#but it’s actually really cool to hear him say this

[cressidagrey]

Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Summary:  Oscar Piastri is just happy to be home with his girls. Lando Norris meets Felicity and Bee Piastri.   

Notes: Part 3 of The mysterious Mrs. Piastri verse...

Warnings: one mention of a past eating disorder, also mention of toxic parents.

(divider thanks to @saradika-graphics )

Oscar had made a terrible mistake.

Somewhere between takeoff and now—now being hour six of their flight home—he had underestimated just how relentless Lando Norris could be.

Six hours into the flight, and he was still in shock. Staring at Oscar like he had personally committed the greatest act of deception known to man.

“A wife,” Lando said for what had to be the hundredth time. “A WHOLE WIFE.”

Oscar exhaled slowly. “Yes, Lando.”

“And a child,” Lando continued, voice rising. “A WHOLE ACTUAL HUMAN CHILD.”

“Yes, Lando.”

Lando sat back in his seat, shaking his head. “I—I just—I don’t even know you, mate. You’re a stranger to me.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Oh my god.”

“All this time—all this time—I thought we were friends, Oscar,” Lando went on, pressing a hand to his chest like he was delivering a monologue. “I thought we were bros.”

Oscar stared at him. “We are friends.”

“Oh, are we?” Lando scoffed. “Because usually, friends tell each other when they have a wife and a child.”

Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t not tell you on purpose.”

“That’s even worse!” Lando cried. “You just forgot to mention it? Oh yeah, by the way, I have a whole family—DO YOU HEAR HOW INSANE THAT SOUNDS?”

Oscar sighed. “I wasn’t hiding them, Lando.”

“YOU WERE OMITTING THEM.”

Oscar turned to him, unimpressed. “Would you like an apology?”

“Yes,” Lando said immediately. “Yes, I would.”

Oscar deadpanned. “I’m sorry.”

Lando gaped. “You are the worst.”

Oscar just shrugged, unbothered.

Lando groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Alright, you know what? You owe me now. I get to meet them.”

Oscar blinked. “What?”

“Felicity and Bee,” Lando said firmly. “I get to meet them. You owe me that.”

Oscar tilted his head, considering. “…Fine.”

Lando froze. “Wait, really?”

Oscar nodded. “Yeah. Come over for dinner.”

Lando gasped. “Oh my god, this is HUGE. Okay, wait—what do I bring? Do I bring Bee a gift? What do kids even like? What does Felicity like? Should I bring—”

Oscar sighed, closing his eyes. This was going to be the longest flight of his life.

Lando was still talking.

Oscar was certain he hadn’t taken a single breath in the last five minutes.

“Okay, okay, do they like chocolate?” Lando mused, half to himself. “Or—oh! Maybe I should get Bee one of those cool toy cars? Like, you know, start ‘em young and all that.”

Oscar cracked one eye open. “She’s three, Lando.”

Lando scoffed. “So? Max probably had a go-kart before he could walk.”

Oscar sighed. “Yeah, well, Bee’s not Max.”

Lando waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Okay, but—Felicity. What does she like? Should I bring wine? Is she a wine person?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Lando, you’re coming over for dinner, not a royal banquet.”

“But I need to make a good first impression!” Lando insisted. “I need her to like me, Oscar.”

Oscar snorted. “Felicity is going to like you just fine.”

Lando narrowed his eyes. “You say that, but what if she thinks I’m an idiot?”

“Well,” Oscar said, sipping his water, “she’d be correct.”

Lando smacked him on the arm.

Oscar just chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously, Lando, you don’t need to overthink this. Just bring yourself. Felicity isn’t going to grill you like a job interview.”

Lando still didn’t look convinced. “I just—I wanna be cool Uncle Lando, you know? I feel like I’m already behind since you didn’t even tell me about Bee—”

Oscar sighed. “Are we still on this?”

“Yes, obviously,” Lando shot back. “I am traumatized by the betrayal, Oscar. I am scarred. I am—”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Oh my god.”

“—I am a victim of your deception,” Lando finished dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest.

Oscar just stared at him, unimpressed.

Lando huffed. “Fine. But I will win over your wife and kid.”

Oscar smirked. “We’ll see.”

***

Grid Group Chat

Lando: EVERYONE SHUT UP. IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.

Charles: Oh no.

Pierre: This can’t be good.

George: If this is another meme, I swear—

Lando: I AM MEETING OSCAR’S WIFE AND DAUGHTER FIRST. ME. BEFORE ALL OF YOU.

Carlos: WHAT???

Pierre: NOOOOOOOOOO.

Charles: HOW??

Max: Bold of you to assume I care.

Lando: DON’T LIE, MAX, YOU CARE.

George: But HOW did you manage this???

Lando: I annoyed him into submission.

Daniel: That is both impressive and unsurprising.

Carlos: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.

Lando: You should have seen him on the plane. He was suffering. He had to agree to get me to shut up.

Pierre: I AM SO JEALOUS RIGHT NOW.

Lewis: Lando, if you don’t report back with every single detail, we will never forgive you.

Lando: Oh, don’t worry. I will have a full debrief ready.

Charles: If you get to meet them before us, you have to ask all the questions.

Lando: Already planned.

Oscar: …I hate all of you.

Lando: Love you too, mate. Can’t wait for dinner!

***

The house was quiet when Oscar finally stepped inside. The kind of deep, settled quiet that only came when the entire world was asleep.

He toed off his shoes by the door, rolling his shoulders, exhaustion dragging at his limbs. But instead of heading straight for bed, he turned toward Bee’s room.

Oscar moved through the dark house quietly, socked feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. 

He was exhausted—jet lag weighing heavy on his limbs, the long day of interviews and racing chaos still ringing in his ears—but none of it mattered now. He was home.

And he wanted his daughter.

Bee was curled up in her bed, one arm flung over her stuffed koala, her hair a messy halo of dark waves against the pillow. She looked so peaceful, so content, that Oscar hesitated for a moment, feeling guilty for disturbing her. But then she stirred, smacking her lips in her sleep, and his heart clenched. He needed this.

Gently, he scooped her up, her tiny body warm and pliant against his chest. She barely reacted, only making a sleepy little noise before burrowing into him. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the familiar scent of her apple shampoo.

“Missed you, Bumblebee,” he whispered, holding her close as he made his way back to the bedroom.

Felicity was curled up on her side, the blankets tangled around her. She stirred as Oscar climbed into bed, blinking blearily at him. “You stole our child,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Oscar huffed out a quiet laugh as he gently settled Bee between them. “Missed my girls.” 

Felicity let out a quiet huff, but her gaze softened as she reached out to brush a strand of hair from Bee’s forehead. “You okay?” she murmured, eyes flicking up to his.

Oscar let out a breath, sinking into the pillows. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Just… tired.”

Felicity studied him for a moment before shifting closer, her hand finding his under the blankets. “Long day?”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Kind of a life-changing one.”

Felicity smirked. “Yeah, well, you did let the entire world know about me.”

Oscar winced. “Sorry.”

She squeezed his hand. “I’m not mad.”

His gaze flicked to her, surprised.

Felicity smiled, small and a little tired. “I mean, I wouldn’t have minded a bit more warning, but…” She exhaled. “I guess it was bound to happen eventually.”

Oscar nodded, his thumb brushing absent circles against her palm. “Yeah.”

They lay in silence for a while, the weight of the day settling between them. Then Felicity shifted, resting her chin on his shoulder. “So… how bad was it?”

Oscar let out a quiet chuckle. “Lando is deeply betrayed. Charles nearly had an aneurysm. Daniel screamed.”

Felicity snorted. “Sounds about right.”

Oscar hummed. “They’re all asking about you.”

Felicity sighed. “I bet.”

He turned his head to look at her. “Lando’s coming over for dinner.”

She groaned, burying her face against his arm. “Oscar.”

He grinned. “Too late now.”

Felicity muttered something against his skin that sounded suspiciously like a curse. But she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she just sighed, pressing a sleepy kiss to his shoulder. “Fine,” she murmured. “But if he starts asking about the chickens, you’re handling it.”

Oscar smirked, his hand tightening around hers. “Deal.”

Bee stirred between them, letting out a tiny sigh before settling again. Oscar closed his eyes, exhaling slowly as Felicity’s fingers curled against his palm.

***

Oscar woke up to something warm and small sprawled across his chest, a weight that shifted every few seconds as tiny fingers poked at his face. He groaned, cracking an eye open to find Bee hovering over him, her dark curls a wild mess and her face barely an inch from his.

“Papa,” she whispered dramatically, her eyes wide with delight.

Oscar hummed sleepily. “Mmm.”

“You’re home,” she declared, as if it had just hit her all over again.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I am.”

Bee gasped, like this was the most shocking revelation of her tiny life. “I missed you.”

Oscar reached up, ruffling her curls. “Missed you too, Bumblebee.”

Bee, clearly not satisfied, wiggled up onto his chest and threw her little arms around his neck, squeezing him as tight as her small limbs allowed. “SO much,” she emphasized, snuggling into him like she was afraid he’d disappear again.

Oscar chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “That much, huh?”

Bee nodded against his shoulder before pulling back slightly. “Did you bring me something?”

Oscar huffed a laugh, brushing a hand over her wild curls. “I did, actually.”

Bee gasped, eyes wide with excitement. “Really?”

Oscar nodded. “It’s in my bag, but you have to let me wake up first.”

Bee considered this for a moment, then grabbed his face with both hands, squishing his cheeks together. “You are awake.”

Oscar let out a muffled laugh as Felicity snorted into her pillow.

“Okay, okay,” he relented, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll get up.”

Bee grinned triumphantly and immediately wriggled under the covers, snuggling into his side. “Not yet. Cuddles first.”

Oscar didn’t even hesitate. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as she tucked her head against his chest. Felicity, still half-asleep, sighed and shifted closer, draping an arm over both of them.

Oscar let his eyes slip shut again, exhaling slowly. He was home. And nothing in the world—no podium, no trophy, no race win—could compare to this.

***

Lando had seen a lot of things in his life. He’d seen Max Verstappen get emotional about a cat. He’d seen Daniel Ricciardo take out an entire row of people with a space hopper. He had, unfortunately, witnessed Pierre Gasly getting far too competitive over a game of Uno.

But he had never seen anything like that. 

This was insane.

He had thought he knew Oscar. That he had at least an inkling of what made his teammate tick. 

And instead…instead…

“This can’t be right,” he muttered, checking the address again. 

It was right.

When Oscar invited him over for dinner, Lando had assumed it would be at some sleek, modern place in the city—something minimalist, maybe a bit boring, like Oscar himself. But instead, his GPS had led him here: A farmhouse.

Not just any farmhouse—a whole-ass, fully refurbished, picturesque countryside dream, complete with a long gravel driveway, stables, and, unless Lando was hallucinating, actual chickens. And a long stretch of land that looked like it belonged in a movie about a grumpy farmer learning to love again…

Lando was still hung up on the chickens.

Chickens.

Lando sat in his car for a full minute, just staring.

Then he exhaled sharply and dragged a hand down his face. 

The front door swung open at that moment, and Oscar appeared, looking far too casual for someone who had just been exposed as a secret farmer.

Lando took that as his sign to get out of his car.

“Hey,” Oscar said, like this wasn’t a completely insane situation.

Lando just gawked at him. Then at the house. Then at the literal barn behind it.

