#also the comments on the last chapter made me cry big time ((with love))

[maladaptive-menace]

this is not me announcing my full return but i have started writing again this evening and i am just shy of 500 words from my first stint

i imagine i’m still not going to be posting for a hot minute but my god is it nice to tap on the keys again

[acesofspadess]

Track Walk {4}

landoscar x content creator!reader

part 1

series summary: You were invited to the Miami GP for your Track Walk series on social media, what follows after you run into a certain Papaya boy, no one could prepare you for...

series warnings: cursing, angst, smut, making out, mentions of people you may not like, mmf, threesome/throuple, if there is more let me know... ;)

a/n: this a long 4 part series, but the chapters will be released daily!! also... there is no hate to anyone mention in this story, it is a work of fiction and any hate towards the characters/people will be deleted.

Abu Dhabi

“And for the very last time…” you began, watching the chat flood with comments. “I know, I know, it’s sad! But it’s been such an amazing year, and I couldn’t think of a better place to wrap it up. So, let’s walk the Abu Dhabi GP track—and who knows what special guests we might run into along the way?”

The chat erupted with excitement. ‘We’ll miss you!’ ‘Don’t make us cry already!’ ‘Special guests? Say less!’

“It’s going to be a long live today because this track is, well, very long. But that just means more time to chat and answer questions,” you said, starting down the pit straight. “Let’s get into it!”

You hadn’t made it far before you heard a voice behind you. “Shouldn’t you be home by now?”

Turning, you saw Charles Leclerc walking over, a mischievous grin on his face. The chat exploded: ‘CHARLES!’ ‘He’s begging her to go home 😂’

“Charles!” you greeted with mock surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to convince you to leave,” he said, crossing his arms dramatically. “You know what happens if McLaren wins today? We lose the constructors.”

You gasped, playing along. “Are you saying it’s my fault if McLaren wins?”

“Absolutely,” he said without hesitation. “You’ve been their lucky charm all year. So, for the good of Ferrari, I think you should skip the race.”

“Wow, no pressure!” you said, laughing. “Chat, what do you think? Should I leave for Charles’ sake?”

The comments were a mix of ‘Never!’ and ‘Poor Charles, he’s desperate.’

Charles shrugged dramatically. “It was worth a try. Anyway, I’ll see you later—Alex is waiting for you when you’re done!” He waved, leaving you shaking your head.

Not long after, Carlos Sainz strolled up, already grinning. “I hear Charles didn’t convince you to stay home,” he said, leaning casually against a barrier.

“Not a chance,” you replied. “But if Ferrari loses, I’ll know who to avoid at the afterparty.”

Carlos laughed. “You’re dangerous for us, you know that? I told Charles we should’ve flown you back to Monaco last night.”

“Too bad you didn’t,” you teased. “Guess you’ll just have to race harder.”

The chat was loving it: ‘Carlos is so done with her luck.’ ‘McLaren supremacy incoming!’

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to it,” Carlos said with a wink. “But just remember, if McLaren wins, I’m blaming you.”

You waved him off, smiling. “Noted!”

As you continued, the chat filled with questions. One caught your eye: ‘How has this year changed your life?’

“That’s a big one,” you said thoughtfully. “This year has been… life-changing. I started out just a fan with a camera, doing track walks for fun. Now, I’ve had this insane journey where I’ve met incredible people, made lifelong memories, and even found love—yes, I see your comments, we’ll get to that later,” you added with a laugh, the chat exploding with hearts and teasing.

At Turn 7, you spotted Max Verstappen leaning against the wall, watching with a smirk. “You’re still walking?”

“Still winning?” you shot back, grinning.

“Always,” he replied, shaking his head. “But seriously, how does it feel? Last track walk of the year.”

“A little surreal,” you admitted. “But I’m grateful. It’s been an amazing ride.”

Max nodded. “Well, I won’t make it easy for Lando and Oscar, even if you’re here.”

The chat went wild: ‘Even Max is scared of her powers!’ ‘DU DU DU DU.’

“My magic always works!” you called as he walked off, laughing.

As you approached the final straight, you saw Lando and Oscar waiting for you. The chat exploded again: ‘THERE THEY ARE!’ ‘The golden trio reunited!’

“Finally!” you said, turning the camera to them. “Look who decided to join me.”

“We were letting you have your moment,” Lando teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Oscar smirked. “More like we were arguing over who’s side of the garage you’d be in later.”

“Typical,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Alright, chat, you’ve been asking all day about us, so let’s address it.”

Lando grinned. “Big moment, huh?”

“Feels like it,” you replied, glancing between them. “Chat, these two have been the best part of my year. And yes, your eyes did not deceive you.”

The chat erupted: ‘I KNEW IT!’ ‘They’re perfect!’

“But I have to ask,” you said, turning to them. “Which one of you is winning this weekend?”

Oscar smirked. “Me, obviously.”

Lando scoffed. “You wish. I’m taking this one.”

“Well, I need you both to cross the line at the exact same time,” you said, earning groans from them both.

“Always the diplomat,” Lando teased.

With that, you turned back to the camera for the final farewell. “Alright, chat, this is really it. Thank you again for everything. It’s been an amazing journey, as for this weekend—we move in silence.”

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f1gossipofficial Y/N l/n is in the paddock for the first as an official WAG. A few days ago Lando posted the trio, then yesterday the trio confirmed during Y/N live track walk.

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Moving in silence did nothing for the start-

“AND MAX VERSTAPPEN AND OSCAR PIASTRI HAVE A COLLISION INTO TURN 1!”

You dropped into a squat next to Ria and Niran, and Lando’s family. “No, no, no.” you said into your hands. “Move of a champion that one.” Oscar said over the radio and while you could hear the annoyance in his voice you couldn’t help the minor smile at his sassiness. 

The entire race had you even more on edge after that, Lando remained in the front, warding off Carlos, but Charles was gaining on both of them. With Oscar suffering a 10 second penalty for a minor collision with Franco, Lando had to remain in first for the title.

Lando’s pitstop was impeccable and he remained a distance to keep Carlos out of his DRS. Oscar managed to get into the points, and on the last lap nearing the last corner, when the pit lane was closing, someone dragged you over the pitwall. 

Zak and Andrea welcomed you gladly as you all kept your wits until Lando crossed the line.

“AND THIS IS THE MOMENT McLAREN DREAMED OF! LANDO NORRIS WINS THE ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX! McLAREN ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS!”

Everyone around was yelling as you heard Will talk to Lando. “We did it mate! We did it! World Champions!”

“Woo hoo hoo! Wooo! Papaya on top!” Lando screamed. “Congratulations to everyone. Just Incredible. Well done everyone. So proud of you all. You deserve this. Thank you so much. It's been a special year. Next year is going to be my year too.”

Tears were properly streaming down your face. As you hugged everyone on the wall. “Oscar, we’re champions. We are world champions. World Constructors Champions. Well done mate.”

“Whoo! Well done everybody, Massive... massively deserved. Couldn’t be prouder of you all. What a 2 years it’s been.”

You laughed at the lack of emotion in Oscar's voice as you and Lando’s family walked over to the parc ferme. “Lando! Lando!” Adam called his son, making you and his sister laugh. He rushed over giving everyone a hug and when he got to you he lifted you over the barrier and wrapped your legs around his body. “You did it baby! You did it!” You cheered, holding his face as he smiled uncontrollably. “We did it baby, we.” He corrected. You just shook your head kissing his lips before he lifted you back over the railing. Podium celebrations were shared with the sea of Papaya as Lando sprayed you all in rose water.

You were walking through the paddock, the post-race buzz still electric in the air as fans and team members celebrated. Lando and Oscar were off doing interviews, their faces glowing with the pride of their accomplishments, and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought of them. The energy was infectious, and you were savoring every second of it when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice shouted from the center of the paddock. You looked up to see your F1 TV friends waving you over enthusiastically.

Grinning, you made your way to them, your heart racing as Will held out a microphone. “Hello!” you greeted, your voice bright as you grabbed the mic.

“Well, I feel like so many congratulations are in order!” Laura said, her face lit with excitement.

“Yes!” you laughed, the sheer joy of the day bubbling to the surface. “A lot has happened this week!” You nodded, the understatement making everyone chuckle.

“You are a taken lady now, you graduate in a few days, and the team you’ve been hyping up all season just won the Constructors' Championship,” Lawrence chimed in, his voice warm with admiration. “How are you feeling right now?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping at the corner of your eyes as happy tears threatened to spill over again. “Oh my gosh! The tears streaming down my face should say everything!” you joked, earning a round of laughter from the group. “But no, seriously, it’s been such an emotional day. It was an amazing race -nill my boyfriend getting swept into Turn 1—but besides that!” You chuckled again, shaking your head as you thought back to Oscar’s rough start.

Taking a breath, you glanced at the camera and continued, “I think the whole team was very confident this weekend. We knew that both drivers had what it took to get the job done, and they didn’t let anyone down. I know Lando and Oscar are happy with the outcome, and honestly, I’m so proud of them. This team deserves every bit of this win, and I’m just happy to be a part of it.”

As you spoke, their faces lit up, listening intently to your heartfelt words. You could feel their genuine excitement for you, which only made the moment more special.

“Well,” Will began with a playful grin, “we’ve called you over here for a specific reason, and this feels like the perfect time to tell you: this is your formal invitation to join us next season as an official broadcaster for F1 TV!”

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes widened in disbelief. “No, that’s not true,” you said, shaking your hand dismissively, though the flutter in your chest suggested you hoped it was.

“Yes, it is!” Will insisted, his grin widening as the others nodded in agreement.

Your hand flew to your mouth as tears spilled freely, the reality of their words hitting you like a tidal wave. “No way,” you whispered, blinking rapidly.

“Don’t cry!” Will said, pulling you into a warm hug. “We mean it—you’ve been incredible this season, and we’d love to have you on board.”

You hugged him back tightly, your voice breaking as you replied, “I would love to. I can’t even—thank you so much.”

The rest of the crew joined in, enveloping you in a group hug filled with laughter and cheers. The cameras captured every second, the joy of the moment radiating off you all.

“Well, you heard it here first!” Will announced, turning back to the camera with a wide smile. “Y/N L/N will be back on your screens next season, officially joining the F1 TV family!”

You laughed, your cheeks flushed from the overwhelming excitement. Turning to the camera, you waved with a big grin. “Thank you so much, everyone. I can’t wait!”

You finally made it to the hub, where you were waiting with Lando’s family and some of the film crew. The air buzzed with excitement, the sounds of cheering echoing from the nearby garage. Your heart pounded with exhilaration as you watched Lando and Oscar approach, their faces glowing with pure joy.

They came to you together, their grins impossibly wide, and wrapped you in the biggest hug, knocking you off your feet. “AHAHAH!!” you all laughed and cheered, the moment bursting with uncontainable energy.

“I’m so proud of your recovery, baby,” you said, turning to Oscar and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled, his hands resting lightly on your waist.

“I don’t even have feelings about that,” he replied, shaking his head, his voice breathless from the adrenaline of the night. “I’m just so happy about everything.”

You turned to see Lando embracing his mom, her words of pride and love bringing a soft, emotional smile to his face. You quickly captured the moment on video, unable to resist.

“You made so many people proud,” she said, meeting his gaze as he looked up, his eyes shining. The determination in his expression told you everything—you knew there was no stopping him now.

Before long, the three of you were swept up in the celebrations, heading into the McLaren garage where the entire team was waiting. The second you crossed the threshold, the roar of applause and cheers engulfed you, the team shouting Oscar’s and Lando’s names in unison.

“Here they are!” Zak exclaimed, clapping them both on the shoulders as the champagne bottles started popping.

It was a blur after that. Someone handed you a bottle, and before you knew it, you were shaking it vigorously and spraying champagne into the air alongside the drivers and the crew. Laughter filled the space as the sweet, sticky spray soaked everyone in its path. You squealed as Lando turned his bottle on you, drenching your hair and clothes.

“LAN!” you shouted, laughing uncontrollably as you tried (and failed) to dodge the spray. Oscar joined in, teaming up with Lando to make sure you were completely soaked.

“Unfair!” you gasped between giggles, grabbing a nearby bottle to retaliate. The three of you were soon caught in a playful battle, slipping and sliding on the wet floor as the team cheered them on.

Finally, Zak called everyone together for the team photo. You helped herd the group into position, standing between Zak and Andrea behind the team board. 

As the photographer counted down, you looked around at the sea of orange-clad team members, all beaming with pride. This was their moment, their victory, and you were so grateful to be part of it.

“Yell Champions!” the photographer shouted.

Barely an hour after the chaos of the garage celebrations, you, Lando, Oscar, and a few McLaren team members were whisked away to a private jet. The energy was still electric, the air buzzing with excitement as champagne bottles were uncorked mid-flight, the golden liquid spilling over glasses and dripping onto the plush seats. Lando leaned over, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him while Oscar pressed his knee against yours, his hand resting possessively on your upper thigh.

The team joked and laughed loudly around you, but your world felt narrower, the heat of the two men beside you pulling your focus entirely. Lando leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “You’re glowing tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Oscar’s hand slid higher, his thumb tracing slow circles against your leg. “She’s glowing because she knows she has two champions taking care of her,” he teased, his Australian accent somehow softer, more intimate.

You were sure your face was burning, the tension between the three of you palpable, but before it could escalate further, the plane began its descent. Through the window, the lights of Qatar’s shimmering skyline came into view, and your excitement reignited.

The palace felt more like a club, with its thumping music, dim lights, and opulent décor. You entered with Lando and Oscar on either side of you, their hands never leaving your body. The team scattered quickly, drawn to the bar or the dance floor, but the three of you stuck together, finding a private corner where the energy between you bubbled over.

Lando pulled you to him first, his hands on your waist as the music pulsed through your bodies. His lips brushed your neck, teasing you as he whispered something you couldn’t quite hear over the bass. Oscar wasn’t far behind, pressing against your back, his hands skimming your hips and sending a rush of heat through you. You felt completely surrounded, the two of them moving with you like you were the only person in the room.

The night grew hazier as drinks flowed freely, and their touches became bolder. Lando’s fingers slid under the hem of your dress as he kissed you deeply, his grin wicked when you gasped against him. Oscar’s lips found your jaw, then your collarbone, his hands firm as they gripped your waist.

“Should we take this somewhere more private?” Lando suggested, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Minutes later, you were back on the plane, in an off area in the back while everyone else was in the front, the hum of the engines blending with the sound of your laughter and murmured words. The cabin lights were dimmed, casting a soft glow over the three of you as Oscar pulled you into his lap, his hands trailing over your body.

Lando leaned forward, his lips capturing yours while his hand slid behind your neck. The space was too small, too intimate, and yet it felt perfect as their attention overwhelmed you, their hands and mouths exploring in a way that left no doubt about their intentions.

By the time you landed back at the hotel, the three of you were a mess of heated touches and whispered promises, the excitement of the night blending seamlessly with the effects of champagne and adrenaline. The second the door to your suite clicked shut, Lando’s hands were on your ass, pulling you flush against him.

“Need to feel you, baby,” he panted into your neck, his lips grazing your skin with each word. His hands roamed your body, slipping under the hem of your dress, his desperation evident in every touch.

Oscar wasn’t far behind, his lips brushing against your ear as his hands slid down your waist. “Haven’t had you since Singapore,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “Need you so bad.”

