you something.”

Wymack didn’t understand, and it was written all over his face - he knew that Kevin never really knew his mom, and what he knew he hardly remembered, and what he remembered only existed in flashes and feelings. What could Kevin possibly tell him that he didn't already know?

It was a moment before he made any movement, but looking at Kevin, he held a hand up and raised his eyebrows, "Well?"

"My mom wrote me a letter," Kevin started, as Wymack slowly leaned back into his seat. "I don't know when, or if I was supposed to even see it, or..." Kevin reminded himself to breathe. "She wrote about you."

David exhales a short laugh from his nose, "And what did she say?"

He smiled like he was waiting for a joke to come, like he knew exactly what she could've said. Kevin wasn't sure if there was something in the look on his face, but as he felt every drop of blood in his body draining down into his shoes, David's small smile faded.

"Can I just give it to you?" Kevin said, after another agonising minute of trying to find the right thing to say. "And I don't know how I want you to react, David, I don't know how you're going to feel or what you're going to think. You don't have to say anything, okay? Please don't."

Wymack straightened up again, his smile gone and replaced with an uncomfortable frown. He repeated Kevin, an inquisitive statement, "You don't want me to say anything?"

"Or do, I don't know." Kevin took the letter from his pocket, and it was only then that he realised just how badly he was shaking. David's eyes flickered down to the practically vibrating piece of paper in his hands. "Just... Don't feel like you have to, I guess."

David extended his hand Kevin's way again, but Kevin felt frozen in place. His heart was pounding in his throat, like this was one of the biggest secrets he'd ever kept being spilled out, right in front of his eyes. And it was just that, really, something he'd kept buried deep. This secret was his mother's, not his, and perhaps that made it worse. She decided to keep David in the dark, her burden to bear that he was left out of the loop, but now, Kevin sat there, the truth in his hands, doing his mother's dirty work.

There was no going back once he handed that letter over. There was no pretending he didn't know, there was no more blissful ignorance. Kevin knew that handing over that letter would change Wymack's life - it would turn everything he knew about himself, and Kayleigh, and Kevin on it's head. In just a minute or two more, he would be a father. It would change his relationship with Abby, his relationship with Kevin. It would posthumously change his relationship with Kayleigh, because once Kevin handed it over, he would be a dad, and she had kept that from him. But right then, before the paper left Kevin's hands, he wasn't. For a moment more, he had no idea what the words trembling in Kevin's hands said. It was hard to soak that in when he could barely focus at all.

"You're freaking me out now, kid." David leaned forward, an awkward laugh behind his smile. He was just about able to reach the paper that Kevin held, but he hovered his hand over it instead. "May I?"

When Kevin meekly nodded, he took the letter, and Kevin's stomach finally gave out. He brought his hand up to his mouth to cover the gag that threatened to leave his lunch on the floor. David didn't notice. He sat back instead, smiling as he read the writing that he recognised, the tone just like how she used to speak, presumably.

"She-" He started, a joke or a memory on the tip of his tongue, and Kevin knew where in the letter he was. He knew where he had gotten to, because David's smile was quickly wiped away as he froze, still like a mannequin, exhaling a breath through his now open lips. His eyes were frantic as they skimmed over words that were almost meaningless after what he'd just read.

He flipped the page over, probably waiting to find "Just kidding!" written on the back. But it wasn't there, and he wouldn't find it, and the words wouldn't change no matter how many times he reread them to make sure. Kevin already knew that to be true.

After far too long, he quietly asked, "Where did you get this?"

"She left it with the Master." Kevin swallowed, his mouth dry. "I found it a few years ago."

"A few-" David said, like he'd been punched in the stomach. His words were cut off in his throat as he tried to find something to say. "Who..."

Kevin shoved his shaking hands under his thighs, and bit the inside of his lip to stop himself from crying. He could feel all of these bottled up feelings bubbling in his chest, but when he said he didn't know how he wanted David to react, he meant it. That didn't mean that he wasn't hurt by the silence that fell over the room, that he wasn't hurt by the worry that painted over his face. David wasn't smiling, but he wasn't angry. He wasn't happy, or upset, either. His face was unreadable. Maybe it would be easier if his feelings were clear. Maybe rage would be easier to swallow than shock.

"Jesus," David sighed, and ran a hand down his face. He dropped the letter on the desk, shutting his eyes for a moment.

"You don't have to say anything," Kevin said again, his voice shaking now too, and finally he looked up. Finally he looked into Kevin's eyes, only visible for just a second until they filled with tears that he couldn't hold back. "I just... thought you deserved to know. I'm sorry."

"Yeah," He nodded and looked up at the ceiling. Kevin wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. He didn't look back at Kevin when he quietly asked, "Who else knows?"

"Jean, Riko," Kevin put a hand on his chest. Any longer and his heart would be on the table in between them. "And... Neil. But he hasn't told anyone, I promise."

"You told Neil?" It was almost angry, but more tired than anything else. Like all his energy had been sucked out of him by reading just a few words on a page.

"No, Coach, I didn't," Kevin was quick to clear up the assumption. He sniffed, and David pursed his lips as Kevin tried to talk through the tears that spilled down his cheeks, unstoppable, guilt filled. "He found the letter over the holidays and he brought it back here with him. I'm sorry."

David sighed again, and after a long and terrible pause, he said, "Kevin, I need a minute."

Kevin tried to find just an ounce of something in his words, a speck of relief, or reassurance, or anything that would make Kevin feel even just a little bit better about the decision he'd made. His hand was forced, in a way, twisted behind his back as Neil pushed him into Wymack's office to tell him the truth.

"Okay," Kevin agreed, and picked the letter up to replace it back into his pocket. "I'm sorry."

"Stop that," David clicked his tongue and waved him off. "I just need time to think."

Kevin nearly tripped over his own feet trying to get up. He crossed the room, the weight of the conversation left unspoken pulling him back, begging to be understood and spoken about and explained over and over. But he had to go. David needed space, and he needed time. It wasn't fair to expect anything else from him.

The door had just about closed before he had sighed again.

"Kev," He crossed his arms, and Kevin turned to look at him, holding the door open with an outstretched hand. "We'll talk later."

"Sure." He nodded with a teary exhale. He wasn't sure if what he felt was relief or not, but it was something, as it always was. Perhaps it was just the reassurance of a conversation to be had, instead of a topic that would be buried and forgotten, living on through his mother's faded handwriting and the very few people who knew.

"Just not right now," David clarified with a weak and desperate smile.

"Okay." Kevin's lip trembled. "Thank you, Coach."

David looked between Kevin's eyes for a moment longer before he gestured to him that that was all. He reached for the phone in front of him as Kevin quietly shut the door. The door was too thick and the ringing in his ears too loud for him to eavesdrop on what was being said or who he was talking to. Kevin used the collar of his t-shirt to wipe his eyes again.

They'd talk about it later.

Kevin did the only thing that he knew he could do, and he jogged down to the court. Andrew would kill him for being on the court without gear, a practice racquet in his hands that hadn't been stored away earlier. Coach would kill him for firing shots without a helmet on, but still Kevin dropped a ball in his net, and with his left hand, he fired towards the goal until it lit up red, until all that was left in his head was red lights and loud buzzers, and the bouncing of a ball against plexiglass.

[gojo-enthusiast]

Kento Nanami ~

Wake Me Up

*Sleep Sex* MDI, 18+ Only! Kento wakes you up to a sweet surprise *😉* after working a long day fighting curses. Do not read if it triggers! Anyways, enjoy my first piece 😈

Word count: <2200

PSA: did not proof read, honestly I’m always horny for JJK men, so beware and stay tuned for more disgusting pieces. Also are we gonna talk about how fucking hot Nanami is in season 2???? Follow me on X (Twitter)

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You had stayed awake until midnight, taken your shower, exfoliated, & shaved.

"Ken should be home anytime soon" checking your phone seeing the time

6:00 PM

Getting yourself all prepped and ready for him to come home to a sweet surprise. You had been aching all day long, this morning he had been loving on you, slowly caressing your thighs, and right when he was going to put his hands into your heat, his phone starts ringing,

“Fuck. Who is calling me?” He groans grabbing his phone, “What the fuck does Satoru want.” He groans once again. Your husband was not one to cuss often, only when he was upset, (usually at Satoru) or when he was fucking you.

“What is it Gojo-San?” Nanami ask begrudgingly,

“Nanamiiiiii-“ Satoru says in a shrill

You didn’t hear all that was said, but the moment the called ended, your husband stood up and kissed your forehead.

“So sorry my love, but I have to leave. I promise we will finish what we started when I get home.” He says smiling faintly.

“Everything okay?” You ask, wrapping the sheets around you as he gets in the shower to get ready to leave for another day of killing curses. A job you hated so much, but you knew that him working his office job, was only making him feel suffocated, and had no meaning to his life.

“Yeah, just some curses. Nothing to be worried about. Satoru is out of town, I have to take the new kid Yuuji Itadori with me today.” He says washing his face, you see the bubbles of the soap form, and sink down his skin to the drain. You look down, and see his member hard as a rock, he looked frustrated.

“You sure we can’t fix that before you go?” You smirk, “Don’t tease me, or you’ll regret it later on.” He groans, you watched as he slightly stroked it in the shower, you watched, knowing he was about to burst any second. He wanted to fuck you right then and there, but he knew if he did, he would be late, and he wouldn’t stop. And then there it was, he had finished all over his hand, the water washing it off.

“Fuck. I wish that was in me right now.” You moan, “Get out before you tempt me anymore.” He says as he looks away from you. You do as he says, you already know how hard working your husband is, that’s why you spent the whole day pampering yourself, getting a facial, getting your nails done, everything that would make you feel and look done up. You knew how much your husband loved to see you all dolled up and manicured. I mean he didn’t work so hard for nothing. He always wanted you to be able to feel spoiled, and go definitely spoil yourself with his money.

But little did you know, your husband would be working overtime today. And you would be passed out by the time he got home.

Hubby🩵: Baby I'm running late today, I promise I will be home as soon as I can. I love you. - 6:02PM

Your husband is always home by 6PM, so you knew if he wasn’t, it was definitely something a little more serious. But you know your husband, he’s a grade 1 sorcerer, he will be home in no time.

As you lay in bed, watching some trashy reality TV, trying to stay awake. You look over at the clock

11:46PM

You feel your eyes getting heavy, the red wine you had drank during dinner finally hit you. And next thing you know, you’re cuddled under the blankets to a pillow, asleep, wishing it was your husband.

It was 1 in the morning, and Nanami finally made it home. Walking inside the house, feeling sluggish, and ready to lay in bed next to his wife, and feel her warmth.

“I need to shower.” He mutters to himself. He steps into the guest bathroom, which he usually does after a mission, because he doesn’t want to get your shared bathroom dirty. Washing off his day, feeling his muscles finally loosen up.

His phone rings again, it’s Satoru;

“What the fuck do you want Satoru?” Nanami hisses, “hey hey calm down Nanami-San, I just wanted to thank you for taking Yuuji, and taking care of those curses. Get some rest, and some ass. Ijichi told me how grumpy you were today. Take the day off tomorrow.” Satoru giggles to himself, “Was planning on it, now leave me alone.” Nanami says back, hanging up.

His phone beeps, showing that he received a text message,

Satoru Gojo: YOUR WELCOME, have fun😼

Nanami: 🖕🏻

Satoru Gojo: 🫶🏻

He finally turns his phone off, wrapping the towel around his waist, walking out the restroom down the hall, to your shared bedroom. He knows you’re asleep, there’s no way you stayed up this late for him. He walks into the bedroom, and your bottom half is under the blankets, while your top half is completely nude, and you’re sprawled out.

“Fuck, where is your clothes?” He mutters, feeling his cock stiffen, becoming erect. He climbs into bed, leaning in kissing your lips, then kissing your cheek, to your neck. “Damn it, I can’t do this while she’s sleeping.” He groans.

You had always told him how you would love to wake up to him in between your legs, but Nanami was such a “consent” man, which you loved about him, he was so respectful to you, and treasured your body, but you sometimes just wanted him to take charge and do something that wasn’t so good boy / gentlemen behavior. He remembered the conversation as he stroked himself next to you, “fuck it.” He says to himself, taking the blanket off your body.

Seeing your white laced panties, his cock at this point was throbbing. “Such a pretty little thang aren’t you?” He whispers in the crook of your neck, climbing on top of you, placing kisses down your neck, going down to your breast, starting the suck on your nipples. Placing his teeth in between your nipple, slightly biting it. Causing a moan to come out of you, while you were asleep.

“Mmm dreaming about me baby? You should wake up so you can catch the live action.” He says swirling his tongue around your areola and nipple. He started the bring himself down to your heat, sliding your panties down swiftly. “Oh how I have craved to taste you all day.” He says opening your folds with his fingers, gently placing his tongue on your clit immediately. He knew your body more than you did, and he definitely knew where you liked it the most. He quickens the pace of his tongue, sucking on your clit, you’re moaning in your sleep. Dreaming of your husband in between your legs, he doesn’t stop, wanting to taste your juices all over his tongue. He starts to rub his index and middle finger on your clit, rubbing it up and down quickly, as his tongue dips into your hole, tasting you deeply. Your eyes start to flutter open, and you’re moaning loudly now, seeing your husband in between your legs. “Ken-kento. What are you- what- ugh yes.” You try to ask what he’s doing, but he has no desire to respond back to you, his only desire is to make you cum over and over until you have melted into him. That knot in your stomach has finally snapped, and your finishing all on his tongue, he flicks his tongue up, tasting every drop coming out. “Ffffuuuuucccckkkkkkk” you groan bucking your hips up, practically humping into his face. “Yes baby just like that.” He says, still rubbing your clit, and abusing your hole with his tongue. He had one of your legs pinned down with his free hand. And the other one, was pinned down by his elbow, as he was still flicking your clit. As he continues to abuse your poor clit into overstimulation, you feel yourself about to bust. And there it was, exactly what he was wanting. You to squirt all over him, “KENTOO-!” You loudly moan, “stop, oh my god.” You cry out in pure ecstasy. You look up and see his face dripping with your liquid.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He says licking his lips, wiping his face with his towel. “Nanami-“ you pant, “yes baby?” He says, moving up to you, positioning himself to enter. “I missed you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he brings his head down and starts to kiss you, sticking his tongue in your mouth. “I missed you too baby.” He kisses down your neck, sucking on it, leaving hickies all over. Because why not?

“I tried staying up,-ugh, Kento I tried staying awake.” You moan, as he starts to slide himself inside slowly, he was big, not only did this man have a long cock, but the girth was the size of a coke can. So he always had to slowly go in, never forcing himself in too fast. “I’m sorry baby I was late- ugh, today was so-fuck, - it was- so-s-so stress-stressful.” He moans, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing cock, he felt like he could burst at any moment possible.

“Damn baby you feel so so good.” Kento says finally pushing that last inch inside of you. Stretching you out at full capacity. “This sweet pussy has been on my mind since this morning. Can’t believe I went the whole day.” He pants, starting to thrust faster, “yes Kento, just like that.” You’re moaning into his ear, “fuck me baby.” You say looking into his eyes.

And that was it, that was the string that kept your husband in control, once it snapped, he and you were done for. Your pussy was about to be his flesh light. He starts pounding into you, kissing your G-spot with each thrust, you had came 3 times in the last 30 minutes from his cock alone. He kept edging himself, you knew he didn’t want it to end. He would fuck you fast and hard, and as soon as he felt like he was about to bust, he was slowing down. “Kentoooo- cum inside of me.” You moan out, “not yet baby, I’m not ready to finish.” He groans, feeling himself overstimulating himself. “Baby you feel so good. We fit perfect for each other. You belong to me, do you understand?” He says, you know it’s not a question, it’s a fact. You are his, and he is yours. And he will kill anyone who tries to get in between you two. He even thought about killing Satoru, for calling him before he was supposed to even be up getting ready to leave.

“Kento, I love you.” You moan into his ear, cumming again for the 4th time, “yes princess, cum for me.” He moans, finally about to reach his high. He’s pounding into you, with no desire to stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes-yes, I’m gonna cum in you, princess.” He whimpers, groaning in your ear, “yes baby, cum in me.” Your moaning, and that’s when he finally does, shooting his hot cum deep inside of you. Feeling your chest go up and down. The sweat from his forehead dripping down.

“Damn, that felt amazing.” He pants, staying on top of you, not yet taking himself out of you. “It was.” Your panting in union with your husband. “I just showered too.” He laughed, finally rolling off of you, pulling you to him, to kiss you.

“I’m sorry I was so late today, today was long.” He sighs, kissing your nose. “That’s okay baby. I understand.” You say nuzzling your head into his sweaty chest, not a care in the world.

“Princess, let’s take a shower before bed. I’ll change the sheets when we get out.” He says lifting you up, seeing his cum drip from your core. “Fuck that’s so sexy.” He whispers to himself, caring you to the shower, turning it on.

“Princess?” He looks at you, as you step in the shower,

His cum is dripping down your thighs, and your cheeks are red. He felt his cock twitch in excitement, I mean you guys usually go a couple rounds, so what would hurt if you both went again.

“I know you’re tired, and I’m tired. But, I’m going to need you to bend over and hold the shower rail.” He says, you look over and you see his cock rock hard again.

“Yes daddy.” You smirk, you silently thanking the universe you told your husband to give you head while asleep. It was going to be an exceptionally long shower & long night.