“What the fuck is this?”

Oscar blinked. “My house?”

“No, mate, this is a lifestyle,” Lando said, gesturing wildly. “This is—I don’t even know! When did you secretly become a farmer?”

Oscar looked vaguely amused. “I’m not a farmer.”

“You own a barn.”

“It’s just Felicity’s garage.”

Lando waved a hand wildly. “No. It’s a farm.”

Oscar shrugged. “It’s not a farm. We just have a bit of land.”

Lando gestured violently at the chickens. “THOSE ARE FARM ANIMALS.”

Oscar, ever unbothered, just nodded. 

Lando gestured wildly. “Why do you have chickens?”

Oscar sighed like he’d been waiting for this reaction. “Because they lay eggs, Lando.”

“Oh, brilliant, thanks for that. Why do you have them at all?”

Oscar shrugged. “Because they are cheaper than buying the amount of eggs my daughter eats,” he said drily. “And she likes chasing them.”

Lando turned back to the house. Then to the barn. Then to the fenced-in area where he could see a couple of chickens strutting around like they owned the place.

He squinted. “Oscar, is this a bit?”

Oscar frowned. “What?”

“This whole, like, farmer aesthetic—is this some Australian thing I don’t understand?”

Oscar just shrugged. “I just like it.”

Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. “I knew you were secretly an old man, but mate, this is—this is next-level. You bought a whole-ass farmhouse?”

Oscar nodded again, completely deadpan. “First McLaren paycheck.”

Lando’s mouth fell open. “You—what?”

Oscar just shrugged. “I bought the house with my first McLaren paycheck. It’s quiet, it has space, it made sense for us.”

Lando dragged a hand down his face. “Mate, I spent my first paycheck on a supercar. You spent yours on a farm.”

“I didn’t need a supercar,” Oscar said drily. “I needed a home for my family.” 

Lando opened his mouth, then closed it, because he had so many questions.

Before he could ask any of them, movement caught his eye inside the house. A woman stepped into view, and Lando faltered.

Felicity.

He had heard about her, of course.  What he hadn’t been prepared for was this.

Lando just… stared.

Felicity was tiny. Max had mentioned him. 

Still, it was something else to see her next to Oscar, when she didn’t even seem to reach his shoulder. 

She looked like she barely cleared five feet, and if she weighed more than one of his tires, he’d be shocked. But that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that she was startlingly pretty.

Like, really pretty.

Lando blinked, trying to reboot his brain. Felicity had long, dark hair that fell in soft waves down her back, sharp eyes that were both amused and assessing, and the kind of delicate features that made her look like she belonged in a historical drama—not standing in a farmhouse, wiping grease off her hands with a towel.

“Hi,” she said, smiling.

Lando blinked back to reality. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but all that came out was, “You’re so small.”

Felicity blinked at him, then tilted her head. “And you’re very loud.”

Oscar sighed. “Mate.”

Lando ignored him, still eyeing Felicity. “Like, I don’t understand how you exist. You look like you weigh less than my helmet.”

Felicity just smiled. “Nice to meet you too, Lando.”

Lando was about to respond when he spotted the little girl peeking out from behind Oscar’s leg. Bee.

A spitting image of her mother. But her expression was all Oscar —down to the blank stare and the slow, assessing blink. She was clinging to Oscar’s leg, half-hidden, watching Lando like he was some exotic zoo animal.

Lando blinked. “Oh my god. It’s real.”

Oscar sighed. “Lando—”

Bee clung even tighter, burying her face against Oscar’s leg.

Felicity snorted in amusement. “Bee, sweetheart, do you want to say hi?”

Bee shook her head without looking up.

Lando sighed. “Brutal.”

Felicity just smiled, reaching down to gently stroke Bee’s curls. “She’s just a little shy.”

Oscar patted Bee’s back absentmindedly. “It’s okay, bumblebee. Lando’s alright, I promise.”

Bee peeked up at him, whispering, “Are you sure?”

Lando gasped. “Hey!”

Bee clung tighter.

Oscar just looked at Lando, deadpan. “You’re not making a great first impression.”

Bee just blinked at him.

Then she tugged at Oscar’s sleeve and whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, “He looks like a poodle.”

Oscar pressed his lips together like he was physically restraining himself.

Lando choked. “Excuse me?”

Bee studied Lando with her big brown eyes, then nodded, fully confident in her assessment. “Yeah. A poodle.”

Lando stared at her, then looked at Felicity, who had pressed her lips together just enough to suppress her laughter. He turned to Oscar, who coughed into his fist. “She’s very observant.”

“I do not look like a poodle.”

Bee peeked at him again, considering, then gave a tiny nod, like she had officially decided. “A fancy poodle.”

“Why do I look like a poodle?” Lando demanded

Bee just shrugged. 

Oscar hummed. “You do kind of have poodle energy.”

Lando glared at him. “I do not.”

Bee just looked at him with the same deadpan expression Oscar always had.

Lando stared.

Bee stared back.

Lando turned to Oscar, absolutely horrified.

“Oh my God,” he whispered. “She’s you. She’s literally just you, but small.”

Bee studied him for a second, then looked at Oscar. “He’s weird.”

Oscar sighed. “Yeah, I know.”

Lando threw his hands up. “You raised another version of yourself. How was I supposed to prepare for that?”

Felicity finally lost it, laughing into her sleeve.

“Why don’t you come in, before the chickens decide to follow along?” Felicity suggested brightly. 

Dinner at the Piastri household was not what Lando had expected.

For one, he had pictured something normal—maybe a modern house, a sleek kitchen, a normal dining table with normal chairs.

What he got instead was a massive wooden farmhouse table, slightly uneven floorboards, and a cozy, lived-in feel that made him wonder if he had stepped into some alternate universe version of Oscar’s life.

Bee had climbed into her seat, still watching Lando like she wasn’t sure if he was friend or foe. Felicity moved around the kitchen with easy familiarity, and Oscar—who was supposed to be a ruthless, calculating driver—was helping her like some kind of domesticated husband.

Lando still wasn’t over it.

He leaned over to Oscar. “I have so many questions.”

Oscar, barely looking up from where he was setting plates, said, “I’m sure you do.”

Lando pointed at him, then at the house. “You live in a farmhouse. You have chickens. And you’re out here—” he waved vaguely at the kitchen “—playing house?”

Oscar gave him a flat look. “What did you think I did when I wasn’t racing?”

“I don’t know!” Lando gestured wildly. “Not this!”

Oscar just smirked. “I like it here.”

Felicity came over then, setting down a dish, and Lando took the opportunity to direct his bewilderment at her. “How did this happen?”

She just smiled, sitting down next to Bee. “Well, Oscar bought the place after he signed with McLaren. We liked the space.”

Lando shook his head, still trying to process it. “You realize you’re both, like, 23 and living like retirees, right?”

Oscar hummed. “You say that, but I don’t see you leaving.”

Lando scowled, mostly because Oscar was right. The place was weirdly nice. Comfortable. Like it had a soul, which was more than he could say for some of the cold, modern houses drivers usually bought.

Dinner had barely started when Lando noticed Bee glancing toward the back door. He followed her gaze and frowned. “You—uh, you guys actually have chickens?”

Felicity hid a smile behind her glass of water. “Yes.”

Bee perked up. “I named them!”

Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What’d you name them?”

Bee took a dramatic breath, like she’d been waiting for someone to ask. Then, with the confidence of a small child who knew she was right, she began listing them off.

“There’s Verstappen, Hamilton, Rosberg, Vettel, Raikkonen, Alonso, Schumacher, Lauda, Mansell, Fangio and Senna!”

Lando blinked.

Oscar took a sip of his drink, unfazed. Felicity looked like she was biting back laughter.

“…I have questions,” Lando finally said.

Bee tilted her head at him. “Like what?”

Lando ran a hand down his face. “For one, they’re all girls.”

Bee nodded. “Yeah.”

Lando waited for an explanation, but Bee just stared at him like that was a perfectly normal response.

He turned to Oscar. “Are you hearing this?”

Oscar shrugged. “What do you want me to do? She likes F1.”

Lando gestured wildly. “Yeah, but she named a chicken after Senna.”

Bee frowned. “Senna is the best one.”

Oscar nodded seriously. “She is the fastest.”

Lando sighed, shaking his head as he picked at his food. “So, what—you just wake up in the morning and Senna’s out there setting purple sectors in the yard?”

Bee nodded solemnly. “She always gets to the food first.”

Oscar, deadpan, added, “She’s got a killer apex around the water trough.”

Lando pointed his fork at him. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or concerned.”

Felicity finally took mercy on him, resting her chin in her hand as she grinned. “Bee likes to time them when she throws out feed.”

Lando let out a weak laugh. “Of course she does.”

Oscar, entirely unbothered, patted Bee’s head. “You get used to it.”

Bee nodded in agreement, then picked up her fork and continued eating like she hadn’t just destroyed Lando Norris in five words or less.

Lando groaned, rubbing his temples. “This was supposed to be a normal dinner.”

Felicity snorted. “I don’t think we do normal here.”

Lando sighed. “No kidding. Do you have any more livestock around here? I don’t know, a herd of goats? Some cows? A donkey?”

“Nope, just the chickens,” Oscar assured him. 

“And the stables?” Lando asked him pointely. Better make sure to actually ask Oscar specific questions so that there wouldn’t be another secret wife or baby disaster. 

“That’s where we fix Mama’s cars!” Bee said brightly. 

Lando blinked. “You’re what?”

“We’re fixing Mama’s Mustang!” Bee repeated proudly. “We took the whole engine apart and put it back together.”

Lando turned to Felicity, expecting some sort of clarification—maybe Bee had helped pass a wrench or something.

Instead, Felicity just nodded. “It’s a ‘67 Fastback. Needed a lot of work.”

Lando squinted. “Wait, you actually know how to fix cars?”

Felicity tilted her head. “Yes?”

“But you’re so—” He gestured vaguely at her small frame. “—tiny.”

Oscar groaned. “Here we go.”

Felicity raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“I don’t know! You just—don’t seem like the type to be under a car with an oil rag.”

Bee looked deeply offended on her mother’s behalf. “She’s really smart,” she huffed. “She knows everything.”

Lando held up his hands. “Alright, alright, I believe you.”

“She has a degree,” Bee added, as if that sealed the deal.

Lando blinked. “A what?”

Felicity smirked. “Mechanical engineering.”

Lando stared. “I—what?”

Oscar just sighed, like this was all very normal.

“He gets confused a lot,” Bee said sagely, staring at her father. 

Lando threw his hands in the air. “Oh my god, she’s just like Oscar.”

Bee turned to Oscar, beaming, like that was the best compliment she’d ever received. “I am?”

Oscar, laughing, kissed the top of her head. “Of course you are, bumblebee.”

Lando was still reeling.

Oscar—quiet, unassuming, serious Oscar—was a dad. Not in some abstract way, like oh yeah, I have a kid somewhere, but in a fully involved, real-life, cut-up-her-food-for-her-and-check-if-her-drink-is-too-hot way.

And it was weird.

Bee had curled up against Oscar’s side, her tiny fingers absentmindedly twisting the fabric of his hoodie as she listened to the conversation. Every few minutes, Oscar would lean down and automatically adjust her position, like he was making sure she was comfortable without even thinking about it.

And that was the weirdest part.

Oscar wasn’t trying to be a dad. He just was.