Your senses were clouded, the lingering buzz of alcohol dulling your inhibitions but sharpening every touch, every kiss, every breath. Still, beneath the haze, the love you had for these boys burned brighter than anything else.

You pulled back just enough to meet their eyes, your fingers tangling in Lando’s curls as you leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. He moaned into your mouth, his grip on your ass tightening as he pressed you closer. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were dark, his lips swollen and parted as if he were about to beg for more.

Turning to Oscar, you cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek as you pulled him into a kiss that left him breathless. “You two,” you whispered against his lips, “are everything to me. Tonight is about you.”

Lando let out a low groan, his hands sliding down your thighs as he picked you up. “You spoil us too much,” he murmured, though the way his hands gripped you said he wasn’t about to complain.

Once you all made it to the bed, Lando tossed you down and pulled them down next to you straddling Oscar’s lap as Lando moved next to you, his hands sliding up Oscar's sides. The heat of their bodies surrounded you, and you reveled in the way they reacted to every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

“You were so perfect tonight,” you said, your lips brushing against Lando’s ear as your fingers teased at the buttons of his shirt. “Every move you made was flawless. You deserved that win, Lando. You earned it.”

He moaned as he tilted his head back, giving you more access to his neck. “Keep talking, baby,” he rasped. “Love hearing you say it.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat before turning your attention back to Oscar whose face was flushed from Lando’s roaming hands. “And you,” you murmured, pulling him closer by the back of his neck until your lips were inches from his. “You’ve come so far, Oscar. You’re a champion. Do you know how proud we are of you?”

His breath hitched, his hands tightening on your waist as he kissed you, hard and desperate. “You drive me crazy,” he muttered against your lips, his voice trembling with emotion.

You made quick work of their clothes. Stripping them bare as they removed your dress. You made them sit against the headboard as you crawled up the bed in between them. You kissed Oscar’s neck, just under his ear and he whimpered. “Love your little noises, baby.” You said before pecking his lips, making him chase yours. You giggled softly as Lando took his lips in his own and they made out above you as you kissed down both of their chest and bodies until you read their muscular thighs. You kissed around everywhere they wanted you and their breaths got quicker. 

You took Oscar’s cock in your mouth without warning, hearing him moan and hiss at the feeling, and then Lando’s moan as you wrapped your free hand around his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Oscar gasped, hands finding your head but not pushing just yet. You took him all the way down your throat, letting your hand that was on his base squeeze his balls and his hips thrusted into yours as he moaned loudly. “Fuck, no you can’t do that. We have too many rounds for you to do that.” You popped off his cock with a giggle.

“Rounds you say?” You teased kissing up Lando’s thighs. “Rounds, princess. I need to make love to you both.” You moaned at his words as you took Lando all the way down your throat first. “Baby,” he whimpered, throwing his head back. “Look at our girl, mouth full of your cock, pretty boy.” Oscar whispered against Lando’s now exposed neck. Lando’s hips jerked up again at Oscar’s dirty talk. You hummed in agreement and Lando was tugging your head off right after.

Lando looked down at you, his voice low and breathy. “You’re going to ruin us, you know that?”

You laughed softly, crawling back up to them, your fingers of one hand threading through his curls as you kissed him again, the other threading through Oscar’s. “Good,” you whispered against his lips. “Because I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

Oscar pulled your hand from out of his hair and held it, his grip firm as he pressed a kiss to your ring finger. “Forever,” he said softly, his voice filled with a sincerity that sent a shiver down your spine.

Lando took your moment of lust and pressed his thumb against your clit making you moan softly throwing your head back. “Mmm, going to make you cum on our tongues, baby. Lay down.”

But you shook your head, “No, want to make it-”

“We don’t care.” Oscar cut you off. “We get off so quick at tasting you baby. This is more for us than it is you.” He said while flipping you over. He captured your lips, immediately sucking on your tongue as Lando kissed down your stomachs and thighs before sucking on your clit and making you arch into Oscar. “Lan..” you panted as Oscar smirked before kissing his own way down. “Shit, love, taste so good.” Lando moaned against your pussy. Your hands trailed into each boy's hair as Oscar let his tongue circle around your entrance. “Feels so good.” You moaned softly and then practically screamed at the feeling of the boys making out over your clit. “Fuck, please, please-”

“Cum for us baby, squirming for us.” Oscar teased holding your hips down while both boys sank a finger into you. Your back arched as your coil snapped and your moan was high pitched as they never ended their attack against your clit. Your hips rolled against their mouths as you came down from your high. 

“I’m loving this, but if I’m not inside of one of you in the next 10 seconds we’re going to have a problem on our hands.” Oscar said after him and Lando stopped sucking each other's fingers clean of you.

“Want her.” Lando requested and Oscar nodded, pressing his lips to Lando’s in confirmation. Lando laid against the headboard, pulling you on top of him. He pulled your head down to his with one hand, letting you tongues dance as he coated his dick in your juices before pushing into you. You both gasped and panted, and you wasted no time in sinking all the way down. “Fuck, Oscar, stop teasing.” You turned your head to see Oscar scissoring his fingers in and out of Lando’s hole and you clenched around his cock. Lando’s hands flew to your waist and squeezed warningly. 

You watched as Oscar pressed into Lando with an ease that almost made you jealous. Oscar must have noticed your expression and kissed your pouty lips, “You can peg us when we get home.” You moaned at both Oscar’s words and Lando thrusting into you. “Fuck yes, baby.” You moaned as you bounced on Landos cock. His hands were squeezing your tits roughly as he took the rough shots from Oscar.

You leaned against Oscar's shoulder as you bounced, the moans you were all sharing were pornagraphic. “Feel that baby?” Lando asked, taking your hand and pressing it against your stomach. You looked down at your hand and saw the bulge of his cock in your stomach. “Fuck that’s so hot.” Lando moaned, and the look in his eyes said he wanted more. He gripped your throat and pulled you down from Oscar's chest and into his own as his hips sped up to match Oscar’s pace.

“Fuck, Lando.” You cried as he bullied his cock into you. “Yeah, your pussy was made for us. So wet, so warm. Can feel myself against your stomach.” He said in between his own high moans from Oscar. “Lando, fuck your ass is perfect, sucking me in.” Oscar said, leaning over you to drive his cock deeper into Lando. “I’m so close. Please.” You begged. “Hold it.” Oscar grunted, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “Need this burned into my memory.” He moaned as he took a picture of all of you connected, before switching it to a video and spanking you. “Come on, princess, cum all over Lando’s cock.”

He spanked you another time and it set you off. You all but screamed as you arched so far into Lando’s chest there was no telling where one began and ended. Lando’s moans got quicker and higher and he was spilling into you next, hips and body twitching under you. Oscar gripped Lando’s thigh roughly as he thrusted sloppily filling his boyfriend's hole.

You all panted as you came down, pulling out and off of each other. You barely pulled off Lando before Oscar was picking you up in his arms. “Want you in front of a mirror.” He said moving you all to the bathroom, which had a very large mirror. “Lan. Come here.” He called off his shoulder hearing the boy still panting. 

He placed you on your back on the marble sink and you arched from the coldness. “You ready for me baby?” Lando asked, teasing Oscar’s hole. “I don’t care, I just need you in me.” He threw his head back against Lando’s shoulders as Lando thrusted into him slowly, but with no resistance. “Lan!” He whined into the boy's mouth before sucking on his tongue. “Always so tight around me. Treat our pretty girl Osc. Fuck her full of us.”

Oscar didn’t need to be told twice as he slipped into you with so much ease. He had Lando in girth and stretched you so deliciously wide. “Osc!” He wasted no time thrusting into you in opposite thrust of Lando to fuck himself onto his boyfriends cock.

“Feel so full, Osc.” You said looking at him. “Yeah, Lando and I are just so perfect for you, huh?” He smiled, bringing your conjoined hands over the bulge in your stomach from his cock. “Both of us bulging in your stomach. Such a pretty girl.” He said, leaning down and pecking your lips. His comment seemed to turn the whole mood around and you went from fucking like bunnies to making love. 

“I love you both so much.” Lando panted. “We love you pretty boy, so much.” You cried as his hand snaked around Oscar and circled your clit. “Can feel you getting close Osc, squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna fill you up. ” He said, kissing his back and picking up his own phone from the counter to record all of you cumming together. Oscar’s hand joined Lando’s against your clit and you whined at the pleasure.

“You both were made for me. Never want to experience life without you. Fuck.” He cursed as his hips twitched and he moaned loudly spilling into you. He collapsed on top of you, but his hips and fingers were still moving. “Osc, baby!” Lando cried, thrusting into him and spilling his seed into him. “Let go for us baby girl. Give us what we want.” Lando said staying sheathed inside Oscar but moving to his side to see you. “Oh- Lan- Osc!” You cried as your back arched more than you thought possible, and your body shook.

“Fuck baby, oh my-” Oscar moaned as you started to squirt all over their fingers and Oscar’s cock. “That’s it baby.” Lando said slapping your clit to keep your high as long as possible. When you came back down from your ethereal orgasm, you heard the shower running and saw Oscar gathering the towels.

“Come on pretty girl. Let’s clean up.” Lando said, picking you up and hugging you. “I Love you pretty girl.” He said walking over to Oscar. He passed you into his arms and Oscar hugged you tightly. “I love you darling.” He said pecking your lips. “I love you pretty boy.” He then repeated to Lando who blushed and smiled. “I love you Osc.”

You all stepped into the shower and Oscar put you down. You pecked both of their lips before sinking to your knees. “Baby-” Oscar warned.

“I need you both down my throat.” You dead panned and started jerking them off again. They quickly got hard and you brought both of their tips into your mouth, sucking on them immediately. “Baby, I'm not going to last long.” Lando moaned, hand coming to your head.

You popped off them, “Don’t need you to.” You admitted. “Just need you to fuck my throat.” You said guiding Oscar’s hand to your head and filling your mouth with both of them. You looked up at them and all self-control they had, disappeared. They started thrusting into your throat simultaneously and you absolutely loved it. “Fuck baby, your noises.” Oscar moaned. The sounds of you softly gagging and choking on them fueled all three of you on. “Baby-” Lando’s moans got higher and you tasted the saltiness of his cum going down your throat. “Princess-”

Oscar joined his boyfriend in cumming down your throat and you purposefully shoved and shook your head closer to their hips to get them down your throat as they cummed and they gripped your hair roughly making you moan. They pulled out, going soft but with a mix of each other over each cock. You showed them that you swallowed (princess you’re a slut) before cleaning their cocks of each other's cum until they hissed in overstimulation.

“Now we actually shower.” 

Lando rubbed your bare stomach back and forth, -one of their shirts only covering your breast- his eyes soft as he looked at you when you were finally tucked in bed later that night -morning. “Best night of my life,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet awe. Oscar pressed a kiss to your stomach, his arms tightening around you. “Ours too.”

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❤️‍🩹 Life Update (And another BIG update...)

So I typically don't do this, but I just wanted to share something more personal with you guys.

Some of my friends on here already know this, but I've been going through a really rough time this summer, with an ongoing medical issue that has put me through multiple procedures and one surgical procedure last month in July. The issues all began the exact week I moved into a new apartment.

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[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 6

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 1,318

TW:MASSIVE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!! (TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, MY WRITING IS NOT WORTH YOUR HEALTH), Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), Blood, Panic Attacks, Hurt Comfort, SUI ATTEMPT, Crying, Really Depressing, lots of POV swaps, Not Edited

A/N: Thank you for all of the support that I’ve been getting for this story, this chapter is really heavy… PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Please do not read if it will negatively impact your health, this story on tumblr is not worth it. I’ll put a brief summary at the beginning of the next chapter, for those who need to skip. This is probably the worst that it will get. Love you guys so much 🥰

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

I woke up to Chris wrapped around my waist, just like I had for the last seven months. I don’t know how much longer I can handle this facade, but I also don’t know if I can let it go. The worst part is that I can’t even vent to my best friend, seeing as he is the cause of this whole situation. I stare down at Chris, his hair is so soft. I feel the burn of tears in my eyes, trying best to stop them from falling. Failing miserably.

My sniffles cause Chris’s to lift his head up to look at me. “What’s wrong?” I tell him it’s nothing, not a big deal. I can tell he doesn’t believe me, he sits up looking deep into my eyes. “You can tell me anything Y/N, you don’t need to feel embarrassed or anything.” I just cry harder. He pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around me as I burrow my face into his shoulders.

we stay like that for an indeterminate amount of time. I cry until I physically can’t anymore, Chris doesn’t make me explain myself.

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Chris’s POV

I barely sleep anymore.

Y/N has been drifting away for months now, and it scares the shit out of me. I’m scared that if I fall asleep she’ll sneak past me and relapse. I can’t imagine what I would do if I lost her, I don’t know who I would be.

I’m scared to leave her alone, to the point that I don’t even want to leave her to go film with my brothers. The fans have commented on how many videos we’ve made at our house, rather than our usual car videos. I just tell Matt and Nick that I feel bad leaving her alone without us.

I knew it was a mistake to leave her alone tonight, but the fans were getting suspicious. We made the decision not to tell the fans, since we didn’t plan for this charade to go on for so long. I don’t know if I can end it, I’m too in love with her to imagine laying in an empty bed again.

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Y/N’s POV (start of the really bad stuff)

The guys left to film a car video, it’s been months since they did that. I haven’t been alone long enough to think about relapsing, but sitting alone in Chris’s room, the feeling of loneliness is crushing me.

I need to distract myself. Chris would be so disappointed in me if I didn’t, and I can’t call him while he’s recording. I’ll cook myself something for dinner, the guys will be happy to eat when they get home.

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Dinner came and went, and I still didn’t feel better. I was scared to call Chris, I didn’t want to bother him and his brothers. It was a mistake.

I stare down, my legs tore to shreds and the wounds on my wrists, I need help. I don’t think I really want to die, I was just overwhelmed. I can’t let them find me dead. I can’t make them hurt the same way that I have. I need to call someone.

I reach for my phone, trying desperately to open it. The blood on my hands makes everything harder, but I can’t get up to get a towel. If I stand up I’ll surely pass out. I’m already lightheaded, just hoping that Chris answers my call.

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Chris’s POV

I’m laughing with my brothers and I don’t notice it at first. A small buzz in my pocket. There it is again. As soon as I pull it out I panic.

LOML 🥰 CALLING… ✅ ❎

“Guys! Stop talking real quick.” I immediately press the answer button. “Baby… is everything okay?”

No response. Fuck.

“Matt we need to go home.” He gives me a worried look, but before he can say anything I’m talking into the phone again. “Baby, I need you to talk to me… tell me everything is okay.”

there’s a second before she responds, I can tell that she’s been crying based on the sniffles from her end. “I fucked up Chris.”

My heart drops.

“go faster Matt!” Fuck. “What happened, I need you to tell me what you did!” I don’t mean to yell, but I’ve never been more scared in my life.

“I don’t want to die…” No. This isn’t real. It cant be.

“You aren’t going anywhere, I promise.” I quickly turn to nick and tell him to get 911 on speed dial. “Please just keep talking to me, I need to hear your voice.”

Matt breaks multiple laws in an attempt to get home, but I don’t notice. My whole focus is on keeping Y/N talking. When we get home we all rush upstairs.

“Nick, go sit in the loft.” He looks offended when I say it. “She wouldn’t want you to see her like this, I don’t think she’d ever forgive me if I let you.” He stays where he is. “Please Nick!” My voice cracks as I say his name. He leaves with tears In his eyes.