[kte-alxxndr]

Voiceless | Shattered Trust

Tommy Shelby x Reader

As Polly, Arthur, John, and Ada stepped out of the office, the heavy door closed behind them, creating a brief cocoon of privacy for the wounded couple.

Tommy, urgency etched on his face, hurriedly began to explain, "Y/N, you have to believe me. Those rumors with Grace, they're not true. She's trying to stir up trouble. It's all lies."

Y/N, with a skeptical glance, scoffed and rolled her eyes, an unmistakable expression of disbelief. She turned away, her silent demeanor screaming a refusal to accept Tommy's words.

Yet, as Y/N started to walk toward the door, a sudden, cutting remark from Tommy triggered her. "You always let your insecurities ruin everything good in your life," he retorted, unknowingly adding fuel to the already blazing fire of Y/N's emotions.

In an instant, Tommy's eyes widened with the realization of his hurtful words. "Wait, Y/N, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. Please forgive me," he pleaded, genuine regret washing over his features.

Without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest object—a delicate, expensive figurine—and flung it at Tommy with a force fueled by frustration and hurt.

Tommy's instincts kicked in, and he narrowly dodged the projectile. "What the fuck, Y/N? You almost killed me," he exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and irritation.

The room fell silent once more, the shattered figurine a stark reminder of the fragility of trust. Y/N, her eyes ablaze, faced Tommy with a mix of defiance and wounded pride, leaving the air thick with unresolved tension.

Undeterred, Tommy continued, his desperation palpable. "I swear on everything I have, Y/N. I've been loyal to you. I don't know what's gotten into Grace, but you're the only one for me. I can't imagine my life without you."

Y/N, on the verge of walking away, halted at the sincerity in Tommy's voice. The raw emotion painted across his face began to pierce through her walls of hurt and doubt.

Tommy, sensing an opportunity, approached her cautiously, his words a plea. "Don't go, Y/N. I need you. I don't know how I'll survive without you. I can't lose you over something that's not true. I love you."

Silence hung in the air as Y/N wrestled with conflicting emotions. The room, once filled with tension, now resonated with the desperate plea of a man unwilling to let go.In that vulnerable moment, Y/N turned to face Tommy once more. Her eyes, still clouded with pain, searched his for a trace of sincerity. Tommy, his heart laid bare, awaited her response.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N's stern expression softened, and she nodded, signaling a reluctant acknowledgment of Tommy's words. The room seemed to exhale, the tension gradually dissipating.

As Y/N reached out to wipe away a tear that lingered on her cheek, Tommy gently caught her hand, an unspoken promise to mend what had been broken. They stood there, the weight of their unspoken understanding binding them together, determined to weather the storms that threatened to tear them apart.

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[anshares]

It was just a normal day at the office for Shi Qingxuan...files needing approval, sit for hours on meetings, and meet the new employee who will work under her.

That is until said employee was also the same woman she had a one night stand with a week ago! WAIT???!! WHAT IS THIS ITS NOT HER UNDER ME BUT ME UNDER HER?!??!? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!??!?!?!?!?!!!!

Click more for full plot!

Modern Office AU (F/F Beefleaf flavor)

Shi Qingxuan lives like a princess, she has it all! friends, money, position in a company courtesy of her brother who is the owner of said company. Shi wudu is a successful business tycoon and is planning on running as a politician and SQX fully supports her brother.

Her friends invited her to go clubbing being the social butterfly that she is, she accepted the invitation. As soon as she enters the club, she notices this lady dressed in a black minidress.

This lady has an air of mystery in her but just spends her time alone drinking on a corner of the club, she doesn’t interact with anyone and just turns down attempted advances on her by others but she can’t help notice said lady keeps glancing at her.

SQX admits she feels drawn to this woman plus she is gorgeous! So she steels herself to go invite her to dance at least, hopefully she won’t be rejected.

When SQX asked if she wanted to join her on the dance floor the lady in black turned her down dejected she starts to leave but the Lady stopped her.

MY: “I'm not much for dancing but shall we drink some wine while you keep me company instead? I admit it's getting lonely here.”

SQX: “Sure!”

MY: “ What’s your name?”

SQX: “It’s Shi Qingxuan”

MY: “Ming Yi, nice to meet you Shi Qingxuan”

One thing led to another and they spent the night together, sadly when SQX wakes up Ming Yi is already gone.

She regrets that she wasn’t able to get her number, she would love to see the gorgeous lady again if she allows it but doesn’t regret spending the night with her because she gave her a night worth remembering.

A few days later, SQX is at work and they are about to welcome a newly hired employee that will be working directly under her, the head of the department. Imagine her surprise when she sees the very same woman who she has a one night stand with!

She sees that Ming Yi doesn't have any visible reactions on seeing SQX again, that kinda pricked at her feeling cuz could Ming yi have forgotten about her already? Is she just a passing fling to her?

But no SQX isnt a quitter so she tries to befriend Ming Yi but Ming Yi just treats her like a stranger and when she tries to hint about their shared “history”,

Ming Yi changes topic back to work. It frustrates SQX a lot till one day during overtime and they are the only ones left in the office that Ming Yi confronted SQX.

Ming Yi corners (kabedon) SQX to her door office,

MY: Do you think this is funny? I see the way you look at me, do you think I don't notice your attempts at flirting?

SQX: AHA! I knew it!! You do remember me so why are you ignoring me?

MY: Of course I remember you, my memory isn’t shit. You are aware of the position we are in right, You are my boss and this is inappropriate so i suggest you stop this for both our sake.

SQX: What if I don’t want to? What are you gonna do about Ming Yi?

They just stare at each other and then proceeds to make out and office sex. As they were getting dressed, Ming Yi says she won't deny that the attraction that they feel to each other is mutual but honestly she is quite reluctant in having a relationship with her boss,

so she offers a friends with benefits situation instead SQX agrees to this and thinks that she can charm her way to Ming Yi’s heart and get to see her romantically. Ming Yi on her side tries to set up boundaries such as no strings attached,

they maintain a professional relationship at work, no one can know about this even her friends, and finally no falling in love. They act like a normal boss and subordinate in the office but no one knows that these two are in a FWB situation.

As they spend more time together, SQX inevitably falls and falls harder to her. Based on moods, Ming Yi can be either rough or gentle on her, SQX loves the gentle one because it makes her feel loved by Ming Yi with how tender and gentle she holds her.

During one such night while they were cuddling in bed after their romp, SQX is complaining about how her brother is strict and suffocating sometimes she just needs to get away

So Ming Yi offers her the key to her apartment and tells her if she wants to get away from her brother for a while her doors are always open to her. SQX is touched by this.

She kisses her hard and starts a sweet and gentle round 2 and realizes while they are at it that she loves ming yi and wants to be by her side forever.

Whenever SQX remembers their nights she fondly touches the marks (concealed by make up or her clothing) that Ming yi left on her. SQX tries to be subtle about it, she thinks Ming Yi probably notices the change in her attitude but doesn’t say anything about it.

SQX thinks it's mutual too because of how Ming Yi is being gentle with her during, the way Ming Yi takes care of her after and the simple gestures when they are at work, it's so tender as if they were something more but Ming Yi keeps quiet, SQX doesn't want to assume….

Sometimes she acts cold to her then gently again, it's quite frustrating that Ming Yi is giving her mixed signals but she thinks that Ming Yi is just having a dilemma, SQX leaves her alone for her to figure it out,

SQX doesn’t try to talk about it nor confess to Ming Yi as she doesnt want to rush her and is scared that she’ll lose what they have at the moment, if she can be with Ming Yi like this for now that’s okay, she will give her all the time she needs to sort out her feelings.

Ming Yi may treat her gently at times but in actuality she doesn’t want any of that, it just so happens that this naive woman wrapped in her arms, dozing without a care for the world is a pawn for her plans for revenge.

Ming Yi real name is He Xuan, she grew up privileged and with a loving family, all is well till one day her parents got accused of a crime they didn't commit and paid for it with their lives. With her life suddenly turned upside down, she ended up in the streets.

She was then recruited by a fellow teenager into a mafia group where she will work for them in exchange for food and shelter. She knows being involved in that world is dangerous and may lose her life in the process but way better than starving and dying in some random alleyway.

At least with this she may be able to investigate the truth behind what happened to her family. She owes this one eyed boy a life debt for saving her from the streets and giving her the opportunity for revenge, because years later she finds out the truth about her misfortunes.

Turns out Shi Wudu, a huge business tycoon is actually quite corrupt doing dirty deals and other crimes behind the scenes. The Police won’t arrest him because the police is also in on it and coincidentally her family is partners with this company and was chosen as scapegoats.

With vengeance fueling her, she created an elaborate plan to cause this man who took everything away from her his downfall. As soon as she established her own mafia group and became a boss herself with the help of her friend/brother (she treats HC as her brother)

The plans are set in motion and it starts with Shi Wudu’s beloved little sister, Shi Qingxuan. From her seducing SQX and working in Shi Wudu’s company everything is part of the elaborate plan for this man’s downfall but there are days when HX wavers because of SQX,

she admits that she has become quite endeared with but during one of the moments when both mafia lords meet up for a drink HC asks him if she is planning on abandoning her plans now that she is close.

HX denies and no she won’t abandon her plans, SQX is just a stepping stone to get closer to the goal, she is nothing to her just a chess piece in this board and resolves to push this through without a care for the collateral damage it may leave, a taste of his own medicine.

Now with the elections drawing near, SQX notices something off with her brother and how Ming Yi is acting. She has gotten even colder now and doesn’t join her often in bed even if she does, she could feel that she is angry at something.

HX took a leave of absence for a week and hasn’t contacted her ever since…. At home she notices that her brother is also quite tense, when she asks he just says that it's just some setbacks at work and his election campaign.

In reality HX is starting her attack on his businesses and campaign, one by one she destroys it and there’s nothing Shi Wudu can do about it as the police can’t even track it down they know that there is a larger power at play here.

At the same time, SQX got a text where HX wants to meet up cuz she has something to tell her, SQX thinks this is it, this is the moment where their relationship will change for the better she hopes!

Since she also decide to confess her feelings when they finally meet up, she really missed her and wonders where did was she when HX took a leave of absence.

But something is off as the address that HX gave her led to an abandoned house (it was HX childhood home) she can't find Ming Yi but finds her brother instead and is confused that her brother looks panicked and asks her if she harmed in any way but she tells him that she just got here.

Shi Wudu tells her that they've been set up by one of his enemies he thinks and that they should be careful then out from the shadows Ming yi emerges,

SQX immediately goes to her worried that she might be set up to get to her too, not a moment passed when SQX hugged “Ming Yi” she pushes her hard away from her to the point SQX tumbles on the floor.

She was confused on why “Ming Yi” is treating her like this and she doesn't look like the ming yi she has known for months, this “ming yi” looks imposing and sinister.

“Ming Yi” ignores SWX and starts introducing herself as He Xuan and asks if SWD remembers her or her family, SWD answers that he doesn't. SQX asks what is going on,

so He Xuan starts listing all the things SWD did and how today is also the death anniversary of her family, the very family he ruined. She then asks if he now remembers this family he used as scapegoat after she revealed everything.

SWD was like what about them, they have served their purpose no use remembering cannon fodder, this angered HX and starts pointing a gun at him. SQX was shocked by all of this and in denial of what she is hearing because it's just impossible,

Shi Wudu raised her like a spoiled ignorant princess without her knowing of the darkness lurking within, even if SQX has a feeling or an inkling on what her brother is up to but she just turns a blind eye to everything,

because that just impossible her kind, sweet brother strict he may be won’t do that.

SQX jumps in front of her brother asking HX to stop this, this isn't her which HX just raises a brow "you dont know anything about me" and decides fine shell be merciful and asks for an apology and when he doesn’t she points the gun to SQX instead.

SWD starts kowtowing, “I apologize for everything I did.THERE! Are you happy now?” he tries to rise but HX just smashes his head again on the floor. “Did I permit you to rise?” SWD clenching his fist so hard you can see his knuckles turn white “No.”

SQX is just crying on the side and can't bear to see her once proud brother like this. “Ge, please just apologize properly” she says between sobs,

SWD just glared at her to be quiet, he does so and asks that her beef is with him so let his sister go as she has nothing to do with it, she knows nothing. HX says that's why it's so detestable she knows nothing,

why wasn't she allowed to know nothing that all her possessions and position she gained because lives were trampled, she didn't know then but is still ignorant. She turns to SQX with a chilling glare, she told SQX that she gave her many chances but it seems like SQX ignored all of it.

She just starts sobbing and apologizes now, “what good is your apology?” so she demands a life for a life to atone for the sins. SWD tries to negotiate that his sister’s life does not merit a death sentence and HX asks in turn which of his family sinned? Which among them deserved death?

Both just remained silent and HX just wonders why can't they answer her now. So she makes them choose a way to atone for their sins: one SWD kills his sister and makes himself scarce or two SQX kills SWD and never shows herself in front of her again.

Forget everything that happened, it's what she does best after all; the choice is theirs. SWD tries to bargain that he'll kill himself instead but HX tells him he has no right to bargain.

SQX tells her brother to pick the first one but SWD rejects it so SWD just decided to kill both of them (him and her sister) but HX put a stop to it by hitting SWD with end of her gun telling him if she gave him a third path

then SWD starts laughing and mocking HX how everything she did for revenge was futile. SQX pleads with SWD that he stop talking because it just makes everything worse.

HX asks how could he have no remorse over the lives he trampled but SWD being the prideful man that he is tells him that remorse is useless and a joke

while SQX just calls for Ming Yi while clutching her leg begging her to stop and apologizing HX looked at her and said “you called for the wrong person” then she pulls the trigger and shoots SWD in the head

As HX was walking away SQX stops her again and asks in a dazed quiet voice if she is happy now that she got her revenge and asks hx if she can answer her just one thing.

Were all the time they shared real or did HX just use her for her revenge? Was there even a tiny space in HX's heart for her during that time?

HX stops but doesnt turn around to answer just says SQX already knows the answer to that the she asks back if she has something else to say to her but hears nothing,

HX continued to walk away just as SQX starts breaking down on the floor and begs to be killed why leave her like this? She already lost EVERYTHING, what's the point in living then?!

HX turns around at this and responds coldly “Dream on. If you have someone to blame for your misfortunes, blame your brother." and SQX lost consciousness then. For Shi Wudu his greed was his downfall, for SQX it was her ignorance.

After the whole ordeal HX took a break and lied low as the whole thing made it to the headlines since SWD is a well known person and a political candidate while his sister went missing, the police doesn’t know her whereabouts.

In reality SQX is setting up for her new life in a faraway town, far away from her old life in the city. While SQX was getting used to her new commoner life,

It was hard but not as bad as she expected since there seems to be someone looking out for her. She doesn't know who and she doesn't want to make assumptions.

She wants to think it's that person but maybe not, one of her brother's old friends perhaps? She is actually right in her first hunch HX still keeps tabs on her well-being but wont interact after everything that happened between them.

After everything HX still feels responsible for her because technically she is just a bystander who got caught in the crossfire. Her only sin was being ignorant of everything. It’s best that they don't cross paths ever again.

-THE END-

[lesbiahonest24]

Touch NSFW 18+

Smut

I’m not very good at smut but I had an idea and wanted to give it a try :)

Y/n had been teasing me for too long. We had a minor argument almost two weeks ago and I'm still reaping the consequences.

I was touch deprived.

On our way home I would try to slip my hand into hers and she always found a way to make sure my hand never fully touched hers. She would always kiss me before going off to her classroom. Every time I tried to make it more than just a peck she pulled away. I was getting frustrated.

I didn't think she would keep it going for this long. I know she could tell I was getting desperate.

I was drained after today. The students were not listening today and the whole day was just frustrating.

Y/n had been sitting in my office waiting for me to finish up more work and I wanted to feel bad. But I was still pissed off that she wasn't touching me and I wanted her to get mad. If I had to suffer then she was going to suffer being bored.

The thing is I was suffering too. Because she was sitting in here I was not even doing my work. I’ve been staring at the same page for over an hour now. Once I finally zoned back in I noticed I was missing a paper I needed

I got up to look through my desk for a specific paper. This would have been a much easier task if I didn’t just throw papers on my desk all week. Now everything is disorganized.

I was so focused on finding the paper that I didn’t even hear Y/n get up and move closer to me.

Before I knew it her front was pressed to my back and wrapped her arms around me and kissed my shoulder. I stopped what I was doing to cherish her touch. I missed when she would hold me from behind like this.

“Larissa I want to leave.” “Soon. I really need to get a couple things done today” I spoke continuing to look for the paper. She loosened her grip letting me continue my search.

Without warning she spun me around so I was now trapped between her and the desk. Her hands rested on my hips making sure I wasn’t going anywhere.

“How much longer” she asked staring into my eyes. Her whole demeanor changed. She had a lustful look in her eyes and it didn’t seem like it was going away anytime soon.

She leaned in and started peppering kisses along my neck. I leaned my head back allowing her more access. She soon sucked down on my pulse point making me moan.

"Y/n" I pleaded. Her hands caressed my body. She couldn't be bothered to unbutton my shirt causing her to rip it sending the buttons flying. I whimpered feeling myself get more wet with every move she did.

My body was on fire. She kissed every spot she could get a hold of, leaving a trail of small hickeys down my body. I was squirming under her touch and she knew it.

Usually she would cherish every single part of my body but I couldn't do it this time. "Please just fuck me already" I begged. I didn't care that I was being needy. I just needed her between my legs.

"Very needy" she muttered. She pushed me back on my desk laying me down on top of all my paperwork. Later I would regret it but I couldn't be bothered to care right now.

