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Some Bad, But a Whole Lot of Good (LS2)

Summary: To the fans, it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume the week after his replacement had been hell for newly dropped Logan Sargeant, but to the people who knew him, they weren't worried. Warning: James Vowles slander, a lot of it, I made Logan yell at him because I want to yell at him

Getting fired a week before your first child was born wasn't on anyone's bucket list. But here Logan was.

He was mad- no he was furious. Sure, the past few months with the team have been miserable, but this was the worst timing possible.

"Why now? Why not the two weeks we were off on break?" Logan asks yells. He doesn't lose his cool, at least not like this, not by yelling at his boss.

"Logan, you have to understand we are in between a rock and a hard place. I am truly sorry but it's a difficult time for us-" Vowles begins to explain.

"A difficult time for you? I am about to have a fucking baby, James. Next week! What the fuck am I supposed to do?" He got up and ran his hand through his hair. "You just had a baby a year ago, I would have thought you of all people would have thought this through more."

"Believe me, we have Logan, we have discussed this at length for a long time now."

"Oh fuck you! You have been thinking about this for a long time and choose now to do something about it? God, James, why do you hate me so much? I know I haven't met expectations, I know I have fucked up, but I still have given everything to this team and this is how you end it?" he finally met his boss'- ex boss' now, I guess, stare.

As Logan looked at his team principal, he tried to see any remorse or sincerity in his eyes but just as he had suspected, James' apology was bullshit, completely insincere. He knew this wasn't going anywhere, he didn't even know why he was fighting.

Formula 1 had been the dream for a while. Logan had let himself sacrifice everything he could to achieve it. He tried to tell himself that he had made it and that he was happy, but it wasn't true. He couldn't face the reality of the dream he worked so hard for not being everything he had imagined.

After meetings about contract termination and how they were to proceed, a sad little goodbye party filled with people that were probably thrilled to have him go, and an actually heartfelt apology and goodbye from his teammate and those he worked closely with, the American left the factory for the last time.

The most difficult part of this whole affair? Telling his very pregnant wife that he was now unemployed, a week until their first child's due date.

After tears, cursing a certain British boss' bloodline, and dissociative silence, Logan sat next to his wife as she suddenly burst into laughter.

He was stunned, she was practically doubling over, at least as much as she could in her current condition. The sight so ridiculous given the circumstances that he began to laugh too.

Several minutes were spent laughing until their stomachs hurt and then trying to catch their breath before either one of them could say another word.

"This is such terrible timing!" she said, wiping her eyes as she continued to giggle.

"Could not me a worse time" he replied as he started to laugh even harder.

"God, we shouldn't be laughing at this! We have officially lost our minds"

"Perfect timing too! Just like everything else"

It was ironic, this was the absolute worse scenario Logan could come up with but this was also the hardest he had laughed in a long time. When was the last time he actually laughed? The last time he actually felt joy about anything involving his job?

As if she could sense what he was thinking, she took a few deep breaths, finally calming down, as she said, "This is insane of me to say, but maybe this is a good thing?"

He knew where she was going, he thought the same, but he needed to hear her rationalize it before he agreed.

"I mean, honey, you were miserable. And I am sorry because I did love some of the people on your team but most of them were jackasses! It was such a time commitment and you have spent so long giving everything to them just for the team to spit in your face. Plus, with savings and such, we have enough to be fine for a while, even with the baby. You finally can put your family and yourself first"

She was right, it was time he admitted to himself how much he had hated his job in the past few months. How miserable it made him. How he could hardly enjoy anything in his life because he was always thinking of how to improve, how to show he still has potential even with the shitty car he was given.

"Im sorry. I- its not fair that I spent so long chasing a dead end dream that I couldn't actually enjoy what I do have. I mean, I could never race again and I would be 1000 times happier with out little family then I could ever be in F1. I will never not put you both first again." He said as he looked at her, held the bump, and genuinely got to relish in what was to come.

The first race weekend since Logan was replaced, he wasn't stewing in his misery, he was sitting in the hospital next to his wife, holding his first born, and the last thing on his mind was what was happening anywhere else in the world outside of the room his entire life was currently in.

logansargeant

liked by alexalbon, jensonbutton, and others

logansargeant New job

user1 hey! so this is insane

user2 unemployment has never looked better

alexalbon This is a crazy way to hard launch fatherhood but good on you, mate!

logansargeant got to keep them guessing

user4 dilf era yes please

oscarpiastri how long is the contract?

logansargeant full time for 18 years, then after there is a bit more leeway, but there is certainly no retirement in my future

user3 replaced right before he had a BABY?! oh that British fuck better watch out

jensonbutton Such a big moment! So happy to see where life takes you, I know it will be great!

A/N: Had to finish this right after the news he is testing for indycar in november dropped!!! U-S-A U-S-A!

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Period Tracker Part 2

Requested?: no pairing(s): kim mingyu x afab!reader genre: smut, lil bit o' fluff warning(s): smut, unprotected sex (wrap it please), breeding, slight nipple play, thigh riding, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bondage, degredation (praise after), heavy dom mingyu, mention of pussy spanking, spanking, missionary, doggy, mating press, sweet sweet aftercare summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺... 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 word count: 3.2k a/n: SHES BAAAAACK!!! okay, i would seriously like to adress my inactiveness. i am so so so so soooooo sorry i have not posted in literally ages, but i have been so busy and shit has just hit the fan a few times. i generally had to sit myself down and force myself to write and finish this. but i promise i will try my hardest to post more often. remember to request what you want me to write next. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! part one is HERE

“oh i know baby” he smirked softly as your gaze dropped to the outline of his cock in his grey sweats. “eyes up here sweet girl”

your eyes flickered up to his face again to see the oh-so sweet smirk on his face that you (loved) hated. you honestly didn’t know what to do at this point. you were ovulation so you obviously had to be very careful in what you did because you and your boyfriend weren’t ready for kids yet, but then you had your sex-god of a husband stood right in front of you.

you had no choice but to go for your first choice which was to pounce on him (not literally).

you waited a couple of seconds, gazing into his eyes. your eyes would occasionally flicker down to how tight his compress shirt was and how well it was showing off his abs, and the outline of his cock. it was already semi-hard.

you slowly walked towards him, at this point he had put his phone down and turned his full attention to you. you slowly hooked your right hand around the back of his neck, looking up at him with your big round doe eyes, as if you were pleading him to do something, anything.

he just gazed down at you aswell, a small smile playing on his lips. he wasn’t going to do anything and you knew it, so you thought you might as well just take matters into your own hands. quite literally.

you pulled him down by the back of his neck into a searing hot kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and immediately winning dominance over yours. he flipped you both around so you were pinned against the counter he was once leaning against. his veiny hands tangled in your hair, tugging slightly. you moaned into his mouth in response.

he swallowed up your moans and whimpers as he forced a knee in-between your thighs, prying them apart so it could come into contact with your aching clit. he moved his knee against your clit a few times, eliciting small whimpers from you that went straight into his mouth. when he stopped moving his knee against your cunt, you whined and tried to grind your hips down onto the knee that was inches away from your sopping heat. he pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva the only thing keeping the two of you attached.

“ah, ah, ah” he tuts disapprovingly, “naughty girls don’t get what they want, do they?” he says in an almost moving tone. you shake your head but he grabs your jaw and forces it up to look at him, his face was so close to yours. “say it. i want to hear you fucking say it you slut. be a good girl for me and maybe i will reward you”

“no, they don’t” you whimper pathetically.

“such a good girl” he coos.

mingyu re-attaches his lips to yours in an even more passionate kiss than before. this time, however, he wrapped your legs around his torso and lifted you up as though you weighed absolutely nothing.

your lips never broke the seal until you got upstairs to your bedroom. gyu threw you down onto the bed, immediately going down with you to trap you down. he kissed a trail down your neck, leaving small bites as he went down. not long later, he stood back up, you looked up at him in curiosity.

he hastily removed his sweatpants, his cock sprung out, hard and dripping with pre-cum.

“come sit with me” he says simply as he sits at the foot of the bed, directly in front of the mirror you had facing your bed for… personal purposes. he patted his thigh as he did so and beckoned you over with his index and middle finger.

you did as he said, sitting on his lap, facing the mirror. he moved back slightly on the bed so you had room to sit.

“straddle my thigh” he orders simply “and take your panties off”

even though you kind of wanted to test him a little bit, you could see the lustful gaze in his eyes. with that look, you knew you shouldn’t try anything because it would just get you into trouble. so instead, you stood up and slipped your panties off which now had a small damp mark in the middle of them from where your arousal had been dripping from you.