Lando stared as Oscar reached for Bee’s fork and started cutting up the last few bites of food on her plate. Without looking, he held up a piece of carrot, and Bee, still focused on the conversation, just took it like this was a thing they did all the time.

Which, of course, it probably was.

Lando turned to Felicity, wide-eyed. “He’s a dad.”

Felicity blinked, unimpressed. “Yes, Lando, I know.”

“No, like—” Lando waved a hand wildly in Oscar’s direction. “Like, he’s a dad dad.”

Felicity arched a brow. “What, did you think he was pretending?”

“No, but like—” Lando leaned forward, whispering like it was a big secret. “He’s doing dad things.”

Oscar, still cutting up Bee’s food, glanced up. “What are you on about?”

Lando pointed at him. “That! That right there!”

Oscar frowned. “Cutting food?”

“Yes! Like a dad!”

Oscar blinked, unimpressed. “I am a dad.”

Lando groaned. “Yeah, I know, but like—I didn’t expect it to be this real.”

Oscar just shook his head, muttering, “Unbelievable,” before turning his attention back to Bee.

“Okay, bumblebee,” he said gently. “Three more bites, then you can be done.”

Bee, still curled up against him, yawned. “’M tired.”

Oscar kissed the top of her head. “I know, love. Just a few more, then it’s bedtime.”

And just like that, Bee nodded and obediently ate another bite.

Lando turned to Felicity. “You see this, right?”

Felicity smirked. “Yes, Lando, I see my husband being a father.”

Lando gestured wildly. “But like, he’s good at it! Since when is Oscar good at dad things?”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “I have been a dad for three years, mate.”

Lando huffed. “Yeah, but I didn’t see it happening. Like, I blinked, and suddenly you’re cutting food and saying bedtime voice things.”

Oscar raised a brow. “Bedtime voice things?”

Lando pointed at him. “Yeah! That thing you just did—‘Okay, bumblebee, three more bites, then bedtime.’” He mimicked, pitching his voice softer, gentler, so annoyingly dad-like.

Oscar sighed. “You’re actually insane.”

“I’m just saying, I thought I knew you!” Lando snapped. “And then I come over for dinner, and suddenly you’re a real-life father figure.”

Felicity snorted. “Did you think she raised herself?”

Lando threw his head back. “I don’t know! I thought maybe she just appeared one day fully formed, and Oscar just followed her around making sure she didn’t fall into a drain or something.”

Oscar gave him a flat look. “Lando.”

“What!?” Lando turned to Bee. “Bee, did you know your dad does dad things?”

Bee, very unimpressed, blinked up at him. “...Yes?”

Oscar, smug, just kissed the top of Bee’s head again. “Okay, sweetheart, last bite.”

Bee, still sleepy, opened her mouth without argument, letting Oscar feed her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Lando stared.

And then, finally, slumped back in his chair with a dramatic sigh.

“I can’t believe it.” He shook his head, defeated. “You’re a dad dad.”

As Oscar stood from the table, Bee still clinging to his hoodie, he shot Felicity a small look. “I’ll get her settled,” he murmured.

Felicity nodded, watching as he carried their half-asleep daughter toward the hallway, murmuring something soft that neither she nor Lando could hear.

Lando stared after them, still looking like he’d been hit by a truck. “I can’t believe he’s an actual dad,” he muttered.

Felicity huffed a quiet laugh. “You’ve said that at least ten times in the last hour.”

“Well, yeah,” Lando gestured toward the hallway. “Because he is! Like, full-time, dedicated, knows-how-to-braid-hair dad.”

Felicity smirked. “He does know how to braid hair.”

Lando groaned. “See? That’s exactly what I mean!” He scrubbed a hand down his face, shaking his head. “Like, when did that happen?”

Felicity shrugged, reaching for her water glass. “Somewhere between marrying me and Bee showing up, I suppose.”

Lando let out a strangled noise. “Yeah, about that! You got married at eighteen!”

Felicity took a sip, unbothered. “Yes.”

“You married Oscar at eighteen.”

“Yes, Lando, I was there.”

“How does that even happen? How do you just wake up one day and decide to marry Oscar Piastri?”

Felicity let out a soft hum, glancing toward the hallway where Oscar had disappeared. “It’s a bit of a long story.”

Lando crossed his arms, leaning forward. “Well, I’ve got time.”

Felicity huffed a quiet laugh, setting her glass down. “Alright,” she said, folding her hands in front of her. “I guess it started when I met him.”

Lando perked up. “Which was…?”

Felicity exhaled, eyes distant. “When I was 15.”

Lando’s brows shot up. “So you were actually childhood sweethearts?”

Felicity smirked. “Not exactly. I was miserable back then.”

Lando’s expression sobered slightly. “Miserable?”

She nodded. “I was… one of those kids. You know, the ones who burn too bright, too fast. I did everything my parents wanted—ballet, violin, top of my class in school. I skipped grades, got sent to boarding school. I was gifted.” She said it like the word was a curse. “And by the time I was 15, I was burned out, miserable, and running on nothing but caffeine and the sheer force of expectations.” Her lips pressed together. “And I had an eating disorder I refused to acknowledge.”

Lando’s stomach twisted. “Oh.”

Felicity nodded. “Then I met Oscar.” A small smile played on her lips. “He was the new kid…and we were in the same math class. He stole my pen on accident,” she recounted with a smile. “And then suddenly…there was this boy who just—talked to me. Like I was a person, not just an academic achievement my parents could brag about.”

Lando swallowed. “Oscar did that?”

She nodded. “He was kind. Steady. The first person I ever met who made me feel like I wasn’t just a list of accomplishments. And, somehow, before I even knew what was happening, he became my best friend.”

Lando leaned back, blinking. “Wow.”

Felicity let out a quiet laugh. “Yes. And then, by the time we were eighteen, I think we both knew there was no one else we’d ever want.” She tilted her head. “So we got married.”

Lando just stared.

Felicity quirked a brow. “What?”

He let out a long exhale. “You married Oscar at eighteen.”

“Yes.”

“And two years later, you had Bee.”

“Yes.”

Lando rubbed his temples. “You’re twenty-three and you have a whole family.”

Felicity shrugged. “And?”

Lando groaned. “And I still forget to pay my electricity bill on time!”

Felicity snorted. “That sounds like a you problem.”

Lando threw his hands up. “I just—I can’t believe it! Like, I knew you and Oscar were… you know, married, but I didn’t realize it was this.”

Felicity tilted her head. “This?”

“You know!” Lando gestured vaguely toward the hallway. “This! You two, raising a kid, being all married and in sync and doing, like, real adult things.”

Felicity arched a brow. “Would you prefer if we were fake married and doing pretend adult things?”

Lando groaned. “You know what I mean!”

Felicity smirked. “Yes, but I like watching you struggle.”

Lando slumped against the table, groaning dramatically. “I need a moment to process this.”

Felicity just laughed, reaching for her water again. “Take your time, Lando.”

Lando sighed, staring at the ceiling.

Oscar Piastri. Married. A whole dad.

Yeah, he was gonna need a minute.

Lando was still staring at the ceiling when Oscar walked back into the room, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

“She’s asleep,” he said, then arched a brow at Lando. “What’s wrong with him?”

Felicity smirked. “Existential crisis.”

Oscar sighed, walking over to drop into his seat. “Because of what, exactly?”

Lando flailed a hand toward him. “Because you’re a dad, mate! A whole, full-time, actual dad!”

Oscar frowned. “Yes?”

Lando groaned. “I know that, logically! I know you have a wife and a kid, and I knew about Bee, but I didn’t really know until I saw you doing, like, dad things.” 

Oscar looked at Felicity, unimpressed. “Did you break Lando?”

She shrugged. “I don’t think it was very difficult.”

“Hey!” Lando huffed. “I just—mate, you’re married! And you’ve got this whole little family! And it’s weird because you’re Oscar Piastri.”

Oscar frowned. “What does that mean?”

“I mean,” Lando gestured wildly, “you’re so calm all the time. Like, completely unfazed, but then I come over for dinner and you’ve got a kid clinging to you, and your wife is explaining how she was some genius child prodigy who burned out at fifteen, and you married her at eighteen like it was no big deal—”

Oscar blinked. “It wasn’t.”

Lando groaned. “That’s exactly what I mean!”

Oscar just sighed. “Lando, it’s not that complicated.”

Lando gaped at him. “Not that—mate, you got married at eighteen!”

Oscar tilted his head, unbothered. “And?”

“And—!” Lando turned to Felicity for backup, but she was watching the conversation with obvious amusement. “And that’s not normal! That’s like, Hollywood teen drama levels of insane.”

Oscar just shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

“Of course you don’t.” Lando groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

Felicity huffed a quiet laugh. “Do you need a moment?”

Lando threw his hands up. “Yes! Because apparently, I’ve been friends with a whole family man without even realizing it!” He turned to Oscar. “Like, how do you even do it? The whole ‘married with a kid’ thing while also being a full-time F1 driver?”

Oscar leaned back, thoughtful. “I just do.”

Lando groaned. “Why do I even ask?”

Oscar smirked. “I don’t know, mate. You seem to enjoy the pain.”

Lando sighed dramatically. “I think I need a drink.”

Felicity laughed. “We’ve got juice boxes.”

Lando groaned into his hands. “Unbelievable.”

Felicity smirked and got up, walking over to the fridge. She returned a moment later and slid a juice box across the table toward Lando.

“There you go.”

Lando looked down at it, then up at her, unimpressed. “You are messing with me.”

Oscar grinned. “Nah, mate, that’s prime juice right there.”

Felicity nodded seriously. “Apple juice. Bee’s favorite.”

Lando sighed, picking it up. “I hate both of you.”

Oscar just leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed, while Felicity looked thoroughly entertained. Lando stabbed the straw into the juice box and took a long sip, thinking.

Then he looked at Felicity. “Alright, tell me everything.”

She arched a brow. “About what?”

He gestured vaguely. “You. Oscar. How you met. How you ended up married at eighteen. Because no offense, mate,” he said, looking at Oscar, “you’re not exactly the whirlwind romance type.”

Oscar shrugged. “Yeah, well. It wasn’t exactly a whirlwind.”

Lando just stared at him.

“It wasn’t,” Oscar repeated. “We knew each other for three years by then. It was just logical.” 

Felicity shrugged. “It made sense to us.”

Lando looked at Oscar. “And you didn’t think this was insane?”

Oscar shook his head. “No.”

“Why?”

Oscar just looked at Felicity. “Because it was her.”

And the way he said that…like it answered everything. 

And Lando supposed…maybe it did. 

Lando blinked. He sat back in his chair, staring at them. “I—okay. Yeah. I get it now.”

Felicity smirked. “Good.”

Lando pointed at them. “But I reserve the right to be shocked for at least another month.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Felicity grinned. “We’ll allow it.”

***

Grid Group Chat

Lando: BOYS. You are NOT going to believe what I just witnessed.

Carlos: Do tell.

George: If it’s about Oscar, I probably will believe it by now.

Lando: I met his wife and kid for the first time.

Charles: Oh???

Pierre: And?

Lando: First of all, Bee is terrifyingly smart and also called me a poodle.

Alex: …She’s right tho.

Lando: SHUT UP.

Lando: Second. OSCAR HAS CHICKENS.

George: …What.

Lando: Not just chickens. F1 THEMED CHICKENS.

Pierre: Explain.