"I don't want you quiet this time. I want to hear everything" she said after kissing my jaw.

She made her way down my body before she slid my skirt up and pulled my panties down. "So wet" she moaned out.

She kissed herself painfully slow up the inside of my thighs.

I was aching. I needed her to touch me where I needed her most.

My hips bucked waiting for her to go where I needed her. "Y/n" I breathed out.

Without warning she quickly licked through my folds and I gasped. I couldn’t take it anymore. "Can you j-" she cut me off by burying her face in between my legs.

The moan that came out of me was guttural. Someone definitely heard but that was a problem for tomorrow.

She sucked hard on my clit as she slipped a finger in me. My back arched off the desk as my legs locked her head in place.

It couldn't have been more than five minutes and I could already feel the pit in my stomach. "Right there" I spoke out of breath.

"More" I moaned as my hand flew down to her head to push her impossibly closer to my core.

"I'm gonna cum" I said desperate. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. Her pace fastened and within the next minute I reached my climax. My legs shook around Y/n's head as she helped me ride out my high. She slipped her finger out and hooked both her arms around my legs. I heard her moan as she lapped up my juices.

It was all too fast and I didn’t want it to end. She tried to come up and I locked my legs around her tighter keeping her hostage.

“Keep going. Please. I need more” I spoke out desperately.

She used her hands to keeps my hips down on the desk as she harshly sucked on my clit. The noises alone almost made me cum again.

Within a matter of seconds I felt my second orgasm approaching.

“Stay right there. Don’t move” I whined. She flattened her tongue on my bundle of nerves and that was enough to send me over the edge again. I screamed her name out as she helped me ride out my second high.

My legs finally went limp letting her come back up.

I was trying to get my breathing back together when she came up from between my legs and up to my face.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I became embarrassed. I didn't even last ten minutes.

She leaned down and kissed me all over my face.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled not looking at her. "For what?" "I didn't think it would be so quick" I spoke quietly. I avoided her gaze. She cupped my face and made me look at her. "Rissa I don't care. I honestly thought that it would've been quicker than that. I've seen how needy you've been the last two weeks. There’s a reason I didn’t touch you for so long. I wanted you worked up. If it makes you feel any better I think it's hot that you can finish that fast.”

I looked in her eyes not knowing what to say. “I fucking hate you.” “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it” she asked smugly. “Fuck you” I said sitting up. “I love you Larissa. Let’s go home so we can continue. I’m sure a student has heard you by now.”

My face reddened remembering how loud I was in that short amount of time.

“Come on. I want to fuck you all night. Let me make it up to you” she whispered in my ear. I clenched my legs thinking about everything she would do to me later.

[ohtobeleah]

It’s only been a day and I’m already missing ToE. This is gonna be bad whenever it’s over.

I really think you’re going to regret saying that. Here’s the Masterlist for those playing along at home.

Warnings: domestic abuse, an absurd amount of violence against women and children. Manipulation tactics. Threatening behaviour. ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! Whump ahead.

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It was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Time seemed to be moving at the speed of light yet frozen all at once. You could see the Admirals lips moving but there was no audio coming out as he spoke. All you could hear was the annoying buzzing sound ringing in your ears all the while Jake and Bradley spewed your darkest secrets to your bosses. Praying that they’d intervene. 

“He’s been abusing her since before her daughter was born, her third birthday is in four days which means she's been putting up with the asshole for three years too long, sir.” Jake groaned as he sat beside you, frustrated in himself more than anything else because he’d been too late. 

“When he first transferred here he hit the two of us, and Odette, while we were driving back from a dinner at Penny Benjamin's house.” Bradley added while Admiral Simpson eyes off the bruising starting to really show on your neck from where you'd been choked out. “It's public record, insurance claims will back up the time, date, it's all there.” 

“I brought the post it note Fe wrote on when she handed me the spare helmet.” Bob interjected as he stood behind you, his hands on the back of the chair you sat on. “She told me he had a knife–” It wasn't the conversation Admiral Simposon thought he’d be having this morning, but as he took notice of the way you seemingly sunk into yourself, didn’t speak back when spoken to, showed no expression on your face whatsoever as your eyes remained glassed over? He knew there was more going on here. He just had to figure out how to navigate the incredibly rocky and incredibly fragile terrain.  

“Lieutenants, I can't take action without any evidence to suggest there's abuse going on here.” Admiral Simpson sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “It's entirely he said she said at this point in time.” 

“Evidence? Are you kidding me?” Bradley groaned. “Shes got a fucking knife mark slit across her throat and you want more evidence!” Bradley Bradshaw was fighting for your life at this point. He knew that you were scared, that Jaidyn had a hold on you currently that would be hard to break. You wouldn't have let him so close to you if he hadnt said something incomprehensible. Something that put the fear of God into you. 

“Fuck off you need more evidence, Sir, just fucking take a look at her! She's basically shell shocked!” Jake added, his voice slightly raised as he grew increasingly more frustrated at every passing second he sat in this stupid office pleading for Admiral Simpson to intervene now that Jaidyn had crossed the line and brought his own stupidity onto base. 

“I'm sure I don't need to remind you both that that kind of language and disrespect will not be tolerated here.” Cyclone spoke sternly as Braldey sighed, shaking his head in defeat because this couldnt get any fucking worse. He must have spoken far too quickly as a knock rang out from the door. “I've asked Lieutenant Dolan to join us to discuss the accusations.” It was the first time Beau saw you move. He noted the way you flinched when he said Jaidyns name, how you flinched at the sound of the door opening and closing shortly after, how you sank a little lower in your chair with every footstep that inched closer and closer to you. “Considering I've got the three of you gentleman bombarding me with accusations I only thought it was fair that Lieutenant Dolan was here to listen and hopefully defend himself, because domestic abuse won't be tolerated on base or off it, to any of my staff, crew, or associates.” 

“You asked to see me Sir?” Jaidyn was good at masking who he really was, he was also good at pretending to be clueless, a master at weaponizing incompetence. It's what he’d done to keep the fact he’d been using you as his personal punching bag from Jake for so long. He’d run off to the bathroom the second he’d come to after Bob had smacked him down, knowing if he was going to keep his game going he couldn’t be caught by Jake or Bob. He was ready to play fucking ball now. 

“Floyd–” Jaidyn smirked as he eyed off the weapons system officer who stood behind you. “The hell did you hit me with? I think you broke my damn nose.” 

“Be thankful I'm not my brother.” Was all Bob mumbled back as Jaidyn made his way to the corner of the room, standing with his hips squared and his arms crossed over his chest. Watching over you as you sat with your back turned to him. He was always watching, always lurking. 

“There's been some accusations brought to my attention that you might have assaulted our engineer here.” Admiral Simpson tried to put it as respectfully as he could. “I'm just searching for some clarification here as to what may or may not have happened.” 

“The only assault that's happened on base Sir, was that Lieutenant Floyd here smacked me in the face with a set of rubber chocks when I asked Fe here to tie my shoe.” Jake could not believe what he was hearing as he turned his head to send Jaidyn a glare that sent shivers down Bradley's spine. He had never seen the look in Jake's eye before. One that read he was out for blood. “I had my hands full with something she'd asked me to fix and I didnt wanna trip, break my neck, and die in her workshop.” 

“You're so full of shit and you know it.” Jake spat, turning in his chair to face where Jaidyn sat, as far a way as he possibly could. “Who the fuck treats a woman like this huh? The mother of your fucking child mind you!?” 

“You mean the child that I'm almost certain is yours?” Rooster raised an eyebrow at Jake at the accusation Jaidyn had thrown Jake's way. Tabling that conversation for a later date. God you couldn't have sunk any lower into your chair if you tried. Bob saw how tense you were becoming, opting to rest a gentle hand on your shoulder as he worked to block you from Jaidyns view as Bradley and Jake herald abuse. “I should get a damn DNA test–”

“You should jump off a building—“ 

“Lieutenant Bradshaw that’s enough!” Admiral Simpson snapped. “This conversation feels like something you should be discussing with a therapist!” All Braldey did was crane his neck back to Admiral Simpson. 

“My pleasantries don’t extend to those who use women as punching bags sir, you have an issue with that right me up.” 

“Yeah you can go ahead and add me to that list too, this fucking guy, Admirial.” Jake paused, he wanted to look Jaidyn in the eye as he spoke his truth. “Should be in prison for the things he’s done.” 

“You ain't gotta ask anyone but dear old Felix here.” Jaidyn pressed his lips together into a smile because he knew if you were smart and if you loved your daughter then you'd keep your mouth shut, have his back and say he hadnt done what he did. You knew him well enough to know by now that he wasn't bluffing. If Jaidyn said he’d kill Bradley then kill Bradly he would. If he said he’d take Odette then he would follow through. “I didn't lay a finger on her.” 

“Well–” The room went silent as the ringing in your ear dimmed just enough so that you could hear what Admiral Simpson was asking you as he leaned forward on his desk, pressing his elbows into the paperwork that scattered across his desk. “Point blank, did Lieutenant Dolan assault you to any extent this morning Felix?” You felt like you couldn't breathe. “And before you answer, just know this will be dealt with accordinging and I will make sure whatever happened this morning is unearthed to the best of my ability.” 

This had to be some poorly written fanfiction at this point. Surely there was no way this was happening, your life hadnt come to this tipping point. You felt trapped with no one to turn to and nowhere to run. But with the ever looming presence of Jaidyn Dolan sitting in the corner of the room burning a glare so intimidating onto the back of your skull and the love of your life sitting beside you with your best friend on the other, how the fuck do you answer that questions honestly without someone getting hurt. 

The only person you were okay with getting hurt in this situation was you. 

“No.” Bradley swore he gave himself whiplash as he turned at your response. “No, Sir, it's all been a really big misunderstanding and I hope you don't mind but I've got a backlog of work I need to get done today and sitting here discussing empty accusations is just wasting my time.” Admiral Simpson knew then and there that you were blatantly lying to him, but he could tell by the way you sucked your cheeks in and bit down on the flesh inside that you were holding yourself together by a thin thread. Until he could find out more, there was nothing that he could do. 

“You’re excused.” He regrettably authorized and you weren't going to stay in his office a second longer than you had to be. You just needed to get back to work, get through this day and get home to your daughter. Nothing else mattered except for her. 

“Thankyou–” You nodded softly before rising to your feet, pushing your chair out slightly until bradleys hand was wrapped around your wrist. 

“Y/n—“ Bradley cooed, trying to read you but there was nothing there, no expression, no warmth. 

“Respectfully Lieutenant, please let me get back to work.” Bradley didn't want to let you go, he knew that Jaidyns presence had scared you into lying, he knew what you were doing and he wasn't having a bar of it. He didn't need protection. “Let go of me Rooster—“ 

“I'm not gonna let him scare you into being silent Y/n, he's dangerous and you know it.” 

“Seems the only person Felix here seems to be scared of is you Bradshaw.” Jaidyn chuckled as you finally turned your head to face him. Physically feeling sick to your stomach when he waved at you like a child on the playground at recess. “You might wanna look into that Admiral, it seems as though you might be barking up the wrong tree.” 

“I swear if you don’t stop running your mouth man I’m gonna break your jaw.” Bradley snapped, letting go of your wrist as he stood from the chair he’d been perched in since he carried you from the tarmac into the Admiral’s office. 

“Zeus, you’re excused to—“ Cyclone sighed as he ran a hand over his face, he was quick to follow through by reaching into his top drawer for an pre-emotive Advil to ward off the headache he knew he was going to have by the end of this conversation. “Get out of my office—go.” 

“Come on Felix, let’s go grab a coffee in the mess.” You nodded silently as Jaidyn came to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure the Admiral here has far more pressing matters to attend to than false and embarrassing claims.” 

“Sorry to have wasted your time sir.” You were screaming for Cyclone to step in and see the bigger picture here. Crying on the inside for him to see you were beyond terrified. You weren’t safe. “It won’t happen again.” 

He knew—he could see it in your eyes as Jaidyn led you over towards the door, opening it for you before letting you take a few steps out into the hall before following you out. Shutting the door behind him with a little more force than anyone else would have used. 

“You heard everything I didn’t say anything.” It was the first thing you said as you looked around the empty fall as Jaidyn wrapped his arm around your bicep harshly. “Ow! Stop! Jaidyn you’re hurting me—“ 

“I don't care–” It was the way Jaidyn snarled at you as he came to a halt and pulled you so close to him that your chest hit his torso. “It doesn't matter what you said or what you didn't say, the fact of the matter is the Admiral knows something’s up and sooner or later someone is gonna take the blame.” You didn't know you were crying until warm tears spilled down your cheeks. 

“I did what you asked me to do, I didn't say anything.” 

“You wanna fucking medal or something?” 

“No, no I just want you to leave them alone, I don't care what you do to me but just leave my little girl alone, leave Bradley alone, leave Jake alone.” You were playing with your life, bartering like some type of martyr for the cause. “Jaidyn please, i'll do anything you want me to do, you can do anything you want to be just leave them all alone.” 

You saw the cogs turning in Jaidyns mind as he kissed your cheek. Only pulling back to break your great into a million pieces. 

“Break it off with Bradshaw.” Jaidyn snarled, spitting in your face before he leaned over to kiss your parted lips. You didn't kiss back but you didn't stop him, you wouldn't dare to stop him. “Break it off with Bradshaw and I won't go near him, you have my word.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Permission to speak frankly, sir?” Jake held his fist up to his mouth. His elbow bent on the arm chair. 

“Permission granted.” Cyclone knew he was going to regret those two words the minute they left his mouth. 

“He’s a fucking piece of garbage—“ Jake was at a lose for words, but he’d always find the right one to describe Jaidyn Dolan. “You.” Jake pointed at Admiral Simpson, gritting his teeth so hard he was shocked he didn't chip them on one another. “You just let her lie straight to your face.”

“I understand that you’re concerned, and believe me Lieutenants I can see it written as clean as day on that girl's face that she’s in trouble—but I can’t take action until I have solid evidence to back your claims.” 

“Fe has a camera in her workshop.” Bob spoke up, still frowning as he kept his eyes on the door you’d just walked out of with Jaidyn in toe. “He was in there for a while before I showed up, you should pull the footage.” All Admiral Simpson did in response was write it down on a notepad on his desk. 

“'I'm going after her.” Bradley wasn’t about to let you just walk into Jaidyns arms like that, he wasn’t able to watch you sacrifice yourself to keep those around you safe. You were the one he needed to keep safe. “Standing here doing nothing is going to get her killed.” 

“Rooster, we’re not finished here.” Cyclone tried to reason with the aviator who’d busted down his door all the while carrying a hysteric you. “If Felix is really in trouble I need—“

“I'm done listening.” Bradley huffed out as he stormed towards the Admirals door, ripping it off as he marched into the hall, catching Jaidyn with his hand around your bicep, holding you close in a far too threatening manner. “HEY!” 

“Bradley don’t–” You tried to plead but it fell on deaf ears. “Rooster.” 

“Get your fucking hands off her you fucking low life piece of shit.” Jaidyn thought this was all too entertaining. Putting his hands up in surrender as he pushed you back into the hall. Watching with a smirk so evil it made your heart drop as you smacked against the wall. Knowing that if anything, Rooster would go to your aid before anything else. “Y/n–” 

“Gonna have to make it quick Bradshaw, Fe has a lot of work to catch up on after she got distracted getting me off this morning.” Your heart sank when Bradley’s eyes widened at the realisation that you'd been forced to do such a thing. 

“This was a mistake.” You cried as Bradley helped you to your feet with loving hands. “I never should have let you anywhere near me.” 

“What are you doing Fe, huh?” Bradley asked as he cupped your face between his gentle hands. His worry filled eyes scanned you for any sign of new injury he wasn't already blatantly aware of. “Whatever he’s said, whatever he's threatened you with we can stop, but you gotta come back and tell the truth.” It was the worst thing you'd ever done but nothing mattered more to you than Dot did. You'd jump off a cliff to keep her safe if you had to, no hesitation. 

“I can't be with you anymore Rooster–” Bradley felt his world shattering around him as he heard your words mix with Jaidyns subtle laughter as he walked down the hall. Kicking his feet as he pocketed his balled up fists into the pockets of his flight suit. “I don't want to be with you anymore.”

“Tell me what he said to you.” Was all Braldey responded with as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, you brought your hands up to cover his with your own and in that moment you wished more than anything that someone would just put you out of your misery because this was worse than death. “Fe, baby you can't kick me out in the cold now.” 

“Rooster–please don't make this harder on me than it needs to be, just go, I'm begging you, stay clear of me, stay as far away as you possibly can and don't ever stop running.” Bradley wasn't listening, all he did was wrap you in his arms as you cried uncontrollably into his chest. He held you so tight you felt like you could burst. Rooster nuzzled his mouth against your ear, carefully whispering under his breath so you and only you would hear what he had to say. 

“Tell me Y/n, I'm gonna walk away but I need to know what he's up to before I do.” For a second you weren't going to respond, but this may have been your only chance to cry out for help. Relay just what was on the line to those who could help. 

“He said he’d take Odette.” Bradleys heart sank into his stomach. “And I believe him, so please just go.” Your body language didn't match what you were saying as you grip around Roosters torso tightened. “I love you so much Bradley, but I can't let him touch my baby.”  

“I'm gonna tell the Admiral what's going on, what he's making you do, and I'm coming right after you, you hear me baby?” You didn't want to let him go. “I'm coming for you.”