“i want you to look in the mirror at me when your ride my thigh. make sure you can see how much mess my little slut is making” he close to cooed.

you whimpered when you sat back down on his thigh, your dripping core pressed against his muscly thigh. you hesitated slightly, so mingyu gripped your hips with his large hands and rocked them backwards and forwards, creating the most delicious friction. you moaned out as your clit rubbed against the muscle.

eventually you didn’t even have the guidance of mingyu’s hands as you just let go and shamelessly grinded down on his thigh, your head lolled back and resting on his shoulder. you began to move your hips slightly faster, soaking his thigh in all of your juices, dripping down the side of it and down to the bed sheets.

strings of moans and whimpers left your mouth as you continued, your thighs starting to cramp slightly, but you kept going as you were beginning to near your climax. your moans started to get higher in pitch as you began to edge closer and closer until you felt liquid gush down your thighs from your pussy and down mingyu’s thigh to your sheets. you would have to wash them tomorrow anyways.

mingyu groans as he sees your liquids drip down his thigh. your ears rang as you slowly came down from your high, mingyu helping you by guiding your hips to rub against his thigh.

“god, she’s so pretty” he mumbles into your ear, you look into the mirror and you see him staring at your now puffy clit, you were still soaking wet. “wanna have a taste” he states simply.

he taps your thigh, practically ordering you to get off of his thigh. you do as he says, getting off his thigh and spreading your legs for him while sitting on the bed. he kneels in-between your thighs, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes.

without warning, he dove straight into your pussy, sucking and licking your clit. the overstimulation made you throw your head back and moan out loudly. your neighbours are sick of the both of you at this point. but when you do this, mingyu removes his head from in-between your thighs and looks up at you.

“shhh, baby, you don’t want our neighbours hearing and filing another noise complaint, would we?” he says, you shake your head in response, which he obviously wasn’t happy about as he slapped your thigh.

“no, we wouldn’t” you say, mingyu smiles.

he quickly goes back to your pussy, licking and sucking your sensitive nub. you only let out small whimpers which mingyu must have been okay with that because he didn’t stop. but, when you started to get close, you tugged on mingyu’s hair as a warning.

you tried your hardest to bite back as many moans as you possibly could, some of them slipping past your lips, but they were only small ones and mingyu didn’t really care at this point as he was too interested in the taste of you to care how much noise you were making. your restraint was starting to slip as you got hurtled towards the edge.

one more harsh suck of your pussy and you were squirting all over his face, your vision going black as you screwed your eyes closed and threw your head back. only a small whimper left your mouth as you clamped down around nothing, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you.

but mingyu didn’t stop, riding you through your orgasm and never taking his mouth away from your still dripping pussy. this time, he slipped two fingers inside of you, his middle and ring finger. your pussy clenched around his fingers, making him smirk against your cunt. his tongue flattened against your clit, giving it small kitten licks.

you whimpered softly as he did so, the mixture of his fingers curling inside of you and his tongue lapping at your sweet, sensitive little bud sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. his free hand travels up your body and up to your tits, massaging one of them and pinching your nipple. this just added to more of your pleasure. it didn’t take long this time before you were reaching your high again, crashing over the edge with your head thrown back and mouth hanging open with a silent cry.

you panted softly as you came down from your high. opening your eyes, you saw mingyu who was now stood up, wiping your juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. you looked up at him with glossy eyes, your clit now puffy and overstimulated.

“lie down, hands against the headboard” mingyu says softly, but firmly.

you instantly do as he says, shifting yourself so you were lying back on the bed, your arms at each end of the headboard. you knew what was coming to you as he had done it multiple times before. you felt the rope before you saw it, it was thin but it worked. mingyu didn’t tie it so hard that you couldn’t move at all, but it was tight enough that you couldn’t move a lot.

you watched as mingyu moved to the other side of the bed and tied your other wrist before pumping his cock a few times before opening your legs. you instantly wrapped your leg around his torso in order to give him more access. mingyu’s cock didn’t have to be too wet because your pussy was still soaking from the three prior orgasms. you gasped as you felt his dick slide into you with such ease.

you felt so full when he did so, having to claw at his shoulders to tell him to wait as he began to move, he stopped and looked down at you.

“fuck, baby, going without my cock for only a week has made you this tight? may have to start fucking you every week just so you don’t forget how it feels to have my huge cock inside of your tiny little pussy hm? you think you would like that huh?” mingyu coos down at you, you slightly nod which earns you a small slap. but this time it wasn’t to your thigh like it was before, it was straight to your clit.

the small burn sent tingles through your body, you squealed. your body instinctively moved away from him, but one hand on your hip kept you exactly where he wanted you to be.

“use your fucking words you dumb little slut” he said lowly, sending shivers down your spine, you instinctively clenched around him, making him groan in response.

“y-yes, i would like that” you whispered, this only fuelled him on as he delivered another harsh smack to your poor aching clit. you squealed again but this time didn’t move away.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you” he cooed, you whimpered in response.

“i would like that” you say again, slightly louder.

you whined when you felt mingu’s cock slowly leave your sopping heat, only to slam back into you a few seconds later.

“yeah? are you a needy little whore for me? always horny and wanting me to fill up your needy little cunt huh?” he cooed again, slamming his cock into you with such brutality that your bed was thudding against the wall repeatedly. yeah, another noise complaint would definitely be filed.

not that the two of you cared, you were both too lost in the pleasure for you to notice that drool was starting to leak from the corner of your mouth and drip down the side of your cheek to your hair. mingyu looked like a god above you, his head thrown back, his abs on perfect display while his cock bullied its way time and time again into your hole.

you didn’t even realise you were moaning along with his groans, the squelching of your pussy taking his cock oh-so-well and the sound of skin slapping against skin. it was almost like you were both programmed to do this, your bodies moving together so perfectly as if you had done this so many times before (you had) but no matter how many times you had, it always felt like your first time.

it wasn’t until you felt a finger dip into your folds and rub soft circles on your clit that you realised you were close. painfully close. you managed to reach up and tug mingyu’s head down so you could press your foreheads together, looking into each others eyes as you hurtled towards your orgasm. It crashed over you like a ton of bricks.

you didn’t mean to, but when you got thrown over the edge, you screwed your eyed shut and let out a small mewl. When you opened your eyes again, mingyu was removing the rope from your wrists, you didn’t have time to question this though as you were flipped onto your stomach and pulled up so you were on your hands and knees.

it was barely any time again before you felt his tip poking at your entrance, and before you knew it, he was inside of you again. he filled you up in the best way possible, his tip prodding at your sweet spot.

he started sliding his cock out of you, only the tip remained in you before slamming back into you with such force that you jolted forwards. mingyu slaps your ass sharply.

“i thought i told you not to make a sound? did i not?” he asks, dipping forwards so he was whispering into your ear, he only got more agitated when you didn’t answer, so he slapped your ass harshly again. “answer me, slut” he adds, slapping your ass again for good measure.

“i’m sorry” you manage to choke out, mingyu smiles and kisses the base of your neck and sitting himself back up.

he started to pull out again before pushing himself back into you. his pace started off brutally slow before it started to quicken and get harder. his cock bullied into you over and over again. a white ring formed at the base of his cock, occasionally he would slap your ass and whisper the most obscene and filthy things into your ear.

“god, i’m gonna breed this filthy little cunt” he groaned out, holding your hips so tightly you were sure there would be bruises the next morning. “gonna put a baby in you, yeah?” he whispers into your ear. you couldn’t do anything but mumble incoherently about how good he felt and how you wanted a baby in you so goddamn bad.

you clenched around him as you heard him groan again, he was close, and you were too.

it wasn’t long before mingyu’s fingers were back at their place on your clit, flicking pressing and circling it in order to get you to where he wanted you to be fast. you felt him slap your clit and that was when you lost it. your jaw fell open, your pussy clenched and you came. long and hard. you felt like you couldn’t stop, your juices squirting out of you. you would have to wash the sheets the next day anyways. but eventually you came down from your high, panting like a dog in heat.

it wasn’t until mingyu stopped pumping himself inside of you, that you realised that he had come too. not long after you, his seed filling your sweet little hole, filling it up in order to get you pregnant.

you stopped for a few seconds, panting as you came down from your everlasting high. both of you didn’t speak, you didn’t need to. but just when you thought he was finished, he pulled you up again.

this time, you were flipped over so you were sat with your legs open, bent at the knee. he hooks his legs underneath yours so you were partly in his lap. then he was inside of you again, not wasting any time before he started pounding into your pussy, the new position allowing his cock to reach places inside of you that they had never been.

but oh, it felt so good. you whimpered at the overstimulation of his cock hitting in the same sweet spot every single time his cock bullied its way into your sweet, dripping hole.

“oh you feel so good, my little cockslut yeah?” he groans, you whimper out a small ‘yeah’ in response.

you babbled about how fucked out and good you felt, drool beginning to drip down the side of your mouth and down to your ear as you propped yourself up with your arms, tilting your head backwards.

“want a baby so bad huh? wanted this for so long didn’t you?” he asked as you whimpered once more.

“y-yes, wanted it so bad” you practically whined out. at this point you didn’t care how stupid you sounded, you were too fucked out to care.