Lando: They’re all named after F1 legends. He has a chicken named Senna.

Charles: SENNA???

Carlos: Wait wait wait. How many chickens does he HAVE???

Lando: Enough to fill a grid.

Lando: I met Senna, Prost, Schumacher, and Alonso.

Pierre: Please tell me they have beef.

Lando: Alonso the chicken literally chased me.

Fernando: As he should.

Lando: NOT THE POINT.

George: Where does he even keep all of them??

Lando: Oh. That’s the other thing.

Lando: Oscar lives on a farmhouse.

Alex: ???????

Lando: A FULLY REFURBISHED FARMHOUSE. WITH STABLES. AND CHICKENS.

Carlos: How have we never known this???

Lando: BECAUSE OSCAR IS SECRETLY 90 YEARS OLD.

Lando: Instead of using his first McLaren paycheck to buy something normal, he bought a FARM. 

Charles: You’re telling me that Oscar used his first McLaren paycheck to buy a FARM???

Oscar: It was a good investment.

Lando: OH LOOK WHO SHOWED UP.

Pierre: Explain the chickens.

Oscar: Bee likes them.

Lando: AND SHE NAMED THEM AFTER WORLD CHAMPIONS.

Oscar: She likes racing.

Carlos: But they’re chickens.

Oscar: Fastest pecking order in the yard.

Lando: I CAN’T DO THIS.

Pierre: No but seriously, are we not going to talk about the fact that Oscar has just been living on a farm this whole time like some secret old man???

Oscar: I like the peace and quiet.

Pierre: With a kid AND chickens??

Oscar: You get used to it.

Lando: No. No I will not get used to this.

Lando: You have an entire WORLD CHAMPION GRID OF CHICKENS.

Oscar: And?

Fernando: He’s just committed to the sport.

Lewis: Hold on. Do I have a chicken alter ego?

Oscar: Yes.

Lando: YOU DIDN’T EVEN HESITATE.

Lewis: …What’s my chicken like?

Oscar: She’s a silkie. Very fast. Very dramatic. Squawks whenever she doesn’t get her way.

George: So…accurate.

Lewis: I’m not sure if I should be honored or offended.

Pierre: Who else is on this… chicken grid?

Oscar: There’s a Verstappen.

Max: Oh no.

Charles: THERE’S A MAX CHICKEN?!?

Oscar: Yes, there is. We call her Vera. She’s quick, always charging ahead. If there’s a race between the chickens, she wants to take part every time. And she’s not afraid to take out anyone who gets in her way. Pure aggression, all the time.

Charles: Sounds right.

Carlos: I can’t believe this is real.

Max: …You call her VERA?!

Oscar: Would you prefer me to start screaming VERSTAPPEN on the top of my lungs every time she bullies poor Tiana?!

Fernando: This is the greatest thing I’ve ever heard.

Lewis: No but seriously. Who else is on this grid?

Oscar: There’s a Vettel, but we call her Tiana. Very chill, keeps everyone in check…She’s always making sure there’s enough space for the young ones. She’s got a bit of a soft spot for them.

Oscar: Hamilton, aka Millie, of course. 

Oscar: Raikkonen but we call her Kim. Stands in the corner and doesn’t interact with anyone. She’ll go about her business and only makes a sound when she absolutely has to.

Oscar: Alonso aka Allie…she squares off with Vera every day like it’s 2017 all over again.She’s got all the drama, the charisma, and the attitude. Always the center of attention, whether she wants to be or not.

Oscar: Mansell aka Mandy who has tried to escape the Chicken Coop more than once and also once nearly drowned herself on accient because she does not know fear. 

Oscar: Schumacher aka Minnie. She's quick, she’s determined, and when she’s in the mood, she’ll show you just how sharp she is. Has a bit of that “never back down” attitude.

Oscar: Lauda who we call Niki. She’s all about precision and order. Doesn't do unnecessary things, and she’s very methodical. She only acts when she knows it’ll get results.

Oscar: Then there’s Fangio, or Farah. She’s got that quiet elegance to her. No rush, no drama, just pure class. 

Oscar: Senna, fastest chicken in the yard. 

Oscar: And Rosberg aka Rosie. She’s…a lot.

George: I NEED TO SEE THIS.

Charles: Mate. Same.

Carlos: When are we invited to the farm?

Oscar: …Never?

Pierre: Don’t be selfish.

Max: Yeah, let us see the chickens.

Oscar: If I let you come over, you’ll try to start a championship battle in the backyard.

Max: …No, I won’t.

Oscar: You 100% will.

Lando: MAX, WE COULD HAVE A WHOLE CHICKEN GRAND PRIX.

Max: …Okay, I’m in.

Oscar: I regret everything.

[marbofmoorock]

TADC Swap AU story: Another day in paradise?

One day, Caine was enjoying a day off from the adventures, as Pomni announced surprisingly that the adventure were canceled today due to technical difficulties.

Caine, (more quiet and timid than his Canon counterpart), decided to go for a walk outside, at the digital lake. He could drink some water. That always helped him calm down.

As Caine walked, he ran into Jax. Jax was almost the opposite of his Canon counterpart in this swap, as he was rather kind and Considerate to a fault, and was kind of a Considerate older brother to Caine.

"Eeey, Chuckleface, everything alright today?"

"I guess Jax, it just still feels strange getting used to all this. It's been almost a month, and I'm still having difficulty keeping up. I think Pomni does not like me..." Caine thought about a moment where he caught Pomni glaring at him for a split second after having one too many panic attacks before the adventures even started.

"DON'T worry about it, it's not the end of the world. Pomni's an ai, she doesn't understand humans like us very well. All we can do to help her is play along, and continue to suggest more humane adventures, with trial and error, she's bound to get it right."

Caine thought about Jax's thought, seeing the validity of patience and further implementation of ideas to help Pomni make fun adventures for everyone. "I... guess that makes sense. Say, do you wanna lap around the lake with me?"

"Sure." Said Jax, happy with his sly, but kind yellow smile and dapper patchwork outfit with a bow tie, looking like some storybook character who lives in a Burrow or shoe.

They walk for a bit, leaving the tent outside, and they spot Gangle, who was kinda grumpy looking at this hole in the ground.

"Hey Gangle," called out Jax to her, "whatcha dooin?"

Gangle, seeing Jax, breathes out in a rather heavy and huffy way, with a small scowl. "Oh, nothing really, just checking out this weird hole."

Jax and Caine came over and observed the hole as well, finding it odd that there was one, it looked deeper, but it was too small for anyone to fit inside it

"What do you suppose is inside? Have either of you guys found holes like this before?" Said Caine, curious.

"Well, I sure didn't dig it." Said Gangle, grumpily huffing, then walking off. "If anyone needs me, I'm gonna fuck off and drown myself again."

"Gangle we can't die, remember?"

"DON'T remind me..." yelled out Gangle as she left kinda furrowed.

"What's with her?"

"I dunno Caine, she's been grouchy ever since I got here. She's pretty nice otherwise."

Caine shrugged his shoulders as he and Jax watch Gangle walk away, then they decide to leave the hole alone too.

Their moment is interrupted by a mallet hitting each of their heads.

"Ow, what gives, this is-oh...it's you."

Rags walks up from behind. She gives a cheeky smirk as she pats her mallet on her ragdoll mits, like some Italian mobster ready to break kneecaps.

"Buzz Off Rags." Said Jax, slightly heated, yet holding a composure of calmness and etiquette.

"Make me~" Said Rags, the mean spirited prankster(as if she werev like canon Jax, but worse), "and Chuckleboy her could lose some teeth some he talks too much."

Rags Looks at Caine slowly inching towards him with each footstep: "But Don't worry ToothBrain~ Pomni will give you gold replacements, you might even look actually a little cool~." She said sadistically, starting to chase Caine, swinging her mallet trying to hit Caine's teeth, of which Caine runs for his life from. "HEEEEEEELP!!! POMNIIIIII!!!"

"Tattletail! Snitches get Stitches! Now come here, and let me be your Dentist for a Day, you oversized denture man." Rags Yells, running after Caine in her jean overalls, determined to make an example of him, who runs just fast enough to outrun her.

Jax hesitates to help, not wanting to get involved, knowing Pomni is pretty good at hearing the crew when they scream that desperately, and could definitely help.

"Don't worry Caine, The squeaky wheel gets the grease" Says Jax, relaxing since Pomni's definitely going to hear Caine.

Pomni pops up, snapping her fingers, and freezing Caine and Rags in place.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, once again fighting like little children... You guys are something else. Aren't you all in your 20s?! CAN'T YOU GUYS GO WITHOUT FIGHTING A SINGLE DARN DAY?! I'm putting you both in time out, right now..."

"Pomni, if I may, Raggy here was trying to operate on Caine today. She's the one instigating this fight, and she's usually the one doing it"

Pomni, liking Jax for his agreeableness, believes him, and glares at Rags, as she secretly detected her messing up the adventures for fun before, deciding to let Caine go, and transports Rags away with another snap, before Ragatha could finish: "Jax, you Motherf-#)#/&@) Sni-" poof, and she was gone, likely locked/detained in her room.

"(Sighs), I'm sorry guys, she is such a pain. You boys enjoy her day. Adventures await tomorrow~" She says joyfully, with a little undertone of menace, clearly pissed off at Rags, as she disappears in an instant.

Caine and Jax then keep going, eventually running into Kinger, who sits on a bench by the lake.

"Oh, hi guys, how's it going?

"Were good Kinger, Caine, and I were just enjoying the view too." *Jax and Caine joined Kinger.*

"We found a hole." Said Caine.

"OH, how interesting. I wonder what it's for."

"We don't know, but we decided to leave it alone."

"That's probably for the best, hah-," Kinger said, then trailing off, looking at the sun.

Caine andJax join him as they stare out into the distance, forgetting about their original plans for a walk.

Wet Gangle floats to the surface after sitting at the bottom of the lake awhile, having spaced out getting lost, gazing at the aquatic bubbles(as being underwater doesn't hurt her she can breathe down there like everyone else), secretly pretending she's an axolotl while feeling like she doesn't belong anywhere, nor fits in with anyone in the group, save for secretly Zooble, whom quietly gazed at her from the other side of the lake from everyone else on the little steamboat that merely floats in place, wanting to cuddle her and tell her it's okay, but was too shy to make a move, and found herself diving into her sketchbook and drawing herself holding Zooble and picking her up out of the water instead.