“Im so fucking scared.” You shuttered out as you finally let go, wiping the tears from your eyes as you collected yourself. Turning your head over your shoulders to see Jaidyn waiting at the end of the hall. “But we’re over, Rooster.” You had to make sure that although breaking up with Bradley was something you were doing against your will, it had to be genuine. You were far too afraid of Jaidyn finding out it was anything less than genuine. “We’re done, I can't have you anywhere near my shit heap of a life, so just–go.” 

With his core temperature rising at the sudden realisation that this was real and that you were breaking it off with him, his heart shattered into shards in his chest. He knew he’d failed to do the one thing he promised you he would. That he’d protect you, but Jaidyn had a grasp on you so right it was impossible to breathe. 

“I know you don't mean any of this.” Bradley stood deflated, he really felt like he was trapped between a rock and a hard place as he stared back at you, watching how your light faded in your eyes and you stood before him like a ghost. Battered and bruised and just doing your best. “I love you, Y/n, I really do, but what you’re doing right now is fucking cruel and you damn well know that.” You flinched at Rooster’s words and the way he hissed at you, gritting his teeth to keep his head from spinning. 

“You have no idea what lengths I'd go to to protect my daughter!” You hissed through gritted teeth at the only man you'd ever truly loved, before rolling your shoulders back as you let out a sigh towards the ceiling, meeting Bradleys gaze just once more. Barely holding yourself together as you felt everything you’d worked so hard to achieve falling through your fingertips. 

"Giving you up is easy compared to losing her.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“What kind of evidence do you need?” Jake asked, he was surprisingly a lot more level headed now that Jaidyn was out of the room. 

“What would really help us if you can convince Felix to report Zeus’s behaviour to the local authorities, they’d have to chase it up and at least while they’re investigating her claims he’ll be grounded.” Admiral Simpson knew this conversation was going around in circles. That pre-emotive Advil had not been nearly enough. 

“She’s terrified of the guy sir, there’s no way she’d do that.” Bob sighed, he’s taken Roosters empty seat after he’d left not a few minutes ago. “I’ve never seen her look so distressed before, she nearly didn’t ask for help, she was so scared.” 

“She told you he wasn’t abusing her because he’s holding something over her, Beau—“ Jake felt like he needed to reach his Admiral on a personal level. “She’s my best friend, I’ve known her all my life and I’ve failed to help her get out of this mess before and I refuse to fail her again.” 

“I need substantial evidence to open up an internal investigation, Jacob, my hands are tied.” Beau hated the position he found himself in, he knew that there was clearly some wrongdoing going on but to what extent he didn’t know. “Get me evidence, as immutable as gravity, and I’ll see to it he’s dismissed.” In the seconds of silence that followed, Jake felt his heart break, how the fuck was he meant to provide any more evidence. 

“He’s threatening Dot.” Bradley burst through the door like he didn’t care if he broke it off its hinges. “He’s threatening her daughter, Admiral—that’s why she’s willing to do anything he wants her to because she knows he’s manic and psychotic enough to follow through with any threat he’s made.” 

“What happened?” Bob asked as he stood, he could see the heartbreak smeared across Roosters face. “Bradley—?” 

“She just broke it off.” He mumbled, shaking off that detail because to home he didn’t care if you were his or if you weren’t, all that he cared about was if you were safe and right now you were in the most danger you’d ever been. “But that’s not the point, the point is he’s threatening her daughter and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep her face.”

You and Bradley had done everything right. You’d notified your place of employment of a romantic relationship ensuing between the pair of you. You’d both signed the paperwork, informed your officials, and tried your best to keep your personal lives and your private lives separated. But there was no black and white definition anymore. It was all grey. 

“You have to do something sir, it’s your job! You have a duty of care!” Jake stood at the realisation that his niece had been threatened. “She’s a two year old girl, for crying out loud!” Jake finally left the dam breaking as tears welled in his eyes, patting Bradley on the shoulder because he knew you loved his best friend so fiercely and so deeply that the only way you’d walk away was to protect him. “She’s still your girl Bradshaw.” 

“What if it was your daughter? Sir.” Bob hit Admiral Simpson where it hurt and he knew it. He knew it was a low blow but he felt like he had to do more to convince him to take action. “You’d want someone to look out for her, we’re begging here.” 

Beau Simpson sat stunned into silence as three of his Naval Aviators stood around his desk. All brooding, all with arms crossed and hips squared. All waiting for an answer that they weren’t leaving without. He was cornered, he felt the pressure weighing down on his shoulders and he knew at that moment that this wasn’t some goose chase, this was real—very real, and it was happening right under his nose. 

“I’ll open an international investigation, but I still need immutable evidence.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“You know I’ll give you credit where credit is due darlin, you know how to do as you're told when you’re scared out of your mind.” Jaidyn snickered as he walked beside you down the hall, passing people left and right, all of which minded their own business. 

“You’ll have to walk over my dead body before you get anywhere near my little girl.” You hissed back through gritted teeth, knowing that to some extent in a public forum you were safe. Noticing the way Jaidyn’s eye twitched at your protective nature for the child he didn’t want, didn’t love, hated knowing was on this earth. “Bradley’s a big boy, he can take care of himself and you? My fucking god Jaidyn don’t stand a chance if he gets his hands on you so you better pray that he doesn’t catch you, but more importantly you better pray that I dont decide to take my chances and turn you in for the piece of crap that you truly are.” 

“You feeling brave all of a sudden Fe?” Jaidyn spoke to you out of the corner of his mouth as he smiled at passing colleagues. “Sounds like you are.” 

“I know your time messing with me is running out, like sand falling through an hourglass.” Chuckling to yourself as you walked beside your ex, you were physically and emotionally exhausted. Drained. “I know how this ends.” 

You weren’t going to tell Jaidyn that you knew that it ended with you six feet under because that would give him too much power. But you’d accept your fate, come to terms with the fact that Jaidyn Dolan would be the cause of your untimely demise. But he didn’t have to know that’s what you meant. He didn’t have to know you were giving up, that you were ready to shut the lights off. 

“I know exactly where you end up in all of this and let me tell you something—“ You paused in your stride, chuckling to yourself as Jaidyn followed in your footsteps, stopping in his tracks to face you. “I hope you like confined spaces, because prison cells aren’t that spacious.” 

“You wanna talk about confined spaces?” Jaidyn snapped, looking around the corridor that had basically become barron, waiting until any sign of human life was gone before he was ripping open the janitorial closet you’d stopped in front of. “I’ll fucking show you confined spaces sweetheart.” 

“Jaidyn—!” You gasped as you felt yourself being shoved forward. “No!” Stumping into the closet as Jaidyn followed you in. Slamming the door behind him before locking it from the inside. “No, don't!” 

“This confined enough for you?” Jaidyn taunted as he swung an awfully powerful right hook against your jaw. Sending you spinning around and down into the shelves of the janitor’s closet. 

“I—I’m—“ You were trying to find the words to apologise, but instead of words? All you could taste was iron. 

“You think you can just humiliate me like you did?” Jaidyn asked as he pulled you up by your hair before throwing you back into the shelves. Enjoying the way you whimpered and groaned in pain. “I brought my friends back that night, promised them a good time—and you weren’t fucking there!” 

There’s a red blinking dot in the corner of the closet. It gives you the smallest amount of hope. You smile and laugh through blood stained teeth at the thought of Jaidyn coming undone at the seams by a flaw in his planning. He didn't check. He’d slipped up. 

“You think that’s funny do you?” 

“It’s fucking hilarious—“ That earnt you a knee to the stomach as you doubled over. You could take it, because with every second that red blinding light blinked back at you there was more hope to hold onto. “Stop—please.” 

“This is what’s gonna happen alright.” You swore Jaidyn broke your jaw when he hit you again. Sending you into the shelves on last time as your eyes swelled and your nose bled. Pressing you up against the shelving unit as he reached for the rope that sat neatly wrapped in a circle. “I’m gonna call the daycare, and you’re gonna tell them that Dot’s father is coming to get her.” 

“Over—“ It hurt to speak. “Over my dead body.”

“Trust me! I can arrange that.” Jaidyn took it upon himself to kiss your neck from behind. “And I can make sure your little girl meets you there, but right now honey all I wanna do is see that pip squeak.”

“Fuck. Off—“ Was all you managed to spit out as Jaidyn aggressively worked to tie your hands behind your back. Binding your wrist. 

“So help me god Y/n if you don’t do as your fucking told I will see to it that everyone you love is taken away from you and I will make sure you are left all alone in this world exactly like you were always meant to be.” Reaching into your pocket, Jaidyn pulled out your phone, he held it up to your broken face by pulling your hair back. It seemed as though he hadn’t done enough damage because your phone still recognized your face. 

“I’m not doing it—“ Your sobs were painful, but your defiance earnt you yet another crack to the face and another blow to your ribs. Sending you tumbling down to the ground in a heap. “Please!! S—stop!”

“Tell them I’m picking up my daughter!!” Jaidyn held the phone to your ear as he crouched behind you, he’d had a semi from beating you senseless but the sight of you completely shaking and crying and beaten had him nearly busting in his boxer briefs. “Tell them that her daddy is coming for her.” 

“Hello Sunny Side daycare, this is Melissa speaking.” You didn’t respond straight away as you looked Jaidyn in the eyes to see he’d gone completely mad. “Hello?” 

“Hi Mel—“ You choked out. Blood coating every word you stammered out. “It’s Y/n, I need to make an amendment to my daughter’s registered list of persons for pick up please?” You waited a few moments as the line went silent, only the sound of a computer keyboard being tapped away at filled the void of dead and utter helplessness. 

“Who would you like to nominate?” Mel asked as Jaidyn smirked down at you, his free hand working to palm himself off through his flight suit as he watched you shiver in pain beneath him. His knee crushing your sternum. 

“Uh, his name is Jaidyn, Jaidyn Dolan.”

****~***~****~***~***~***

Bradley had been searching high and low for you for the better half of an hour after he’d come out of Admirals Simpsons office. Jake too. They were looking to tell you how he’d agreed to open an investigation, that Jaidyn wasn’t going to get away with what he was doing. But—

They couldn’t find you. 

“What did Jaidyn mean when he said he wanted a DNA test for Dot?” Rooster asked as he walked with Jake trying to find you. 

“Can we talk about that later?” Jake didn’t wanna do this now, he just wanted to find you, make sure you were alright. 

“I think now's an appropriate time as any.” Braldey responded, cracking his neck as he did so. “If there’s something I should know Hangman—“ 

“Rooster, Odette is not my daughter! It’s just some lie Jaidyns convinced himself is fact because he’s always known Fe and I are inseparable.” Jake explained. “He tried that, it didn’t work, so now he’s on to believing we were an item, and it makes me sick to think about it so just drop the subject before I take a page out of Bob's book and smack you with a set of chocks.” 

When you weren’t in your hanger like you mentioned you were going back to, they both thought you may have gone to the cafeteria. When you weren’t there they thought you might be on the tarmac, floating around as people went through their pre-flight checks. 

The only person they could seem to find was Jaidyn, going on his Super Hornet with a fine tooth comb before his next run. Like he hadn’t just beat you half to death and felt you to rot in a janitor's closet. 

“Where's Felix, Zeus.” Jake hissed, squinting as he looked up at his former friend, the sun encapsulating him like Icarus himself. 

“Who?” Jaidyn snickered to himself, he still had your blood on his knuckles as he spoke down to Rooster and Hangman. “Sorry boys don’t know who you're talking about.” 

“Don’t—“ Rooster barked. “Where is she? What did you do?” 

“Fellas, I haven’t done anything alright, and quite frankly, I’m getting a little tired of the pitchforks you're stabbing me with.” Jaidyn sighed. “How the fuck did you get out of jail anyway? How did your pal here bail you out of indecent assault?” 

“Some girl took a video of you being the antagonist little weasel you are.” Jake replied, Jaidyn only huffed back. His first flaw, bystanders. 

“Well I’m sure whoever it is you’re looking for will turn up sooner or later, but right now I’m doing pre-flight checks, so fuck off.” 

“I don’t like this at all man—“ Bradley knew something was wrong, very wrong. “He knows where she is.” 

“She’s around here somewhere.” Jake looked around, trying to see if he could spot you. “She wouldn’t go too far without letting us know.” 

As Bradley and Jake looked around, you laid unconscious on the floor of the janitor's closet, a blinking red light monitoring you every passing second. With your arms and legs tied, even if you woke you wouldn’t be able to move. For good measure Jaidyn had stuffed your mouth with your own panties, he’d cut them off your body before duct taping your mouth shut. 

Knowing that if no one heard your screams, no one would go near that closet for hours. Not even the janitor himself who wasn’t due on base till well after dark.

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FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt #4 - Reticent

Content Warnings: None

Spoiler Warnings: DRK Level 58 quest spoilers

Summary: Amid the skies of the Churning Mists, Aelita Tirasch witnesses a flood, and finds herself reflected in its waters.

“The little one must be Rielle, which would make the big one, Sid, right?”

Aelita watched Sidurgu’s face contort in annoyance, already weary of more magical nonsense.

“...Yes. I presume that would make you one of the “tiny beings” the dragon spoke of.”

A stony silence fell over the four of them as Sid seemed to be waiting for something. Something that Rielle seemed reticent to give to him.

“Rielle, say something to the moogle.” He’d tried so hard to be gentle, but Aelita could plainly see he was fighting an uphill battle. 

“Rielle.” Still nothing. “Rielle!” He raised his voice, maybe sharper than he'd intended, if the regret that flashed across his face was any indication. 

Aelita saw something in Rielle’s expression shift, something familiar. It warned her of the impending explosion, but not with anywhere near enough time to stop it from happening.

“...I'm sick of this charade.”

With those five words, a dam had finally burst inside Rielle. The cracks were there all along, invisible to the naked eye.

The emotion just poured out of her, in a way Aelita knew only too well. In each exclamation and intonation she heard a little more of herself on that fateful night, almost fifteen summers ago. Aelita had experienced firsthand that primal fear, that yawning sadness, that gnawing frustration. All the feelings that came with the knowledge that the person who looked after you might not be able to look after themselves, and that one day would likely be their last. 

Rielle just let Sid have it, and Aelita simply let the flood run its course. She took no joy in it, no sense of superiority, but she knew it was necessary if those two were going to stick together.

She watched as Sid floundered in the rising tide, struggling to come up with the response he thought Rielle might want to hear. But the raging current didn't care for his excuses. 

“And you!” Sid exclaimed, pointing at Aelita, “Say something, damn you!” He was desperate, thrashing about in search of a lifeline.

And yet, just as quickly as they'd come, the waters of Rielle’s rage subsided, leaving her once again reluctant to speak. The moogle that had stood out of the way of Rielle's wrath took it upon himself to occupy the silence, charging both Sid and Aelita with some thinly veiled excuse to do chores.

Aelita knew the errands could wait, though, and there was someone who couldn't. She let Sid start off on his search for the herb that Moggie had sent them after, and then when he was far enough out of sight, she gingerly approached Rielle.

“Rielle, I…” She knelt down to Rielle's level, not wanting to lord her years of experience over the girl. “I can't say I know exactly what you're feelin’, but I've got a pretty good idea. I've watched my parents sail off into the sunset when I was still a kid, wondering if they'd ever make it back… I have to imagine that seeing that happen over and over every day doesn’t make it any easier.” The beginnings of tears had started to appear on both of their faces, and Aelita reached out for Rielle's hands. “And I can't speak for Sid, Navigator knows he's got his issues to sort out, but… I think he does care.” Aelita gave a goofy smile. “Even if he's too much a scaredy-cat to say it.” That got a laugh from Rielle. “If he ever gives you any more grief, run right on over to Ser Aymeric’s office in the Congregation, and he'll give me a call. I'll scoop you right up and you can stay with me and my friends, okay?”

Rielle nodded and wiped her eyes with a sleeve. “I will.” 

Aelita tousled Rielle's hair a little, and then stood to go get started on the impromptu Moogle chores.

“Aelita?”

“Yeah, Rielle?”

“... Look after him, will you?”

Aelita gave a thumbs-up and a grin, and went off to find some pomwort, whatever that was.

[asherloki]

supp :) im the person that requested the 12 & 35 prompts a bit ago

ofc u can do fluff and/or dom sherlock omg!

dom!reader is just my pref and idk the prompts were low-key giving beginning of smut to me, but i fr dont mind, u have full creative freedom and u obviously kno more than me bc of ur previous (amazing) writing :)

tysm for considering my request and have a great day/night! <3

My saviour

Bbc Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 3k

Warning:- light smut, but mostly fluff.

Prompt list here !

A/n:- ah finally I'm back! And I hope you like it!

" I'll take it" I said entering detective inspector lestrade's office. He and his whole team was clueless when it came to the mysterious disappearance of Mr Hazelwood. Even though I wasn't the first choice for the case, one can never be, when the greatest detective of the world is inspector's closest acquaintance. Well, acquaintance is past, now he's closest friend. Can you even imagine, the brilliant genius being his friend meant, almost no case for me to solve. I don't even have an assistant, there's definitely less opportunity for me to show I'm capable of solving mysteries too. Maybe not as brilliant as him, the one who stood infront of the inspector as I walked in, he turned to me and I must say, being a detective myself, it always made me like the wise people, and that meant... I fancied the detective, yes the one who's my professional rival.

"you don't understand," lestrade said looking at me, "I want Sherlock to solve it". This stupid comment made my blood boil, again, another oppertunity lost, ofcourse he can't let this interesting case go.