“oh, my little slut is so fucked out she can’t even use a full sentence” he coos.

you could only whine as his thrusts started to get faster and harder, his balls slapping your ass with each pump. your eyes were starting to brim with tears because of how good it felt. some of them spilled down your temples and into your hairline.

you could practically feel him getting close to his high, and again, you were too. it was almost in record time how both of you reached your highs. he came with a loud groan, whereas you came with a small cry. you felt him spill his seed inside of you again as you spurted your juices all over his abdomen.

this time, mingyu was done as he pulled out of you and pulled you close, your face in his neck while he stroked your hair and shushed you softly.

you suddenly felt like you were being picked up. mingyu was now holding you bridal style in his arms, taking you towards the bathroom. you only hugged him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. he let you sit on his lap as he turned on the bath.

he put one of your favourite bath-bombs into the warm water and added some bubbles before turning off the hot water and gently put you down in the bath.

he instantly climbed in behind you and bathed you. he gently massaged your scalp and washed your body. then he let you stay alone in the bathroom for a few minutes so you could wash your hands. you both ended the night with a nice cup of hot chocolate and a nice movie before you fell asleep on top of him.

it was safe to say his method worked in getting you pregnant because a week later, you found out you were officially eating for two.

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we’ll always have paris | cillian murphy

2007

Paris was nice. Y/n loved it. She was currently in the city of love for a movie premiere for her film ‘Atonement’. Even after attending many premieres, she still got nervous. One of her top fears was falling in front of all the photographers.

“You look great.” Y/n heard the Scottish accent that belonged to James McAvoy. She turned around and saw James in a suit. They were currently in the same elevator going down.

“Thanks, so do you.” Y/n replied. Immediately James noticed how nervous she was.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t fall. And if you do then I’ll fall with you.” He smiled.

“Thanks, James.” Y/n returned the smile. She felt better. Soon enough, the camera flashes were blinding her and shouts of photographers were the only thing she could hear. She’ll admit, she could never really get used to the bright flashes or the constant shouting of her name, but she would be forever grateful for the memories and opportunities.

As she made her way to the end of the carpet where James was waiting for her. She was slightly confused since James had said that he would meet her in the theater fifteen minutes ago. She approached him, ready to ask him why he decided to stay back, but she didn’t get the chance to do so.

“I need you to come with me, it’s rather important.” James said, but Y/n could barely hear him.

“What?” Y/n asked, but James grabbed her hand and led her to the building where the movie was going to play, except they didn’t go straight into the theater, James made a turn and led Y/n to a quieter spot. “What is going on? We have to be inside soon!” She tried her hardest to keep up in her dress and heels.

“Do you trust me?” James stopped walking and faces her. Y/n nodded. “Good then you’ll thank me later and many years from now too.”

What does that even mean?

James continued with Y/n by his side until he got to an empty theater. He stopped at the double doors. “Alright, so . . . don’t worry about the premiere for a while. I can only stall for maybe an hour or thirty minutes, but still enjoy those minutes. Also you look good, hair is amazing, no lipstick in your teeth, you’re more than good.”

Y/n was beyond confused. What was James even saying?

“Stop right there. What’s going on? Please just tell me,” Y/n asked. “Is this like a surprise? Because I really don’t like surprises and I’m horrible with reactions to surprises.”

“It might be a surprise, but i promise you this is a good one so just go on in and forget you’re even at the premiere of your own movie that everyone is waiting to see!”

“That is not helping.”

But Y/n still went into the empty theater anyways. It was more curiosity than anything. As she entered, she saw that the theater wasn’t completely empty or dark.

“Hi.” She said, catching the attention of the man seated in the middle of the theater.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Cillian stood up from his seat. “you didn’t call, I thought I scared you off.”

“You didn’t! Sorry, I just . . . I didn’t really remember where I had put your number and I thought you were only being nice because I was drunk,” She admitted. “are you here for the premiere or filming?”

“I just wanted to see you.”

Holy shit, I think I am about to pass out

“You wanted to see . . me?”

“Is that surprising? I enjoyed our limited time together. I’m actually supposed be in filming, but I decided that Paris was a good little last minute trip. I made a few calls.” Cillian had come up to her.

“So you’re the reason why James was being so weird. I should’ve known.” She chuckled.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us and this seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m realizing that you probably want to be seated in the theater to watch-” Y/n stopped him.

“So, how are you liking Paris? This is only my second time being here.”

And in that moment, Cillian swore he fell more in love with her, the way she talked, how focused she was, but most of all, he loved the way his name sounded coming from her lips. It was like a sweet melody that he couldn’t get enough of.

“Cillian.”

For the next half hour, Y/n had completely forgotten about the premiere.

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question of the day: who would fall the hardest if they ever fell in love?

well... i've got 4 candidates in mind, and i think... (2/4)

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miles morales. — guilty of falling hard for you.

summary: he didn't think it'd happen so soon... well, love always takes place in the most unexpected places and times, no? pairing: miles 1610 x gn!reader genre: fluff !!

miles morales believed he was never one to fall easily, to fall first, or to fall... hard; but you helped him realize that he, in fact, was all of those things. the moment he met you was the moment he realized what he wanted, who he wanted, in life. you were the one who made sense of his life, the one who opened his eyes to the person he wants to be with, and you were the first person to ever want to be more than a stranger that captivated his whole heart and soul this way--you were special, and always will be to him.

miles morales is literally the sweetest boy you've ever met; he acts like he could be anyone's friend, anyone's brother, anyone's cousin–he gets along with nearly everybody, and that's the nicest part about him to you. he's always so friendly with everyone, especially towards you–a stranger he just met today.

miles morales started off as a stranger, started off as this cute, yet lost, looking boy to you that you stumbled upon at a busiest part of the campus. you were both new kids, and you were both incredibly lost, and weren't looking where either of you were going.

miles morales bumped into you by accident–it was practically a collision, actually. you two crashed into each other and were seeing stars, with him apologizing that he bumped into you in the first place. "sorry, i wasn't... wasn't looking, ow..." he groaned out as his once blurry vision cleared and he caught glimpses of your face.

miles morales he didn't know what to say at first, or how to even say anything to such a... a perfect person. he didn't feel worthy of being spoken to, being apologized to the same way he did to you.

miles morales was caught in his own world, drowning and getting lost in the vast expanse of your beautifully colored irises, the length of your eyelashes, the shape of your nose, the way your eyebrows crinkled in pain at the impact--the way your voice captures his attention with how sonorous and captivating it is; and the way the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rise up at the feeling of your gentle, supple flesh of your hands against his is.

miles morales pulls away from your touch, he accidentally picked up your books instead of his; his mind is a mess right now since, wow, it's been a long, long while since he's felt this way. he actually doesn't even remember if... he's felt this way for anybody before you, and it's crazy because... he's never known you existed until now. "sorry! sorry, um, i'm... wow, am i such a klutz. here, lemme help you, for real this time." he said with a chuckle as he handed you his books and picked his own books off the ground.

miles morales thought helping you out, flashing you a smile, and apologizing to you would be the end of it, because who would spend extra time chatting with a stranger who bumped into you? well, apparently, you would. as he began to walk away, you instinctively reached out and held him by the arm--that sent sparks flying from his chest and a heat creeping up his face as he turned to look at you.

miles morales couldn't believe you'd really stop him in his tracks to properly thank him. he's had his fair share of strangers that never end up in his life again after that one chance encounter he's had with them. he's gone through many people in his life, doing things for them and them doing things for him, and he always thanks them, but hardly ever gets thanks--especially like this. he doesn't know how to feel about it, he isn't sure on how to feel about it; it's so new to him... and he's craving for more of you, to know you even more from the inside out.

miles morales is a stuttering, flustered mess. a smile is drawn on that innocent, loving face of his that isn't sure of how to react; surprised, taken aback, or... grateful? grateful that you were kind and patient enough to consider the person behind the kind act and thank him. "i-it's nothing, really! i'm always happy to help such a pretty-- um..." 'crap, i slipped.'

miles morales is wincing at him slipping up and admitting that, yes, he found you very adorable, attractive, though you were both strangers--and... he wants to get to know you even more, badly. he craves to be your friend, but he didn't think you'd want to--you were both strangers to begin with, but... maybe this is his chance to show you just how much sweeter he can be the more you get to know him, he's already taken a liking (understatement, really) to you.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @onginlove @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @solecitoszn @meowmoraless

[sexy-monster-fucker]

👉 👈 🥺 for the pining prompts, what about number 8 with lee russell? (i love the way you write him!!)

yes yes yes!!! Also thank you so much I’m glad you like the way I write for him :))))

Lee Russell x Teacher!Reader

#8: Glances that linger on longer than intended.

also @dichromaniac you're a saint for making this GIF I am in love

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Smitten. Completely head over hills. Practically floating on a cloud of blushed cheeks and awkward laughs every time you were together. Butterflies levitating you above.

You had transferred from a different school to take over the science teacher position at North Jackson High.

That was when it started.

Being guided around the building by one of the Vice Principals, Lee Russell. Tall, eccentric, and extremely handsome. Starting off your interaction with a compliment.

“Nothing would make me happier than showing a beautiful new thing like you around,” Lee grinned from ear to ear as he placed his hands on his hips. You could not deny the heat that rose to your cheeks with his words.