“Matt I need you to get the first aid kit from under her bed, it should have everything I need.” With that I open the door to the bathroom.

the scene in front of me is like something straight out of a horror film. I can’t even tell where the blood is coming from. I immediately rush to her side.

“I’m so sorry… I tried to distract myself, I promise.” She’s rambling, but I don’t mind. I’m trying so hard not to cry, but she looks so pale.

“don’t apologize, I’m not mad, nobody is mad” it doesn’t stop the tears, she’s still a sobbing mess beneath me.

Matt returns with the kit, clearly distraught. “It’s okay Matt, it doesn’t look like she needs stitches.” He looks frozen in place, and his breathing is erratic. Shit. “Go sit with nick… she’s going to be okay.” After a few moments he finally pulled himself out of the doorway.

by the time I’m done cleaning her up, Y/N’s tears have dried up. “You don’t need stitches…” I stare at the deep lines that run across each wrist. “But it would make the scars smaller, do you want to go to the hospital?”

“NO!” She’s shaking her head violently. “Please don’t make me go, they’ll take me away again!” I can see the tears forming again.

“ok, we don’t have to go.” I grabs the butterfly bandages, and start pulling the skin together, before tightly wrapping it with gauze. She’s more covered in gauze wrapping than actual clothes at this point. I carry her to my room and get her changed, before taking her to the loft.

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Y/N’s POV

Chris changed me, being very gentle around my gauze, and then he set me down on the loft couch next to Nick and Matt. I hear him mumble something about them staying with me while he cleans up.

I can see the relief in Nicks eyes when he sees that I’m alive, Matt just locks eyes with me and leaves. I never meant to upset him, but I can’t seem to find the tears for it right now. I fall into nicks chest and he just holds me.

I tell Nick everything. The relapse. The fake dating ruse. The fact that I really do love Chris.

He just tells me that it’s okay. He promises me that he’s not mad.

Once Chris is done cleaning the bathroom floor, he takes me to lay down in his bed. He’s so gentle when he snakes his arms around me, careful not to hit my arms or legs.

“I told Nick…” he just stares into my eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to love me anymore, there’s no point in lying anymore.”

“who said I was pretending?”

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 18. behind closed doors

chapter tags/warnings: mentions of sex. infidelity/adultery. misogynistic! naoya. manipulative undertones. strong language. classism. heavy angst.

word count: 3.2k

notes: there was a lot dished out in the last chapter, aha! i promise that the storyline's background will get elaborated on in the following chapters. also, this chapter is posted just as jjk season 2 is on schedule for release! so excited to see our man toji and the iconic sashisu trio in full action. likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply appreciated. xoxo

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“Leave me alone, woman!”   

Those were Naoya’s words as he pushed you aside from the foyer, beyond aggravated that—on the one evening he sought a reprieve from his apartment—you followed him to the door, interrogating him on his whereabouts. In his honest opinion, you had no business sticking your nose into his personal matters.  

He thought he had made his intentions clear that other night, when you first confronted him about his infidelity: that there was no love in his marriage with you, that he had long promised his heart to someone else, and—the most important bit—that he would not meddle into your affairs so long as you did not meddle with his.  

These past few weeks, he had completed his part of the promise. At the very least, you should give him credit for the many evenings he spent pounding his thick semen deep into your warm core, ensuring that not a drip would be wasted.

The thought may have been in vain, but you were sure that you were winning your husband back. 

Sure, Naoya Zenin was by no means a big cuddler. Instead, he was the type to mumble a terse ‘good night’ after he had gotten his own orgasm, tossing over to his side of the bed as he slapped your thighs one last time. 

But tonight was when you realized that Naoya had never changed at all. 

With nothing but a nightgown, you chased after his fast paces. “Then, will you be home in the morn—” 

“Know your place before you speak,” he countered impatiently, not showing the slightest worry for the way your lower lip trembled. With great irritation, he ignored your frozen form, departing with one last comment that inflicted a thousand times more pain than any physical wound: “In the Zenin household, all you are is a fucking ornament.”  

In other words: pretty, nice, and ultimately useless.  

Which is how you ended up suffering alone, all the bottled-up torment gushing out the very moment Naoya disappeared past the front door. 

Truthfully, you were not sure how long you had been sobbing, shaking, and crying. As the tears that blurred your vision cleared into a puddle by your feet, you stared into a nearby mirror reflection. Sorrow etched into your features: vibrant eyes now dull and cheeks with remnants of cascading tears.

What did you do to deserve this? 

Was this because you were the homewrecker to begin with? Was this your punishment for marrying a man who had already promised himself to someone else, for hindering the romance between your husband and his true lover? 

Naoya’s secret girlfriend, not his lawfully wedded wife, was whose existence had carved a special place in his heart. But you?    

No, you were just his toy, a ragdoll to be tossed to the side once he was done and tired. 

If only you weren’t so selfless. Your life would have been easier if you cared less about being a people pleaser and instead prioritized your mental well-being. 

But Naoya had made a point. His father Naobito and your father Daisuke had spent months arranging the marriage details, determined to solidify the relations between two of Japan’s most influential households.  

‘We wouldn’t want them finding out about our part-time flings, now would we?’ 

Weeks later, these words from your husband still echoed fresh in your head. Naoya was right, he and you were married for a reason. Although he had long been devoted to another woman and you had secretly indulged in various extramarital ventures, your vows to each other had been pledged in a ceremony that graced television screens and magazine covers. Renouncing the marriage and subsequently disclosing the reasons would not only leave you both falling from grace but also begin an ugly feud between families too powerful and dignified to see themselves lose. 

At this point, there seemed to be no solution to your marriage, nor did you desire one.

With this, anyone could tell you desperately needed someone who would listen to your anguished thoughts. You needed someone who would empathize with your frustration and your sentiments. You needed a therapist.  

Perhaps...a sex therapist.

Suddenly, you remembered. Mind in auto-pilot, you traveled toward the unit's walk-in closet, connected to the master bedroom from the side. With so many handbags on display, you nearly forgot about this one Goyard tote placed toward the bottom had it not been for the very important business card you had left inside. 

You rummaged through the purse and fished a thick black badge from an inner pocket.   

Dr. Toji Fushiguro.   

Delicately, your fingers traced the name etched in graceful and golden strokes, seemingly flowing over the card’s sleek surface. Your last encounter with Toji, that one evening in Teyvat, didn’t end prettily. How you now wished to apologize to him, to tell him that he was right, that he had always been right—about how you had deserved better, about how Naoya could never truly like you, and about how you should have been considering a divorce long ago.  

When the scattered light from above played upon the card, your eyes were drawn to the embossed numbers below his office’s address.    

What if...you called him? 

No, you really shouldn’t. Toji could not be burdened with your internal agony. Not at this late night hour.

But if your own therapist Toji wasn’t the one to talk to, then who would that be?    

You abhorred how you were alone with your thoughts and, surely, no one else—not your father, and definitely not your husband—would want to deal with your emotional turmoil. 

So, you decided.  

Grabbing your phone from the tabletop, you dialed the number, the sound of each digit pressing against the screen echoing in the quiet room and your nerves dancing in tandem with anticipation as the phone started to ring.  

What if Toji didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Besides, you did just depart suddenly and angrily the last time you had seen him. Honestly, you could still back out from this call if you wanted to. Maybe the better decision would be to sit in your own discomfort and try to figure out the solution yourself rather than— 

“Good evening, you have reached Dr. Toji Fushiguro’s line after hours. How may I help you?” 

Wait, who was this? 

For a moment, panic crashed upon you. Interacting with strangers was never your strong suit, but there was a familiarity to the enigmatic timbre that hummed on the other line. The first and last time you dialed Toji’s number, his son had picked up, giving your call a very awkward start. Whoever picked up this time was not the teenage boy, however, and you pursed your lips in an attempt to identify the mystery man.    

“Geto...?” you murmured when the realization struck.  

Upon recognizing your voice, the said man paused briefly, likely surprised to hear from you but moreso bothered at the shakiness in your tone. 

“Hey, are you alright?” 

“Can you please,” and you stopped. 

With floodgates bursting, you melted onto the floor with a choked sob, clutching your nightgown to ground yourself. Gosh, you had to stop sniffling if you ever wanted to finish your sentence. What a mess you were, your syllables punctuated with shaky inhales. 

“Can I please talk to Toji?” 

When the line fell silent once more, your heart raced. Only when the words fell from your mouth did you realize how offensive you may have sounded. After all, Geto had mentioned that Toji was off the clock, and what was wrong with confiding in him? 

“Sorry!” you half-yelped and half-choked, grateful that no one else could see the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Sorry, Geto! I’m certain that you’re a wonderful therapist too and would be an amazing person to talk to, but—“   

“Send me your address. I’ll pick you up shortly.” 

And Geto was true to his word.  

Within fifteen minutes, a Porsche Cayman turned into your street, the vehicle’s yellow exterior gleaming from the street lamps before slowing to a stop not too far from your apartment building’s entryway.    

From the curb, you could peer inside from the windows, seeing Geto in the driver’s seat. He slicked his long hair back, the strands bunched up with an elastic with stray tufts resting behind his neck. He smoothed his top—a Hawaiian shirt with pink pineapple prints (just how many button-ups like these did he have?)—and rolled his window down completely.

Geto threw one arm out to greet you with a wave and then, with his chin, gestured toward the empty shotgun seat.  

“Get in.” 

Compliant, you wrapped around the bumper before getting inside. The interior was a creamy leather, leaving you to sink into the material that wrapped around your weight like warm water. 

The moment your seatbelt clicked into place, you were suddenly pulled toward the side in one swift motion as Geto tucked his fingers below your chin and lifted your head.  

His lips.

Upon turning towards him, the first thing on Suguru Geto that drew your attention was his lips. Plush. Smooth. Lightly parted as though they invited you to explore the mischief within. 

A dangerous expedition, that would be.

You realized you had never seen Geto up close before, mere centimeters from him such that his breaths fanned hotly across your cupid’s bow. He had a nice jawline too, not to mention defined cheekbones that blessed him with strong features rolling against his softer angles. When an unexpected glint caught you off-guard, your gaze shifted to the silver piercings that adorned each brow. Edgy. You liked how the metal accentuated his natural arches, shining when headlights from passing cars shone into the vehicle.  

When he blinked, you then turned to his eyes, and goodness—you met the most intense inky pools that could ever peer into your soul.

How long had he been looking at you like that? Why did he look at you like that? With those insanely dark depths that swam with so much curiosity that you almost wished you hadn’t looked at him to begin with.

Almost. Almost wished.   

Thankfully (or not), Geto averted his gaze first. He inspected you instead, gently wiping at a small black-tinted streak near your chin, his brows pinching as concern tugged his handsome features.  

“Been crying?” Geto prodded. Of course, he noticed the glassy film that shone on your pretty eyes, the puffiness that dabbed your warm cheeks. When you did not immediately reply, he brushed a warm thumb over your lower jaw. “Listen, cupcake. You may not know this about me but...” he paused, the usual glimmer in his sharp eyes darkening into a chilling stare. “...whoever did this to you, I will fuck them up.” 

At his offer, you forced a sad smile. 

“Nobody,” you lied. Geto had already had taken the time to comfort you with his presence at such a late hour, and he could not be burdened with the pitiful details involving your marriage. “Just some personal stress with—” 

“It was Naoya, wasn’t it?” 

Just hearing your husband’s name left you frozen, your heart suffocating in pain. “Was...it obvious?”  

As the man clicked his tongue, he brought his hand up again. He brushed a few strands away from your face, tucking them loosely behind your ear with lithe and tattooed fingers, your earrings swaying softly with the movement.  

“I see lonely eyes like yours more often than I’d like,” he explained, expression sullen.

While you had once registered Geto as outrageous and unscrupulous upon your first encounter, you were starting to realize that he was—in fact—incredibly empathetic. 

"You do?" you asked quietly.

At the question, he pushed his lips to one side and sat up straight, placing his hands on the steering wheel so that he could idly drum his fingertips on the surface.  

“Everywhere. I see those hopeless and confused gazes everywhere,” and his tone was melancholic as he started a list, “Clients in sex therapy because their partners can’t satisfy them, clients in sex therapy even if their partners  can  satisfy them. Don’t even get me started on some unfortunate patients I’ve seen from the hospital’s OBGYN department when I work there.”  

Given Geto’s carefree nature, you had forgotten that he had mentioned his work in the medical field before, and you let silence hang in the air while you quietly contemplated the emotions Geto must encounter as a practitioner across various disciplines. 

Noticing the resulting sigh from your lips, Geto relented. He really wasn’t the type to poke his nose into other people’s business, anyway. 

“Listen, you don’t have to say more if you don’t want to,” he offered, easing the silence by re-adjusting his rearview mirror. “I get that. I respect your privacy.” 

When the engine rumbled to a start again, you peered over your shoulder. “Then, where are we going?” 

After such a somber discussion not long ago, Geto’s lips twitched upward, appreciating how comical you could be. 

What a silly question, he must have thought.  

“To the one man who can understand your situation better than anybody.” With his left hand, Geto signaled right to pull away from the sidewalk, his indicators blinking against the road. "You were the one who wanted to see him, no?"

You twiddled with the wedding band on your finger, a habit you have yet to drop. "I thought Toji wasn't working now."

"He's not. Usually, I'd handle any late-night emergencies for him, but I'll take you to his place instead."

"Oh." That did not make you any less anxious. "So, he knows I'm coming over then?"

"Nope," the therapist answered curtly, and he popped the 'p' in his response. "But, you know, just for you," and Geto shot you one last wink, "he would do anything."

Toji was not the 'broke motherfucker' that Sukuna had once made him out to be. 

What broke motherfucker lived among Tokyo’s tallest residential skyscrapers?  

As the Porsche slowed upon arrival, you craned your neck to gaze at the colossal structure, which was no normal residential building for Japan’s middle or lower classes. Rather, this was an extravagant premise clearly tailored for—not even the nouveau riche—but for the descendants from old, old money.

While Geto pulled into the entrance's porte cochère, y ou had to ask, "This is where Toji lives?" 

How his colleague was able to afford such a luxury in the Minato Ward, the most expensive neighborhood in not only the Japanese capital but also the entire country, was beyond your knowledge. You glanced over at the vehicle's infotainment system at the center, which—according to Google Maps—indicated in bold lettering that your destination was, in fact, to the left.  

You glanced up again, the high rise making you feel like an ant in Disneyland. "Sure you didn't take me to the wrong address?" 

Shifting the gear to park, Geto nodded assuredly. "A hundred and ten percent positive."  

"But then," you turned toward him in your seat, "Sukuna called Toji broke? Toji could not afford this if he was broke." 

At first, Geto lifted a brow in confusion. But as the words sank in, his fingers traced along the wheel as he chuckled. "Ah, that. Toji just isn't where he could possibly be." 

"Could possibly be?" you repeated. 

He hummed, looking ahead. "Longest story, honey.” He sat back in his seat, toying with his man bun in thought. "Shouldn't be a tale for me to tell anyway."  

Your mind might have buzzed with curiosity, but you conceded. Whether Toji wanted to reveal his private matters was not something for his colleague to decide. 

"Look," Geto pointed beyond the shotgun seat window, "the footman's here." 