"no, I'm not taking it" I was stunned as Sherlock Holmes stated this, 'why not' I wondered but lestrade said it out loud,

"and why not?"

Sherlock sighed in response and rubbed his forehead with his fingers as if he was disturbed with lestrade constantly urging him to solve a case he doesn't want to, "it's too boring, rather easy for me Gavin".

'Same old genius' I thought as he mis pronounced lestrade's name again, I must say lestrade's frustration made me kinda giggle but I controlled it.

"If it's that easy then solve it" he still requested, almost begged him.

"you must use some of your brain too inspector" replied Sherlock and I agreed, "or" he said turning to me and my heart started to beat faster I could hear it in my ear, "this young lady is willing to take it, give her a chance".

What did I just heard, Sherlock siding me?

"ugh fine" saying so lestrade turned to me, "I assigne you, for the case now I want it to be solved in two weeks".

"TWO WEEKS?" I asked loudly enough for my voice to echo through the office, "isn't it too.. less inspector?" I asked as calmly as I could, you have to when you're still struggling to get known.

"yes, it's easy as Sherlock said, solve it, and if you need help I bet he can, he's already solved it in his fucking mind palace". I see where the anger was coming from, it was inspector being frustrated by the rejection of Mr brilliant.

"here you go" said Sherlock as he was about to pass by me, I wanted to thank him, or say something sweet infact nice but me being me, I regretted what I said, "scared?"

He raised his brows at my comment, I deserved it, then shaking his head he said, "we'll see how you solve it in two weeks without my help young lady".

I squinted my eyes at his challenge. But he went out of the office. I took the challenge in my mind, however I was unsure, I knew it's gonna be difficult, but I can't lose. It's my only chance.

_________________________________________

As I checked my progress after one week, I knew I'm gonna lose this challenge terribly. First, I had this rush which messed up my method and second, this Mr brilliant challenging me, that I can't do it on my own. Which was slowly turning out to be true. I got up from my sofa where I was lying and thinking, and grabbed my coat, my intention was to go to spot from where Mr Hazelwood was missing and inspect it thoroughly. So I took the bus, I know, poor little detective and went to the spot. While inspecting I felt someone watching over me. You know the feeling you get when you're being watched. I turned around and there were no one looking at me, yet again there was this feeling,

"told you, you need my help". I was startled as the heavy (sexy) voice said it, from behind. And no wonder I found Mr brilliant standing.

"what are you doing here, it's my case to solve" I knew I should've been a bit nice but it just came out to be very..

"rude" he replied, "very rude, I'm trying to help you".

"and why the fu..."

"gosh, kids these days" he said shaking his head.

"did you just called me a kid?"

"have you seen your height?"

"I'm sorry I'm not as tall as you and that doesn't mean.."

"as me? you're not even tall..AT ALL" his face remained expression less.

"who's being rude now, and how come you found me?"

"tracked your phone."

He said what? "you're spying on me?"

"a little girl, solving mystery on her own and at night, I must take care.."

"why do you care?" I might've said that but in my head I asked, 'you care? about me? why? who am I to you, genius?'.

"nothing," he got frustrated with me I knew, "if you change your mind, then... Baker Street" he pointed to the way he headed off to, leaving me on the street, alone, rather I pushed him away. I didn't want to, but it's me, why do you think I don't have an assistant? I work alone, so I don't look weak. Yet my phone's calendar told me it's one week to go, and if I can't solve.... No no I can and I have to... alone.

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And then there left three days, till now I've matched some dots and it confirmed, he wasn't kidnapped, no one conspired against him, so whatever happened to him he was involved. Now this second part of the mystery held lots of troubles, and to solve them in three days was near impossible. My mind kept telling me to reach to him, you know, Mr brilliant. But it was embarrassing, however I had no other way,

"okay, time to throw my self respect" I said to myself gesturing with my hand as if throwing trash bag, "here I come, Sherlock Holmes".

All my way I just wished, "please stay at the flat, please stay at home, please detective" and there I was at his door.

I inhaled a deep breath and tapped my knuckles on his door.

"it's unlocked" replied a different voice, from inside.

'Oh no, John watson is there, I'm fucked' now I had to be embarrassed to both of these men, anyway I have threw my self respect away.

I opened the door and entered, the scene was... well... interesting I believe, John Watson was on his laptop and detective was sitting on his sofa, eyes closed, hands clasped.

"may I?" I asked Dr watson, because he looked a little sane.

"yes" he replied me and turned to Sherlock, "she came".

"who?" he enquired, his deep voice even deeper, eyes still closed and hands still clasped together, touching his chin.

"young lady". Replied John watson and Sherlock's eyes were flung open.

"is that what you call me?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"any problem?" he asked.

"I'm not here to argue with you, I want.." shit! now the embarrassing part, "I need, your help".

"oh I see, Mr Hazelwood?" I nodded, "still on it? wasn't it easy?"

"if it were then why would I ask your help?" he was getting on my nerves I tell you.

"fine sit" he said and I checked around me.

"where?" there wasn't any place near him but a sofa far in the other end of the living room.

"oh there?" I said pointing to it.

"no here" he brought out a rusty chair for me to sit.

"but it's for the clients" objected Dr watson, he's really sane.

"you know what? I'm fine just help me out". I need help from him and nothing else. Well sometimes I think if I could have something else but hey, professionalism.

"yes now let me explain, before that tell me how far you've got". I explained him everything and out of my utter surprise he got up from his sofa to his work board and offered me to sit there. Why's he being so... kind?

"now let me tell you what exactly happened" and he explained it was all Mr Hazelwood's plan, he intentionally disappeared, he's not dead but roaming around disguised.

"woah!" I couldn't help but praise him, it's not like I don't admire him. I do more than that, I respect him and perhaps... I like him a little too, "so how do we catch him?".

"it's not your duty to do so, you give all the evidence and theories to Scotland yard and order them to find him" he suggested.

"order them? me?" I am not very... influencial am I?

"yes, look they insulted you by not respecting your potential, now it's your time".

His motivational speech filled me with self respect again, the one I threw for him.

"yes" I said with such confidence and then I lost it again, "would you come with me... please?" now still cringe at the thought of me actually giving him puppy eyes and pleading but he agreed.

We entered lestrade's office, one day left till the deadline for me and I explained everything to him.

"seems like Sherlock helped you" said sally, stupid bi... no control yourself.

"I didn't, we met at the gate, I came here for the case I'm taking care of" lied the detective, I must admit, his lying skill was pretty good.

"anyway " said lestrade, "if you really did it on your own then.."

It felt so bad, to be taking credit of Sherlock's work, I didn't solve it all, I don't lie, so I,

"Sally is right" I admitted.

"no she isn't " Sherlock warned me.

"she is, she is lestrade. I solved half of it, it was solved by Sherlock Holmes himself. Yes he helped me, but I could've done it on my own, if I had some more time."

They were all silent for some time, I feared looking at Sherlock, he'd be fuming at me by now.

"I guess we were putting unnecessary pressure on you" said the inspector softly, "fine, you'll solve another one for us".

This second chance made my lips curve into a smile and Sherlock approved with a nod.

We both went out of there, and we laughed and talked all our way to his house, why was I going there? I don't know, I kept on walking with him and he never pushed me away. In between he'd often brush hair off my forehead or take my hand while crossing the road. I wonder why, not that I mind though.

We even went straight to his living room and it was awfully quiet.

"where is Dr watson?" I enquired.

"he's out, he messaged me, he's picking Rosie from school". Then he told me everything about john and his daughter, even his deceased wife Mary.

"Mary sounds like a wonderful, brave, strong woman" I replied.

"she was, she was strongest and absolute boss of us" he spoke in way that showed how much he admired her and how much John Watson and Rosie means to him.

"if only I were capable of doing things on my own" I didn't want to say so but it just came out, it sounded sad.

"why not? if you were weak you would've been living with your parents, you have family, house, friends in here yet you chose be on your own, you don't have any assistant, you solve cases by yourself too, how much more strong do you wanna be?" his words felt good didn't they?

"you helped me" I reminded him.

"only this time" accompanied by his beautiful smile.

"if I need help again in solving mystery? will you help me?" I was starting to let my guards down, I may have started to trust him.

"if you want me to, ofcourse" His smile never left his lips but my phone rang and it indicated it was time to leave his flat, for now.

"I have to go" I kind of asked his permission before going.

"if you have to then... be careful okay?" ain't he little too careful for me? I liked it, I like being taken care of, perhaps he's not wrong I really am a kid.

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Days turned to months and one case turned to three. I took his help for three cases, call me dumb but I enjoy his company, for some reason I've noticed he does too.

After solving the third one I first went to his flat with him, both of us giggling at the fact that sally was so disappointed that I actually got recognised for my consecutive three wins, ofcourse with Mr brilliant by my side.

"it's late Sherlock, I have to go home" I said checking my watch.

"John's gonna be out tonight he has some patients to take care of, Rosie is with molly, so you can stay here tonight."

He might've said casually but it's HIM saying to ME. I already liked him, after these eight months of solving cases together I think I can say I... I'm in love with him. He's so caring for me, or maybe for all but I liked it.

"will you?" he asked again, popping my thought bubble.

"oh no nothing I was just ... fine I'll stay" I agreed, with my heart in my hand, he might spare his room for me but I wanted something else, a little kiss maybe... I think I fell in love, with the great detective.

"good" and with this he went inside, and came with his dressing gown draped over him, if I were a cat I would've drooled visibly, but I drooled, just no one could see it. He looked incredibly... domestic and it was hot. I just wanted to cuddle him, play with his hair, kiss him... oh! that was hot.

"Sherlock?" I asked.

"yes?" he answered, offering me something. It was a chocolate, I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a kid" I complaint "I'm a grown up adult in my early twenties."

"I know, but I thought you may like it." well I do like chocolates, so unwrapping it I took a bite. And it was a bad idea told by Mr brilliant's laughter, the chocolate melted and it covered my mouth.

"funny?" I teased.

"very" he said between laughters.

"don't laugh, I bite people" I joked, yet I do have this tendency to bite my close ones,

"oh do you? that's... unique". he replied.

"I'm gonna wash my lips wait" as I got up, I felt his arm catching me by wrist. My heart gave me a signal, it's your chance.

"what?" turning to him I said, I little seductively.

He said nothing but took some of the chocolate from my lips with his finger and put it in his mouth, licking his finger clean.

My senses went wild. I stood frozen.

"you know what?" he asked me, and my mind told me, 'say something, don't look dumb'.

"wh-what?" I said.

"I've always wanted you this close. Never knew if I'd ever have you. I'm.." he trailed off " you're young and beautiful, I'm just an old detective"

'youre anything but old, actually even if you are older than me, I like it, I love it, you're older and sexier, caring as well" I thought.

"I just wanted to make sure you're taken care of. and I..." he trailed off.

"say it" I wanted to hear the words he couldn't let himself speak.

"I love you, with all my heart, have always loved you, and will always do, I sometimes went to Scotland yard casually for maybe to get a glimpse of you, coming to the office, smiling, all jolly, like a ray of sunshine " his lips curved into a smile reminiscing it perhaps, "since the day your eyes fell on me I have loved you, for who you are, you never had to be anything you're not, I love for all the things you are and all the things you're not, I'd see you noticing me too and you're disgust was clear".

"Sherlock" I started, "it wasn't disgust, a pretence, so you don't find out I like you too, infact now I can say I love you and not for your intelligence I admire that but I love you for being a good human to me, I can see, you love me, you care, you protect and you even adore me."

"you know?" he was surprised, "well then, I'm glad, may I kiss you?"

I nodded, and he crashed his lips on mine, letting the kiss go hungrier until he pulled away and asked,

"should we? you want to? with me?"

I understood what he meant,

"yes, I do"

"I'm not that experienced" he replied.

"neither am I"

we giggled at our lesser experience, we both are so engulfed into mystery solving that sex or love barely crossed our mind. I know not how he pulled me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, but we did and we went to his room kissing still.

One can say I was nervous and I knew so was he but he didn't seem so. The way he marked my neck and the way his fingers worked the buttons of my shirt. I was all red being naked infront of him but it melted as he put off his shirt too, I couldn't help but run my hand all over his chest, bringing him closer to me.

"bite me" he ordered.

"I thought you'd never ask" with a smirk I pecked his bottom lip, his moan said he liked it. That hour of him being inside of me was wonderful. He was sweet, gentle, he knew I was absolutely inexperienced. And my first time turned out to be the beautiful one. "I can stay like this forever" I said in between whimpers.

"I wouldn't mind" he replied, fastening his pace and us reaching our climax together. As we layed down on his bed I kept on thinking about how he said he loved me, and he always will.

"what's the matter?" he asked seeing me lost in my thoughts. I knew he cannot actually let himself love someone, maybe it was a moment of weakness for him, but if only he knew it was more than that for me. It was not just sex for me, I made love with him.

“You’re all talk. Why don’t you show me what you really mean?”

I said getting up a little aggressively. He looked confused at my behaviour.

"But It was the truth, why do you think I'd help you, care for you, love you?"

I think he does have a point.

"and sex never amazed me, I don't bother about it, and my past experience was no strings attached kind of sex but now..." he trailed off, "now after you came, I resisted as long as I could the urge to kiss your pretty face, because I know what people could think, that the great detective found a young girl to sleep with, the young lady detective slept with Sherlock Holmes to get recognised, that's why I never opened up about it". His eyes were teary and so were mine, he cared about me as much as he cared about himself.

"if I say" I spoke, "I don't care, and that I love you, I want to be with you Sherlock, then?"

Sherlock came a little closer to me, trying hard not to cry, "then you're gonna get me as your assistant all my life."

Saying this he hugged me and we both cried, tears of joy I'd like to think. But since then I moved in with him, and john and Rosie, I love this family and our parents may have thought this marriage is a little... never mind, they accepted, the age gap wasn't a barrier at all. And we lived happily ever after.

[bogkeep]

for Months i have been stressing over stupid Bureaucracy Regret -

when i started school in sweden i figured i need to notify the system that i'm living there, so i did, and i acquired a swedish ID and all that jazz.

for two years this has seemed mostly superfluous - i think maybe it's been useful to get a proof of student ID because they don't give you those at school and you need to download an app that fills your inbox with advertisements and i hate it so bad - but this year i ran into trouble when i found out that Living Outside Of Norway is a bit problematic for Ongoing Medical Assessment In Norway (that i started over a year before moving to sweden). like it's fine as long as i DON'T get a job in sweden and DO get my student loans from norway, but they can't cover my travel cost to the hospital and getting my T gel prescription was a pain (and i can only get it in norwegian pharmacies unless i get a swedish doctor to sign off on a prescription in sweden), and i can't access most of the services in the healthcare portal or contact my GP without calling her clinic. so all of this is confusing and frustrating, right, and nobody at the gender clinic had any clue about any of this (despite telling me they have had patient studying abroad before) so they were gonna have a social worker who's supposed to have a clue call me to figure out a solution. turns out they had only a little more clue but not as many answers as i'd hoped, and together we came to the conclusion that i'll just change my legal address back to norway and things will be smooth sailing again. apparently most students going temporarily abroad just change their c/o address and not their legal permanent address and i did not know this! none of my fellow norwegian students seem to have done the same process as i so i'm just ignorant i guess!!!

AS IT TURNS OUT you can't just "move back to norway" that easily, WHICH MAKES SENSE I GUESS, so i decide to call the folk register directly to find out how and why and when, and even if i do have a home in norway i can't actually "move back" until i can prove i have reason to stay there for the next six months, which i'm not, because i'm studying in sweden. the service worker on the phone was very apologetic and told me i should've called before i registered moving so that i could've Known the Consequences, but i couldn't have known i needed to do that, AND it's a pain to call them through limited phone times and long queues. so basically i've been going through the five stages of grief and decided i'll just have to eat the travel costs (which has an extra element of frustration because i could've made it all just a little bit cheaper for myself if i had waited a couple more days at the time and coordinated better but DONE IS DONE, I'm already lucky somw acquaintances let me crash at their place and i didn't have to book a hotel) and deal with the frustrations as best i can before i move back to norway next year anyway. like it sucks but i will deal and i can't change the past and i did my best ET CETERA.

and then last week the office lady at school sent us an email that the powers that be now require all students to have a swedish id so if we don't have that already we need to get on that. so uh

after all that frustration and regret. i was gonna have to do all that anyway. now i'm watching my fellow norwegian students struggling with the paperwork runs while i don't have to do a single thing

nice ok

[nordschleifes]

extra — que me paso?

➝ fernando is heartbroken. but the show must go on.

➝ word count: 3,7k

➝ warnings: alcohol consumption, angst, puppets

➝ author's note: for all intents and purposes, all dialogues between fernando, alberto and the el hormiguero team are in spanish, however, translated for easier reading. i'm sorry for breaking your heart again, marco. tagging @christianpulisic10, @alonsogirlie and @enaticosencantados as requested.

Staring into space, the words repeated inside Fernando's head.

— We've gone too far — Charlie said, her eyes full of tears, her wet hair falling over her green uniform. 

“But does that mean, too far?”, he asked himself, as his mind replayed the moment when he watched, paralyzed, the woman he loved slipping through his fingers and disappearing from the suite.

He couldn't remember feeling such pain before in his life. Not even with all of the heartbreaks and injuries he’d suffered in the course of his life, this one felt different. Fernando didn't understand how or why, but what had happened in Japan had cut him more deeply than any wound he’d ever suffered.