(End)

some swap au screenshot redraws

[bumblingbabooshka]

Mini Plots under the cut

B'Elanna: Sort of blames herself for her father leaving their family and has to come face to face with the sad little baby version of herself that she's blaming and it gets ugly but also heals a part of her. The B'Elannas don't have beef with each other REALLY, they have beef with their dad and the world. Tuvok: Child Tuvok thinks adult Tuvok is a boring traditionalist who turned out just as his father always wanted and resents him for it. Sheeple. Where's his spirit? Adult Tuvok thinks this kid is delusional and disrespectful. Chakotay: Child Chakotay thinks it's unthinkable that Chakotay turned his back on Starfleet and is angry and devastated by the news that his father died fighting instead of giving in to the Cardassians and evacuating his home. He calls the decision and the man stupid which angers Adult Chakotay, hence the beef. Similar to B'Elanna, being able to talk it out with himself is healing. Remembers things about his dad he's long since forgotten about. Neelix: Adult Neelix is crying and hugging child Neelix and telling him to please please please cherish your family, spend as much time with them as you can. Ashamed of what his life's become. Does NOT tell child Neelix what happens to his family, doesn't care that this won't actually affect the timeline in any way - wants to preserve his happiness. Seven: Baby Seven has a lot of questions that Adult Seven doesn't know the answers to. Much younger than the others' childhood selves. Baby Seven doesn't really understand why the situation's as sad as it is. Tom: Trying to appear cool and suave in front of his childhood self and this works well but then Kid Tom does something that annoys Adult Tom and after scolding him he says "C'mon don't be so sensitive kid-" and both Toms remember their dad at the same time. Not fun Not fun Not fun!! Kes: Kid Kes thinks she's so cool for achieving their life's dream and going around on a STARSHIP and having awesome powers and WOW WOW WOW!!! They're just buds. Janeway: Kid Janeway thinks Adult Janeway's pretty ok...wishes she was a scientist but being captain's alright too~! Janeway likes the little scamp. Gets a bit wistful when she talks about her dad but doesn't tell her he died, similar to Neelix. Would lie if asked. Harry: Kid Harry thinks adult Harry's living the DREAM and wants to hear ALL ABOUT his adventures!! Similar to Kes, kid Harry brings about no conflicting emotions and uncomplicatedly adores adult Harry. Like Janeway, Harry gets wistful when his parents are brought up but they're both still alive so it's not as serious! Tells kid Harry to appreciate his parents more. You love them a lot, right? Right! The Doctor: He has no childhood. Please imagine he gets jealous and tries to make a child version of himself but it's just a shrunk down version of current him with a propeller hat, suspenders, and giant lollipop.

[littlelamy]

title: he catches you at a party

warnings: 18+, language, angst, part 1 part 2 part 3

you down another shot, the burn sharp on your tongue, making you a little tipsy. jj’s eyes glint under the pink and red haze, cocky and amused as he watches you. he swipes his tongue over his lip, chasing a stray drop of tequila.

“damn, princess....almost forgot you know how to have fun.”

you roll your eyes but take his hand anyway, pulling him onto the dance floor. it’s messy, probably but exactly what you need. his grip tightens on your hips, drawing you against him, moving in sync like this isn’t the first time. his breath is hot at your ear, saying something really dirty, but you don’t hear it—

because the air shifts.

you feel it before you see it, that heavy weight settling over you, pinning you in place.

rafe.

you don’t stop. if anything, you press closer to jj, tilting your head back just enough to let him mouth at your neck, let his fingers dig in a little harder. let rafe watch.

and he does. for about three seconds before all hell breaks loose.

one minute, jj’s laughing against your skin, the next he’s on the floor, lip split open, blinking up at the ceiling with wide, shocked eyes. it happens so fast you barely register rafe’s fist still clenched, his chest heaving, his face twisted in pure rage. he doesn’t even glance at jj before his hand is wrapping around your wrist, yanking you toward the exit.

“what the fuck, rafe?” you spit, struggling against his grip, but he doesn’t let go, dragging you outside and into the cool night air.

he shoves a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“what the fuck am i doing?” you laugh, shaking your head. “i should be asking you that! you lost your damn mind?”

his jaw clenches, muscles jumping as he swallows hard. “weeks, baby. weeks away from you, and i—I don’t know how to fucking breathe without you.” his voice cracks on the last word, something raw in his eyes. “i was a complete fucking idiot. i fucked up. i don’t deserve you, i know that. and if you never want me again, i—”

the bitch starts crying.

actual tears glisten in his stormy blue eyes, his hands twitching like he wants to reach for you but knows he can’t. “but i can’t stand seeing you with him. with anyone that isn’t me.”

something in your chest squeezes, but you shove it down, clenching your fists at your sides. “good.” and then, before he can say another word or sink his claws into you again—

smack.

his head snaps to the side, jaw tightening, a slow exhale leaving his lips as he blinks hard. you’re breathing heavy, nostrils flaring, fists still clenched at your sides. then—

you grab his face, fingers pressing into his jaw as you yank him forward, slamming your mouth against his.

it’s fire, it’s so so wrong and it’s everything you swore you wouldn’t do, but fuck it. for a second, just a second, you let yourself drown in it—the way his lips part for you, the way his hands instinctively find your waist, the way he whimpers into your mouth like he’s starving for you.

you pull back and slap him again, harder this time.

his eyes snap open, breath ragged, lips swollen, with a dazed, hungry look on his face.

“stay the fuck away from me,” you spit, turning on your heel, walking back inside without another glance.

rafe just stands there, jaw ticking, watching you disappear into the crowd, already thinking of how the fuck he’s going to get you back.

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[kxsagi]

hi! This is my first time requesting so sorry if I'm a little awkward lmao. Anyways can I request one for Reo where considering he always gets what he wants, and thinks girls like him because of his looks/money (based off my interpretation of his character + ep nagi) when the time comes he actually did like a girl (reader) he really struggles because reader showed no interest lol. Anyways, thank you!

“𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭”

a/n: oooh i’ve never written anything for our gay rich boy before. and you’re all good dw!

ngl reo reminds me of the song “whatever she want” by bryson tiller (fire song btw) and “tapout” by rich gang

(don't know art credits sorry) he's so fine

reo mikage was used to winning. he was used to getting his way. it came with the territory – the money, the status, the looks. his life had always been an easy game of give and take. he gave a glance, a smile, a lazy smirk, and in return, he took hearts. casually. effortlessly. without even trying. 

girls liked him. obviously. they liked the penthouse views, the sleek cars, the designer watch he wore like it meant nothing. they liked the expensive dinner dates that didn’t even make a dent in his card. they liked the way he played soccer with unbothered precision, elegant and composed, the perfect balance of charm and skill. they liked everything about him. 

so, when he met you, he didn’t expect you to be any different. 

except you were. 

you barely looked at him. barely even acknowledged him beyond the most basic courtesy. a glance. a polite smile. a nod when necessary. nothing more. you didn’t fawn, didn’t blush, didn’t giggle. you didn’t trail after him or hang on his words. didn’t care when he slung a towel over his shoulder and his shirt clung to his skin post-practice. didn’t so much as glance at the stupid, limited-edition watch on his wrist that was probably worth your rent. 

and gosh, it drove him insane. 

at first, it was just an irritation. a minor dent to his ego. maybe you were just playing hard to get. maybe you were the kind who wanted to be chased. fine. he could play along. he was good at games. he could wait for you to crack. 

but you never did. 

weeks passed. then months. you were the same. cordial. friendly enough, but so completely unmoved by him, it made his eye twitch. you were kind, sure. sweet, even. just… not specifically to him. you treated him like he was just another guy. not reo mikage – the heir, the rising soccer star, the guy with a face and a bank account anyone would die for. 

and it left him a little unhinged. 

suddenly, he was the one looking for you at practice. lingering by the vending machine because he knew you always grabbed a drink there. making excuses to walk past the staff office, just in case you were there. he started trying, actually trying, to get your attention. 

he started lingering in conversations longer, waiting for you to notice his voice. he made half-hearted jokes to hear your laugh. let out exasperated sighs louder than necessary when he was tired, hoping you’d ask if he was okay. 

nothing. 

when he bought new shoes, he casually asked, "you like them?" 

you blinked. glanced at them briefly. "yeah, they’re cool." 

cool. cool. 

his shoes were custom-made and flown in from italy and all you could say was cool??? 

reo was losing his mind. 

the final straw came at a post-match event. he had just scored twice, and everyone was celebrating. people congratulated him, patted his back, showered him with praise. and then he saw you, quietly sitting on the terrace balcony, nursing a drink. he didn’t think twice before slipping away from the crowd and joining you. 

"you’re not celebrating?" he asked, feigning nonchalance. 

you glanced over, then back at the view. "i am. just not a fan of big crowds." 

he took that as an opening and slid into the seat next to you. surely, you’d see him differently tonight. he was riding the high of victory, practically glowing from it. girls were practically staring at him, but here he was, sitting next to you. 

"you saw the match, right?" he asked, eyes glinting, lips quirking into that signature smirk that usually made people weak in the knees. 

you hummed. "yeah, you were good." 

good. good. 

he was phenomenal. he scored the winning goal and you had the audacity to say good??? 

he didn’t even realize he was pouting slightly until you gave him a funny look. 

"what?" you asked, clearly confused by his expression. 

"nothing," he muttered, sulking into his seat. 

there was a beat of silence before you spoke again, your voice almost hesitant. 

"hey… do you think you could introduce me to nagi?" 

reo physically malfunctioned. he stared at you, mouth slightly open, unable to process what you just said. "what?" 

you smiled, completely oblivious to the dagger you’d just driven through his chest. "nagi. he seems cool. i feel like we’d get along." 

nagi. nagi. his lazy, bored, white-haired best friend. you wanted to meet nagi. 

for the first time in his life, reo mikage was faced with the impossible: rejection. not even outright rejection, just a complete, indifferent dismissal. you weren’t playing hard to get. you just… didn’t care. you weren’t interested. you didn’t look at him and see wealth or status or charm. you saw some guy. just reo. 

and as he sat there, stewing in disbelief, he realized two things. 

one: this was new territory. he’d never actually had to try before. 

two: he liked you more for it. 

because you weren’t shallow. you weren’t there for his money, his name, his easy charm. you didn’t fall for the things that made him likable to everyone else. and maybe it pissed him off at first, but it also made him want you more. 

so, as you kept rambling about how nagi seemed fun, completely unaware of the internal war raging inside him, reo downed the rest of his drink. 

fine. you wanted nothing to do with his wealth or charm? 

good. 

he’d just have to win you over the hard way. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: i don’t chase, i attract 

[yvesssssssss]

heyy, i got a request !! 🤭

how does the sakamoto boys confess their love? 🙏 (love your works, please keep it up! 🤍)

How the sakamoto days boys confess their love

(nagumo, shin, gaku, heisuke, uzuki, natsuki seba)

I hope you like it!!

Nagumo Yoichi

He’s the type to joke about being in love with you for ages, dropping flirty comments like, "You know, if I ever settle down, it’d have to be with someone as cute as you."

When he actually confesses, it still sounds like a joke—until you realize he’s not laughing. He corners you after a mission or a casual day out, leaning in close with a smirk but a rare softness in his eyes.

"I think I really like you. No, scratch that—I know I love you. So, what do you say? Wanna be my partner in crime forever?"

Shin Asakura

Shin overthinks his confession so much. He wants it to be perfect but gets caught up in his own nerves.

He keeps reading your thoughts unintentionally, hearing things like, “He’s acting weird today…” which makes him even more nervous.

He finally blurts it out at the worst possible moment—like when you're eating or talking about something unrelated. "I like you, okay?! A lot! More than a friend should!"

If you laugh, he gets even redder. If you accept, he stammers and fumbles, but his relieved smile is the cutest thing ever.

Natsuki Seba

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but you can tell he’s been thinking about it for a while.

One day, while he's fixing his JCC card or casually drinking soda, he just says, "You know, I like you."

If you don’t react immediately, he just nods and goes, "Cool. Just thought you should know." But his ears are bright red.

If you tease him about it, he’ll play it off like it’s nothing, but the way he avoids eye contact says otherwise.

Gaku

He doesn’t do subtle. At all.

One day, mid-training or after a fight, he just stares at you intensely and says, "I like you. Be mine." No lead-up, no hesitation—just pure Gaku energy.