Following the direction of his gaze, you glanced behind you to see someone approaching the car. With white-gloved hands, the attendant opened the door in one controlled swing, waiting patiently and wordlessly for you to disembark. Half-expectantly, you waited for Geto to get off as well, but he shook his head.

"I can't stay here," he informed and pointed to a nearby signage. "I can only drop you off because I can't leave my car here for too long. Besides, I've got plans." 

"You do?" That should not surprise you. Didn't Sukuna mention that Geto had something going on with, what was her name again, Shoko? Wasn't she, like, his girlfriend or—

“Work,” he replied, reminding you that he was the therapist on call tonight. He then turned to the footman beyond the door, ducking slightly so that he could catch the escort's gaze. “This young lady is here for the Fushiguro residence.”  

“Of course.” The footman offered a warm grin, stepping back to gesture you inside. “Right this way, Mrs. Fushiguro.” 

Mrs. Fushiguro?!  

The misplaced designation really shouldn’t have caused your heart to flutter as much as that did, but you could feel your entire body grow warm, hoping that no one could notice how you broke into a flustered sweat. 

“Ah, I’m not—”  

“Thank you for taking care of her,” Geto interrupted with an impish smile, his eyes crinkled into mischievous half-moons. Oh, he found this funny, didn’t he? He tipped his head to the side, and he waved. “Have a wonderful evening.”  

“Hey! I—” How dare Geto leave you like this? 

Yet, with the footman already heading back inside, you could not finish berating him, instead focused on scurrying after the steward’s long strides like a squirrel.  

Once at the entrance, the heavy glass doors parted automatically, and the lobby inside must be a whole other world. Fresh blooms nearby welcomed you with their sweet perfume as a staff member behind the concierge desk acknowledged your presence with a slight nod, a gesture you shyly returned. Meanwhile, the marble floors clicked to your footsteps as scones along the walls washed the vicinity with cozy hues, plush armchairs to the side offering a small sanctuary. Living amongst such splendor yourself, the sheer elegance in this space was not anything new, but what you were marveled by was the fact that the Toji Fushiguro lived here? In this very building?!

“The elevators are over there, madam,” the footman called when he must have noticed your stupor. 

You blinked rapidly, otherwise not noticing that you were headed in the wrong direction. “Oh.”  

He led you down one grandeur hall, scanning a card at various security checkpoints to allow you through. Upon reaching the elevator bank, he pressed a button at the dispatch screen, and the rightmost door opened with a number on a dashboard indicating that the lift was headed to the forty-ninth floor.  

Upon yourself stepping in, the doors slid to a close and offered one last view of the footman who had angled himself into a bow.

It was ridiculous how skittish you were as the elevator ascended, the Mozart tune from the overhead speakers doing little to calm your nerves. When the doors reopened a little less than a minute later, you were introduced to another warmly-lit corridor. The passageway itself had a design similar to the lobby floor except with one large abstract artwork centered across the elevators. 

At an incredibly slow pace, you neared the only door on the floor, the entrance’s deep dark mahogany surface looming over your much smaller presence. There was no turning back now, and you pushed the small glowing button at the side.   

There was no response. 

Of course, there wouldn’t be. You had only rung the bell ten seconds ago, but anticipation rushed to your fingertips. While holding your breath, you turned to your clicking heels.

You battled your body’s thrumming desire to flee and, just as the seconds seemed to stretch into hours, the door finally cracked open.  

Your gaze shot up.  

On the other side, Toji stood—silent and stunned. There were a million questions that you caught running across his murky emerald eyes, but a much-needed sense of relief embraced you as you met his familiar, comforting gaze, tears welling up at your lashes all over again.   

“Can...we talk?”

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[emeryhall]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Also, thank you to @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for asking me this question too! ❤️ Here goes...

Only Creatures (88K, E)

The fic I just completed. I think this is my best plot with the possible exception of, well, see below. In the middle, I felt like I had so many balls in the air, I was afraid I wouldn't catch them all, or at least not gracefully, but I think I managed it. I've been working on my plots hinging on character choices. They walk through a door, the door shuts behind them, they cannot re-open it, and they change. I feel like I finally got it with this fic. And then there was the morning I woke up to find that @artsyunderstudy had drawn art for chapter 5 and my heart exploded. Except she kept drawing art and every time, I got to see my words come to life in the most beautiful way imaginable. Oh, oh! And then @monbons sewed me a little wings & tail Simon doll and Baz in his PJs, and I adore them ❤️❤️

Blood Sugar Sex Moony (63K, E)

The other contender for best plot. I think this is possibly my most creative fic. Sirius and Remus are both canon-compliant guerrilla soldiers from 1981 AND a goth-boy and star quarterback at a SoCal high school in the mid-90s. I wrote it for the 2023 @rsbigbang, which finally narrowed the wolfstar community down to a small enough group that I could make friends! It's also how I met @euripidestrousers who shaped this fic into what it became. And I was lucky enough to get the amazing artist @spikesteaseasalt as its illustrator.

A Little Bit Deadly (49K, E)

Derek Jeter. Need I say more? This fic was my introduction to the Carry On fandom, and that is reason alone for it to be one of my favorites. Y'all are a beautiful community of people who have been so kind and enthusiastic and welcoming. I'm delighted to be a part of you. ❤️ This fic was another one where I woke up from having posted the last chapter and found that @letraspal had made art - ART! And then she kept making art, including the glorious Mr. June. Derek Jeter was modeled on my amazing orange chonk who died, and every time I see Annie's drawings of him, it makes me cry a little. I feel like he gets to live on in this fic and Annie's art.

The Space Between (34K, M)

This is the first fic I wrote, having read absolutely zero fanfic. It was tagged entirely wrong, had a terrible summary, and only three kudos for, like, ages. But I had one enthusiastic reader who left me the kindest comments about my writing, and since then, it's gained its handful of fans who don't mind a little sadness. I still think it contains some of my prettiest writing, and I love the "behind the veil" space I created, which came out of my studies of Symbolist playwrights for my doctorate.

night after night, I let you eat me alive (8K, E)

Aka, my cannibalism fic. This one took me by surprise. I wrote this ridiculous short story because I needed a break from my Big Bang fic, then wondered if I should post it at all because I thought it was too out there. Happily, some of the RS/BB crew encouraged me because people love it. I love writing comedy, and I think this is the funniest thing I've written. But also, a sweet little fluffy love story - with a twist!

[sonderfairy]

So Chapter 150 is twice the length as a usual chapter because that’s been my tradition for the multiples of 50 (chapters 50 and 100 were the same), along with being a very important scene in the story.

Well that last part isn’t relevant to this post; basically, ever since I finished making that chapter, the pain in my wrists (that used to come and go) flared up and hasn’t gone away.

It was really bad for a few days and I couldn’t draw much at all. But over the past few weeks, the pain has appeared in different areas of my wrists. First it was the outside of both hands, then my right hand it’s been on the inside, and now has moved to both my thumb and below my pinkie. I still can’t put weight on my hands while bending them backwards for too long or it’ll get worse again.

I made a short comment about this in the authors notes of 149 (which goes up tmrw), but I’m going into more detail here ig to explain further.

More below.

I’ve already been using wrist braces, and now have compression gloves, which have been helping so far. I’m trying to be as careful as possible and not draw for too long at a time.

But ultimately, I’m trying to reduce the time it takes to draw chapters without sacrificing the art style too much. My lineartist has been a big help with this, so it pretty much comes down to my coloring and background work.

I want to deliver this story in a way that is still just as meaningful, and not feel cheap or rushed, but I also can’t afford to take a hiatus until season 1 ends later this year.

When planning the composition of panels, I’ll plan it so I can reuse old backgrounds as much as possible. The shading will also gradually get a bit more simplified—which has already been happening, but in a good way! It’s feeling a lot more crisp now.

Anyway I’m not really sure where I was going with this. If I had to end this with some kind of message, I’d say two things:

To aspiring comic artists: make sure whatever art style you use for your comic doesn’t have you drawing for 5+ hours in one sitting multiple days in a row. It won’t hurt at first, but over time it will. There’s no avoiding it. It’s just a matter of how long you can keep it up until it ultimately does.

To readers that understand how much work we do: the best messages of support are not the ones telling us we can take a break. While this is nice for those who only make comics as a hobby, it doesn’t really mean anything when it’s our job and pays our bills. In those cases, we can’t put it aside or take a break whenever we want. So instead, the best messages of support (at least for me) are ones that express appreciation for the comic/work, what you like about it, details you noticed, how much it means to you, etc.

Those sort of comments are the biggest reason I love creating and sharing TMP, and fuel my motivation to keep going. I love hearing how a character made someone smile, (or cry), or how they relate to something in the story.

So yeah, keep that shit up. While having wrist pain sucks ass, it’s worth it when I see how much joy my work adds to people’s lives.

[fall0utmind]

Hiiiii sooo, loved this chapter so much

Wanted to kill myself reading it but oh well

He has a message from Casey Stoner, telling him to keep his head up and to ignore the media, although his choice of words is a little stronger

Casey I love you, I hope we get to see more of him in the future

Stop playing games

Now, why was my first thought Uccio🤨

Alex is just glad he still has an older brother

What if I cry 😭

I love their bond sooo much

because Marc Marquez is synonymous with winning, it is his purpose and his destiny. If he is not riding, if he is not winning, he does not know who he truly is.

Yes, you are that bitch Next chapter better have his win🙄💅

(*cough*bikefucker*cough*)

(I'm gonna ignore the implications of the last sentence for my mental health)

Tell Dovi he’s a dick for stealing my thunder. Unfair advantage, he was already in the country. We’ll be there in a few hours

Maybe these 2 will do something so he doesn't think THAT bad of himself

Dovi, I love you, you have my heart(Aleix too, loved that scene)

Marc doesn’t look back, mind too preoccupied with the stewing self-loathing in his gut and the cloud of dark thoughts in his head. As such, he doesn’t see Pecco looming over the man who spat such vicious words at him, gesturing at security for him to be removed and permanently banned. He doesn’t see the older Italian glaring at Marc and Dovi’s retreating forms, a mixture of resentment and jealousy staining his features. He does, however, hear Valentino whispering that it’s not worth it, leading a distraught Pecco away, cracking Marc’s heart clean in two, once again.

Peccoooo, I love you, hope we get to see them interact more soon(will we sometime get the taxi scene?)

Also vale being vale

I love every fic where Vale is jealous over dovi It hits like crack every time

And of course the media being the worst as always 😒(maybe we can get him to see/hear some nice words from strangers pretty please 🥺)

In summary, this chapter made me want to kms but the fluff made it worth it

Can't wait to see where you take this story

Helllloooo, fancy seeing you here!!!

I feel like I don't know Casey well enough to write him! But I cam certainly try! Maybe in a spin off?

No comment on Uccio hehe

Marc was truly made for winning, but I cant say whether he will or not :)

So glad you love the protective vibes from Alex/Aleix/Dani/Dovi

I will say that they are the main sources of comfort in the coming chapters- especially the next one!!!

No taxi scene in this fic butttttt lots of Marcnaia interaction coming up!! They play a big role for me in this fic

You keep saying things that I've already written hahahaha! Imma leave it at that for what I'll say spoiler wise 🫶🏼

On a serious note, I know you're probably joking about wanting to kill yourself, but please do look after yourself! Especially if the fic is triggering for you! 🤍🤍.

Can always message me :)

[sweetlummie]

So Tired

Joel Miller x fem!reader

A/n: Hello everyone! I’m back with a vent piece. College has been kicking my ass as of late so yeah- Also not proofread so any and all mistakes are mine! Btw this story was made with both game and show Joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

Warnings: slight mentions of not eating properly and self-neglect

W/c: 767

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You were stressed and overwhelmed. On your last legs really. This week had been so hard on you, school, work, and your family stressed you to no end. All your free time away from college or work was spent on assignments. You didn’t even have time to be with your boyfriend anymore. Your sweet caring boyfriend with his southern charm and his readiness to help. Oh how you loved him. But recently you had begun an 8 week course in Geology and holy fuck was it killing you and it was barely the second week. You were at your wits end, you began losing yourself in all you had to worry about. You began withdrawing. You stopped being on socials, you hardly left your room, you barely ate. You had been doing your chapter 1 assignments and did a test which you bombed badly. You felt your eyes tear up as you shut your laptop in frustration. You felt so worthless and stupid. There was no way you didn’t understand a singular thing you read from the textbook. In your frustration you didn’t hear your home door open, revealing your most favorite person in the world.

“Hey darlin’.” He spoke softly, witnessing your mental breakdown. He quickly closed the door and wrapped his arms around you. “Hey baby, what’s wrong? Been textin’ ‘n callin’ ya for the past hour.. had me worried.” He drawled as you sniffled in his arms. “Sorry.. had my phone on ‘do not disturb’ to do my assignments…” you blubbered out as you continued to sob in his chest. “Thas okay.. glad you’re okay.. but what’s wrong princess? Why’s my baby cryin’?” He asked with concern as he moved his big hand to pet your head of wild hair. “Just.. stupid college.. stupid work.. stupid everything.” You grumbled which made Joel chuckle. “Poor baby. C’mon let’s go.” He said as he gently tugged you to your feet. “Where we goin’?” You asked him as you hiccuped. By now you had finished crying, the tears on your cheeks dry. “Goin’ to my place for a bit. You could use a break.” He smiled and you nodded as you followed behind him, grabbing your home keys to lock the door behind y’all as y’all left.

Once at Joel’s you plop down on his couch with a heavy sigh. He takes a seat beside your sprawled out limbs. “That bad huh?” He jokes which makes you scoff instead of laugh. “Yes!” You huff out. “It’s so stupid. I’m literally being torn apart in school and work and with my family it’s just impossible to breathe properly.. it’s so frustrating because I’m not so sure I even wanna finish college anymore.. and I can’t even tell my parents because I don’t wanna be a disappointment..” you began venting to your boyfriend. He simply nodded his head and remained silent, ever the good listener. When you finish spilling your guts to him he pulls you in his beefy arms. “There there princess. I can’t say much about this or say I feel the same but one thing I know for sure is that I’m proud of you. You work so hard and bust your ass, it’s very respectable. You could never be a disappointment and if they think so then fuck ‘em!” He exclaimed which made you chuckle. “And listen if you don’t wanna continue college and wanna break then that’s fine. I bet your noggin would really ‘ppreciate the break. I’ll support you in whatever you do mama.” Joel concludes as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. His words hit your heart so damn hard it made you cry. For so long you felt misunderstood and felt like a failure for having these emotions but Joel didn’t think so. Joel understood you and didn’t think less of you for it and for that you were so thankful this gem of a man was all yours. With a shaky sigh you looked up at him with watery eyes. “I love you.” Was all you could say as you pressed your lips into his soft ones.

For the rest of the evening you stayed in and watched movies. He even ordered pizzas for you both to enjoy. You really needed this moment, really needed this break, really needed him. You knew whatever life threw your way you’d be able to withstand it because you had someone as supportive as Joel by your side. You still were stressed with everything happening around you but it all felt more tolerable and doable with Joel’s arms around you.

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[crazyunsexycool]

The love we gave away.

Chapter 3

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: angst, mentions of character death, bit of soft Ransom, talks of teenage pregnancy

A/N: we find out the truth that the twins have been hiding! I know this has been kind of a slow start but I’m changing it up a bit next chapter and I’m excited for it! I also love writing a soft-ish version of Ransom first because I want to show that he is capable of it but there still is that asshole version that we might see soon!