Maybe it was the fact that he said those three words with complete conviction that he would be reciprocated. Maybe it was the fact that he saw love in those beautiful blue eyes. Perhaps it was the fact that they had walked such a long path, filled with so much strife and pain, only to find more sadness and frustration.

In his hands, the phone's screen lit up with a notification. However, the simple eye movement made Fernando's heart ache again. It wasn't a message from the woman who was smiling, hugging her cat, in the background of the device. And if it wasn't her, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

— Fer?

He looked up to find Alberto sitting right next to him, staring at him with a worried expression.

— What? — Fernando muttered, turning off the cell phone screen.

— You're thinking about her again, aren't you? — his friend asked softly.

He snorted, feeling defeated. There was no point in denying it, Alberto knew him like no one else. There was a reason that his name wasn’t listed in Fernando’s contacts as Alberto or his nickname, Galle, but hermano. He was the brother life had given him.

— I am.

The friend pursed his lips.

— Hasn’t she answered you?

— No — Fernando muttered.

— Not even the note at the factory?

— She read it, saw me at the door of the engineering office, and threw it in the trash.

— Oh — Alberto said quietly, seeming to absorb the impact of Charlie's attitude. Something that Fernando was still trying to do, even if it filled his chest with inexplicable anguish — So, you don't think it’s time to…

— No — the driver said, not waiting for him to finish the question. He already knew what Alberto was going to ask him and Fernando was absolutely sure of the answer — I'm not going to give up on her.

— Fer, Charlie doesn’t…

— She'll talk to me, I know she will — he replied — I'll convince her to talk to me.

— And how do you intend to do that?

— I — Fernando began, before being interrupted by the door to the green room opening Sara, the show's producer, came in, her curly hair tied on top of her head and a friendly expression on her face.

— Could you come with me, Fernando?

Forcing a smile, the driver got up, brushing past Alberto in silence and following Sara out of the room. While she was talking about the segments that would be recorded that afternoon, they passed by a window, where the Madrid landscape lay gray and melancholy. 

It was exactly how Fernando felt.

Charlie was like the sun and Fernando bitterly regretted having hidden from her shine for so long. It had only been in the last few months that he started to realize how she brought color and joy to his life. Simply getting a message from her wishing him a good morning was able to make all problems disappear from Fernando's day. There were no clouds when she was around, let alone rain or cold.

Charlie was light. Charlie was warmth. Charlie was life.

— Alejandro, can you put the mic on him? — Sara said, bringing him back to the present.

— Of course — the dark brown-haired man replied, approaching him with a nervous little smile. Fernando couldn't help noticing that his hands were shaking as he clipped the microphone to the collar of the white shirt he was wearing underneath his black leather jacket.

— Are you okay? — the driver asked, which made the man look up, his eyes wide with shock, as if he couldn't believe Fernando was talking to him.

— Me? Yeah, I'm fine.

— You're shaking — he said seriously.

— It's not every day that I put a microphone on my childhood idol — the man said, before handing over the transmitter for Fernando to clip to his pants. As he looked at the young production assistant, Fernando felt strangely old, as if he had only just now realized that he was 42 years old. He didn’t often feel his age, especially when he was with Charlie. She was able to bring the fresh-faced 22 year old Formula 1 rookie out of him. She was able to bring out the boy full of dreams, desires and plans for his own future.

All of them had Charlie included.

— Pablo just finished his monologue and he's going to introduce you, okay? — Sara said, and Fernando nodded. Taking a deep breath, he tried to focus on what he needed to do. He was used to performing as an athlete, and this was no different. “Promoting the Las Vegas Grand Prix, talking about the performance this year and the search for the third championship”, Alberto repeated in his head.

— Today, who comes to have fun at El Hormiguero is the two-time Formula 1 champion and Aston Martin driver, Fernando Alonso!

The audience's applause was the cue for him to enter the studio, an artificial smile screwed on his face. After greeting Pablo warmly with a hug, he walked to the stand, waving to the audience before taking his seat. When the music ceased in the studio, Pablo turned to him and smiled.

— Welcome, Fernando, how are you?

— I'm good — he said, with a smile.

— It's been a long time since you've been here, hasn't it?

— Yes, I think I last came in person in 2019, and then only by video call.

— And a lot has changed since then, hasn't it?

— Yes, a lot — Fernando said, trying to remember where he was in his life the last time he was there. He had just competed in the Dakar and was back in Formula 1, despite all the resistance from his family and Linda, his girlfriend at the time. At that moment, she seemed like a distant memory, a flash overshadowed by…

— But they certainly changed for the better — Pablo continued — You spent two years at Alpine and then, with Vettel's retirement, you took over his seat at Aston Martin. And from there, you started stringing up spectacular results.

— Yes…

— This season, there were three wins, in addition to seven podiums, all in your first year with the team — Pablo said, eliciting applause from the audience. Fernando gave a small smile, a bittersweet feeling rising in his chest.

— Yes, it was indeed an excellent first year, better than I could have imagined. The car is very good and the team is brilliant, so it's impossible not to have a good season.

More applause, more smiles. Until that moment, a perfect interpretation of the happy and successful driver who was there to promote the Las Vegas Grand Prix on Spanish television. A performance worthy of a Goya award.

— The next race is in Las Vegas, right? — the presenter asked.

— That's right, we're heading back there.

— There were races in Las Vegas before?

— Yes, there were some in the 80s, but on a much smaller circuit. Now we're going to race on a new circuit, designed for today's cars.

— And what do you think of this new circuit?

— Well, at first I thought it would be a slower circuit, just like Baku, because it is a street layout, with many turns and a long straight but it has several straights, and it is extremely fast.

— Fast in which sense? — Pablo asked, laughing — It's because you have a different concept of fast than we do, you know?

— I think it is possible to hit 360 kilometers per hour, considering the DRS and the clean air of the other cars.

The presenter and the audience seemed impressed, some even scared, by this information. After questioning about the layout, the difficulties and the reason why they would be racing on Saturday night and not Sunday, Pablo adjusted the round-framed glasses on the top of his nose.

— And what do you expect from this race? — he asked.

— I believe we have everything to make a good fight against Mercedes and Red Bull. Both myself and the team's engineers are optimistic about the simulations and data we already have from the track and we have everything to have a very positive weekend in Vegas.

The television host smiled broadly at him. 

— Well, since you mentioned engineers, we have a few things to show you today. Laura, please.

Turning his face to the projector screen to his left, Fernando felt his chest sink as a video played on the giant screen, repeated on the smaller studio monitors across the soundstage.

— Are you ready? — he heard his own voice say through the studio's audio system. In the projected image, he was looking into the passenger seat of the DB12, at Silverstone. Charlie was seated next to him, her bangs barely visible under the edge of a black helmet with a visor strip that had the Pirelli Logo with the words “Hot Laps”.

— Of course I am! — she replied, smiling — Don’t go easy on me, either.

The video cut to the moment when he stepped on the accelerator, accelerating down the straight to the sound of the 680-horsepower V8 engine and Charlie's laughter. She squealed with joy as her hands tightened on the leather seat in a vain attempt to keep herself stable as Fernando contourned the Village.

— Come on, is that all you can do? — she asked in a loud voice, trying to overcome the roar of the engine, looking at Fernando with a mischievous gleam in her eyes — I thought you were a two-time world champion!

— If you say so — the driver muttered, hitting the Wellington straight, the numbers on the car's dashboard skyrocketing. The loud rumble made her put her hand on his arm, pulling away as he slowed briefly to round Luffield and head toward Copse.

Hearing her laughter, Fernando watched as the two rocked side to side as they passed Maggots and Becketts. Charlie looked completely fulfilled there, urging him to go faster even in corners where he was being more conservative. She was intense, direct, deep and passionate about what she did.

No wonder he couldn’t help but fall in love with her. It was as easy as breathing.

The applause from the audience brought Fernando back to reality, meeting the curious look of Pablo, who had a slight smile.

— Well, we've seen this lady several times with you during the season, accompanying you during the weekends, talking to you before the races and even on your social media, like on your birthday...

— Yes, that’s Charlie. Well, her name is Charlotte, but her nickname is Charlie — the driver replied, giving a small smile when he saw the photo he had posted to his Instagram. She was posing with the cake she had requested to come to their table on the night of his birthday, in Belgium, the words “happy birthday, asshole” written in chocolate syrup.

— She's your engineer, right?

— Yes, my race engineer.

— And what does she do, exactly?

— Well, all drivers have race engineers, who are the people who inform us about what is happening on the track, the condition of the car, whether it will rain or not, a bridge between the driver and the outside world.

— So she's the one who tells you everything, basically the voice in your head when you're driving?

— Something like that — Fernando replied, chuckling.

— But this isn't the first time you've worked together, is it? You two worked together at McLaren before your sabbatical, didn't you?

— That's right — he said, looking at the photo they'd retrieved of the two of them talking, both dressed in black and white and with less than happy expressions in their faces. Her hair was blonde then, and she had a different haircut, without the fringe bangs she had now. She looked like a different person — We worked together at McLaren for four years. She was my performance engineer at the time.

— Well, that explains a lot the closeness between you that we can see on television…

— Yeah, it does — Fernando replied — The fact that we had worked together helped a lot in my arrival at Aston Martin, since I came from a team with a different project, a different vision, different equipment, while she had been there for a longer time.

— And is it always this quick for an engineer and a driver to get into this sort of marriage, so to speak? Or is it something particular to you, because you already know each other?

The word marriage made his stomach churn.

— Well, the truth is that there is no formula to make a partnership like this work. Other drivers use different ways to maintain this relationship. Lance, my teammate, for example, likes to go cycling with his engineer, Ben. I know that Hamilton likes to run with his and Ocon likes to travel to the circuits with his.

— And what do you do with Charlie?

“We fuck”, he thought, smiling to mask his discomfort.

— A little bit of everything — Fernando finally answered — We eat together, travel together and we are always in touch, even when there's no race.

— Did you ever fight?

— Sometimes.

— So it's like a real marriage — Pablo said, making the audience laugh and Fernando give a weak smile — And, between us, being married to a beautiful woman like her shouldn't be difficult at all, right?

The driver laughed, nodding.

— She would hate you saying that, Pablo.

— Uh, why?

— Nothing annoys Charlie more than that.

— Being called pretty?

— Being summarized as just a pretty woman, because she is so much more than that.

Pablo’s expression lit up with curiosity.

— Oh, tell us more.

— Charlie is extremely intelligent, intuitive and observant. She is not satisfied with points or podiums, she wants victories, championships, trophies. She is ambitious and has the same hunger to win that I have and that, in a way, brought us together. And that makes her one of the best race engineers in Formula 1, if not the best.

— A strong statement, Fernando…

— Not to mention what she’s like as a person, outside of work. She's funny, loving, and caring, plus she has amazing taste in music. Anyway, she is much more than a pretty face and I admire that about her. I admire her and am proud to have her by my side — he finished, the last sentence making something ache in his chest. Charlie wasn't there for him anymore, she never would be, as much as he wanted her to.

— Putting it that way, I think we're going to have to have her here sometime, aren't we? — Pablo said, turning to the audience. Fernando forced another smile, trying to hide his own pain.

The rest of the recording was a blur, the questions and jokes mixing with the memories of Charlie inside his mind. Everything reminded him of her, from the comments about cats to the moment when Trancas, one of the puppets, asked if he had ever forgotten an important date, like a girlfriend's birthday. The bouquet of English roses he had sent to Charlie's suite on the morning of October 23rd was proof that he would never be able to do this.

At the end of his guest appearance, Fernando said goodbye to the show’s production team and got into the car with Alberto, who suggested that the two of them go somewhere to eat, which he accepted, without paying much attention, his eyes lost in the streets of Madrid. Stopping the car in front of a bar that he didn't bother to see what it was, the two sat down at an empty table, being promptly served. After Alberto asked for sparkling water and a board of jamón and cheese, the waiter turned to Fernando.

— And you, sir, what do you want?

Usually he asked for water or juice, even a soda when he wanted something different, but always without alcohol. However, he needed something stronger than Coke that night.

— I'll have a beer — he said flatly.

Fernando didn't tell how many glasses of beer he had drunk until the end of the night, much less how he got back to the hotel they were staying in downtown. Still in the clothes he'd worn on the recording of the show, he was sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling. In his head, Charlie's laugh echoed like a distant memory, her smile wide as she held the team trophy at Suzuka.

He needed to hear her voice again. He needed her.

Picking up the phone, Fernando tapped the screen a few times until he found Charlie's number in the contact list. Pressing the green button next to her nickname, the long beeps made his heart sink. She hadn't answered any of his calls so far, why she would…

— Hello? Fernando? — he heard Charlie say on the other end of the line. His heart leapt in his chest, his mind slow to process an answer. After so much time trying to talk to her, the driver had no idea what to say — Are you there?

— Charlie — he drawled in a slurred voice — You answered me…

— You called me at two in the morning, I thought it might be an emergency.

— It's an emergency — Fernando said, the words slowly coming out of his mouth.

A few seconds of silence passed.

— Fernando, are you drunk?

— Yes…

— You never drink — Charlie stated.

— I wanted to drink today.

— Why?

— I was missing you — Fernando murmured.

She sighed on the other end of the line.

— You know you can't drink. It's not good for you.

The driver was silent, processing Charlie's words. There seemed to be concern in her tone. But why was she worried?

— It's not like you care...

— Of course I do, Fernando — she replied on the other end of the line, seeming outraged by that idea — I care so much that I'm going to send a message to Alberto now...

— He was with me — Fernando replied.

— And he allowed you to drink that much?

— He's not my mother.

Charlie was silent for long seconds, looking like she didn't have any arguments to rebut him.

— And why did you call me? — she finally asked, making him sit on the bed.

— Because we need to talk.

— Fernando…

— It's no use saying we don't need it, Charlie, we need to talk and sort it out.

— But we can't do that over the phone...

— Why not? — Fernando said, in a harsh tone that, in a way, reflected the pain he felt — You refuse to look me in the face since that night in Suzuka. You barely talk to me during debriefs. You ignored my note at the factory and the flowers I sent you for your birthday.

— But I thanked you...

— Do you know how many flower shops I had to call to get that bouquet? More than seven! — he continued, feeling his eyes fill with tears — I don't know what to do to show you that I'm serious.

— Fernando, please — Charlie said quietly.

— Why don't we settle this now? — the driver questioned, feeling his voice crack.

— Because you're drunk, Fernando, and it’s late — Charlie exclaimed — You shouldn’t even be awake right now, never mind having a serious discussion about our relationship.

— I'm perfectly in a position to discuss our relationship.

— For God's sake, it's two in the morning!

— Fuck, Charlotte! — he yelled, tears streaming down his face — It doesn't change anything! It doesn't change the fact that I want to give you everything. I want to give you a home, a family, a future. I want to give you my days and my nights and everything in between.

— Fernando!

— I only want one thing from you, and that's your fucking heart! Why are you making things difficult? Why can't you be happy with me? I'm not enough for you, is that it?

Charlie sighed on the other end of the line, clearly annoyed.

— This is exactly why I don’t want to discuss this with you right now.

— Why?

— Because won’t listen to me!

— And did you think of listening to me in Suzuka, Charlotte?

She sighed.

— Listen, we're going to talk about this in person, calmly, like two adults, and not over the phone after you’ve been drinking. 

He stared into space in silence for long seconds.

— Are you going to run away again? — Fernando murmured.

— No, I won't. 

— When? — he asked, a spark of hope lighting up in his heart. Maybe if they talked, Charlie would finally be honest with him and herself. Maybe Fernando could convince her that he was the perfect person for her.

— In Las Vegas — she replied, making him feel dismayed.

— But that's a week from now! — he whined.

— Fernando…

— Why don't you fly to Lugano? Or, I can go to your house so we can talk? I can get a last-minute flight…

— You're not going to get a flight, Fernando. You're going to take a shower, take some paracetamol and go to sleep — she replied. Her voice reminded him of the way his mother spoke to him when he was younger, which made him briefly imagine what it would be like to see her taking care of their kids — You’ll feel much better in the morning.

— Fine — Fernando finally relented, passing a hand over his wet face.

— We'll talk, but in Vegas, in person, okay?

— Okay.

— Now, go do what I told you.

— Okay — he said, in a low voice.

— Good night, Fernando.

— Good night. I love you — the driver replied, hoping to hear the same back. However, instead of the sound of Charlie's voice, he heard the beep that indicated that the call had ended.

“Maybe she doesn't love me in the end”, Fernando thought to himself, letting himself fall onto the mattress again.

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ℒℯℯ: Yoongi

ℒℯ𝓇: Hoseok w/ Namjoon

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎:

Yoongi has had a rough week with constantly working; What better way to distract that stress with the rest of Rapline, and ARMY?

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈:

・sensitive topics |

・cussing |

・tickling |

Enjoy!

It was a peaceful Monday evening with each member doing their own thing. It was the one time that they actually had a week off from work, and they decided to take it in as long as possible. Well.. All except for Suga.

He's been working on a song for Rapline since the deadline is cutting in close. Close as in two more weeks. What can I say? Yoongi is a workaholic.

Namjoon had insisted that he should take a break to actually catch up with other things that he might be wanting to do, but Yoongi declined the suggestion. He was going to get this song done whether it made him utterly exhausted or completely brain dead.

But there was an issue. The chorus of the song is what Yoongi was currently struggling with the most. Something seemed off putting, and he couldn't tell what that could've been. He could add autotune to give it more effect to Namjoon's voice for the start of the chorus, but that would make it seem too "enchanting". He could also just ask Namjoon or Hoseok for an opinion, but he already knew that they were going to immediately scold him for working instead of taking their gifted break.