You followed him around the school. Stopping at showing you all the important parts of North Jackson High School. Cracking a joke or two along the way. Showing you your classroom with the lab connected. Admiring how much space you were given. Ending your tour in Lee's office.

"And this is the most important place in the whole building. My office. If you ever need anything done, or just want to spend a little time with me," he winked, "Right here is the place for you, my dear!"

"You really are the sweetest, Mr. Russell," you swooned.

Catching the attention of Neal Gamby from the hallway.

“Lee Russell, you fake ass bitch,” Gamby laughed. You saw Lee's face turn a shade of red you had not yet seen. His teeth clanked together as he bared his teeth at his coworker. "You've got this poor girl convinced you're some sweet guy. Hah! Please, you are an a-grade liar, Mr. Russell," Gamby cackled.

"Shut the fuck up, Gamby!" Lee rose to his feet fast. Catching you off guard with the sudden attitude change. Not bothered by it, just a little surprised.

Lee’s eyes darted back down to you, noting the way your brows pushed together at his demeanor. Softening his stiff shoulders and putting on a smile as to not scare you away. “Sorry about that, sugar. Sometimes I lose my temper,” he smiled at you.

“Sometimes?” Gamby began again.

“Get out of here!” Lee pointed.

Gamby stomped his foot like a child before leaving the two of you alone. Slamming Lee’s door behind him. Both of you exhaling in relief.

“So,” Lee questioned, “Got anything else you need to know?”

…

A few weeks had passed and you were growing into the rhythm of North Jackson High School. The utter lack of professionalism from your coworkers was your hardest adjustment. Your fellow teachers attempting to welcome you in at their lunch table, but finding yourself not enjoying the conversations. Unable to stop thinking about Lee. Anytime he was in the room your full attention was on him. Admiring the eccentric ways he dressed, the frosted tips of his hair, and how he let no one get off easily.

Since you had started, Lee would often visit you at the end of the day. Coming by your classroom to check on how things were going. Making sure you were comfortable. You adored his visits.

But as you got later in the year, Lee’s attention had gone elsewhere. Not stopping by as often. Having more important principal responsibilities to tend to. You did not mind, you just missed him.

No matter. You still had his attention. It had become a tradition now. When either of you walked down the hallway at the same time, you could not take your eyes off each other. Not often did you find yourself in the hallway at the same time, but when you did…

You walked from opposite sides of hallway. Unable to look away as soon as you caught each other’s eyes. Time slowed. Hazel eyes locked into yours. Body still moving with the motions of hallway traffic, but your attention was his. Watching as a closed mouth smile crept across his face, cheeks turning pink. Feeling like a teenager bumping into her crush in between classes all over again. If you could capture a moment in time, it was this. Mutual exchange of longing looks. A silent understanding that you shared feelings. Smiling brightly as you finally got close enough to each other to pass in the hall. Both of you turning your heads to keep your eye contact going.

Heart fluttering in your chest. Hand going up to grip at your shirt over it. Thinking that maybe it would calm the feeling down. You hurried back to your classroom. Waiting for your next class to join you. Mind running wild at the moment you had just shared.

Later that day…

You sat at your desk grading papers. The end of day announcements had just finished over the intercom. Getting slightly flustered when Lee’s voice took over your class room. Unable to forget how his eyes fixated on you so often. Waving off one of the lingering students in the hallway when you heard a familiar southern drawl.

“Why the hell are you hanging around Miss Y/L/N’s room? Boy, it’s late in the day, get out of here,” Lee’s sass hissed off his tongue at the student.

Arm resting on your door frame now. Bright white teeth meeting your gaze. Your cheeks bright with your crush for him.

“Hi, Mr. Russell,” you smiled ear to ear.

“Oh, call me Lee, sweetheart. No need for you to be that formal with me,” he continued his smile as he entered your classroom. Closing the door behind him. Nonchalantly touching some of the things that decorated your classroom as he closed in on your desk. Large hands splayed out on it in front of you.

“So, what’s a young thing like you doing tonight?”

Your body radiated heat. Stuttering and stammering awkward noises. “N-Nothing. I live alone and don’t know many people,” you awkwardly laughed.

“I wanna take you on a date,” Lee was so straight forward. Butterflies danced in your stomach.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. You’re beautiful and I want to get to know you better. We can’t just keep eye-fucking each other in the hallway,” he laughed.

You grinned. Flustered at his proposal. Giddy like a young girl getting asked to prom. Unable to believe he really was that interested in you.

“I’d love to, Lee.”

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{tags}

@boydcrowderapologist ~ @toogaytofunctiondangit ~ @megangovier ~ @justme12200 ~ @castle-of-ruin ~ @its-in-the-woods ~ @itsyellow ~ @hiddlebatchedloki ~ @iwmflbb

[kikimurphys]

Behind Closes Doors (Part 8)

Pairing: Cillian x Y/N

Warnings: Smut

Much to your luck, you hadn't crossed paths with him on set, and you busied yourself steaming the dresses and suits the actors needed for their scenes and sewing beads back onto a skirt that had ripped. By lunchtime, you were exhausted.

When you got out of work, you headed to your apartment after picking up some take-out tacos. You had been craving something spicy all day. Once inside your apartment, you took off your heels and flopped onto the couch, legs up. They were swollen from having to stand in heels all day. "Ugh, why do I insist on dressing up? I always forget how pregnant I am," you muttered to yourself. And they weren’t even that high, to be honest.

After you finished eating, you placed the dishes in the sink and got yourself a glass of juice. God, you were so in the mood for a drink right now after the day you had. You had managed to not think about Cillian all afternoon, at least not as much as you used to.

Just as you stepped into your bedroom to change into your pajamas, the doorbell rang. You froze. Who could it be at this hour? You glanced at the clock—8:45 PM. With a sigh, you put your glass down and walked to the door, hoping it wasn’t anyone who would demand too much of your time. You were really tired and began to feel hot in your long-sleeved dress, all you wanted was to go to bed. You peeked through the peephole, standing on your tiptoes, and your breath caught in your throat.

Cillian stood there, looking as disheveled and tense as you felt. God, you had totally forgotten to text him back. Your first instinct was to ignore it, pretend you weren’t home, but you knew he wouldn’t leave that easily. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

“Cillian,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “What are you doing here?”

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and determination. “We need to talk,” he said simply.

You stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. You led him to the living room, where you both sat down, the tension between you palpable.

“I’ve been trying to reach you,” he began, his voice soft but insistent. “You didn't respond to my text.”

“I’ve been busy,” you replied, avoiding his gaze.

Cillian nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Look. I’m sorry. I was an asshole this morning. I can't even begin to imagine the amount of pressure you are under, and I feel terrible that you felt like you had to hide the fact you are pregnant from me, or to even think that I wouldn’t be a part of her life, or… yours.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the flood of emotions his words stirred up. “I thought it would be easier if I just handled everything on my own. You have your own life, and I didn’t want to complicate things for you. You didn’t have to leave her.”

He reached to hold your hands in his. “The thing is, I wasn’t happy with her. Leaving you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. “Why did you do it then?” you asked quietly, confusion and sadness in your voice.

“I don’t know,” he looked away. “I thought I was doing the right thing... and I ended up hurting the one person I didn't want to hurt, and I'm terribly sorry about it.”

“You did hurt me, Cill,” you stopped and sniffed as you began to feel tears well up in your eyes. “I was so confused when you dumped me, and then when you got back with Siobhan… I felt like I meant nothing to you. It was like you just erased everything we had.”

Cillian’s grip on your hands tightened, his eyes pleading. “I never wanted to erase us. I was scared and I made a mistake, a terrible mistake. I was genuinely happy when I was with you. Please believe me, I want to be with you. I want to be with our daughter. You are the one I want.”

“Do you mean that?” You were shocked by his confession. Did he really feel the same as you? You had convinced yourself that you didn’t mean anything to him more than sex and a good time.

“Yeah,” he responded quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out to cup your cheek with his hand and gently wiped away a tear. “I love you, Y/N. And now that we have this baby on the way,” he stopped and placed a hand on your bump. You felt your baby move at his touch. “I don’t ever want to let you go again.”

Love? Did he say love?

“But what about your family? Your life? I mean—” You were still unsure and couldn’t believe his words.

“None of it means anything without you,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m ready to tell everyone about us, about our daughter. I want to give you the place you deserve in my life. No more hiding, no more secrets.”

His words washed over you, soothing the doubts and fears that had been swirling in your mind. You searched his eyes for any sign of insincerity but found only earnestness and love.

He leaned closer and gently pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was tender, his hands holding your face in place, while your arms reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

As the kiss deepened, you suddenly pulled away, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "Promise me," you said softly, locking eyes with him.

"What?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching yours.

"Promise me that you won't break my heart again," you pleaded, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

Cillian's expression softened, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek. "I promise you, Y/N," he replied solemnly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I won't ever leave you again. I love you."

He leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more passion and eagerness. Your lips moved in sync, tongues intertwining as the intensity of your desire for each other grew. Feeling his hands grip your hips, he swiftly pulled you into his lap. Straddling him, you felt the immediate rush of heat between your legs. “I love you too,” you murmured between kisses, your hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands began to caress your legs, running up and down as your dress bunched up at your hips. Every touch sent a shiver down your spine, heightening your arousal. Through your dampened panties, you could feel his growing erection press against you.

“I've missed you,” he said as his hands moved to your breasts, massaging them through the fabric of your dress, and he began to trail kisses down your neck to your cleavage. You let out a moan and began to grind against him, your need for him growing more intense with each passing second.

“I missed your moans,” he murmured, his hands moving to the hem of your dress, lifting it up. You raised your arms, allowing him to pull it over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He took a moment to admire your body in the dim lighting of the room, his eyes filled with desire and adoration.

"I missed you too." You leaned in to give him another passionate kiss, your hands roaming over his back. He reached to unclasp your bra, and you shivered at the sensation of his fingers against your skin. The bra fell away, and his hands immediately found your breasts, kneading them gently.

You arched your back, pressing closer to him, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his clothes. Your hands moved to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in your eagerness to feel his skin against yours. Finally, you managed to undo his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Your hands explored his freckled chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. He groaned softly at your touch, his hands moving down your torso and resting on your bump. The sight of your growing stomach turned him on even more. His hands reached your panties, and his fingers slipped under the fabric, beginning to massage your wet pussy.

"You're so wet," he said between kisses.

“Just for you,” you breathed out, craving his touch. He entered a finger, and a gasp escaped your lips as he began to trail kisses down your cleavage to your breasts, teasing and nibbling your nipples.

Your eyes closed, your mouth open from the ecstasy. “Ah, I missed how you make me feel.” The sensation was everything you had been wanting. You had been so horny the last few weeks and were more sensitive than usual due to your pregnancy.

“And how do I make you feel?” he asked playfully, his breath hot on your skin. Adding another finger, he pumped in and out of you slowly as his mouth continued to work its magic on your breasts. The combination of his skilled fingers and the warmth of his mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. You held onto his shoulders, rocking your hips against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him.

“Oooh, so good,” you whined, throwing your head back, your face contorted with pleasure.

He reached up to kiss you, his free hand cupping your breast and his thumb playing with your nipple as he devoured your mouth, swallowing your moans.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped. Your movements became more erratic as you rode his hand. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot. "Come for me, baby," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

The intensity of his words and the rhythm of his fingers pushed you over the edge. You clutched onto him, your body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over you. “Oh my god!” Your cries of pleasure filled the room, your nails digging into his shoulders as you came hard around his fingers. He held you through it, his fingers never stopping until you were completely spent.

Breathless and trembling, you collapsed against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder. He gently withdrew his fingers, his other hand softly stroking your hair. “You’re incredible,” he whispered.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you laughed, looking up and meeting his eyes. You leaned in to kiss him, your lips lingering on his, full of desire and affection.

With one hand still tangled in his hair, you reached down with the other to cup his erection through his pants. He was rock hard, and a low groan escaped his lips at your touch. His hand roamed down your back, grabbing your ass and giving it a little squeeze before he took your arms and placed them on his shoulders. With a swift motion, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you effortlessly and walked to your bedroom.

tags:

@mamawiggers1980 @xsweetcatastrophe @thistheivyseason @galactict3a

[itsscromp]

Hello, I'm the anon that asked for something with Venom and anxious reader. I really liked it. I want to ask again for something that has been in my head.

Venom who bonds to reader who already isn't a very strong host and is battling a very bad ailment. With venom in their body he helps strengthen them against the disease. But they end up having a fight and venom leaves when his host can't sustain him. Only to end up feeling bad and missing them, so he comes back only to find their condition has severely worsened and they might not make it.

Sorry if it's a little long, but I really love what you do, keep doing it! ♥️

Venom x reader

Hello again anon, I'm so glad you enjoyed your request, Thank you for requesting again, Venom would do anything for his host. No matter what. Also a slight warning that if anything isn't accurate or correct, please don't hesitate to let me know :D Word count:1K

The past year has been absolute hell for you, You were diagnosed with leukemia, And over the year you were put through chemotherapy and underwent a lot of radiation, But the disease only spread rapidly and increased to stage 2, But that was when you met venom.

You became his host, You were amazed when he used his powers to do something about your cancer. And to the doctor's shock, you gained your strength back. In fact, you never felt better in your life. Going now 6 months without radiation or medication, your hair even grew back. But you remembered you had to help sustain venom as much as you could. But there was only so much your body could take. Yes, venom helped with your cancer, but only stopped it from progressing further. So you were still feeling the pain of it all whenever you tried to find any bad guys to help Venom.

While he was sympathetic at first, over time he grew increasingly frustrated over the lack of progress in finding bad guys to help sustain him.

"You said I could eat bad guys !!!!" He bit into your couch.

"Look I'm trying but theirs only so much that I can take to go and look through the entire city for you !!" you rubbed your face in frustration as he looked at you.

"Bullshit, This disease is only holding our potential together back, You should be lucky that I am helping you" He growled in frustration.

"Oh yeah ?? Says the parasite who got kicked off his own freaking planet !!!" you yelled at him.

'Parasite !!!" He yelled and headbutted you, breaking your nose. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, please let me fix it." He then healed your nose. "So I can break it again !!!" Headbutting and breaking your nose again.

"Fuck you !!!" You grabbed his head and slammed it on the coffee table.

A fight ensued with you two as things were thrown, venom tossing you around the apartment and slamming you against the wall. When he then trapped you on the ceiling, You reached for the smoke alarm and activated it, Sending a high frequency to him, Causing him to leap out of your body.

"Stuff this !!" He jumped out and infected another person, transforming them.

"No !!" You shouted as you saw him.

"Yeah !!" He flipped you off as he jumped off, He didn't need you, not at all. You couldn't sustain him.

But with you no longer his host, You grew deeply worried with thoughts running around your mind about your cancer. He helped slow it down. But he's gone, You were starting to shake with anxiety with what could happen now.

A week later venom was feeling bummed, He was starting to miss you, He was also starting to feel guilty for yelling at you. He knew you were trying your hardest. And he knew you didn't mean to call him a parasite. The guilt in him continued to consume him until he couldn't take it any longer. While still with his new host, he took control and headed back to your apartment. Knocking a few times but to no answer, this made him worried. So he knocked on your next-door neighbour's door which she answered.

"Excuse me ma'am, but do you know what happened to the person in that apartment ??" He pointed to your door.

"Oh... Y/n... I'm sorry but they're in hospital" she answered sadly.

"What ?? Why ??" Venom was in complete shock.

"I think their cancer got worse..."

"Which hospital did they go to ??" He asked, he needed to get to you.

"San Francisco State I believe" She answered .

With that, venom was on a mission, Taking the host's car and then driving like a mad symbiote to the hospital, his best friend was super sick now, and it was his fault...

"I'm coming y/n..."

He found the hospital and passed himself onto a doctor who was finishing his lunch break and went to the receptionist.

"I need the room for y/n l/n" He asked

"They are in the cancer unit, Room D12" The receptionist said.

He nodded and went on his way, Finding the cancer unit and then room D12, He opened the door to find you and hooked up to many machines. lying in bed unconscious as the nurse took some measurements and fixed your IV drip.

"How's they're condition looking ??" He asked, trying to sound like a doctor.

"It increased to stage 3, I don't think they'll have at least 2 days to live" The nurse said sadly.

2 days... no... venom needed to fix this, He needed your help. Once the nurse left , he joined her, but as he then closed the door, venom leaped out of his body and slithered his way up your bed, nearing your hand.

"Y/n... I don't know if you can hear me at all... But I'm going to make it better. I promise you, I'm really sorry for the fight, Let me fix it" He said to you sadly.

Soon he began to wreath into your body, determined to fight your cancer for you. With all his might he looked for the the cancer cells and cleared them out. Until they're was nothing left.

Your heart rate picked up as you got better and better. Eventually, you woke up. Back in the hospital room.

"Easy y/n... I got us" Venom softly said to you.

"Venom ??" You said weakly.

"Yes, It Is me... Y/n, I am so sorry for yelling at you, and for tossing you around the apartment..."

"No... I deserved it... I didn't keep my end of the bargain... So you had every right" Tears filled your eyes as the guilt consumed you too. "I'm sorry for calling you parasite" As your tears fall, small tentacles wreathed out your face and wiped them away.

"Cheer up ol' pal. Everything is gonna get better like they always do." Making you chuckle.

Venom would have your back through thick and thin. When life is at its most cloudiest. Darkest, He would be there to brighten it up again, just by being Venom. You wouldn't want anything else.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

England with a boy s/o who is insomniac and can only fall sleep while hugging him... so he waits England to come home to sleep in his lap while he finishes work

England x male s/o who can only sleep hugging him

yeeehaw!! so sorry for the wait anon i tried but i kept feeling like i got something wrong💔(character wise) side note btw,, i wrote this while making a j.ai bot for him since working on it suddenly reminded me of this and i was in a writing mood!! (sorry if there's any errors in grammar too btw i am ZOINKED AS FUCK rn. THIS UNSATISFACTORY ENDING SECTION IS PISSING ME OFF.)