Series Masterlist

“Who are you texting?” Teddy had poked his head into Abigail’s room to ask her something. Lately every time he looked over she was on her phone.

“Y/N.”

“Again? Don’t you get tired of talking to either of them?” Teddy asked as he walked in and sat down on Abby’s bed.

Abigail rolled her eyes as she finished typing out her message.

“No, because I want to get to know them. Y/N is really nice, you should give her a chance.”

“I already have a mom, thank you very much.”

“You’re so dramatic and for what?” Abby sat up to look at her brother. “Seriously, why are you so angry at them? Why are you angry all the time?”

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. Just don’t come crying to me when they want nothing to do with you. Again. Because that’s what’s going to happen, they’re going to realize they don’t want us around and tell us to leave them alone.”

Teddy got up and walked out, slamming the door in the process. Abby was left dumbfounded.

Their mom, Annie, knocked on her door and opened it only when she heard Abby’s faint ‘come in’.

“What was that about?” Annie sat down next to her daughter, who immediately laid her head on her mother’s lap.

“I don’t know. He’s being an ass.”

“Oh come on now honey, cut your brother some slack. These last few months have been hard for all of us.”

“I know but we just-“ Abby cut herself off before she mentioned you and Ransom. She was going to tell her mom but she wanted to find the right way to say it. Maybe even figure out if both her biological parents were going to stick around.

“Just what?”

“Just moved here. We only have each other and I want to be there for him but he just hates everyone and everything.”

“We’ll figure it out honey.” Annie kisses Abby’s forehead. “We always do.”

You had just gotten off the phone with another stylist to who knows which celebrity about a custom outfit for some red carpet event when Wanda sat down across from you. Before she would even say a word your cell phone dinged and you smiled as you replied.

“Ok, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Wanda asks. Her eyes narrowed in your direction.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you dating someone? From the way you smile at your phone I would think that someone has finally gotten your attention. Maybe that Drysdale guy?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?” She asked again. If there was one thing that Wanda was, it was persistent.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise me this will not leave the office. It’s a very serious matter.”

“Nothing leaves this office. I promise.”

“No one in my life now knows about this. But Ransom and I have known each other since high school. We actually dated from when we were 15 until we graduated.”

“Is that the big secret, you dated a guy? Thought it’d be more interesting like you got pregnant or something.”

You only stare at her and wait for the light bulb to go off.

“Oh my god. You got pregnant when you were a teenager.” She whisper yelled.

“Yup.” You nod before you go into the details of the pregnancy and the subsequent issues. Wanda was glued to her seat, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted from all the gasping and comments she made and questions she asked.

“Wow, Y/N I’m so sorry you went through that. So what does that have to do with the texts and you being so happy?”

“You remember the kids that showed up about two weeks ago?”

“Yeah.” She gasped again as she covered her mouth with her hand. “They're your twins?”

“Yeah. Their mom gave them the letters I had written to them. Then they found a partial address and they found their way here.”

“This is crazy. So what now?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “We got together for lunch a week ago. Ransom came all the way from Boston to meet them. Abigail is more open to having a relationship with us. Theodore though, he seems so angry. I don’t know why but I can understand it must be hard for him to come to terms with everything. I’d like to officially meet their parents though and make sure they’re ok if we stay in contact. To have them in my life in any way would just be�� wonderful.”

“I’m sure everything will be alright. And if you need anything I’m here for you.”

“Thank you Wanda.” You smile at her.

“Now I’m sorry to burst the bubble but we need you on the main floor.”

“I’ll be right out.” You say as your phone dings again.

Wanda smiles as she watches you type away happily on your phone. You’ve known each other for seven years now with her being your assistant for six of them. Never in her life had she guessed that you had to go through something like that. But you weren’t one to really talk about your past. This new revelation however made her understand why you tended to push people away, even when you were struggling with loneliness. Wanda steps out of your office giving you a few more minutes of privacy as she steps back into the main floor.

“This is a nice surprise. What’s the reason for the visit, Ransom?” Harlan asked as he looked up at his grandson.

Ransom plopped down on a chair across from his grandfather. A drink in his hand from the small bar cart that was in the corner of the office.

“Has your uncle been giving you trouble at the office again?”

Ransom scoffs. “That asshole knows better than to try shit at the office.”

Harlan gives Ransom a disapproving look as he sets down his pen. He sat back, his elbows sitting on the armrests and his fingers interlaced in front of him. Ransom normally came to visit on Sundays so Harlan was curious as to why his grandson was there on Thursday.

“So what’s going on?”

“I wanted to visit you today since I won’t be here Sunday.” Ransom shrugged.

“Oh? Where are you going to be?”

“New York.” Ransom sits up now, this situation with you and the twins had been weighing on him since the first meeting. He couldn’t go to his so-called friends because they weren’t those kinds of friends you could talk to.

“This is the second time you’re going to New York in a month and you don’t even like New York. You’re not going to go partying, are you Ransom?”

“No, I’m actually going to meet someone.”

“A potential new author?” Harlan’s interest piqued. While he was an author at heart and had many best sellers under his belt, he also had the publishing company. He loved finding authors that had as much passion as him and helped them get their stories out there.

“No, I’m meeting Y/N.”

Harlan wasn’t able to hide the surprise on his face. It had been years since he’d heard Ransom speak about you. Only when he got really drunk and the rest of the family wasn’t around would he allow himself to speak of you.

“It’s been years hasn’t it? How did this come about?” Harlan was eager to know more about this meeting. The older man had always been fond of you. He could see the apprehension on Ransom’s face. His mind was busy as he tried to find the right words.

“The twins…”

Harlan was at the edge of his seat now more than ever. You and the twins had brought something out in Ransom he had never seen before. It showed him that the Ransom that knew love when he was a child was still there. That Ransom could be a better man than his father and even himself. But that story had yet to have an ending and Harlan could only hope Ransom would write himself a happy one.

“They found Y/N. She met them and she contacted me.”

“And you’re going to meet them?”

“I already did. About a week ago but I am going back to see them again.”

“You met them already? The first time you went to New York.” Harlan was practically speechless. He thought of those kids, his great grandchildren daily.

“Yeah,” Ransom said with a small smile, one his grandfather hadn’t in a long time. “You’d like them, they seem like great kids. Abigail, she loves your books. I may have promised her a signed copy of your next one.” Ransom sat up more, started speaking more animatedly. “Theodore though, he seems angry. Like he doesn’t want anything to do with us. I can’t blame the kid, I don’t think it'd be easy to find out you're adopted. But they seem to have a really good relationship.”

“And you plan on being in their lives?”

“I don’t know.” Ransom admitted after a while. He didn’t dare look at his grandfather, he’d been at the receiving end of disappointing looks most of his life he didn’t need to see another one.

“I think you want to. You wouldn’t have come here and told me about them if you didn’t.”

“I wouldn’t be a good influence on them.”

“Maybe they’d be a good influence on you. Did you ever think of that? Hopefully they take after their mother in that sense.”

Ransom just narrowed his eyes at Harlan.

“Don’t look at me like that. When you and Y/N were together you were happier. She showed you that you were worth loving and it made you better. What you went through, having to give up your kids, changed you. You were so angry at the world then, still are some times. But you have a chance to answer your own question.”

“What question is that?”

“If you’d be a better father than Richard. Maybe even a better husband, if things worked out with Y/N. Maybe if you gave each other a second chance.” Harlan said hopefully.

Ransom just shook his head and scoffed. You’d never give him a chance, not after the way things ended. Harlan waved his hand dismissively.

“That doesn’t matter now. Meet with them again. Give yourself a chance to realize that you are doing the right thing by getting to know them.” Harlan smiles at his grandson. “If all goes well I’d like to meet them. And I’d like to see Y/N again too.”

“Yeah, I’ll let her know.”

“Now go. I have a book to finish if I want to give my great granddaughter a signed copy.”

Ransom smiled at that. He could already see Abigail’s excited face as she saw his signature on the first page. He gave Harlan a quick goodbye and went home to pack for his long weekend.

The cab you’d taken to meet Ransom, Abigail and Theodore stopped in front of the restaurant everyone had decided on. It was Ransom’s suggestion and although you thought it was too high end for your taste Theodore actually seemed excited about it.

You pay your fare and head in and to the back of the room where the three of them were waiting for you. Abigail was right in the middle of a story about learning how to ice skate when you walked in. It was a balm into the still open wound in your soul. To watch Ransom interact with them, he was listening and putting all of his attention on her. The question popped into your head again. Would this be your life if you hadn’t given them up for adoption?

“Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Hey.” Abigail got up and hugged you, Theodore just gave you a small nod.

You sat down next to Ransom and bumped your shoulders with his.

“It’s about time. Were you caught up with your sewing?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to the twins. “So how have you been?”

“We’re good.” Theodore answered.

“Have you done anything around the city?”

“Not really, mom has been working extra hours.” Abigail gives you a sad smile.

There’s something about that statement that makes you want to know more about their parents but Theodore catches you off guard by telling you about some new video game he just got. You ask a few questions and you see him come alive with excitement, especially when he’s describing the graphics and the real life locations that inspired the video game.

****

You’ve just finished your appetizers and are talking about how busy you’ll be with work when Abigail and Theodore go quiet. You and Ransom had your backs turned slightly toward the main room so you couldn’t see what they were looking at. Before you can even turn around Abigail speaks up.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” She asks, looking extremely guilty.

You look at Ransom before turning around and looking at another woman approaching the table. She’s obviously a few years older than you. Her hair is black and in a bob, there are a few grays starting to appear. Her eyes are green and bright, a knowing smile on her lips. A rosy tint on her cheeks but underneath that you could see how tired she was.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She raises an eyebrow at Abby.

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

“You didn’t have to come, Teddy.” Abby replies.

“It’s ok, no ones in trouble here.” Annie says before turning her attention to you and Ransom. It makes you feel like you’ve been caught doing something bad. Both of you stand up and you reach out to shake hands with her. “You must be their bio parents. I hope so at least or else I’m going to have to kick someone’s ass. I’m Annie.” She jokes and it puts you at ease.

“I’m Y/N and this is Ransom and yes, we are their biological parents. May I ask, did you not know they would be here today?”

“I didn’t. I thought they’d be out exploring, like they said they would be.”

“So you lied to us?” Ransom finally spoke up as he looked at the twins. “We asked you to invite your parents and you said they were busy.”

“Ransom.”

“You lied?”

Both you and Annie said at the same time.

“Let’s take a moment. I’d like to have a word with you if it’s not too much trouble.” Annie looks at both you and Ransom.

“Yes, we’d love to talk to you. Why don’t we go somewhere more private?”

“The hotel I’m staying at is just a block away. We could go there.”

“Ok.” Annie nods. So the five of you leave the restaurant after Ransom graciously paid the bill.

****

“Order whatever you want.” Ransom tells Theodore and Abigail as he hands them the menu for room service before walking out to the balcony.

You and Annie sat opposite each other on a wrought iron table. Both of you were waiting for Ransom, who sat down beside you.

“So, where to begin?” Annie murmurs. “I had this whole conversation in my head. What I would say if I met you but now everything just seems to have completely erased from my mind.” She chuckles a bit. “I guess I want to start out by saying thank you. For having them and giving me the chance to be a mother. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for you.”

“One of the worst experiences in my life, having to give them up. Does it bother you? That they came looking for us?”

“Not at all. To be completely transparent with you, I knew that address was imprinted on the letter. I knew Abigail, being the curious child she is, would see it and want to know more. I’m glad she was actually able to find you and meet you.”

“Would you and your husband be ok with us being in their lives?” Ransom asked cautiously. That was the most important question and honestly he wouldn’t know what to do if she said no.

Annie gave you both a sad smile as you sat there hopeful that she’d say yes. There was no way either of you could go back to your lives knowing that they’re so close.

“I’d be more than ok with that. But there’s a few things you should know. The most important is about my husband. In a few weeks it will be a year since he passed away.” She reveals, a few tears escape her. You grab her hand gently in hopes of giving her some type of comfort. “It was a drunk driver, he blew right through the intersection and hit my husband on the driver's side. He was on his way to pick Theodore up from the skating rink. The weather had been bad and we told him he should stay home but he really wanted to go with his friends. He feels responsible for his dad’s death.”

“That’s why he’s so angry.”

It was more of a statement than a question. Annie nods as she takes a deep breath and you pull your hand back.

“He thinks that if he hadn’t insisted his dad would be alive. But the truth is my husband would have caved and taken him anyway. He couldn’t see those kids sad at all, spoiled them rotten.”

“We’re so sorry about your loss. This last year must have been difficult.”

“Yeah, losing my Danny, telling the kids the truth and then moving here. Away from all of their friends and family. It’s why I’m glad they found you. Although I wish you would have been in their lives sooner but I never got any sort of response from either of you so I was afraid of what could have happened.”

Her statement takes you by surprise. From your understanding it was a closed adoption. There was no way for you to have any type of contact with them. Annie sees the confusion on both your faces and clarifies.

“I had both of your addresses. After they turned one I started writing to both of you once a month and sending pictures of the kids. I wanted both of you to see that Teddy and Abby were being well taken care of and were loved. And maybe you would have wanted to be in their lives in some way, we could have said you were family friends or something. But when I didn’t receive a response to the birthday invitation for their fifth birthday I stopped.”

It felt like a sucker punch to the gut. All of these years when you wondered how they were doing and where they were you could have known. You looked away from Annie and focused on some building in the distance.

“We never received them.” Ransom says, the bitter tone in his voice sent a chill down your spine.

“Maybe the addresses were wrong.”

“They weren’t. You have to know,” you turn back to look at her. “That we didn’t want to give them up. We had no choice, our parents pressured us into putting them up for adoption. Now I am glad that they had you and your husband. You’ve done such a fantastic job with them.” It was your turn to give her a sad smile. “You should be very proud.”

“Thank you. I think this could be good for them. Getting to know you and all, now it’s out in the open. They were so bad at not saying anything it was kind of cute.” She smiles. “They’ve always been thick as thieves, those two.”

“We can see that. Even though Theodore seems like he doesn’t want to meet with us. He’d do anything for his sister.” Ransom adds.

The French doors that connect the balcony to the hotel room swing open. Theodore stands there with a scowl on his face.

“Will you stop talking about us as if we’re not right here?”

“Watch your tone.” Ransom snaps.

“Ransom.”

“Theodore.”

Both you and Annie called out respectively. It seems like Theodore gets his temper from Ransom. They’re both explosive and reactive when they feel like they’re backed up against a corner.

“What? It’s the truth. Why are you making decisions about us without asking us first?” Theodore defended as Abigail walked up behind him. She peeked over his shoulder and looked like she was ready to apologize for his antics.

“He doesn’t mean it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for him, Abigail. He has the right to feel the way he does.” You say softly, catching everyone off guard. Annie sends you a grateful smile. “Your mom was just asking if we were serious about staying in your lives. She’s just protecting you before we talk to you about it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then we’ll respect your decision.”

Ransom shot you a questioning look.

“We’ll give them what we wished we had, a choice.” You tell him and he looks away before nodding. “We leave it up to you. I would love to be in your life in whatever way you’d like. I don’t expect you to call me mom or anything like that. I just want to get to know you and for you to know that I’ll be here for whatever you need.”

“Me too.” Ransom adds.

“Well I already have parents so I don’t need you in my life.”

“Theodore, what has gotten into you. I’ve raised you better than that.”