If you’re shocked, he’ll tilt his head like, "What? You don’t want to?" but there’s a rare, nervous edge in his voice.

If you accept, he grins and immediately slings an arm around you like you’ve been dating for years. "Good. I wasn’t planning on losing, anyway."

Heisuke Mashimo

He tries to confess multiple times but keeps messing it up—tripping, stuttering, or getting interrupted.

Eventually, he just writes it down, but the note is super dramatic: "By the time you read this, I have probably embarrassed myself beyond repair. But I like you. A lot."

When you confront him about it, he panics and is like, "Uhh—wait, what did I write?!" before covering his face.

If you accept, he gets so excited that he almost faints.

Uzuki Kei

Uzuki is someone who has trouble believing he deserves love, so his confession is filled with hesitation.

He doesn’t want to burden you with his feelings, but at some point, he can’t hold them back anymore.

He confesses in a quiet moment, probably late at night, when you’re both alone. His voice is soft but serious:

"I shouldn’t love you. But I do."

His eyes are filled with conflict, like he’s waiting for you to walk away. If you accept, he looks genuinely surprised—like he never expected to be loved back.

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for catwithakufi behind the cut; “Billy and Damian and the whole soulmate thing”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Typically this receiver is intended to facilitate communication with temporary allies,” Robin says. “It possesses a limited lifespan. However, I would also prefer the method of communication we establish be private, therefore I am uninterested in deciding upon one in front of half the Justice League.” 

Billy thinks the flustered feeling is getting worse, somehow. Robin wants a private method for them to communicate? Like–okay probably that’s just because he’s one of Batman’s kids and all but just–private? 

“Okay!” he manages, and his voice cracks mortifyingly. He tries not to die of embarrassment over that and just grabs the receiver out of Robin’s hand quick to stick in his pocket. “Uh–um, right! Sure! Okay. Uh–thanks? Um–how lightning-proof is this?” 

“. . . not particularly,” Robin admits, frowning like he’s annoyed. Billy might be more concerned about that if Robin, again, weren’t one of Batman’s kids, so probably what he’s annoyed at is himself for not having a lightning-proof communicator on hand. Which, like, they literally only met today, so Billy doesn’t know why he would be. But like, Batman is always like that too, and definitely so’s every single Robin and we-don’t-talk-about-Robin he’s ever met, so . . . yeah, he guesses that’s just normal Bat-stuff and all. 

“Maybe, um, we can figure something out there,” Billy says sheepishly. Like–maybe, anyway. “Oh or I could–” wait, no, Robin said “private”, so actually he shouldn’t say anything else he could do–“do, uh, something. Probably. Maybe.” 

Like, there’s a couple things he could probably do, at least, just– 

“Excellent,” Robin says with a brisk nod, then inclines his head. “I will consult with my own contacts as well. I am certain we will be able to arrange something sufficient for our purposes.” 

Robin is so cool, Billy thinks, and attempts not to blush over again. It’s probably, like, doomed to fail but he can at least try, okay? 

Honestly he’s just gonna be lucky if he doesn’t ending up swooning over the guy or something, but like, in his defense, when he’s his normal size and Robin isn’t freaked-out because he thinks he’s getting ditched by his dad, it is just a lot more obvious how cool he is, okay? Like a whole lot. 

“Cool,” he manages awkwardly. “Um, yeah. Cool!” 

Man, he really hopes Robin’ll think he’s cute too–cool too! Cool! He meant cool! 

Oh gods, Billy thinks, barely repressing a cringe, and is so glad Martian Manhunter couldn’t make today’s meeting. 

He stares even more awkwardly at Robin, trying to figure out something else to say right now that doesn’t sound weird or dumb, and Robin just watches him expectantly like he thinks he’s gonna say something that doesn’t sound weird or dumb and oh gods half the stupid League is here and just watching them and Billy is gonna say something weird and dumb and never gonna live it down ever–

“Doin’ alright down there, Mini-Cap?” Flash asks as he muffles a snicker against his fist. Billy shoots him a look full of daggers. Or, like, lightning. Flash is probably pretty lightning-proof anyway, it’s fine. Fine-ish, which–whatever, not the point anyway. 

“I’m great, yeah. How’re you? How’s your wife doing?” he asks pointedly. “Did she like that one Thai place?” 

“. . . yes,” Flash mutters, dropping his face into his hands. 

“Really, that’s great, I’m so glad to hear that,” Billy says, still eyeing him. Flash does not have room to talk about embarrassing himself in front of his soulmate, dammit. Or like anybody but especially with soulmate stuff! “I thought she would.” 

Flash just faceplants into the table again and covers his head with his arms. Billy feels slightly mollified, but sticks his tongue out at him anyway. Jerk. 

Okay, well, Flash is still being less of a jerk than Superman’s being, he guesses, because Superman just thinks he can’t do his job, apparently, which is whatever, fine, Billy doesn’t even care. It’s fine that literal Superman thinks he can’t do his job, totally. 

Today is maybe kinda like, a little bit of a rollercoaster, he reflects glumly. Like a real big rollercoaster. 

“Don’t you think there’s a somewhat simpler method for you two to be keeping in touch?” Batman asks, and right, Billy thinks as he remembers the absolute biggest jerk in this conversation, and scowls up at stupid friggin’ Batman.

[tonycries]

Gojo Satoru is a simp. A menace. A walking god complex wrapped in a designer coat and sunglasses, with infinity-level power and zero self-control when it comes to you.

Not the type to fall often—hell, he barely gives a shit about anything that isn’t sugar or saving the world—but you? One look and his entire brain rewired to say, “Hers. I’m hers.”

The man is down horrendously, and the kicker? He’s fine with it. Loves it, actually.

You walk into the room? His jaw’s on the floor.

You so much as glance his way? His pulse jumps like you just whispered “fuck me” in his ear.

He tries to play it cool, sunglasses down, grin all smug, leaning lazy-like against the wall—

But inside? Feral. Screaming. Brain cells? All on fire, all saying “Mine, mine, mine.”

He’s supposed to be untouchable—the strongest, the cockiest, the man with the answers and the power and the charm. But that first time you looked up and caught him staring like he’d never seen anything so goddamn beautiful—

Boom. Brain gone. Dick hard. Soul yours.

And when he realizes that you showed up with Naoya Zenin, he loses his goddamn mind.

It was a blind date, you’d said. Not serious. Just seeing where it goes.

Gojo hears that and thinks cool, I’ll kill him later.

Naoya’s fake smiling, showing off, trying way too hard, and Gojo sees right through him.

Knows he’s only there to flex. Knows he’s baiting him.

But Satoru’s not about to let some Zenin rat get the best of him. Oh no. He’s gonna make you laugh first.

So he shows up. Loud. Flashy. Sitting way too close.

Arm slung behind your chair, his voice low and smooth by your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“So… this the guy you’re risking your life with? You sure, pretty girl? Because I promise, you could do way better.”

You snort-laugh, can’t even cover it, and he sees stars.

You glance over your shoulder, smirking like sin.

“What, like you?”

He grins—filthy, bright, devastating.

“Exactly like me.”

Your eyes meet, heat between you electric, and for a second, it’s just you two, Naoya forgotten, tension crackling like a live wire between you.

You both know it’s not just flirting anymore.

And Gojo?

He’s fucking gone.

⸻

The Naoya thing dies quick. You didn’t like the vibe is what you tell Gojo and while that’s true…maybe the strongest played more of a role than you’d ever admit.

Even though it’s over, Gojo remembers.

Remembers you being with someone else.

Remembers him touching your lower back.

Remembers having to smile through it.

And when you offhandedly mention a hookup that came after?

“Didn’t count. Wasn’t good.”

Gojo stares at you like you shot him in the chest.

“Not good?”

You shrug, casual.

“Just one of those things. Whatever.”

Whatever.

WHATEVER.

He’s pacing now, running a hand through his hair, sunglasses off, eyes burning.

“Let me get this straight. Some loser got to have you—got to touch you—and didn’t absolutely worship the ground you walk on? Didn’t ruin you for anyone else? Didn’t even try?”

You blink. “I mean—”

He’s in your face, voice low and dangerous, frustrated but not with you—with his newest arch nemesis, the dumbass who got the opportunity of a lifetime and didn’t manage to make you cum ONCE. He hated this man with every fiber of his being.

“You should’ve been trembling. You should’ve been wrecked—blissed out, begging, ruined.”

You laugh—nervous, breathless.

He leans in more, grinning like he wants to ruin you now.

“I’d die to touch you like that. You think I’d let you walk away thinking it was just okay? Nah, baby. I’d make you feel it for days.”

His voice drops, hungry, heated—feral.

“One chance, pretty girl. One night. Let me show you what worship really feels like.”

You stare.

He smirks with that insufferable look in his eye and you end up stuffed to the brim, crying, breathless underneath him as he ruins you for anyone else and finally shows you he’s so much more than just talk. It’s hot, desperate, perfect.

When you’re tangled in his arms, voice hoarse from the screaming, lips swollen, covered in his marks (hand prints and hickeys), still delirious from all the orgasms, giggling from pure joy satisfaction - he thinks he’s going to die a happy man.

When you say, still breathless, “God, I adore you. We’re doing that again. A lot.”

He blinks. Stops breathing.

Adore? We? Again? A lot?

His brain explodes.

Heart gone. Ring finger itching.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, smiling like a man who just found religion.

“Yeah, baby. A lot. Forever, if you want.”

Because Gojo doesn’t just want another night.

He wants all your mornings. Every damn one.

Oh HELLOOOOOO??? 😈 I need more of this right NEOW nonnie mmm this has me fed. Hehehe love Naoya being used as a lil' plot device...