IM SORRY IF THIS DOESNT FEEL LIKE X MALE READER I DIDNT REALLY HAVE A WAY TO FIX IT UP SO I COULD IMPLY THAT :(

England

England honestly isn't the most huggy-kissy type, but this is a major exception. Plus, it makes him feel rather good knowing he's the one you go to for such a thing. Makes him feel loved. Plus it's something nice for him to go home to!

Though, admittedly, he does worry a bit. Sometimes he has to go for a week or so, world meetings and the alike.. And he can't always bring you, even if he'd like to. Might want to try and get you hooked onto something else too? Like a stuffed animal, or maybe get you a cat if really needed.. Honestly whatever you can latch onto that's around your height/bigger and prefferably something that can be warm.

Ignoring such issues though.. He's definitely the type to idly mess with you hair, or just pet the top of your head while doing this. Such repetitive motions are rather calming in his book, something akin to the gentle motion you may experience in a rocking chair.

Honestly though, about the first section. He really misses the sensation of having somebody cling onto him. It brings him back, in a way that's sort of bittersweet to him. He tries his very hardest to be of comfort to you so he won't repeat any past mistakes, he wants you to be happy with him, and to stay.

Probably would try out giving you tea, see if that helps you at all. He's a hard believer in chamomile tea before bed, even if it doesn't give any notable amount of repair. It helped him before, so he felt it was a good, safe, choice. Goes for getting you sleeping medication too, even if, again, it doesn't do anything.

Odd detail: he'd probably read his work papers to you while working since it puts you right to sleep (and though he thinks it helps you due to the noise, it's actually due to how boring it is). Probably wakes you up when he's done though, since he is OLD and doesn't want to carry you to bed like you deserve. Honestly not the worst thoug, he's trying his hardest.

[sequinsmile-x]

Expeditious - Part 3

This wasn't how Emily had seen her quiet, low-key, wedding day going.

Part 1, Part 2

-x-

Hi friends,

I finally got round to writing the 3rd and final part of this fic, and the team finally meet the baby and find out that Emily and Aaron got married in secret.

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Mentions of a baby in hospital, nothing in detail

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It’s the longest week of Emily’s life. 

Being discharged from hospital whilst her baby wasn’t, having to leave her behind as both her doctor and Aaron insisted she needed to recover herself, was the hardest thing she’d ever done. It outweighed everything she’d ever been through, anxiety simmering under her skin in a way it hadn’t even when she was newly with Ian, sure he’d catch her out at any given moment. She visited the hospital every day, hours passing her by as she sat next to Molly’s tiny little bed or with her asleep on her chest. 

Leaving never got any easier, an actual ache in her chest when she and Aaron were told it was time to go, as if her heart had been carved out, a hollow hole that was full of grief for the experience she’d wanted. For the birth she’d planned for and the precious first few days with her little girl that hadn’t been anything like what she’d hoped for. Emily could barely look in the nursery, the room still unused. The only new thing that had been put in there in the last week was a big box of preemie diapers that Aaron had bought in preparation for when they finally had their little girl with them. 

She sighs as she sits back on the couch, the house is almost painfully quiet, the mechanical sound of her breast pump the only thing she can hear. It always felt like another gut punch, another reminder that none of this had been what she’d wanted it to be. At 3 am she should be feeding her daughter, not sitting on her couch pumping so she could take the milk into the hospital in the morning, so she could keep her supply up for when Molly did come home. 

“Em?”

She smiles softly at Aaron as he walks into the room, looking adorably rumbled, his hair pointing in every direction as he rubs his eyes. He’d been her rock through all of this, his own concerns and anxiety pushed down so he could look after her. It wasn’t the start to marriage that either of them had expected, their newlywed bliss very short-lived after she went into labour at their celebratory lunch. He’d taken everything in his stride - her misplaced anger that meant she’d snapped at him when he didn’t deserve it, how he had to convince her to leave the hospital every day, her resistance breaking both of their hearts simultaneously. 

It was proof she hadn’t needed that he was the person she wanted to spend her life with. That he was her port in a storm just as she was his. They supported each other through the hard, unprecedented thing, and she couldn’t imagine wanting to walk through the rest of her days with anyone other than him. 

“Hi,” she says quietly, not wanting to risk waking up Jack. The little boy hadn’t been able to meet his little sister yet, and she knew he was worried, constantly asking her questions about Molly that made her want to cry, her voice cracking as she held him close, “Sorry, did I wake you?” 

He shakes his head and sits next to her, “No, I just wanted to check you were okay.” 

She smiles sadly at him and shrugs, “As well as anyone who is pumping at 3 am to keep their supply up can be,” she says, her voice coming out more biting than she had intended it to. 

He sighs at the sarcasm in her voice, and he places his hand on her thigh, squeezing tightly, “Sweetheart.” 

She blows out a breath and nods, closing her eyes as she places her hand over his and links their fingers together, “Sorry, honey. I…” 

She drifts off and he leans in to kiss the side of her head, lingering there for a moment to breathe her in, “I know,” he says, kissing her again before he pulls back, “It’s okay.” 

She nods and clears her throat, emotion she hadn’t been able to escape in the week since her daughter was born climbing up her throat, “I miss her. I just…I want her here.” 

He’s careful as he wraps his arms around her, not wanting to knock the pump and cause her pain, and she sinks into him, seeking out the comfort she was always able to find with him.

“I know, me too,” he says, swallowing thickly to push his own rising emotions down, knowing that she needed him to hold her together right now. It was so often the other way around. “But, you know what they said yesterday, if she has no issues overnight we can bring her home today.” 

She smiles and nods, her eyes watering as she releases a wet chuckle, “Let’s hope your genes kick in and she stays out of trouble.” 

He laughs and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead, “Hey, my little Molly is perfect,” he says, his smile turning into a soft smirk, “Besides, based on some conversations with your mother, I think the troublemaking won’t kick in until she’s a teenager.” 

She scoffs and narrows her eyes at him playfully, “She’ll be perfect even then,” she says, and then her smile slips, the gravity of the situation kicking back in, “I never thought I’d want to be sleep-deprived. I’m so excited to have her here.” 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he says, catching a tear that escapes her lashline, “And when she’s home she can finally meet Jack and all of her aunts and uncles who are excited to meet her.” 

Emily nods and leans her forehead against his, “And then maybe we can finally tell them we’re married.” 

It was something they’d decided together. Emotions were heightened as it was, the stress of having a newborn in the hospital enough without having to add anything else on top of it. The team hadn’t asked any questions beyond ways they could help them, any concern about why Emily and Aaron had asked them to all gather at Dave’s gone the moment they realised the baby had come early. They’d understood that they needed space and took it in turns leaving casseroles and, in Penelope’s case, enough baked goods to stock a bakery on their porch. 

She was excited to tell her friends that they’d been married a week already, but she was anxious about their reactions, well aware that even the tiniest negative response would make her cry. 

“Things will be fine, Em,” he assures her, almost as if he was reading her mind, “And if they say anything I’ll throw them out.” 

She chuckles and reaches up to card her fingers through his hair, trying to flatten it, “My hero.” 

He stamps a kiss against her lips, “Do you want me to get you a snack or something to drink?” 

She smiles and nods, “I’d love that. But in a little while, okay?” She says, resting her head on his shoulder, “I want to sit here for a bit.” 

He rests his cheek against the top of her head, “We can sit here as long as you want, sweetheart.” 

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Molly is home for five days before the team comes over. 

A part of Emily wanted a little more time, but she knew her friends were itching to meet her little girl. She’d appreciated the last few days getting used to having her little girl at home, enjoying watching Jack marvel at his little sister, the boy obsessed with everything she did, and she was excited to see her friends, the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places, love her daughter. 

She’s changing her into a clean onesie, her heart clenching at the sight of her little girl, of how tiny she looked in the lion covered piece of clothing. It was strange to think she should still be pregnant, that she should still be three weeks away from meeting Molly, from finding out that she was having a daughter. As much as she wished things could have been different, that Molly’s start to life had been a little smoother, she couldn’t imagine not already knowing her. Not knowing that she had her nose, or that she had a head full of dark hair. That she preferred falling asleep in Emily’s arms but found Aaron’s voice soothing. It meant most of their nights were spent sitting up in bed, Molly against Emily’s chest as Aaron told her a watered down version of her parent’s love story. 

She smiles when she hears the doorbell ring as she finishes doing up the onesie and she picks up Molly, cradling the tiny baby against her chest. 

“That’s going to be your aunts and uncles, sweet girl,” she says, kissing the side of her head, breathing in the scent that never failed to make her feel at ease, “They are so excited to meet you,” she kisses her head again and starts to walk towards the nursery door to head downstairs, “Just to warn you, your Aunt Pen probably has some very pink and shiny things for you to wear.” 