“I have a dad, I don’t need another one.” Teddy is on the verge of tears. In an act that surprised everyone, especially you, Ransom reaches out and pulls Theodore into a hug causing him to start crying. “I don’t want to forget him.”

“You won’t kid. I could never fill his shoes and we aren’t trying to replace your parents. We just want to get to know you. We’ll be here for you no matter what.”

No one said anything for a few minutes. Abigail went to hug Annie and then she came to hug you. She had tears in her own eyes as she watched her brother breakdown. Theodore eventually pulls away and moves to give you a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

“It’s ok.” You move your hand up and down his back. “I just ask that you take your time and think about it. When you’re ready we’ll be here. We’ll accept whatever your choice is.”

Theodore pulls back and nods before stepping away from you.

“I think it’s best we get going.” Annie says.

“Yeah, ok. You can get our numbers from the kids. I’d like to stay in contact.”

“We’ll talk soon.”

Abigail hugs you both quickly before following Annie and Theodore out.

“That’s was a fucking rollercoaster.” Ransom says as soon as you’re alone.

“Yeah.”

“I’m getting a drink, do you want one?”

“I don’t drink.” You say as you follow him inside.

“You don’t?”

“No I don’t and you know why.”

Ransom looks over at you sitting on the couch as he pours himself some whiskey. Once he’s done he sits next to you and takes a big sip. You roll your eyes.

“You’re an ass, you know that.”

“I’ve been called worse by less important people.”

“And on that note, how are your parents?” You ask with fake interest.

“Just peachy. The spawn of satan just sold another property to some high and mighty piece of shit. And the spineless weasel is using her money to buy expensive gifts for his mistress.”

“You’re joking?” You look at him with disbelief written all over your face.

“Wish I was.”

“After that whole speech they gave us about being immoral and ruining the good name of the Thrombey family.”

“What can I say thimble? They’re not good at practicing what they preach. How are yours?”

“Alive I guess. I did my best to leave them in the past.” There is a beat of silence. “I bet he still has those letters.”

“Knowing Linda she probably burnt mine.”

“Let’s never be like our parents.” You mutter.

“If they’re the ones that set the bar on parenting we can only go up, thimble.”

“That’s the fucking truth.” You turn your head to look at him. “I’m proud of you by the way.”

It always caught Ransom off guard to hear that anyone was proud of him. In this instance he was unsure why.

“You handled the situation with Theodore better than I thought you would. Little rough start but you got there.”

You smile when you see his cheeks go pink. It was easy to make Ransom blush and it was your favorite thing to do. It reminded you of when you were younger and neither of you had really figured out what you meant to each other. Whenever you complimented him or said anything nice in general he would blush just like he is right now.

“I should get going. Fingers crossed they want to keep seeing us.” You say as you get up. Ransom follows you to the door and says his goodbyes.

“Fingers crossed.” He repeats.

This whole situation reminded Ransom why he didn’t do relationships. It was honestly killing him to have his heart exposed like that. He did his best to hold back and act as if it wasn’t that important but it was. One meeting. That’s all it took for him to be wrapped around their fingers. Waiting to find out what they wanted was going to be excruciating but he’d endure it. For them and for you. He’d do anything for you too.

“So what are you two thinking?” Annie asks as she closes the front door of their house.

Teddy just shrugs his shoulders as he looks anywhere but at her. Abby has her gaze averted and staring at the floor of the living room.

“You can tell me the truth. I promise I won’t feel bad about it.”

“I really like them. They’re nice.” Abby admits. “I’ve been texting with them a lot. Mostly Y/N. About her job, she’s a fashion designer and she gets to dress all of these celebrities.”

“Does she know you want to go into fashion too?” Annie asks as she takes a seat on the couch.

“I couldn’t tell her. I don’t want her to think I’m using her for something, but I guess it’s nice to know where I get it from.”

“You mean you don’t get your sense of fashion from me?”

Abby smiles and shakes her head.

“I’ve been begging you for a while to let me redo your wardrobe and you won’t do it.”

“And I never will because I happen to be a snappy dresser.”

“That’s the problem mom, you should be sleek and stylish not snappy.” Abby informs her.

“I’ll think about it. What about you?”

“I don’t know.” Teddy shrugged his shoulders again.

“How are you feeling after today?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “I’m gonna go lay down for a while, I feel like I’m getting a headache.”

“Ok sweetheart. We’ll talk later.”

****

In his room Teddy pulls out his phone and dials Ransom’s number before he could change his mind.

“Hey kid. Everything ok?” Ransom asks cautiously.

“Yeah. I mean I don’t know… everything just feels messed up right now.”

“What can I do to help?”

“I don’t know.” Teddy sniffles. “I just feel responsible for them, you know. Like I have to be the man of the house. I don’t want mom to feel bad if I want to hang out with you and Y/N.”

“I don’t think she’ll feel bad, kid. She seemed happy that we got to meet. If it makes you feel better she’s more than welcome to join us any time we get together.”

“Mom is like that. She puts on a brave face and acts like everything’s alright. But when she thinks no one will know I hear her crying.” Teddy sniffles as he opens up to Ransom more. “She already lost dad. I don’t want her to think she’ll lose us too.”

“Never. We would never get in the way of your relationship with your mom. To be honest I wish I had a mom like her, she seems like one of the good ones.” Ransom confesses.

“She is. Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” Ransom chuckles. “What is it?”

“Did you mean it? Everything you said earlier?”

“Absolutely, without a doubt.”

“Do you…” Theodore hesitates.

“Do I what?”

“Do you regret having us?”

“No.” Ransom says quickly. “Loving your mother, Y/N, and having you is the only good thing I’ve ever done. Never ever doubt that. The choice we made was in hopes of giving you something neither of us had which was a happy and loving family. And before you say anything, yes we loved each other and we love you. But we just couldn’t take care of you the way you deserved.”

“Ok.” Theodore says after a beat of silence. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright, call me for whatever you need.”

“Bye Ransom.”

“Bye Theodore.”

Theodore hangs up and places his phone on his bedside table and picks up the picture he has of him in his hockey uniform. His dad proudly stands beside him. He can only hope that his dad is proud of him now and that he’s making the right choice.

Ch. 4

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Last night i finished your Souls -Modern Loustat fic series and can't begin to tell how much i loved reading them coming back together, learning to love each other.

Some parts made me cackled (Lestat's tiktok shenanigans and his bickering w forever frenemy Armand) some part made me cry (when they were both trigger each other have a breakdown then have a session w Melody)

I can read 100 chapter still won't have enough of their newly blooming sweetness.

Thank you for writing these heartwarming storie🥺🩸❤️‍🔥

Can't wait to read again!

I hope you know that your comments make me smile and warm my heart.

My modern Loustat series is actually one of the first big things I chose to create in the fandom. Before that, I was only writing one shots but it's funny because the first part of the series began to write itself while I imagined Lestat in one of his favorite places; a Walmart. Hence the first moment of the series being loustat in a department store lol.

But then it morphed into something else, and this was relatively close to months after the season 1 finale, so we had no idea what would come of season 2 and what sort of state Loustat would be in when they reunited.

I loved writing them in the present. I loved writing them as grieving parents. I am proud I wrote Claudia as both haunting and comforting them and also opening up a new road for them to really be together. She was and always will be their child. Their loss. Their what ifs. I love that Lestat is a modern day rockstar. I love that he has therapy. That was a big deal to me.

But I just really love them and I originally planned out the next part but due to a lot of outside factors I wasn't able to write their wedding. I hope that inmay some day in the near future. I can see the loustat wedding very clearly in my mind. I can see it and I selfishly wanted to send them on a warm island grotto honeymoon.

Only time will tell.

Thank you for your sweetness. Your encouragement. Your kindness. Thank you for enjoying my writing, leaving these comments, and sending me these messages. Seeing them helps, especially when someone is going through something that makes it difficult to see the light most of the time. You are very much appreciated, and I hope to continue writing and have you enjoy it.

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Chapters 372, 373 comments

The comments were written as I was reading. I'll make another post with my overall opinion and analysis. These are live reactions 💕

Chapter 372

We’re starting with Nozel crashing down and Pablo coming to the rescue. CLASSIC. (Helena get over here and heal your husband please)

Thankfully Kahono and Kiato came in. I actually stumbled upon a post on twitter saying that BC mobile foreshadowed this a little, giving us both of them together. 

Moving on I love how they’re giving Noelle a way to fight. 

I’m really glad how Tabata’s showing us Acier’s spells. We didn’t really know about anything except her Valkyrie armor, so it’s great to see how they’re more “bird” related. 

Noelle and Acier are going all out. The fact that Acier is using water is interesting. Maybe it’s to show the similarities.

THE PANELS, THE ART. They’re amazing, we can see how dynamic this fight is and we can only dream how it will look animated.

Acier once again using an eagle and Noelle fighting her off with a dragon, amazing.

YES Solid and Nebra panels! They realise how powerful Noelle is and at the same time they’re terrified, they feel weak and we see them reflect on their actions, on their behaviour. 

I’m glad they realised their mistakes, but no you’re not wretched you were until you realised and tried to make it better.

They get inspired by their little sister and the inspiration trope goes on in BC.

Now once again the epic fight between Noelle and Acier. ART is at its peak here, the foreshortening, shadows, expressions.

And Acier nearly had her, but NEARLY, because SOLID my boy. 

I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you! I knew you had it in you!

Nebra fights as well! She’s terrified, but she’s not giving up! 

“It isn’t the weak who should be embarrassed. It’s the ones who STAY WEAK!”

YES YES EXACTLY

And they want to atone, want to make a fresh start and want to BECOME A FAMILY!.

All I ever wanted from BC was this last panel. 

Thank yous so much Tabata. The four of them. You made it so beautiful.

I’m extremely grateful I stuck around in the fandom to witness this.

Also hey Nozel you’re up and back in the fight!

Chapter 373

“Take care of the rest for us… SILVAS!!” 

I’m not sobbing guys, no not at all.

Nebra using her strength and covering everything so that they can talk.

Ohhh I love how the next panel kind of flashes back to when he said that she’s a Royal and she has to come protect the capital with him!

Same motifs everyone. Amazing.

Nozel is finally guiding Noelle and teaching her. I wonder what would had happened if he did that since the beginning, but well we’ll never know. Good he’s making up for it now.

Acier comes back and they need more time, Noelle needs more time for this attack. I know what’s coming. Nozel relaying on others! Character development.

“Big brothers exist to protect their siblings!!”

Nozel you’re making me cry 😭😭😭 I’m so proud of you. 

AND yes he’s changing his style, he’s learning, evolving. DEFENCE.

DAMN, so I saw that panel earlier… but I’m still looking… respectfully…

NEW SPELL, I already made Helena make dirty jokes about it… 😂

But honestly even though he looks exactly like the Silver surfer and he had that surfing scene in during the captains’ battle. I LOVE IT. 

And see guys Nozel has some lean muscle, my drawings and descriptions are accurate.

And he kind of got an armor.

I’m discontinuing simping right now.

He’s buying them time! They obviously worry, but how badass that is.

I love how determined Solid and Nebra are here. 

“Solid and I will support your spell!!”

YES Nebra! Good job girl!

They will help, they will support you Noelle.

Maintaining that spell does hurt. I head canon that Nozel has some immunity to his magic in a way that he can control it a bit from not hurting him, but nonetheless it is hurting him. Mercury is poisonous.

However he fights through it now, he goes against his mother, doing his best to buy time for his siblings.

Nebra and Solid have a hard time, it’s hurting them, but they don’t speak they’re focused and they will help her. On the contrary they tell her to push forward. Such amazing development. We can also see their repentance. They know they were wrong and they’re trying to make up for it in these crucial moments.

I saw this panel in @thoughtfullyrainynightmare’s colorings and I LOVE it so much! Nozel and his punishment are very dramatic. He looks so good here!!! (Simp mode is back)

However what he SAYS is so much more important, what he wishes to achieve. He believes in his goal, he will atone and be able to rebuild to heal the bonds in his family.

Okay this is going to be heavy. I just know it.

Noelle doesn’t want to hurt Nebra and Solid. 

CONFESSIONS

I knew it 

😭😭😭

I always head canoned that Nebra was jealous of that and now it’s confirmed. It’s so brave of her to confess it now.

Solid also was jealous, the same magic attribute and Noelle was just more powerful. He was scared, scared to be weaker than Noelle, which he ended up being (self fulfilling prophecy everyone).

But they are SORRY!

And this means to Noelle more than anything.

She charges her magic, as Nozel continues the fight! Spectacular.

(I haven’t red Jojo, but it’s a mojo looking panel) once again I’m so impressed by the movement and just how amazingly Tabata can show the action.

The spell crashes Acier’s eagle.

“It’s a shame, but I got to see my children all grown up and strong As a mother, I’m satisfied!”

Acier despite being an evil paladin is the one of the best mothers’ in BC.

She’s proud of them (me too girl me too)

“You took the long way round, but you’ve finally become a family, haven’t you?”

Yes they have.

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Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 12

"Dragen, can you tell us who did this to you? We know bad man have hurt you and made you do things you didn't want to do, so please tell us so we can go to the police." Emma asked me softly after my babbling about dragons and gestures to my tattoo on my back, I pout at her as I don't want to say anything but they already theorized about what happened.

"I know you don't want to say anything but won't you like to see your family again and put the bad guys in jail?" Takemitchy asked the question this time but before I could stop it tears run down my cheek at the mention if my Papa and Uncles.

"Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry." With his golden soft heart Takemitchy coos at me while handling the IV bag over to Emma and gently removes me from Draken's arms as he had frozen at the sight of tears rolling down my face not knowing what to do with a crying child on his lap so Takemitchy takes over, holding me against his chest and rubbing my back softly.

"Shhh, it's ok and you'll get to see you family again someday" Takemitchy let's me cry myself out as he uses the tissue Draken handed him to wipe my face of tears and snot, he also run his finger through my hair which helps me calm down a lot.

"There's no reason to tell the Po Po." I finally said once my crying fit is done which I'm now cuddling up again Takemitchy's chest as I like the feeling he's giving me, that of a mother dispite I already know he can be a mother hen but it's a different story when actually feeling it.

"Why is that?" Emma questioned as she leans closer to us making me give a sigh before hiding my face against Takemitchy's chest and mumbling my answer, Takemitchy leans his head down close to me to hear.

"My Papa is a bad man but I love him because he loves me and once he finds who had taken me away from him, they won't last long." Takemitchy freezes when hearing my words.

"Takemitchy, what did he say?" Draken asked when seeing him freeze.

"Uhm, he...he said that his dad is also a bad man..." Takemitchy trails off making the other two freeze.

"What do you mean that your Papa is a bad man?" Draken asked me softly wanting to know more and understand.

"Papa only had me for a bit before I was taken which one of the cleaning ladies was bad so I told on her to Uncle Mikey...." I trail off when realizing who's name I just said which also caused everyone in the room to freeze again at the name almost like it's taboo.

"You...you said Uncle Mikey but is he him?" Draken jumps out of his seat once the shock is over and went to grab something which I see is a picture of Toman, Draken points to Mikey in the photo to make sure I'm talk about the same person they're thinking.

"Uncle Mikey! You know Uncle Mikey! How! He looks so much happier there although he doesn't have his short white hair!" I smiled at the picture as I take it into my hands, it's the one with Takemitchy in it.