[mixelation]

@phoenixremix69 said this on this post:

i really hope [tori] doesn't corrupt sakura and now she's reading trashy porn of her sensei

and actually i have been rotating tori & team 7 a bit (this post is largely NOT about reading bad erotica novels)

point the first: the wave mission-to-chunin exam arc is meant to be a turning point in tori as like, coming into her own as a ninja. almost everything she does up into this point is stuff she could have feasibly done as a civilian, or else something she felt massively uncomfortable about

the end results of the wave mission is team 7 comes out thinking tori is....... kind of cool? tori calls the missing-nin's boss in front of sakura and then tells sakura "don't do things the way every says they should be done, do them they way that works. there's infinite ways to skin a cat" and sakura feels her third eye start to creak open. it's the first time naruto has seen fuuinjutsu applied in a practical way that's not just (whta he perceives to be) his parents fucking around, and also the first time he's sensed that if he can figure out what tori is saying, it's actually maybe sort of cool. sasuke has been told more than once by his brother than tori should always be ignored, unless it's life-or-death, in which case sasuke should do exactly what tori says* and he finally gets wtf that means

*tori has agreed that sasuke should live at all costs or else itachi will lose his mind. itachi has accept that tori probably cannot stop herself form trying to trick a cute kid into walking into a screen door, but she will do insane things to keep sasuke alive. that's romance baby

also i guess my Vision for the final confrontation was Zabuza/Haku?/Zombie Combi vs Tori + Team 7. i might change the choreo but basically i think tori largely doesn't monologue/say cool lines but what she DOES do is

tori @ kakashi, realizing hidan is probably the the deadliest if you don't know his jutsu: i'm going to take the one with light hair, and then help you with the rest

kakashi, pretending not to be serious even though he's panicking: maa, i wonder why you're the one making the calls?

hidan: BITCH WE CAN HEAR YOU????

tori, attempting to communicate with both at once: you know that when i say i'll do something, i'll make it happen, no matter what god you pray to about it

and then naruto goes home and is like "and then tori siad THIS AWESOME THING--" and tori is like "NOOOO WHY DID I SAY THAAAAAT"

anyway! sakura. sakura is like "i have found someone to look up to" and kakashi is like "please don't" but then the chunin exams come around and actually what IF kakashi let tori train sakura

and i was thinking, in a blatant move for me to work through a lot of the gripes i have with strong!sakura fics..... so sakura's first tournament match is against neji. so i was thinking maybe she goes over to team gai to tell him she's looking forward to their match. she doesn't really mean it; she's kind of afraid of him. but lee likes her and gai and her sensei are friends, and she feels like it's polite. and neji is going through his moody thirteen year old phase and he's like: i'm not looking forward to it. you're clearly the weakest on your team and i don't think you're a serious ninja. look at you. did you waste your time bringing lip gloss to this exam?

and sakura's been having self esteem issues because like. in this au she's really the odd-man out on her team, and she doesn't really have anything special going for her, and that's just..... is she a serious ninja?

and i want tori to be like: sakura, how many hours a week do you train and do physical conditioning? how many hours to do you spend studying and meditating? you're fine

tori: a lot of people act like if you're not constantly training, you're wasting your time. but overworking your body is worse for you than not training at all

sakura: but--

tori: and who fucking cares if you like make-up? most kunoichi wear make-up. the handbook has recommendations for a minimal make-up travel pack to carry for undercover work, and it ALSO recommends cultivating hobbies for mental health reasons. there's nothing wrong with make-up and it could even help you. plus if you didn't wear make-up, he'd just criticize you for not being womanly enough

sakura: but--

tori: if he looks down at you for wearing lip gloss, then it'll just make him all the more surprised when he's missing his skin

sakura: wait what

anyway i don't think sakura starts reading tori's erotica. i think she tells tori all the COOL pre-teens read this other series, and tori goes off and buys a copy. it's really compelling. itachi, what do you think about--

[alex-andrya]

lol more like how did it happen I’m so curious on how it goes from a fantasy to reality

okay...so...

this is going to be huge

i started going to the school gym over summer break and that's when i really developed a yearning for him. i mean i always thought he was handsome, sexy, manly, whatever. But i wasn't like obsessing over him until this started. I wasn't flicking the bean, polishing the pearl, tossing my own salad, etc. Some days we had small groups, some days there were big groups, but most days I'd catch him looking at me for obvious reasons (have you seen me???) and i'd give him a lil smile or like pop my hip for him or somethign like that. Anything to let him know i knew he was looking and didn't mind. The first couple times he got super flustered and like wouldn't even say bye to me after training. Right before school started we had a morning where nobody showed up (the football team was doing their own thing) except me and him (a copule more showed up later) and i asked him to train me. It was really cool because he went into like coach mode (also really fucking hot) and even touched me a few times to make sure i was moving the right way.

Well I told him afterward (after the late people left) that i really appreciated his advice and asked if he could like help me work out some stiffness and he was like obviously hesitant and i said "relax, it's not like i'm asking you for a massage," and he was like okay. It was mostly in my neck region (i'm a cocksucker so it comes with the territory) and his hands felt SO fucking good. They were warm and soft but hard and strong at the same time. I didn't even mean to like moan but it felt so good and at one point i think i was like sounding sexual and he paused and I was like "sorry."

he said he was worried about someone hearing and getting the wrong idea, and i was like "don't worry I'll never tell on you." and then giggled a little.

He stopped rubbing my neck and said some shit about how we needed to maybe talk about boundaries because even though he thought I was really cool and funny and smart, he didn't want anybody to get the wrong idea about us, or me to get the wrong idea about him.

I kinda stepped away and just smiled and shrugged and said "if you want to set boundaries, it's okay. I'm not like thinking you're trying to groom me or anything. But if you do have a crush on me you should just tell me and get it out of your system." I was like super flirty about it and started walking away because it was like time to go home anyway.

The next day there were a lot of people and he barely looked at me. But at the end of the day he was like offering extra conditioning for anybody that wanted to stay and i was like okay this is my chance because nobody wants to do extra conditioning

EXCEPT THIS ONE BITCH WHO OBVIOUSLY WANTED HIM so we both stayed after to do sprints with him, like actually with him, beside him and if it wasnt' for her i probably would have passed out from being so nervous and excited and anxious and shit from the day before.

we were all three dripping with sweat bc late summer and i asked her (she's actually super nice and we are kinda friends) if she wanted to get together for dinner that night and she was like sure she just had to go home and shower and change and i'm like okay fuck yeah i'm going to shower HERE because he was already in the shower and i knew we'd be the only two here so when I got out of the shower and dried off and put on something clean I was like listening for him and when i heard him close the office door I started going out to the parking lot and we ran into each other like PHYSICALLY outside of the gym.

he told me i was really fast and put in a lot of good work and i just kind of joked and said "yeah well unfortunately my neck is SO sore now if only i had someone to rub it for me!"

He laughed, like out loud, and it was the sweetest sound, and i told him that he had a beautiful laugh and he kinda froze as he was locking the gym doors and i remember looking up at him with the sun behind his head and feeling like i could see him thinking hard about what he was gonna say next and i just said "sorry, i forgot...boundaries and shit, right?"

he smiled at me and it was like a sad smile. he said that i was a great girl and he was glad we had a good relationship, but that it was inappropriate for me to flirt with him and i was fucking heartbroken.

fast forward two weeks and i'm in his class and we are sharing looks and he gives me this smile that i'd never seen him give before and it sent a rush through me so strong that i thought i was going to cum then and there. It was such a hot and enchanting look. And I felt like it meant something...

So after school, he managed the gym for like sports teams that worked out, but most of the teams went straight into practice and by 4, nobody was in the gym.

Except me. And him.

We were working out apart. I remember it so clear, I was doing squats and I could see him looking at me in the mirror and i racked the bar and i turned around and walked up to him and said "are you checking my form or my ass?"

Now normally something like this would have sent him for a loop. he would have looked away and blushed and stuttered and shit because obv i'm his student and he's a teacher. But he just stood there liek a fucking mountain and didn't say anything. his eyes kept looking at mine, my left one and my right one, back and forth, and my mouth went fucking dry because i felt like we were about to do something insane.

Then he turned around, but instead of being upset i got pissed off and just fucking snapped "I know you want me, and i want you, and I'd never fucking tell anybody and I'd give up everything to be your girl even if it was just for a day."

Idk what made me say it i was just so pissed that he wouldn't acknowledge me as a woman he just kept seeing me as this fucking kid in his class that liked to joke around.

Then he snapped at me. "Don't fucking say shit like that, Alex." He had his finger in my face and everything. I thought I was going to cry. now I look back on that and my imagination runs wild but in the moment i was so scared that i fucked everything up.

Then he told me that he likes to go for evening walks. By himself. He told me where he did it and I knew exactly where. He told me what time. So I went there, five minutes early, sober as a fucking nun wearing a denim skirt and a tank top because it was hot, but i definitely didn't wear anything underneath.

I sat by the water and told myself that he wasn't going to come, this was a waste of time, and when the time he said came i got up to leave because i was so scared that he wasn't going to show up but when i turned around, he was just standing there staring at me like he didn't know who i was or what to do.

So I walked up to him and took his hand. He didn't pull away. I touched his face (he's a foot taller than me), and he didn't pull away. I smiled at him, and idk what my lips looked like but he couldn't look away from them.

Then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he crushed me with his arms. We kissed softly for a bit, like we weren't sure if this was real or stupid or what. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he let me rub his tongue with mine. I ran my fingers through his hair. Idk how long we kissed like that for but when we were done i felt like i couldn't breathe.

We spent the rest of the night talking about our feelings. Connecting intellectually and spiritually. Talked about nature, about beauty, about what we loved about the water, the sky, the moon, etc. I told him finally that I wanted to be with him for a long time and that i knew how risky it was to do what we just did, but that i'd never betray him or give him up and no matter what happened I'd do anything he needed me to do to make sure this stayed safe, that he stayed safe. I told him that i never wanted to be one of those girls that was seen as a victim. I told him a lot of the stuff i share here about how i don't want to be treated any certain way because of my age, that i feel like i'm way more mature anyway. I told him that i felt like we connected on a much deeper level and he agreed. He was surprised by how he felt for me because he didn't expect to find such a strong match in someone...like me. I was a little sad at how he said that but then he was like "I don't see you as a student, as anything but a young woman with a strong heart and a sharp mind. I know women twice your age that are half the woman you are." So naturally i asked if they were hot and he said "not like you are." I bit my lip and crawled onto his lap and straddled him and held his face and started kissing him. I put his hands on my butt and he froze. Then he started squeezing my butt and i felt his fingertips go under my skirt and my skin was on fire under his touch. I told him i wanted him and he kissed me harder. I told him i needed him and he pulled away because I was obviously trying to fuck him then and there. He said we should wait, that this is very new and we shouldn't move too fast.

"Besides, i don't want to hurt you."

I rolled my eyes at him and said "okay mister big dick i'm not exactly a virgin you know i can handle whatever you've got."

He laughed and said "I'm sure you can." He checked the time and said he had to go back before it got suspicious and that's hwen I remembered he was married. I didn't even think twice about it. I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted to know when we could meet up again.

He went for an evening walk every night that week, and by the end of the week, he was out of reasons for us not to do anything beyond kissing. I remember it was friday night. his wife was out with her friends. He was fishing when I got there, and I was wearing the same outfit from the first night except i had my hair braided by a friend who only knew i had a hot date lmao. I also wore a necklace my mom got me. It was gold with a cross on it. I kinda had a feeling he would give in that night, but i tried to go in with no expectations. We snuggled up on a log by the water. He was wearing short gym shorts that were like midthigh lenght and a tshirt. he smelled clean and his beard oil was like foresty or something ikd. I had my head on his shoulder and we weren't talking while he was reeling in without a fish for like the 30th time that night. I asked him if i could try and he said sure if i knew how to cast and like i'm an indiana girl so obviously i know how to cast a fishing rod, so i did it and reeled it in really fast because i only cared about getting the rod out of his hands and getting his ROD into MY HANDS. He was trying to get me to slow down while i was reeling and saying shit i'll never catch anything like that and when i had it in i said "Good then i won't have fish piss on my hands when I jerk you off."

He froze and i jumped on his lap and started kissing him and almost knocked him off the log lmao. now up to this point we had kissed a lot and were kind of handsy but he never felt more than my butt, and he hadn't seen me naked or anthing, and i'd only ever seen him shirtless. That was all about to change. While we were kissing I felt his hands going up and down my back and then he went under my shirt, for the first time, to feel my back and that's when i rippe dmy tank off and showed him my tits. He couldn't stop looking at them and was like instantly sucking on my tits and rubbing them on his face before he had them in his hands and kissing me. I reached down and into his shorts to feel how hard his dick was. Like i'd seen his bulge before and had even felt it when we would make out so i knew he was packing but having my hand around it was fucking world changing. he is HUGE. and i was like "Holy fuck your dick is huge," and he said "you sure you can handle it still?"