Yoongi sighed in frustration. He's been in his office for a good 5 hours now, and he still felt like he barely got any work done. He decided that he at least needed to get up to allow his body to move freely to reduce the rate of any more back pain from leaning on the office table.

He figured that stretching would do the trick, so that's what he decided to do. Moving his arms up above his head, tilting his upper body from left to right, and then swinging his arms down and trying to touch his toes the best that he could. As he stood straight up, he moved his shoulders a bit, considering the fact that his shoulders hurt more than any other part of his body. Then, he finally went out of his room to go fetch himself a drink.

Half way to the kitchen, he was greeted with a nice smile on one of his members face.

"So you finally got out of that room, huh?" Namjoon said.

"Ahem! Yeh, I guess so. I needed a drink after all." Yoongi responded while walking away from Namjoon.

"Well, I'm glad! You've been in there for more than 2 hours! How can you work that much when on break?" Namjoon followed Yoongi.

He glanced at Namjoon, then turned to face the fridge to get a bottle of water, closing the door while thinking on how to respond.

"I don't know.. It's something to do rather than to sit and do nothing important." Yoongi finally said while taking the cap off the bottle to take a drink.

"You don't have to just sit and do nothing, hyung. You could take a walk, read a book, do some exercises. Shit, even dancing for fun could be something to do rather than to work on break." Namjoon said, looking at Yoongi with earnest.

Namjoon really cares for Yoongi. I mean, who wouldn't? The poor member works his ass off just to feel relieved. The serious tone in Namjoon's voice made Yoongi reconsider his decisions for how he really wanted to spend his break.

"That's a good point.. But how can I do all of that when there's a deadline for this song? I know it's in two weeks, but I'm already fumbling on the chorus. I can't just put it off for this week all because I don't know what to do with this song. It seems lazy of me to do that." Yoongi said. He looked at Namjoon, realizing that he might've just vented without warning; not that it was a really sensitive vent, but it still made him feel regret.

"Hyung.. Please take a break on the song, at least for the rest of today? It seems like it's really getting to you."

Yoongi hesitated with what he said. He considered the possibility, but he also had thoughts of not getting the song done in time of the deadline.

"I don't know Joon.." Yoongi finally said. He looked down at his water bottle.

"I can promise you this; if you take a break just for today, then tomorrow I can help you out with the chorus first thing in the morning. Does that sound like a plan?" Namjoon asked, hoping that Yoongi would subside and give in.

"..Okay. I'll take a break just for today, but I'm not too sure on what to do for the time remaining." Yoongi responded, now fiddling with his water bottle.

"You don't have to worry about that, Hyung. Hoseok and I already planned to go on Vlive to say hi to Army. It could be all three of us showing up as Rapline! I'm sure the fans miss you the most." Namjoon reassured, pushing Yoongi lightly by the shoulder.

It was true that army hadn't seen Yoongi. To be quite honest, he was the only member out of the rest who hadn't been on Vlive because of work, and all these other schedules tide in too close together. He always missed the chance to drop in and say hi to his fans. He missed the feeling.

"Don't bluff that, they miss all of us.. But I don't mind joining you two!" Yoongi said with a half smile.

Namjoon's face lit up to Yoongi's answer.

"Great! I'll go tell Hoseok. We'll be in his work office to start the live, so come in when you can! And don't go back to the song or that promise is broken, hyung." Namjoon said that last part with a poke to Yoongi's side, earning a flinch and even a bigger smile than before.

They both parted ways, each getting ready for the Vlive. Yoongi was excited to finally say hi to Army. It was his one chance to catch up on how they were doing, and to tell Rapline's story of how they were doing as well. He was not going to blow this chance by going back to the song.

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Cut to 5 minutes later, Yoongi gave a soft knock to Hoseok's door, earning a "come in!" he opened and closed the door carefully as to not alarm the members even though they knew he was present.

"Hey, Look who just joined in! Army, we have a special guest for you all! You haven't seen him in a WHILE!" Hoseok said excitedly, rewarding Yoongi with the biggest smile. He waved at Yoongi to drop into frame for the fans to see.

"Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been on here, I've been so busy that I haven't been able to catch up with you guys. I hope all is well!" Yoongi said while getting in frame, waving at the camera with a small smile.

The chat went crazy when seeing Yoongi. All three members could tell how much they missed him.

TheOneAndOnly: "OMG Suga!! Hi! We've missed you a bunch!!"

InKpopWeBelieve: "SUGA!!! HIIII HOW ARE YOU?!"

TheRealestBean: "We all love and missed you Suga!! 💜"

Yoongi read chat to himself feeling happy inside. He forgot how relieving it was to talk to his fans. It's like light shining down on him in the most comforting way possible.

"Hi guys! I missed you all too, I'm very glad to be here and to finally talk to you guys once again!" Yoongi said.

Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other with smiles of their own. They both knew how much Yoongi needed this.

"Alright guys! Since today is going to be a chill day for us all, how about we do a Q&A so you guys can catch up on how we've been doing!" Namjoon said, joining his hands together in one clap.

"That sounds like a good idea! We can also ask you guys questions as well as to not have it one sided." Hoseok said, gesturing to the camera to emphasize what he said.

The three gave chat some time to all flood in with questions.

NarlowHawkeye: "How are you guys feeling with the tight schedules being in place?"

"That's a good question. J-Hope, do you want to start?" Namjoon asked, looking in his direction.

"Well..! It's been tough. You know; having to constantly get work done in time, but also having to get from point A to point B to work on other things, but other than that, I'm giving myself a positive mindset. It may be hard, but at least I'm getting it done." Hoseok gave two thumbs up to the camera, looking at Namjoon now.

"Yeah, I agree. With me, though I have a tight schedule, I exercise to relieve any stress from how busy our schedules can get if I have the time. And again, the positive mindset keeps me going." Namjoon said. Now both him and Hoseok turned to look at Yoongi to see what he has to say.

"I agree on both. Having a positive mindset while also having a tight schedule really helps get the job done. You don't want to overwork yourself with any negative thoughts, or else it's going to get in the way of how you do things to stay on top of the schedule." Yoongi said, giving Namjoon and Hoseok a look now.

They both gave Yoongi a thumbs up, silently praising him with his way of words, and got back with the Vlive.

DoIHaveToToday? : "Is there any new songs coming out for Rapline? You guys have such an amazing way of rapping, I really love your songs! They are what keeps me going."

Yoongi read the comment, and hesitated for a bit to answer. He was having a good time until realizing that he had forgot about his work that he promised to do tomorrow. Not that he feels like he needs to get it done today, but because he thought that now he knew how quickly he forgot about the work. It has him wondering if something like that will happen again with future songs..

Namjoon noticed the look on Yoongi's face, and gave him a reassuring squeeze to the shoulder, bringing Yoongi back from his little world, keeping his hand there for comfort as well.

"We have a song that is currently in the works; excuse my language, but Yoongi is working his ass off with this song for you guys! I know you all will love it as much as we will ourselves!" Namjoon said, looking at Yoongi with a smile.

Yoongi gave a smile back as a thank you, and then started to fiddle with the watter bottle he still had.

The comments went on and on, with the three answering each one. They also asked Army some questions too, as to not keep it one sided. They had good laughs, and even "not-so-serious" arguments with things that they agreed to disagree with. Mainly Namjoon scolding Hoseok's opinions jokingly.

There was one comment that caught Namjoon's eye however, and he decided to read it.

"Skyfall1876 said, "Sorry to be a bother with this one, but is Suga by any chance ticklish? Thought I'd put in a fun question. Love your songs!" Namjoon smirked. "That's a really good question Sky." He then looked at Yoongi, waiting for him to answer.

Yoongi's face went red as the question registered in his brain. "Is Suga ticklish?".. Yoongi wasn't sure. Though the poke that Namjoon gave earlier declared that he sort of was, but he still had no idea how sensitive he really is. But no way in hell did he want to find that out with his fans on the lookout.

"Uhmm.. Well, I'm not sure about that. Not that I wanna know, but that's a good question you had.. Alright next question, lifeislikeadesert said-" Yoongi said quickly, only to be cut off by one of his members.

"Tsk tsk, nuh-uh! The question is still left unanswered, Suga. Don't you think that ignoring the question wasn't very nice of you?" Hoseok asked, giving Yoongi a mischievous look.

"Uhuhum.. No, but I also don't want to be tickled infront of thousands of our fans.." Yoongi decided to cut to the truth, trying to leave it at that.

"But don't you wanna know how sensitive you are by our touch, Hyung?" Namjoon asked, moving his hands slightly to empathize his words.

Yoongi just about died knowing what was coming to him. He wanted to know, sure, but infront of thousands of his fans? I don't think so.

"Guhuhys, quit it. I don't know, and that's my answer."

"Aww, did you catch that, Namjoon? He's already giggling from the hesitation!" Hoseok said, filling up the room with his own laughter.

"Guys, I'm serious, there are other questions that need to be answered, we're ignoring our fans." Yoongi tried desperately to get out of this situation that Namjoon had created. He would blame it on the person who asked, but he might as well blame the one who pointed the question out in the first place.

"You're right, Hyung.. That is why we're gonna answer it for you!" Namjoon said while grabbing at his arm to pull him from behind to have him rest on his chest.

"AH- Namjoon, let go! Guys, I'm serious! Let's answer other questions." Yoongi's face turned to an even brighter red now that he is trapped against Namjoon. He's really screwed, isn't he?

"Now, to the person who asked if our most hard working Hyung is ticklish, you did him a favor!" Hoseok said, ignoring Yoongi completely and going straight to placing his hands on his sides, but not yet moving his fingers. This caused Yoongi to flinch and instinctly shut his eyes.

"W-wait! What do you mean they dihid me a favor?" Yoongi asked while openin his eyes just a pit to look at Hoseok's hand placement carefully.

"I think he means that you need this, Hyung. Not because you don't know how sensitive you are, but because you generally haven't been happy for the past few weeks." Namjoon answered genuinely, then he looked up at Hoseok to give him the "get him" look.

"Wait, guys.. At leAST tuhurn thehehe- Ahehahaha.. Hohoseok! Stahahap!" Yoongi couldn't finish his sentence with the way that Hoseok was digging into his sides. He's the master of getting people to laugh, and digging into Yoongi's sides was definitely one of those ways.

"Guhuhuys! Plehehahase, get ohoff mehehe. AH!- NOHOohoho." yoongi suddenly felt fingers being tazed into his ribs.

"That's J-Hope for your information!..Aw! You're showing your bright smile loud and proud, Suga!" Hoseok said.

"This is like the first time I'm hearing you laugh like this, hyung!" Namjoon said cooingly.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup! StahahaAHAHP! NO! OHOHO MYHY-! EHAHAHA!"

Hoseok all of a sudden went for Yoongi's underarms, assuming that he would be mostly ticklish there than anywhere else.

"Ahaha!! I knew it! You seemed like someone who would have stupidly ticklish underarms!" Hoseok laughed, digging into his hollows.

"NOHOHOT LIKE YOHOU'RE AHAHANY BETTER!!" Yoongi swung his head back, forgetting that Namjoon was behind him until his head met his shoulder.

"GEHEHET OUT OHOF THERE! AHAHA-!" Yoongi yelled.

"Okahay, okay!" Hoseok said. He moved to his neck now, seeing that he was curious if he had a ticklish neck.

This caused Yoongi to bring his head back up and scruntch his shoulders to try and block out the fingers, which believably failed. He had the most gummiest smile you could ever imagine. It was a surprise to the other two members.

"Hohow is thihihis possible?!" yoongi asked himself, but the others decided to answer for him.

"I guess you're just that sensitive, Suga!" Namjoon said. Smiling at how cute Yoongi was being before them.

Yoongi scrunched his nose at how unbearable the touch was. He thought his neck was never this sensitive. They have touched his neck before, but this time it feels different. What are the odds?

"Sohohomwhere ehehelse, plehehease! Ihihit tickles tohoho muhuhuch!" yoongi said, bringing his head down now.

"You got it, boss!" Hoseok moved from Yoongi's neck, to his ears now. This made him squeal.

"WHAHAahahat the fuhuhuck?! Ihihi dohOhohn't lihihike thahaht!!" Yoongi giggled hysterically.

"Oh my goodness, Hyung! That's so cute!!" Hoseok said.

"Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup-! AAH-!" Yoongi had thought the direct touch of the outer part of his ear was bad enough, but oh was he wrong.

"First off, watch your language, secondly; the back of your ears are even MORE ticklish??! I'm so telling the rest of the members this!" Hoseok said.

"Dohoho naha- Dohont tell them!" Yoongi retaliated. Sure, everyone in BTS knows everyone's sweet spot, but not Yoongi's. If the younger ones found out about this information, he would be toast for sure.

"Ohohokay! Yohohou proved your pohoint! Stohohop it!" Yoongi finally gave in, not wanting to make it even more embarrassing if they found a spot that would make him go ballistic.

Namjoon gave Hoseok the cue to stop, and he let go of Yoongi.

"Hey, hyung? Did we go too far?" Namjoon asked worriedly.

"No.. You're fine, ihit's just that no one has ever tickled me like that before." Yoongi said finally.

It was true. Growing up, people he knew would always give small pokes or taser his sides, but no one has gotten as far as pinning him to the ground and full on attacking him with tickles. It was a new experience for Yoongi, and if I do say, he didn't quite mind it.

What he forgot though, was that it was on live for army to see. Yoongi's face went pale when he saw how fast chat was going.

"Damn Suga! You made army freak out by how adorable your laugh was!" Hoseok said, poking Yoongi's side, which earned him a flinch and a look of annoyance.

"That's all the time I have for tonight, it was nice talking to you all, but I really gotta go." yoongi left it at that, waving army goodbye with an embarrassing smile, and got out of frame to silently scold Namjoon and Hoseok for causing that big of a scene on Vlive.

Yoongi can't deny that he had fun though. That was the first time in a long while since he had a good laugh and to generally be happy. He silently thanked to the comment who asked, and then walked out of Hoseok's office with a wave goodbye.

Yoongi got back to his dorm, realizing that the computer is still on his desk, opened. He went up to it and close it gently.

"Working on that song tomorrow for sure." Yoongi said, relieved that he doesn't have to worry about the song alone now. Though it still stressed him that it needs to be done in two weeks, he knows that Namjoon and Hoseok are there to help him in any way that they can.

It is their song after all.

[letitiaslabyrinth]

NERVOUS

warnings: drinking, kissing, riri got mommy issues word count: 1k A/N: another fic that turned out differently

Riri stared at her computer. She was supposed to be writing an essay about her feelings and her view on the world for an English Lit class but she wasn't feeling it. It had been 5 hours since she first opened her computer and she hasn't started it yet.

There's a knock at Riri's room door. Riri spins around in her office chair and goes to open it, letting her roomate, Shuri, inside. "So, what've you been doing these last five hours?" She says, sitting down on Riri's bed.

Riri lays down next to her on her bed. "Trying to finish—not even finish, start my English Lit paper."

"Since when do you have trouble writing? You're like the flash when it comes to that."

"See, that's the thing, Shuri, when I write for myself I write about fictional characters. Not real people, not real things. I don't even know how to start with this."

"Okay, then vent to me about it. I'm sure that'll help."

Riri sits up. "Well, what I haven't said is that this paper has been kicking my ass for weeks and Professor Winters said she'll have to move me to regular English if I dont turn it in by tomorrow afternoon. That's the part that keeps me from actually writing; the pressure—it's overwhelming, the amount of pressure she's putting on me. And to make matters worse, she called my mom as if that would help and it didn't. It made shit even worse because now my mom is on my ass for this shit, talking about some 'You need to get your shit together, I didn't spend all my money for you to go to MIT just for you to fucking fail and drop in your classes.'" Riri rolls her eyes as she's talking about her mother and stands up, pacing around her room, "She's always breathing down my neck for every little thing! And she acts like she's the one going through the shit of college and she's not and she never listens to me when I try to talk! It's like I never have a voice when it comes to her—she's always the one talking, the one who has to get the last word, and its so frustrating!” Riri stops pacing and takes a second to breathe. She looks at Shuri. “We should go out tonight.”

Shuri gives Riri a surprised look. “You know you’re gonna regret going the second you step foot in there, right?”

Riri shrugs. “I’ll be fine. I just need something to distract my mind right now and alcohol sounds like the best choice.”

Shuri sighs in defeat, holding her hands up. “Alright. I’ll go see who’s partying tonight and let you know.”

Riri can practically feel her anxiety through her skin. She's at a party. She doesn't like parties. Shuri was right, she does regret being here but theres no turning back now.

Riri mumbles to herself and makes her way to the drinks table. She gets a red cup and fills it with… Bumbara. Huh. She'd never heard of that before but if it was enough to get her drunk then so be it. Just as she's about to take a shot of it, she sees Shuri beside her.

"Tryna get drunk already, Ri?"

"Thats what we came here for, isn’t it?."

"You do know that shit is gonna give you a nasty ass hangover, right?"

Riri shrugs and chugs her drink. It only takes a few seconds before she starts coughing quietly. It was spicy and left her throat a little sore but she liked it. She filled her cup again while Shuri watched.

"Don't come to me tomorrow morning begging me to make you something to eat and drink, you know? I gave you your warning."

Riri rolls her eyes. "I'm a big girl, Shuri. I can handle myself when I'm hung over."

"Uh huh, sure. If you're not too intoxicated when you're done, call or text me if something happens." Shuri pats Riri on the back and lets her be.