She smiles when she makes it to the top of the stairs just as Aaron makes it to the front door. He turns to look at her and winks before he opens the front door. 

It’s suddenly very loud, every member of the team talking at once as they walk into the house, hugging Aaron excitedly as they look around for her and the baby. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she’s barely got her feet on the ground before they all turn and look at her. Penelope gasps and steps towards them.

“Oh look at her,” she exclaims, “She’s so tiny.” 

Emily smiles proudly and turns Molly to face her friends, “She’s already gained 14 ounces since she was born,” she says, smiling as Penelope steps closer again, “She’s a big girl now.” 

“Can I hold her?” Penelope asks, her hands already reaching out. 

“Yes, but hand sanitiser first,” Aaron says, already holding the big bottle he’d bought at the pharmacy and directing the team to all hold their hands out, a stern look on his face that usually belonged in the office. 

Emily playfully rolls her eyes at her husband as he pumps some of the gel into their palms and she makes eye contact with JJ. She pats Molly’s back when she starts to fuss and she starts to walk towards the living room.  

“Since she’s still meant to be cooking we have to be extra cautious,” she says softly, “The last thing we want is for her to go back to the hospital.” 

“That’s totally understandable,” Penelope says, putting her hands out for some of the sanitiser. She finally looks at Aaron, tearing her gaze away from the baby, and her eyes fall on his hands. She gasps and wraps her around his wrist and pulls his left hand closer, her eyes wide as she realises what she’s looking at, “Is this a wedding ring?” 

The room falls into silence and Emily has to suppress a smile as Aaron’s eyes briefly go wide, his plan to take off his ring so he didn’t give the game away so early something he had clearly forgotten in his sleep deprived haze. 

“Yes,” she says, walking over and standing next to her husband, smiling up at him when he wraps his arm around her, his other hand over hers on Molly’s back, “We got married.” 

“When?” Dave asks, his eyebrows furrowed as he crosses his arms over his chest, a look on his face that lets Emily know he was trying to figure out what signs he may have missed. 

Emily looks up at Aaron and nods, their conversation brief and silent before he squeezes her hip. 

“It’s what we were doing the day Molly was born,” he says, running his thumb back and forth over his wife’s hipbone, “We were having lunch when Emily’s labour started.”

“So the dinner at Dave’s house?” Derek asks, looking back and forth between them curiously.

“Was when we were going to tell you,” Emily confirms, her chest tight as she thinks about what happened that day, how it would always be a mixture of the best and the scariest day of her life, “But then this one decided she wanted to join in on the fun, and everything changed.” 

“Why didn’t you invite us?” Penelope asks, any joy she’d had at seeing Molly for the first time replaced by sadness, “Did you not want us there?” 

Emily sighs, feeling her own tumultuous emotions start to bubble in her stomach and she clears her throat, “Of course we did Pen,” she says, “It’s just…it was something we wanted. Just for us.” 

JJ smiles and steps forward, always the first to bridge gaps, the peacekeeper that the team would sink without, “I can understand that,” she says, holding out her arms and smiling as Emily eases Molly into them, “Especially since you were pregnant with this gorgeous little girl. Wedding planning is stressful enough.” 

“Exactly,” Emily sighs, relaxing into Aaron as he wraps his arms around her properly, as if he knew she needed holding in place so she didn’t reach forward and grab their baby back from their friends, “Although because I went into labour I wouldn’t say we ended up avoiding stress.” 

The team all gather around JJ and look at the baby in her arms, all of them arguing about who got to hold her next apart from Spencer who looked terrified at the prospect of it. 

“If you think you’ve got away with not having a wedding party you’re crazy by the way,” Penelope says, looking up at them, her eyebrow raised as she turns to look at Dave, “We’ll talk.” 

“Why do I always host these things?” he asks, furrowing his brow jokingly. 

“Because you live in a mansion…” 

Aaron turns to Emily and kisses the side of her head, lowering his voice so only she can hear him whilst the others carry on as if they weren’t in the room, their voices fading into the background as he focuses on his wife. “What are the chances we’ll have any choice in this matter?” 

“Zero,” she replies, turning her head to kiss his jaw, “But honestly this is the best we could have hoped for.” 

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[mediumtires]

I'm still not over this. How in the world Christian is sharing this and expect us to be okay ? HOW??

I'm also living for Fed to be there as their chaperon 😂 he cannot let these menaces free or chaos will prevail.

It got me thinking now, is Fred going to tease the hell out of Toto at each TP meetings now?

i would like to formally apologise i don’t understand how no one else is losing their mind about this? i am so about to lose my mind?

you’re telling me christian horner and toto wolff shared a flight to melbourne (loooooong flight from the uk) and christian just causally drops that bomb on us like it’s something they do all the time?

i swear the most compelling thing about them is that THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. all the yelling and the one upping and the creating fake scenarios for netflix, the comments, the quotes they feed the press, the mind games, "i don't have to kiss his arse" etc etc etc but at the end of the day they’ve been around the paddock together for over a decade. in 2014/15/16/17/18 they hung around each other ALL THE TIME.

and then 2021 happened and gLoVeS wErE oFf but even after that— may i remind everyone of preseason testing 2022?

this was literally only A FEW WEEKS after that commission meeting where masi got fired relocated. weeks after toto wore a black turtleneck like he’d just buried the w12. and they were acting like giggling schoolgirls twirling their hair and having a laff? are you joking? are you telling me these two whiny conceited big headed team bosses can just forgive and forget?

YES AND ITS BECAUSE THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. toto probably acknowledged what happened in ad wasn’t christian’s fault and christian’s crush on toto is big enough that he could move past merc protesting max's win and getting his bestie michael fired relocated.

and now you’re telling me they’re sharing flights. sure sure. probably because they’re really environmentally conscious. maybe even an accidental booking on a commercial flight. two personal assistants going “whoopsie didn’t check the passenger list sorry”. three if you count in fred but he and toto probably booked that flight together. surely they weren’t plane pooling a private chartered flight. cough cough surely not. these three old rich men (billionaire toto wolff) would totally sit first class on a commercial flight, 17 hours among commoners, before one of the hardest races of the season, one of them with a broken back, one of them blind, and one of them with a tummy ache. these three very rich men would totally suck it up and bite the bullet to make sure their carbon footprints stay as low as possible.

HELL no i don’t believe it for a second. they plane pooled. BECAUSE THEYRE FRIENDS.

christian is the longest serving tp along with franz tost but toto has been around since 2011ish when he first started at williams. they've known each other for A LONG TIME. no other team principals have been around as consistently and continuously as these two. sure some of the current tps have been around the paddock in other roles. and yet with the exception of toto and fred, none of them are "friends".

i am convinced they started hanging out. they must have because they were the two youngest tps around and everyone else was boring (except for maurizio my beloved). they build a rapport. some kind of undefinable bond, not friends, not colleagues, rivals maybe, but there's respect. even if christian won't ever admit to it ever. maybe they don't go to dinner together but I'm convinced they text occasionally, anything between "happy birthday" and "fuck you for buying out my engineer i actually needed that one". also. christian is ceo of a top level performing technology business (lmao) and if there's one thing toto knows it's management and finance. like I cannot imagine they have never had conversations about that. they're both passionate about racing. sure they probably have like hugeeee differences in opinions about certain things but it's because they're both willing to do whatever it takes for their team to win. they must respect that in the other. (their opinions are probably not even that different if we think about it. probably scarily similar actually. this is the problem, they are very much two sides of the same coin. they want their team to win and they’re willing to do pretty much anything to get there. they look at each other and don’t like what they see because they’re literally mirror images.) (THEYRE TOO SIMILAR)

IN CONCLUSION. they like each other. they may not be friends by common definition but THEY ARE SOMETHING. they share flights I rest my case.

(also yes obviously fred makes fun of them all the time it’s how he’s coded)

[amyispxnk]

Neon green

Halloweeny drabbles with Joel Miller!

30/10- spooky nails

Summary: you and Joel paint your nails

A/N-Not insanely Halloweeny but this popped into my head and I just had to write it.

Joel Miller x f!reader (can maybe be read as gn)

Word count: 895

Warnings: pet names, fluff

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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You're sat at the dining table, foot propped up and an assortment of nail polish in front of you. You're trying your hardest to make cute Halloweeny designs on your nails with your new glow-in-the-dark colours, but it's proving to be very difficult.

You hear a low chuckle from the other side of the room as his keys drop in the little bowl on the table by the door, kicking his boots off and walking up to you.

"Now, what are you doin'?" He questioned, finding your positioning - head resting on your chin with your toes positioned between some strange separating device and one hand far away from you on the table as you painted with the other - incredibly amusing.

"I am painting my nails." You announced, holding your free hand up and showing it to him. "Look, I already did these - do you like them?"

He carefully held your hand and studied the nails for a moment, before humming a noise of approval.

"'s nice. I like the.. cat." He murmured, looking at your pointer finger's nail.

You frowned slightly. "It's supposed to be a witch." You replied, taking your hand away from him and looking at it yourself now. Okay, maybe it looked more like a cat. Somehow you messed up that badly.