To that i just got off his lap and pulled off his shirt and started kissing down to his dick and pulled his shorts off so he was bare ass on the log while I knelt between his legs staring at his dick. I started stroking it and then put my mouth on the head and i stg i never opened my mouth so wide in my life. It felt amazing in my mouth and my pussy was throbbing at the thought of him inside of me. I had to use both hands to stroke him and suck him because i couldn't get enough of him in my mouth and he held my head in his hands while i sucked him and his dick tasted so clean and warm and slightly salty beacuse we were both kinda dewy from the hot night. Once he was hard I went to get back on his lap and ride him but he stopped me and walked, butt naked, dick bouncing, to his truck to get a blanket that he had packed and laid it out for me. he laid me down on it and pulled my skirt off and gave me the most mindblowing head i've ever had liek i came so hard and so much that his beard was sparkling with my wetness and then he was on top of me, his dick hovering over my pussy and just for a second i was like holy fuck this is real this is real this is real

AND THEN HE WAS PUSHING IT IN ME MY TEACHER OVER TWICE MY AGE WAS PUTTING HIS GIANT DICK IN MY PUSSY and i bit his shoulder so hard so i wouldn't scream that he was like grunting but i thought he just felt so good in me i had no idea he was hurting (or that he liked it!!!) so i just kept digging my teeth in while his dick stretche dme and yeah it HURT but in the BESt fucking way.

Idk how long we fucked for he was slow and as deep as i could let him and he was like "i don't have a condom" and i just said "i don't give a fuck just fucking fuck me..." and he completely let go and plowed me and i was so close to cumming again when he pulled out and came on my stomach and titties and i was like sobbing because i almost came again so i just started rubbing my clit while he hovered over me and came while he just watched me.

anyway that was the first time

[diazbuckleyy]

it’s been too long.

chris has grown so much and eddie feels like he lost so much of him. he moved back to his parents town to be close to his son and he’s trying so hard to be there for him, but it seems like nothing he does is ever going to feel good enough for chris again.

everything between them feels… disconnected.

“you should just try to have fun with him, you know? he has to feel like he can trust you again” helena says.

“yeah… i guess buck used to have all the fun with him, and i always had to do all the parenting”, eddie replied.

helena pauses. “so you and this buck are really close then, huh? chris mentioned him quite a few times. he said once that buck was his cool dad.”

eddie hesitates. dad? chris sees buck as a parent figure?

as he starts to process that information, eddie realizes that buck has actually been the second most consistent person in his son’s life. ana, marisol, even shannon… his own mother had her time with him cut short, and buck has been there for chris for seven years now. for both of them, really.

at some point, did they start raising him… together? eddie never looked at it that way. but buck was always there. he was both chris’s and eddie’s first emergency contact when things went wrong. not 9-1-1. not eddie’s parents. buck.

“hum… yeah, i guess we are. and also, he’s not wrong. buck is definitely cooler than me.”

…

later that night, on the phone:

“so my mom says chris mentioned you a few times. he really misses you, buck.”

“he did?? god i miss that kid so much. i bet he’s so tall now!”

“he is! he has grown so much man, i can’t believe it. and i’m sorry he hasn’t called you, you know it has nothing to do with you, right? he was just so mad at me and i think that you just kinda reminded him of me, if that makes any sense.”

“i know, i know. and i’m not even mad, i know how hard this has been on you. so yeah, we may be miles away from each other but i want you to know i’m still here. anything you guys need, just name it.”

“you always are, huh? thank you, buck. like i said, i don’t know what i would do without you.”

eddie could hear buck’s smile over the phone.

“you know… chris isn’t the only one who misses you.”

“i miss you too, eddie.”

[bitchinbarzal]

The Morning After the Almost Goalie Fight | Swaymans

Mama was halfway through flipping pancakes when she heard the thundering of feet—Kenny barreling down the hallway, followed closely by Blaire in her fuzzy bunny slippers.

“MOM!” Kenny shouted, hair flying. “DID DAD FIGHT SOMEONE LAST NIGHT?!”

Blaire skidded into the kitchen behind her, eyes wide. “Did Daddy get in a real fight?! Like, with punching?!”

Mama blinked, spatula in hand. “Good morning…”

“Mom,” Kenny said again, breathless. “I saw the clip on my iPad! He skated down the ice like he was gonna drop the gloves!”

“I thought goalies don’t fight,” Blaire said, eyes even wider. “Is Daddy allowed to do that? Is he in trouble?!”

Mama laughed, setting the spatula down. “Okay, okay, pause—he didn’t actually fight. He almost did. He was sticking up for his teammate.”

“Which one?” Kenny asked immediately. “Was it Pasta?”

“Lauko?” Blaire guessed.

“Ohhh, baby Lauko,” Kenny said, nodding wisely like she was an expert.

“Marat, it was Marat” Mama said, pouring more batter.

“Did Daddy want to fight?” Blaire whispered like it was a scandal.

“I think he was pretty mad,” Mama admitted, raising an eyebrow. “But he didn’t throw punches. He was just showing that you don’t mess with his team.”

Kenny grinned like it was the best news she’d ever heard. “He’s so cool.”

Blaire folded her arms across her chest. “He should’ve got the first star just for being brave.”

“Can we ask him about it when we call?” Kenny said, practically bouncing. “Please? I want to hear what he said to the other goalie!”

Mama smirked. “You can ask, but he might just say, ‘I was doing my job.’”

Kenny snorted. “So humble.”

Blaire looked up with big, proud eyes. “Daddy protects people. He’s the best goalie in the world.”

Mama smiled, heart full. “Yeah, baby. He really is.”

[rosy-crow]

THANK YOU HAMAGUCHI YES

[thomaskong]

I was afraid I’d lose him. So I got there late. And… as I entered, I saw him about to take pictures by himself. The first thing that I felt was… I wanted to hug him. No matter how bad I was to him, he’s still there for me. Every time that I’ve fallen or torn apart, he always runs up to me. He’ll come running and hug me. The same goes for this time, where he shows up. Am I happy? I’m really delighted. I really am. I’d like to thank Save for always being by my side till this very day.

DMD Friendship the Reality: It Takes Two EP. 5

[fairyofshampgyu]

he’s literally so beautiful and handsome

[kxsagi]

Hi! I was actually kinda scared requesting u since u post everyday and probs have TONS of request so humbly request this: ok so reader and isagi is at a parter and it’s spin da bottle!!1!1!1! And yk it lands on isagi and yk, peep tho, they but had a crush on each other so it’s just fate‼️‼️‼️ And then u can free style on the rest :3

“𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧”

a/n: i do get a ton of requests, but i genuinely enjoy writing and want to make my readers happy! that’s also the reason why i post every day, i try to not make everyone wait so long lol

and since you said i could freestyle the rest, i thought why not also turn it into 7 minutes of heaven to make it a little longer 😍 (no smut)

the party is in full swing, and the chaos is at its peak. music blaring, drinks spilling, people laughing loudly, and somewhere in the middle of it all, you find yourself sitting next to isagi. you’ve been friends for a while now, but there's this thing between you two, this tension that’s been hanging around, mostly unspoken, but way too obvious to ignore. every time your knees brush, every time isagi looks at you like he’s trying to say something without saying anything, you feel your heart race. but you’ve both been too nervous to do anything about it. 

until now. 

bachira pulls out the bottle, and you know exactly what’s about to happen. please don’t land on him. please don’t land on him, you silently pray as the bottle spins in slow motion, like it’s trying to torture you. you try to play it cool, but there’s no way you’re ready for the universe to mess with you this much. 

the bottle wobbles, slows down, and... it lands on isagi. 

your stomach drops. of course, it lands on him. you’ve been crushing on him for months, maybe longer, and now you’re about to get shoved into a dark closet with him for seven whole minutes. what could go wrong? 

“noooooo,” you mutter under your breath.

isagi’s trying to hide a smile, leaning back in his seat to give off a relaxed composure. "guess it’s my turn," he says, and you can hear the nervousness in his voice. the entire group erupts in laughter, already loving the drama. 

"seven minutes in heaven!" shidou yells, and before you can even think of a response, isagi stands up and motions to the closet like it’s some kind of VIP lounge. the group is practically shoving you both toward the door, egging you on like you're about to enter some weird game show. you glance at isagi one last time before the door shuts behind you. 

the air in the closet is thick, a little too hot, but you don’t mind. it’s dark enough that you can barely see anything, but you can definitely feel him standing right next to you. you can hear him breathing, and it’s enough to make you almost forget how to breathe yourself. 

“seven minutes,” you say, breaking the silence, even though you’re already aware of how awkward this is about to be. but then, you both know it’s not really awkward, right? this whole situation has been building up for so long – the lingering glances, the little touches, the way isagi makes you laugh harder than anyone else. 

"right," isagi says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. he shifts slightly, and suddenly, you’re acutely aware of how close he is. his shoulder brushes against yours, and it feels like electricity. damn, he smells good. you clear your throat, trying to pull yourself together, but it’s hard when every inch of your body is screaming to finally act on this... thing. 

you both just stand there for a second, neither of you moving. and then, it happens. isagi leans in, just a little bit, and it’s not fast, not too much. it’s a question in his movement, like he’s asking for permission. you’re not sure what you’re doing, but you lean in too, your lips meeting his in the softest kiss. 

it’s not rushed, and it’s not awkward. it’s everything you’ve been holding back for months. the kiss is slow, tentative at first, like you both can’t believe it’s actually happening. there’s a kind of relief in it, too, like finally crossing that line you’ve both been circling around for way too long. his lips are warm against yours, and you feel a little bit lighter, like the weight of all the “what ifs” finally lifting off your chest. 

you pull away for a second, breathless, but neither of you say anything. you don’t need to. the space between you feels... different now, like something that’s always been there is finally clicking into place. 

isagi’s eyes meet yours, and there’s something in them, something more than just the typical playful teasing. it’s the way he’s looking at you now, softer, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as you have. you almost forget about the whole seven minutes thing, but then you remember and laugh under your breath. 

“i think we’ve got, like, five minutes left,” you say, and isagi grins, leaning in again. 

this time, the kiss feels more natural. you don’t have to overthink it. it’s easier, less clumsy. his hand comes up to gently rest on the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the kiss deepens, and you lose track of time. seven minutes feels like seven seconds, but in the best way possible. 

eventually, you pull apart, not because you want to, but because the sound of someone knocking on the door breaks through the fog of your thoughts. 

“hey, you guys gonna make out forever in there?” reo calls, laughing from the outside. 

you both laugh too, pulling away just enough to catch your breath. isagi looks at you, his smile a little too smug, a little too satisfied. “i think that’s our cue to leave.” 

you nod, feeling a little dizzy, a little bit like your whole world just shifted. you’re still not sure what’s happening between you two, but you’re pretty sure it’s exactly what you’ve been hoping for all along. 

as the door opens and you both step back into the party, your friends are waiting, grinning from ear to ear. you try to act casual, but you can’t help the way your heart’s still pounding in your chest. 

“so,” karasu says with a knowing grin, “how was it?” 

you glance at isagi, and he raises an eyebrow. “efficient,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“yeah,” you agree, “efficient... but definitely worth it.” 

and just like that, you both slip back into the chaos of the party. but now, everything feels different. like the kiss in the closet wasn’t just about seven minutes, it was about the beginning of something more. something neither of you ever had the courage to say out loud, but somehow, it was always there. 

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