Riri takes a few more shots, some mixed, some raw, and makes her way to the main area. There’s a circle of people playing a game. The only person she recognizes is Shuri so she sits next to her.

‘You good?” Shuri whispers to her, holding her hand.

Riri nods and rubs the back of Shuris hand with her thumb, "I'm good."

"This is a drinking game, you know. You've had a few shots, are you good to play?"

"I'm good, mama," Riri repeats, the nickname coming out on its own.

"Alright."

"Alright now y'all, this game is a kissing game. It's truth or dare but if you tell the truth or do the dare, depending on the question and dare, you've gotta kiss the person. And if you don't wanna do it then you take a shot. Pretty simple," Aaliyah, the hostess of the party, says. She places an empty bottle in the middle of the circle and spins it.

It lands on Shuri.

Aaliyah smiles a devilish smile, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Aaliyah takes a quick look at Riri, one that Riri notices, and then back at Shuri. "Would you rather kiss Leah or… Riri?"

All eyes go to Shuri and Riri. Riri  lets go of Shuri's hand and sits up straight.

"Riri," Shuri says without hesitation.

"Kiss," Aaliyah says. "Or take a shot."

Shuri looks at Riri and whispers, "Ri, can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

Riri woke up the next morning with a killer headache. She holds her head as she sits up. Luckily, there's no one on the side of her, meaning she, thankfully, didn't sleep with anyone the night before.

"You look like hell," Shuri laughs, walking in Riri's room.

Riri scoffs. "Yeah, I could go for a-"

"Cup of water and an Advil? Yeah, I got you." Shuri sat down next to Riri and handed her the water and the pill. "I told you not to overdue yourself and that's exactly what you did."

"I wanted to let loose, and I sure as hell did." Riri takes the pill quickly, shuddering when she's done. "And I wrote my novel."

"Yeah, and I had to get up at 7 in the morning to turn it in."

"Hey, I didn't force you to, you did it yourself."

"Oh really?" Shuri takes a pillow and throws it at her playfully, "Maybe next time I'll let you take that zero."

"Yeah, but you won't, cause you love me too much."

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: Mika gets stuck grocery shopping with Sam... who hasn't really spoken to her in 2 months.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Chapter Warnings: None!

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

I have a lot of regrets about that

this is me trying - Taylor Swift

Chapter 6

It took one interaction for Mika to realize that she and Sam were very different people. It took a couple more for her to realize that he makes her blood boil in ways that make her eye twitch and her fingers curl into fists. She feels like a child with how quick to anger she becomes around him.  

 It takes a month for her to conclude that there is no hope for them to create a relationship like she has with the other brothers. She doesn’t even see them ever being civil, let alone being friends. 

It takes two months for her to feel hopeless and that her and Sam are just two people living together. Nothing more and nothing less.  

Indifferent.  

It frustrates Mika that she can’t interact with Sam normally. 

 Damien and Matthew had been so easy to talk to. They were so invested in the human world and full of questions.  She didn’t struggle to keep conversations with them. It almost felt like she had brothers the way they would laugh and recall stories of her grandfather.  

Erik, she had surprisingly gotten insanely close to. He had cleaned out her grandfather's room like he said he would, and he made it feel like it was hers. He had put all her grandfather's belongings into the office and told her it was sorted and ready for when she wanted to go through it. When she saw the room for the first time it truly felt like it wasn’t a hollow reflection of her grandfather. It felt like it was hers. Erik had rearranged the furniture pieces, unpacked her belongings she brought with her, and had gone out to find some things he thought suited her tastes.  

Mika didn’t dread sleeping in there anymore.  

The first night in the newly renovated room was the best sleep she had gotten since her grandfather died. It didn’t fix her grief, but it made the ever-lonely nights easier.  

James was also a rough start, but it wasn’t so bad after he talked to her in the garden. She wouldn’t say she was close with him, but she could find common ground. Not to mention James offered to free her from the duties of the family company. They had been planning the announcement party for her to name him as CEO. He had no issues believing he could use his powers of enthrallment to persuade everyone to believe them. It was the logistics of planning everything and sending out the invitations and RSVPs.  

The date was set for early May, and they already had confirmations from news outlets wanting to cover the “Young New CEO of Anderson Toys”. They were getting that story, just not who they thought it was with. James had also suggested they turn the event into a commemoration ceremony for her grandfather and Mika couldn’t be happier. Most of her grandfather’s friends were left out of his funeral or weren’t even given a chance to know. She wanted to celebrate her grandfather with the people he actively loved and worked with. 

Her father had also already sent his confirmation that he was coming. She hated how looking at his name sent a wave of fear through her body. She wasn’t a child anymore, but he still had this effect on her. She hated how small she felt next to him.  

James reassured Mika that her father wouldn’t get near her. She appreciated the effort and the support from him. It was kinder than anything her parents had ever done for her. It was nice to have someone looking out for her.  

It was nice to have people to come home to, who greeted her warmly. She had never experienced a welcome home. Her mother was distant, and her father was cold. Mika had been told countless times how important it was that she didn’t disappoint them.  

Their perfect, porcelain doll daughter. Beautiful and ready to crack at any moment. 

Sometimes she felt like she was cracked, broken from the inside, held together only by willpower. She had spent so long walking a tightrope in her parents' house. 

In this home though, she was free. She came home to smiles and welcome backs. She came home to meals every night with the band of brothers. It was a home... a family, if she dared tried to call it that.  

...but there was Sam. Sam who had made it overly clear that he wanted nothing to do with her. He avoided her like the plague. If she didn’t find her interactions with him so frustrating, she’d be insulted. 

She thought she could deal with it, that it wouldn’t bother her. His silent attitude, his snarky remarks that made her want to argue back and forth. Mika's relationship with Sam, if she could call it that, was tumultuous at best.  

She wanted to get along with all of them, even if that seemed impossible. Sam clearly, making it harder than it needed to be. 

She only ever really talked to him if it was in group conversations at dinner and designating tasks when they did group grocery shopping trips.  

It mostly consisted of Matthew, James, Sam, and her. Erik and Damien would come if they were free but preferred not to overload the car. 

Matthew only went because James and Sam were constantly fighting over grocery items and meal preps. Even if James was the one who cooked the most. Sam was very opinionated over the quality of meat and vegetables. To the point that he’s gotten in a few arguments with the butchers. 

Mika still hasn’t been back to the good meat shop downtown since he argued over the cut of ribs they were buying that time. It truly was embarrassing.  

Today, was grocery shopping day. Today, Matthew and James were not coming. So, it was only Sam and her.  

She was dreading this trip more than normal.  

Mika’s putting on her shoes to leave and she calls out for Sam.  

“I’m ready to go Sam, unless you want me to go alone, which is fine too!” she says holding onto the door frame as she slides on her rain boots. April was always wet, more than she’d like.  On the bright side, her flower bed was looking amazing.  

“Leave you alone to pick out the produce? No way.” His voice pipes up closer than she registered. She looks up and sees him holding the door open, like she wasn’t the one waiting for him.  

How was he so fast?  

She grabs her keys and motions for him to follow. The car ride to the grocery store is bleary and silent. The low rumbling of the radio and the rain hitting the windshield is the only noise heard between them in the car.  

It makes her anxious, how heavy the silence feels.  

Once they’re inside the store, Sam grabs a basket and goes off to the produce section leaving her alone. She sighs and pushes her shopping cart to gather the things on the list.  

Once she’s done, she’s standing in the freezer section contemplating what ice cream she wanted. She hears Sam’s heavy footsteps before she sees him as he sets his basket in the cart. Filled with meat, veggies, and fruits.  

“Are you not done yet?” he asks her, tone a bit accusatory.  

She shakes her head, “No, I am. Just thinking about something for me to veg out with later.” she hums in thought.  

He quirks a brow at her, “Isn’t ice cream like, I don't know, sad food?” he questions.  

Mika turns and gives him a sharp look of irritation. He’s said maybe two sentences to her, and she’s already done with this shopping trip. 

She just sighs and reaches in for a small pint of lemon custard and places it in the cart.  

“Lemon?” Sam asks, looking over her shoulder. 

She can feel her eye twitching, ready for this conversation to be over, “Yes,” She hisses out, “It’s my favorite.” she says defensively. 

“Don’t people usually get chocolate when they’re sad?” He states taking a step back to gently pry the cart from her hands and push it.  

Mika bristles, “I like lemon custard. Didn’t know I was gonna get grilled for my depression ice cream of choice!” she says in an irritated huff.  

She did not need this right now. Sam had never tried to talk with her before, and today wasn’t the day to start. All she wanted to do was go home, curl in her bed, and watch a movie with her ice cream.  

Not answer arbitrary questions that he clearly didn’t care what her answers were.  

“I’m not grilling you!” He groans out pushing the shopping cart. “I’m trying to have conversation...” he mumbles to himself.  

Mika freezes and moves to stand in front of him, stopping the cart from moving, her eyes bright with fury. 

“Then why do it now? Why not sooner? Why not in the car, or look through the store with me, or, god forbid,” she scoffs at him, “the million times you’ve avoided me!” she hisses out voice raising with her anger. She was tired of being angry, but Sam knew how to pick at her. Say or do all the right things that made her feel something besides sorrow.  

She loathed it. 

Sam’s brows furrow down, like they always do when he frowns at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks in a cold tone.  

Mika glared at him and decided against starting a fight in the middle of a very public grocery store. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath trying to center herself. Sam could just look at her the wrong way and she felt the pit of her stomach turn.  

“Just, forget it. Let’s check out.” Mika pushes ahead walking towards an empty checkout line.  

She can feel his silent fuming next to her. He’s simmering like a pot about to boil over. Maybe this was it. This was the moment the two of them would finally scream it out and agree to never talk to each other again.  

She could handle that. In fact, Mika would prefer that in this moment than having to be stuck next to him with his glare burning holes into the back of her head as she pays the cashier. 

They aggressively load up the car with their groceries and get in to go home. The sooner she was home, the sooner she could run off to her room. Where there wasn’t an overly muscular man observing every move, she made.  

Once they’re seated in the car he turns to her snapping in a clipped tone, “What did you mean inside?”  

Mika clutches the steering wheel tightly, focusing on the road and not Sam’s face, “Exactly what it sounded like Sam.” she says dryly. “You avoid me, all the time! So, forgive me, but I find it extremely hard to believe you when you say you’re trying to start a conversation... you’ve had plenty of better opportunities to talk to me.”  

Sam opens his mouth to try and argue with her. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps opening and closing his mouth like a gapping fish. He can’t argue with the truth. 

She raises her brow in a pointed look, “Point proven. Now can we just go back to you ignoring my existence?” she bites out bitterly.  

Sam’s face hardens, he leans forward making sure his body is facing her, “I can’t ignore your existence, in fact, I’m more than aware. I can’t get away from you.” his voice is low, almost a growl.  

She’s had it. How dare he act like she was the problem. She slams on the brakes and pulls over to the side of the road. If she was going to get into an argument, she would look him in the eye. She couldn’t believe his audacity! 

“Okay Sam, be so fucking real right now. What you just told me makes no sense! You never talk to me, hell, half the time you won’t even look at me!” She says facing him completely and trying to keep herself collected. Her tone rose, and she was five seconds away from screaming in frustration. Sam made her want to pull her hair out.  

He just continues to glare at her. “Half the time you either leave the room when I enter it or you’re hiding on the roof. I don’t know what I did to you, but I’m sorry okay! Just don’t sit here and act like you care or notice me, or whatever it is you’re trying to say!” Mika can feel her face flushed clearly frustrated.  

His own scowl deepens as he opens his mouth, “I’m not pretending to care about you idiot! Who do you think was dragging your ass to bed every night you’ve been crying yourself to sleep on the couch? It sure as hell wasn’t anyone else!”  

She pauses, her eyes widen in surprise. It was Mika’s turn to be stunned into silence.  

Sam realizes what he’s just admitted, and his own face flushes from embarrassment. He lets out a heavy sigh and pushes his hair back and his eyes drift to look out the window. “That’s not-fuck.” he groans in a hushed tone.  

She looks at him in confusion unsure of what to do with the information he’s provided. Mika slowly eases the tension from her body as she moves to sit back in the seat.  

“I’m... confused.”  

“I’m sorry, okay.” Sam tells her with a sigh. He looks back over to her, “I swear I’m not trying to be a dick... I just didn’t want to irritate you after the whole, kiss situation.” he sounds embarrassed just mentioning it.  

“Before I knew it two months went by and, I didn’t know how to talk to you... you just seemed to avoid me, so I assumed-” he trails off his sentence, unsure of where to go or what he even means.  

Mika sits in silence for a moment before dissolving into a fit of laughter. She covers her face with her hands to try and muffle her laughter but her whole body shakes as she laughs.  

“I’m sorry! Sorry I just-” she turns to him, looking at him through her hands, “are you telling me you were too embarrassed to talk to me?” She bites her lip, trying to stifle her giggles.  

Sam’s face is bright red as his voice hitches in annoyance, “I- no! That is not what I’m saying!” 

Mika’s still smiling, trying to calm herself down, “Really? From where I stand that’s exactly what it sounds like.” she teases. 

Sam sighs and leans back in the seat. Hands covering his face now. “Fine... you win.” he mumbles.  

She reaches out to touch Sam’s arm lightly. It’s meant to be reassuring but the way he jolts, like he’s been shocked, from her touch has her retracting a little. She chews the inside of her cheek for a moment looking for something to say. 

He’s looking at her though, with a soft smile. The first she's seen from him. Mika thinks he looks infinitely better when he’s smiling.  

 “If it makes you feel any better, Damien and Erik chewed me out...” he tells her, it’s half joking.  

She snorts, “It does actually.” she says smugly.  

She sits back shaking her head in disbelief. She drives them back home, the silence not so heavy in the car, but one of understanding.  

Life gets a little easier after that.  

[mayorofclowntown]

More GEN Z slang/Gen Z behavior!! Ft literally everyone ever COD wise

---

Raccoon: "You're looking sus right now, Cap."

Price: "get the fuck out of my office, Donnie."

--

Gaz: "-And!... He was huge- Very tall."

Raccoon: "oh slay! We Stan a tall king."

Ghost, who's pissed, and Soap:

Soap: "I'm not a professional but I'm pretty sure that isn't a grammatically correct sentence."

--

Raccoon, after shooting an enemy: "that was a certified Raccoon W."

Ghost, gripping his gun: "please shut the fuck up-"

--

Price: "Raccoon, Gaz, both of you are on the West side, keep watch. Me and Ghost are going west and Soap is South East."

Raccoon, almost the second he stops speaking: "Bet."

Gaz, snickering: "Yeah- Bet."

Price, turning around: "I'm getting too old for this shit-"

--

Raccoon, watching Ghost and Soap train, turning to Gaz the moment Soap was bodyslammed: "He understood the assignment."

Gaz, nodding: "Facts."

Alejandro: ".... Is this what Soap was talking about-"

--

König: "Raccoon, can I tell you something,,,?"

Ghost, glancing at him: "No, he's bui-"

Raccoon, quickly spinning around: "Spill the tea, sis."

Ghost, groaning: "I swear to go-"

--

Ghost: "Fucker got away,"

Soap: "Seriously?... [Turning to Raccoon and Gaz] What the fuck are you two laughing about?"

Gaz, nudging Raccoon: "Tell them, tell them your first thought."

Raccoon, clearing his throat: "... L moment."

Soap, Gaz, and Raccoon break into a small chuckle/laugh fit while Ghost stands there regretting being partnered up with these three.

--

Raccoon: "What is... Green and has wheels?"

Gaz: "... I dunno, a green bike?"

Raccoon: "No, grass- I lied about the wheels!"

Both fall into a laughing fit.

--

Raccoon trying to tell Price, or Ghost, something funny but can't get through the first syllable without cackling because it's funny (to Him. Maybe not to Ghost or Price).

--

Ghost: "do you ever get so tired you start seeing spiders?"

Raccoon: "Me after I take 17 benadryl and start seeing the hat man."

Gaz: "the WHO?!"

Raccoon, defensive: "Oh is this not a safe space sudden?"

--

This would be like, Gaz and Raccoon in a GC and it drives Ghost and Price absolutely insane. The same with this:

Soap, Gaz, and Raccoon send memes in the GC and literally everyone hates it because that's how they reply.

--

The 1-4-1 is out for dinner after a successful mission, and after ordering food everyone realizes that Raccoon isn't really eating- he's been picking at his food for a few minutes.

They realize, maybe 20 minutes of him picking at his food, that he got the wrong order- and he hasn't said anything. At all. Didn't even mention it by a noise. They have to physically rip the words from his mouth to tell the waiter while Raccoon tried telling them it's fine because he didn't wanna inconvenience the waiter (Ghost literally looked at Price and asked "how is he a soldier?").

--

Raccoon and Gaz bonding over the way they use to kill Sims on the Sims 4. Ghost walking past and overhearing with confusion- not like he doesn't understand (bc Raccoon says "I got rid of the ladder and drowned my Sim."), but just in general.

--

Alejandro, handing paper to Raccoon: "Mapache, can you help me with these?"

Raccoon, taking the paper with a pen already out: "no."

--

Soap, frustrated: "dude, I can't stand Graves."

Raccoon, not looking up from his phone: "Then sit down."

(Cue Ghost barking out a laugh from across the room.)

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This was in drafts for.... A few weeks??? Idk. I love men.

I've been juggling a COD hyperfixation and a ROTTMNT hyperfixation 💪💪💪