"Oh! You two are in it too!" I pointed Takemitchy and Draken out in the picture.

"Dragen..." Draken sighs as he gently retake the picture from me.

"Dragen, Mikey is a very important person to us.......and we miss him but.......he shut us out." Takemitchy trys to explain as he plays with my hair.

"Why he hiding?" I asked although I already know the answer.

"He....he wanted to protect us...from himself...he thought of himself as the big bad wolf." Takemitchy explains again like a fairytale.

"But he was nice to me although he looks a little scary." Takemitchy squeezes me a bit as Draken gives me a small smile at the comment.

"That's good" Draken said under his breath which I didn't catch although we're sitting close together.

"So your Papa....." Emma trails off not knowing how to word it as she doesn't know if my Papa works for him or Mikey work for my Papa.

"Uncle Mikey is boss" I smiled as Takemitchy unconsciously started to lightly bounce me on his lap which I snuggle deeper into him with a small contented sigh, I give a large yawn as I started to feel tired

"You sleepy?" Takemitchy coos at me as he shifted me in his hold to lay down.

"Yeah" I yawned again as I stretched a little before moving as close as I can to Takemitchy with my eyes drooping.

"You got your tummy all full and wasted a bit of energy talking to us, so I say that you are." Although I'm not use to it and a little uncomfortable with it at first but I'm coming around to liking Takemitchy mothering and cooing, knowing he had big heart and love kids this doesn't come surprising to Draken and Emma when seeing him mothering me. He holds me as tightly as he can without hurting me as my eyes close shut but I'm not that fast asleep not to hear.

"It's so shocking to finally to hear something about Mikey after all these years but I wish it wasn't from a child." Emma sadly whispered to the two still hold up my IV drip and bag as I can feel Takemitchy's hand gently rubbing my back.

"Yeah but if he says is right as his father then Mikey is......." Emma trails off not wanting to say or believe about Mikey being on the wrong side of the law.

"I'm just glad he's doing alright." Draken sighs which is the last things I hear before falling asleep fully.

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[queen0fm0nsterz]

I saw you post about Seafarers, but to me, your finest work will always be Fifteen Notes to You, reread all of it the other day and... yeah, it still hits like a fucking bullet train.

I genuinely don't think it's possible to capture Mono's descent into insanity better than you did here. It reminds me a little of The Last Weekend from the anthology Inside no.9, in that, you know, both from the story itself and the context it exists in, that it won't have a happy ending, but the humanization of the characters just forces you to cling to hope that something will go right. But that rarely, if ever, happens in The Nowhere.

FNTY... Now THAT'S a name I haven't heard in years...

Thank you so much!!!! I'm super grateful to see folks still enjoy my old stories :)it seems to be the general consensus even among my friends that FNTY is the best complete fic I've put out. Reading thru the comments, I remember one of a person who told me that it made them cry - and the comment made ME cry LMAOOOOOOO😭

I'm very proud of it myself as it was not only my first published fic, but my first multichaptered fic I ever completed as well. Though I am a slow writer (SEAFARERS CHAPTER 5 IS IN THE WORKS😭), for FNTY it was never because I had excessive trouble figuring out what to put on paper - especially never when in regards to the letters themselves. The most troubling parts were the in betweens, funnily enough.

Mono and Thin Man come very naturally to me when writing. I think it may be because I tend to interpret them as having very big feelings... like myself, I guess. And since the story itself is short, I suppose that I managed to make the thing itself feel like there are many big feelings in a tiny box. I will admit I got emotional myself a couple of times... then went on to edit like nothing was wrong LMAOOOO like this is how I looked writing and then editing vvv

For Seafarers, the emotional payoff has yet to come, and it will be different -- considering we have World's Most Emotionally Constipated Woman and Our Strongest Soldier (the PTSD has yet to hit because she's still actively experiencing the horrors) as the protagonists this time.

Six and the Lady are both considerably harder to write for me. I had my chance to write the Big Feeler at the very beginning because the stakes there were skyrocketing from the getgo, but now things have gotten considerably more... silent. The feelings are there but they're all kept in. OUGHHHHHHHHH

I also can't wait to introduce more stuff; I've been writing down concepts for shadow magic and powers, how the Maw works, the various things the Lady of the Maw has to look after to keep it afloat... and the Ladies. Look, I'll say that I'm really happy with what I'm doing with Teapot and Rascal. And with Teapot in general. I really like the characterization I pulled out of my ass LMAOOOOOO and the DESIGN... ok so I'm willing to share a couple of the Teapot's I've doodled

(She's genuinely very silly [read: sick in the head]... i gave all the Ladies some nice additional details because. Ik the point is that they all look very similar but I love designing outfits fuck it this is MY au i do what I want)

So right now I have a suspicion that Seafarers will hit better when it's finished and can be read from beginning to end. Since it's longer (I plan it to be... around 15 chapters? A bit longer if the events require it to be.), there will be more time to let the stuff brew until it reaches its climax as intended.

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Night Changes

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Night Changes” by One Direction.

Summary: Aurora spends time with her family, while Maverick is having a hard time letting go. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: My posting schedule is slowly sporadic. I've been on a week long trip enjoying my time out of the house. Also since summer is coming up, that means Top Gun summer! I feel a bit disconnected from the fandom lately, but I’m back and ready to keep writing! I hope you enjoy this fluffy chapter.

Shoutout to my best friend, beta reader, and editor, @reginleight 💛

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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“Mom! Dad! Over here!” Bradley calls out to his parents in the busy airport.

Today, the twins and Bradley were picking up Carole and Goose. The last she had seen them was around Peyton and her graduation. Of course she would still call them and send letters from time to time, but this was the first time in a while since they were all reunited in person.

“My Brad Brad!” Carole cries, as she comes over and hugs Bradley tightly. Bradley chuckles, and hugs his mom back.

“Okay hon, don’t choke him out before I can even give him a hug,” Goose chuckles, coming up with their luggage cart behind them.

Carole tearfully releases Bradley from the hug, letting Goose and Bradley have their moment. From just a few paces away she soon spots the twins, giving the family room for their reunion.

“My babies! Oh, my Aurora you’re here!” Carole starts crying again, grouping the twins into a hug. 

“Hi, Auntie!” Peyton laughs, hugging his aunt.

“We missed you!” Aurora smiles after being released from their hug, Carole turning her attention to Aurora.

“I knew Peyton was stateside, but when did you come home?” Carole asks her.

“Same day. I felt like it was time for me to come home,” Aurora softly smiles. Carole gives her a sad look, and Aurora remembers that Carole knew about her incident. Before she can explain, Goose interrupts.

“Little star!”

“Uncle Goose!”

Aurora gives her uncle a big hug, and groans when he tries to ruffle her hair.

“So glad you’re back home!” Peyton smiles at them.

“I can’t wait to hear your stories, Auntie! And the photos you’ve taken, Uncle Goose!” Aurora beams at them, while Bradley helps carry his mom’s bag, Goose pulling the luggage cart.. 

Aurora and Carole start conversing nonstop, with Peyton walking beside them listening in on their conversation. Bradley hung back, walking with his dad.

“So, talk to me Rooster, how’s the mission training going?” Goose asks, not knowing what had gone down yesterday.

“Intense,” Bradley sighs. “Let’s just say it was a rough day for all of us, and Aurora had an anxiety attack yesterday.”

“Shit, what the hell did you do?”

“Why do you think I did something?” Bradley looks at him exasperated. Goose gives him a look, to which Bradley sighs.

“I got mad. Hangman had said she wasn’t telling us everything and I just–”

“You were jealous that Hangman knew things about her that you didn’t,” Goose states, matter-of-factly.

Bradley turns red and groans. “I just, I don’t like when we keep things between us.”

“Brad, sometimes, things are harder to tell to those closest to us. You have to give her space.”

“I know. Let’s just say the tension was really bad yesterday.”

“You made a move yet?”

“Dad!” Bradley groans, while Goose chuckles at embarrassing his son. “We have a lot going on. It’s not the time.”

“Oh son, it’s never the time. But take it from your old man. I was thankful to live a life with your mom and you. You deserve a life with people you love, there is no perfect timing,” Goose tells him.

With a pat on the shoulder, Goose walks to catch up to his wife and his godchildren. Bradley sighs, following after his dad. 

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“Mavy!”

“Goosie!”

Goose rushes up to his best friend, who immediately stands from his chair upon seeing him. 

“I swear, it’s like those two are married and not us,” Carole chuckles as the twins and Bradley also exit the car. The trio chuckles at the two men who were hugging each other, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years, when in reality it was probably only a few months.

Everyone was currently meeting at Ice and Sarah’s house as a small welcome back party for Carole and Goose. Ice and Maverick were sitting on the porch chairs until they all arrived.

Iceman shakes his head being used to the two’s shenanigans. Goose and Mav part from the hug and pat each other on the shoulder, before Goose turns to Iceman to give him a hug as well. 

“Hi Mrs. Bradshaw,” Maverick smiles, greeting Carole as she gets closer.

“Hi Mr. Bradshaw,” Carole teases him.

The trio greet their Uncle Ice, who they hadn’t seen since the graduation party. Ice gives Aurora a quick look, to which Aurora subtly shakes her head, knowing Ice wanted to discuss a few things, but now wasn’t the time.

Aurora and Carole decide to head into the house to help out Penny and Sarah, who were most likely in the kitchen, leaving the men out on the front porch to let them catch up.

Aurora spots Amelia playing with Ice’s grandchildren that were running around the backyard, Amelia looking tired from chasing them. She’d flopped down onto the grass, clearly exhausted and outdone by their energy.

Aurora laughs at the sight as she makes her way into the kitchen. She greets her mom and Aunt Sarah, and sits on a stool over the countertop so she could have a conversation with them, but not get in the way with them prepping food since they insisted they didn’t need any help.

Penny starts cutting up fruit next to Aurora, to which she leans over and steals a piece. Penny tries to slap her hand away, but because of Aurora’s reflexes, was unsuccessful. Rolling her eyes at her daughter’s antics, she proceeded to keep cutting the fruit. 

“So, little star. What’s it like being back home at a different office?” Sarah asks, as she stirs something over the stove.

Aurora pops the piece of pineapple in her mouth and chews quickly to answer her question.

“Different, but nothing I can’t handle,” she responds. 

“Well, I think we can all say, we’re all glad you’re home now,” Sarah looks over at Aurora and smiles at her.

“You can say that again. I don’t even want to know all the stuff that happened that you haven’t told us,” Penny sighs, knowing Aurora kept a lot of stuff secret to not worry everyone.

“So, you don’t want to hear about the number of times I’ve been shot at?” Aurora smirks at her mom. Her mom looks at her with a threatening look.

“What?!” 

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” Aurora laughs. “Not really,” she soon whispers under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, mom!” Aurora gives her mom an innocent smile, while Sarah and Carole chuckles.

“I swear, you and your brother give me gray hairs.”

“And Amelia hasn’t even decided what she wants to do yet. What if she becomes a Naval aviator?” Aurora thinks out loud.

“Oh no, she’s staying home until she’s 30.”

They all laugh at Penny’s comment before she suddenly remembers something.

“Speaking of Peyton, what’s up with him and Hangman?” she asks.

“Wait, Hangman? That name sounds familiar,” Carole wonders.

“He’s one of the pilots on the mission,” Sarah answers. Sarah usually knew a lot of things that went on in the Navy. Perks of being a Navy Admiral’s wife. 

“Oh! Didn’t he and Bradley get into a little tiff?” Carole asks.

“When don’t they?” Aurora rolls her eyes. “They literally got in one yesterday.”

“So, him and Peyton,” Penny implores.

“He and Peyton were a thing, but Jake has commitment issues and is worried about his reputation in the Navy. Peyton doesn’t like feeling used. Therefore, tension,” Aurora answers.

“Men are dumb sometimes,” Carole shakes her head.

“Auntie, what about Goose and Bradley?” Aurora questions.

“Exactly, they have their moments, but sometimes I wonder if they share a brain cell,” Carole retorts, to which the women nod and agree with Carole’s statement.

Aurora snickers as Peyton walks in with Bradley to grab a drink. The women see them walk in, and laugh out loud confusing the pair that had just come in.

“Are we missing something?” Peyton asks.

“Inside joke,” Aurora simply answers, before going back to giggling. Bradley smiles at Aurora, laughing. His heart warms knowing that she was feeling a bit better from yesterday’s fiasco.

He goes and stands behind her, leaning forward to grab fruit from the bowl Penny was putting them in. Penny slaps his hand as he draws back his hand from the bowl, successfully stealing three pieces of fruit. 

“Don’t make me ban you from the Hard Deck, Bradshaw,” Penny threatens. Bradley pops a piece in his mouth and tosses another one to Peyton, who was grabbing three beers from the fridge.

“I’m your best customer Mama Pen,” Bradley gives her a puppy dog look, to which Penny shakes her head and goes back to cutting the rest of the fruit.

Bradley holds out the last piece of fruit to Aurora who instead of grabbing it with her hands, grabs it with her mouth, letting Bradly feed her.

Peyton rolls his eyes at the two’s actions, whereas the moms watch and give each other knowing looks. 

“Alright Romeo, we got some beer deliveries to do,” Peyton calls out to Bradley, drawing the two out from their bubble. Bradley rolls his eyes, before giving Aurora a wink, following Peyton out of the kitchen.

Aurora watches them leave, as her face turns pink. Looking around the kitchen when the two leave, she notices the attention on her from everyone in the kitchen and what they’d just seen.

“Shut up,” she mumbles as they all laugh and get back to what they were doing.

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“Ice, please don’t ask me to send someone else to die. Please don’t, don’t ask me to send him. Send me,” Maverick pleads to Iceman.

Maverick and Iceman decided to sit in Ice’s office to talk about the mission, away from everyone’s ears. 

Iceman types on his computer. ‘It’s time to let go.’

Maverick sighs seeing those words.

It’s not just about letting go of Rooster, but his twins as well. Maverick loves his daughter and his son, and he loves Rooster as well.

But he knew if he let Rooster go on the mission and he didn't come back, he not only lost his godson, but his children as well as his best friend. They wouldn’t forgive him. He couldn’t let go.

“I don’t know how,” he whispers.

“I’m not a teacher, Ice,” tears start running down Maverick’s face. “ I’m a fighter pilot. A naval aviator. It’s not what I am, it’s who I am.”

Ice sits and lets him rant.

“How do I teach that? Even if I could teach it, it’s not what Rooster wants. It’s not what the Navy wants. That’s why they canned me the last time, the only reason why I’m here is you,” Maverick goes on.

“If I send him on this mission, he might never come home. Goose and Carole would never forgive me. Let alone Peyton and Aurora,” Maverick chokes on his words, as the tears start streaming down.

“And if I don’t send him, he’ll never forgive me. Either way, I could lose him forever. I could lose Goose, Carole, the twins.”

Maverick looks back at the computer that had the words still typed out in front of them, as if it was haunting him. It was time to let go.

“I know, I know,” Maverick sniffles, knowing Ice said all he could. Ice nods for him and Maverick to stand up. He coughs a little before speaking to Maverick.

“The Navy needs Maverick. The kids need Maverick. That’s why I fought for you. That’s why you’re still here,” Ice hoarsely tells him. 

Hearing those words, Maverick hugs him. “Thank you, Ice. For everything,” Maverick whispers to him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Ice chuckles before separating from the hug.

“One last thing,” Ice mutters. Maverick braces himself for what he’s about to say.

“Who’s the better pilot? You or me?” Ice asks. Maverick smirks at him.

“This is a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it,” they chuckle before hearing a knock on the door. Aurora pops her head in, seeing the two men.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Aurora asks them. They shook their heads.

“Good, dinner is ready! Better come soon before Bradley and Peyton eat the whole table,” Aurora snickers.

“We heard that!” Peyton calls out.

“You were meant to!” Aurora turns to call out down the hall. She looks back at Maverick and Ice before nodding back at them and turning to go to where the food was. Maverick and Ice chuckle, following after the girl together.

—

Dinner was in the backyard since there were quite a few of them in the house and they wouldn’t all fit in the kitchen. Everyone grabbed their food, and was scattered around the backyard, all in different groups.

The dads were sitting around a small table, talking with a beer in each of their hands. Ice had his phone out so he could type what he wanted to say. The moms were sitting on the porch swing, watching the kids and gossiping about who knows what.

Bradley and Aurora were sitting on the grass next to each other on a sheet that Sarah had laid out for them.

Amelia and Peyton were originally sitting with them too as they ate their food, but opted to play with Ice and Sarah’s grandchildren, with CJ as well. Ice and Sarah’s children were busy, so Ice and Sarah had offered to watch them for the weekend.

Aurora was pointing out a constellation to Bradley to which he was honestly trying his best to understand. Truthfully, he just liked stargazing with her, not really taking in much information. 

“You’re not listening, are you?” Aurora turns to look at Bradley. Bradley shakes his head.

“I am so listening.”

“Really? Then which constellation did I point out?”

“Uhhh…the really bright one.”

“Bradley!”

“Sorry!” He groans. “I’m just not looking forward to training tomorrow.”

“I think dad said something about a surprise,”Aurora tries to reassure him.

“Ugh, knowing him it’s going to be 500 pushups on top of a mile run.” 

Aurora laughs at Bradley’s complaining.

“You’ll be fine, B. I highly doubt it’s going to be that intense of a surprise.”

“He made us do 200 pushups on the first day.”

“Well, to be fair, I think that was all Fanboy and Payback from what I’ve been told.”

Bradley shakes his head before laying on his back. Aurora, still sitting, turns to watch him lay down.

“Just leave me here to die,” he mutters. Aurora giggles before deciding to poke his stomach.

He spazzes before trying to tickle Aurora in retaliation, but she was too fast for him and stood up right away before he could even start something. 

“I’m going to get water, do you want anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine.” Bradley stays laying down, as Aurora walks away to grab a water bottle.

“Hey little star,” Goose calls out to her, as she passes them. 

“That nickname is never going away is it,” she sighs, as she plops into a seat next to him, with her dad and Uncle Ice sitting across.

“You’ll always be our little star,” Goose answers. She sighs and looks at them.

“Alright, let’s get this over with. I know what you’re going to ask.”

“Sweetie, we just want to make sure you’re doing okay,” Maverick reassures her.

“I am.”

“Hon, Bradley said you had an anxiety attack yesterday,” Goose says.

“Traitor,” Aurora mutters. “Look,” she begins to explain. “It was a long day, work was kicking my ass, tensions were high, and Bradley came on a bit strong when we were talking. He apologized, and we made up. I’m fine.”

“Did you tell him about what happened?” Ice types out on his phone.

“No, he said he understands I will come to him when I’m ready. And I’m not right now. But I will be, just not now,” Aurora sighs. 

“You have to tell them all eventually sweetie,” Maverick speaks up. “If you keep it in any longer, it’s going to crash down.”

“I know, dad. I just, I’m getting used to being back home. I need to be able to think straight before I tell them all the shit that’s happened.”

“We’re here for you whenever you’re ready, little star,” Goose reassures her. Aurora smiles at Goose, giving him a small side hug.

“Thanks, all of you for being there for me. I better head back to Bradley before he wonders where I am.” Aurora gets up, gives her dad and Uncle Ice a side hug, before heading back to Bradley. 

The three men watch her walk away before sighing.

“I’m worried, Ice. Her being back at NCIS worries me, even if she is behind a desk,” Maverick tells them.

Ice types out, “She’s a strong woman now. She’s not a baby anymore.”

“Aurora can hold her own, Mav. She’s a Mitchell, “ Goose affirms, agreeing with Ice’s statement. 

“That’s what worries me, Goose,” Maverick sighs. 

Soon Penny, Carole, and Sarah join them.

They all glance at Aurora and Bradley, who were now both laying next to each other, laughing as Aurora was trying to still point out a constellation to Bradley.

Peyton and Aurora soon sit next to them, while CJ sits next to Aurora. The adults all smile, realizing how much they all had grown up.

“Will they ever get together already?” Carole groans, as she sits in Goose’s lap. 

“You just want to win the bet,” Maverick chuckles.

“Well that too! I mean, how are they not together yet?” Carole wonders.

“Work, and timing honey,” Goose simply answers.

“Besides, even if they get together soon, Penny will be winning the bet,” Sarah answers. Ice looks at the document on his phone where they had put the bet and nods, agreeing with his wife.

“At least I didn’t put by the time they turn 50,” Penny accusingly looks at Maverick.

“What?! I’m optimistic!”

“50 years old, Pete?!”

“50 years old is young in my opinion!” Maverick argues. Penny shakes her head at Maverick.

“What about Peyton and his new boyfriend?” Carole asks.

“Boyfriend?! What do you mean?!” Maverick exclaims, not knowing about Jake and Peyton.

“Oh boy, you did it now Carole,” Goose mutters.

They start discussing, with Maverick trying not to flip out about how his kids were growing up. 

The group of four, Peyton and Amelia, sat back with Bradley and Aurora, turning to see them in a heated discussion.

“What do you think that’s about?” Peyton wonders.

“Do you really want to know?” Amelia answers back in the form of a question.

They turned back to see them, and shook their heads.

“Nope,” the trio replies. And they all laugh out loud.

The giggles and heated discussion from the backyard could be heard echoing through the night.

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The Weight Station (S2x03) Chapter 1 || Jay Halstead x Halstead Sister

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly erased my other blog 🫠 (I only found parts 1 and 2, I'm missing p.3)

This is the plot from season 2, episode 3 but with Jay's younger sister involved in the story. This is one of my favorite episodes, I recently rewatched it and I coulnd't avoid imagining this.

This first part is more about what we see in the real episode, with the addition of Jay's sister.

Second part will be more about Becca waiting at the bullpen for Jay when he offers himself as bait. Nadia Decotis and trudy Platt involved. A lot of anxiety, stress, crying and lovely feelings to her brother. *I think I actually started writing this for what now will be the second part...and also the ending*

I hope you like it. Please feel free to comment.

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The first rays of sun began to peek through the window. Becca was lying face up on her bed, looking at the ceiling almost without blinking. She had had another rough night of not being able to sleep. She was worried, very worried about her brother, and although there had only been a couple of days without seeing him, she missed him, she needed him.

She had gotten used to stay at his sibling's place and not at her father's house. Becca didn't like it there, even when she had her own room and all of her things where there, she preffered her big bother's company. Her father was a bit negligent and didn't pay much attention to her since her mother died, and that was kinda a long time ago, or it felt like a long time ago for a 10 years old girl.

Jay hadn't made contact with her in days, and that was strange. Becca was starting to feel worried, she knew about the risks of his work and her mind had begun to imagine various catastrophic scenarios. More than anything, she felt lonely. It was very easy for her to fall into this void. She was quiet young to have this sort of feelings, but this was the path life had taken her at such a young age. Jay was all she had, and she was very afraid of loosing him.

Becca was starting her first class at school when the principal interrupted: "I'm here to take Becca Halstead" -all eyes posed on her -"Take all of your belonging, sweetie, and head with me to the office, please" -Becca's heart drop off. The principal's smile to her was so condescending that she immediatly knew something was wrong.

-"There is a couple of cops here to pick you up" -The principal informed Becca while walking through the hallway - "Your brother send them". Now she couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened to Jay and her tendency to overthink made her anxious.

Becca stood silence, trying to hold back tears. She had a lot of questions in her mind, a lot of feelings. This was the first thing she had heard about Jay existence in days. A policewoman that noticed the concern in her eyes.

-"Hi! It's Becca, right? "- She started with a very soft voice - "I'm Kim, this is my partner Roman. We work with your brother Jay, he's our friend. He send us to pick you up and take you with him, is that all right?".

-"What's happening?" -The question slipped from her mouth - "And why didn't he come to pick me up by himself, then?"

-"Those are questions we cannot answer".

-"Is he--?"

-"Your brother is fine. I promise" -Kim reassured her.

At the bullpen, all the team was working on solving Jay's case. It was known that he had a target on his back and even when he was carefull about it, he had suffer some attacks. First, someone broke into his house, that's when he decided to get away from his sister for a while, to not even call her. But things scallated quickly, last night someone tried to shoot him when he was with Erin at a bar, and unfortunatelly one of his friends was injured. Also, Olinsky's CI told him that thugs had knowledge about Becca, and they would not hesitate in using her, since Jay had become a difficult target to take.

-"So, you know the victim?" -Hank asked.

-"Maddie Callahan, she worked there" -Jay said with guilt in his voice.

-"No ID of the shooter?

-"No" -Erin answered-"Patrol is going door to door in the neighborhood looking for witnesses".

-"That was the hospital" -Antonio hung the phone and approached to Jay- "Your friend is in ICU, but she's alive".

-"Thanks".

-"Hey! It's not your fault" -Antonio reaffirmed looking into Halstead's eyes and then walked to Voight: "Someone needs to talk to Bemberek".

-"Oh, Olinsky's already on that".

Atwater came out from one of the rooms: "A black Arcadia was found abandoned in Englewood. It matches the description of the getaway vehicle, but there's no prints they torched it".

"White male just checked into a south side clinic about half an hour ago, two bullet wounds" -Adam completed the information.

-"All right" -Hanks started- "Lindsay, Antonio, get on it". -Voight rushed when he catched Jay standing up and taking his coat to go out: "No, no, no, Jay. You're in protective custody until this dies down".

-"They shoot my friend! They nearly killed me and Erin, they spoted my little sister..."

-"You got a target on your back. You are not going anywhere till that tatget's removed".

-"So, I'm under house arrest?" -Jay was really angry.

At that moment, Burgess and Roman went up on the stairs to the office.

-"We're back" -Kim said in a high tone to calm the situation -"And we have company, so...". -Everyone at the bullpen fixed their eyes on the girl in school uniform. They were impressed on how much she ressembled to Jay.

-"Becca!" -Jay was so relieved to see her.

Becca dropped her backpack on the floor and ran to hug her brother. She had had a couple of horrible days, but now feeling calmed in his arms, and knowing he was safe, she started to cry: "I tought something bad had happened to you. Dad's going crazy. You didn't call, I haven't seen you in days. I thought you were--".

-"Shhh" -Jay stopped her sister's emotional verbal vomit and hugged her even tighter-"I'm sorry -- I'm all right, you're all right. We're good!". -He said stroking her hair.

Everyone was looking at the scene tenderly. Until that day, no one except Al knew Jay had a little sister, nor that she was so little. Erin's eyes filled up a little with tears.

Alvin Olinsky knew about Becca's existence from a visit to Jay's place the day he lost his badge due to Rodieger's murder. She was there asleep, occupying all of the sofa.

-"We went to your father's house, but he refused to come with us" -Roman interrupted -"He was quiet a charming man" -he said sarcastically -"We can send a unit to check on him".

-"That won't be necessary". -Jay answered without taking his eyes off his sister.

-"You wanted us, sargent?" -Kim asked.

-"Halstead doesn't leave your sight until I say so" -Voight told Burgess and Roman, drawing the attention back to the case -"And he stays here ar 21st along his sister".

-"Got it".

-"You don't have to stay up in here to have an eye on me! You got to be kidding me!" -Jay's anger took over him again. His sister stepped aside, though he was holding her by the shoulder.

-"Keep an eye on him" -Hank ordered before going downstairs.

He took his coat and threw it on his desk making a loud noise, to which Becca reacted with a little frightened jump and a sigh. Erin stared at Jay and gave the girl a reassureness smile before following the sargent.

Suddenly, the detectives were gone and everything stood silent. At the bullpen there were only Nadia, Kim and Roman, all of them attending their own business, but keeping an eye on the Halsteads.

-"There's fresh water on the frigde, or juice if you like it" -Nadia broke the silence. "I don't think you drink coffe, do you?" -She approached to Becca with a warm smile, heading her to the coffe room.

-"Go" -Jay granted -"I'll be with you in a sec".

Nadia was nice and talkative. She was trying to distract Becca, which Jay appreciated. Stealthily, he approached the room when he heard his sister laugh, that sound was like medicine to his heart and mind, which right now was full of stuff. When Becca noticed him, they stared and Nadia felt like it was the moment to leave the room.

-"Wha-what's going on?" -Becca asked slightly worried- "Don't you dare to lie to me, I'm not stupid". -Jay chuckled, he knew she wouldn't let it go.

-"Well, umm...let's say that a few days ago I caught a bad guy, right? And now this bad guy's brother is chasing me, BUT my friends are out there looking for him and they're gonna find him. There's nothing you should worry about".

-"So we're staying here until they catch him?".

-"That's right".

-"I guess you're safe here, aren't you? You are safe as long as you stay here".

-"We are safe as long as we stay here, yes".

-"I'm always safe when you are around" -Becca expressed in the most sincere way possible and Jay felt it deep in his heart.

A few hours passed. Jay wouldn't stop looking at his phone waiting for updates about the case. Becca spend her time sitting at her brother's desk coloring, or playing with Nadia, or asking police questions to Kim. She was a ray of sunshine for those present.

The phone rang and Nadia answered it. Her cheerful mood suddenly changed: "Okay. Okay. Got it". Jay was in a trance when she called him.

-"Um, detective Healstead?" -Jay turned to her- "Sargeant Voight is on his way up with the suspect". -In that moment, Kim and Roman approached to Jay- "Um, he asked that on his way to the interview room, you wait in his office for them to pass by".

-"Which suspect?"

-"Uh--" -Burgess made a sign for Nadia to not say a word - "Maybe it's better that you don't know, right?" -She talked to Jay, but he ignored her.

-"Is it the shooter?" -He asked standing up in anger.

Becca started getting tense again by the tone of the conversation "shooter? What shooter?"

-"Let's head in Voight's office, Jay" -Roman tried to calm the atmosphere. At that moment, Kim reached Becca's side.

-"First of all it's detective. Second of all, let's not me and you get off on the wrong foot".

-"I'm all for that. But if you can join me in Voight's office, detective, that would be great".

-"Jay..."-Becca called him in a pleading tone and he reacted to that.

From the inside of the office it was easy to observe how Hank was holding another man "That's him! That's him!" -In the fastest way possible, Jay ran to him, but was held by the two cops at the door: "Sarge, give me five minutes. Give me five minutes!", but Voight didn't even turned to see him. Becca had never seen his brother so angry and she got terrified at how intimmidating he could be.

-"Is that what we're going to do, throw? Because you're not walking past me until I get an "all cleared" -Roman was face to face with Jay - "You got that?".

-"Jay..." -This time the girl called more as a whisper, for her voice did not come out of her throat.

Becca was now a mixure of feelings and she couldn't stand it no more. Little did she know that this was the begining of a living nightmare.