"I thought the hands were good, so these are definitely worse." You gestured to your toes which were painted with slightly simpler designs, cobwebs and the such.

"No! No, they're good. Real nice sweetheart." He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and out of your face before walking over to the kitchen to make some food for himself.

10 minutes later, you had finished your nails and mostly dried them, looking at them and trying to figure out if they looked okay.

"Joel?" You called for him, heavy footsteps sounding from above you as he came to the living room.

"What d'ya need?" He said as he rounded the corner of the couch to stand in front of you.

You showed your nails to him once again. "What's the verdict?"

"They're.. good. I can definitely tell that this one is a spider."

It was indeed a spider, so that was a good sign.

"I feel like I could've done better." You commented.

"Well, you can always try again some other time. I think they look great though." He said as he turned to leave - but an idea popped into your head and you grabbed his arm, forcing him down onto the couch a little roughly.

"Coulda just asked me to sit down." He coughed, sitting upright and looking at you.

"Sorry! Just- gimme a sec."

You hurried over to the kitchen where some of your nail polish still was, bringing it back with you and sitting down on the couch beside him, making his eyebrows raise even higher.

"Your nails are already painted."

"They are." You answered, unscrewing the cap to the neon green polish

"So what's the plan exactly?"

"I wanna paint your nails Joel. It'll be easier doing the designs on yours than mine."

His eyes bulged out of their sockets and you couldn't help but giggle slightly at the look on his face.

"Wha-at!" You laughed.

"But- I thought that, yknow, that's not exactly.. it's like a girl thing." He said, watching as you got the brush covered in varnish and held it above the bottle so it wouldn't drip on your table.

"'s not a girl thing, Joel. C'mon pleeeeaase let me paint your nails." He sighed, holding his hand out for you.

"The things I do for you."

"'cause you love me so much." You grinned, relishing in the victory and starting to paint his nail.

"Yeah you got me there." He murmured, watching as you painted his nails.

Joel had never done anything like this before, growing up surrounded by all the 'girls only do this and boys only do this and they can't swap it around' stereotypes, and a guy having his nails painted was very strange to him. He didn't find it weird, he had just simply never seen it before, and that's probably why he was so fixated on his nails as you worked, barely even noticing you were done until you were blowing on his nails and telling him to flap his hand around so it dried quicker.

"Well, what do you think? Any better than the first attempt?"

He was stretching his fingers, spreading them apart and turning his hand to get a view of each one.

"So nice, baby. You did a really good job." He praised, before turning to you.

"Maybe do the other one too?" He asked tentatively. "For more practice."

"Or you just realised you actually like having your nails painted but you're too shy to admit it..?" You exposed him as you took his other hand and began painting.

"Yeah, got me again." He chuckled softly.

When you finished and turned the lights off to make his nails glow in the dark, he actually gasped in awe at the sight of them, complimenting you again and saying how you'd improved so fast and how good they looked in the dark and how you should do this more often with him, warming your heart and your cheeks as he continued gushing about the nails.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

[ronearoundblindly]

If deep sea mermaid is free in some way she dosent just leave. She liked meeting the team and loves steve .

The time they went in the deepest trench in the world (thanks to tonys tech that went smooth trials and they are able to go there) they are surprised of what they saw assides their intended mission to find the bad guys hiding there as they look around a familiar tail sways and this time it glows

Steve smiled and knew who it was and assured everyone its alright

Tony joked steve fucked a mermaid

Wanda hears someone then at the front part of the submarine there she is Tail swaying in joy while waving her hand as a "Hi!!!!" Tony shrugs " yep shes not hangry

Bucky is also facinated in a curious way "So this is why you took too long punk

Bruce simply stunded theres folks like here here

Nat straight to the point to her" anything suspicious?"

Y/n simply nod and beckons them to follow her with her eletric glowing tail for them to follow her direction there . Is a bad guy hiding here

a continuation of the Sun, Salt, And Shield miniverse. (Also, this ask is from October. I am so sorry it took me so long to get to!) Warnings for action/adventure, vague innuendo, bad jokes (from everyone), and mild language have you met me?. Lightly edited. WC 1.8k

Pairing: steve rogers x deep sea mermaid!reader

"Is that...is that a Segway?" Sam Wilson completely fails to hide his amusement as you test out Tony's motorized way to let you 'walk' on land.

"Heavily modified, but--" Tony takes the handle from you for a second to lower the max speed while you learn "--essentially, yeah."

It wasn't easy. In fact, the part they thought would be the hardest turned out to have a quick fix. You can only breathe outside of the water for so long, so Atlantian technology was formed to fit over your gills and mouth. Thanks, Namor.

Then Tony was faced with a wholly new problem. You live in the deep sea, naturally, under a great deal of pressure, and as a non-bipedal lifeform who maneuvers that fast underwater, outside of the water, you are made up of over 250 lbs of muscle. Most of that lies in your tail which they've witnessed crush a man's skull on impact.

That...should not make Steve feel the things he does. It really shouldn't.

He did always think he'd fall for a strong woman though. So. There's that.

You listen carefully to Tony's instructions, eyes shielded by enormous black sunglasses the billionaire obsessed over designing. He made you look like an old Hollywood movie star--albeit with vivid green hair and pale purple skin--and Steve wonders if the style was a purposeful jab at him.

"Right, the direction is pretty sensitive at the moment," Tony slowly explains to you. "You've got to really control your weight distribution so it doesn't overshoot your target."

That three-layer grin comes out in an instant, and you nod. No hesitation, barely a glance around, you start the contraption rolling, circling Sam, then Tony, then Steve with pinpoint precision, pausing in the middle of them all to cock your head.

"Coral reefs require sharp turns."

Tony stares at you, the nine-foot-long crown-to-fin specimen before him. It's clear he both adores and loathes how adept you are despite your wildly different backgrounds. You've grown on him. A lot. So much so that Tony has not made a fish-fucking joke in two whole weeks.

Steve won't chance calling attention to it though. The more he lets Tony delve into tech to keep you here longer and tech that allows humans to be where you live longer, the more Steve gets to see you. Win-win.

"Show off," Tony grumbles with deeply proud eyes. "Let's see what you can do then."

Steve himself has never gotten to go in one of the new Divers. Tony always insisted on manning the crafts himself until all the bugs were worked out. The first prototypes fit one person (one not-very-large-person) anyway, so it wasn't going to be Steve piloting one.

The new models can fit approximately six people comfortably.

While Namor's city has a bright source of light to help surface folk see, you and your people function without.

That means a mix of infrared, night-vision, and sonar are all the team can use to 'see' your home.

Unfortunately, they aren't here on a social visit. A mutant named Tiger Shark is rumored to be hiding within a few hundred nautical miles. It's imperative he be found.

As great as Tony's tech is, it's clunky and slow compared to how fast the mermaids can swim and search. You can also survive at greater depths than Atlantians while maintaining your speed. There's a boing-hollow tap above Steve's head and he snaps to look through the low-light adjusted glass.

You wave enthusiastically before pressing a webbed hand to the window.

"Hey, doll," Steve whispers automatically.

Tony groans. "Right. Grariel, we are looking for the man--uh, thing I sent you a picture of. Have any of your people seen him before? Do you know if he's been nearby?"

The pressed hand turns into one held-out finger as you look away from the Diver. There are bizarre noises that send the sonar haywire until Tony switches it off.

Your tail glows again, something Steve hasn't seen since the first time he met you in the Raft, scales lifting slightly to show bright pink bioluminescence.

And then magic.

As far as is possible to see in the Diver, lights of different sizes sprout up in shades of blue, pink, and purple. Your people. They're telling you what they know. It's the first time Steve considers you might be a leader of your own people, too. It's his turn to be proud like Tony who looks duly impressed.

Quickly, faster than it can register in the infrared scans, you're off like a shot, and Steve feels almost sick to his stomach trying to follow your deft swimming.

"Well, ok," Tony scrambles, "I guess we're doing this damn thing."

He pushes it, but the Diver cannot move anywhere near as fast as you can. Steve loses the light of your tail and stiffens, gripping a hand over Tony's shoulder.

"I got her. I got her, Cap." Tony flicks a few switches on the panel in front of him. "She's a good girl. Keeps her tracker on. We'll catch up."

It takes too long to get to you once your tracking signal stops advancing, but then Tony grimaces.

"Uh, slight problem. She's ascending."

"How is that an issue," Nat asks. "Can't we help her more in shallower water?"

"Based on her heart rate--"

"Just get us there," Steve booms, franticly searching the scans above them for signs of you. The water shines blue now, and they can see some light, but Tony has them at a pretty sharp angle to get higher.

"Found 'em. Right there."

Suspended in cerulean blue, it looks like you're dancing, swirling and circling with odd twists and turns. It's almost beautiful until--

Bucky croaks. "Is that blood?"

"WHAT? Tony--"

"Hold your horses. It's red," Tony dismisses.

"Yes, blood tends to be that color," Steve deadpans. "Now help--"

"Black," Tony chirps. "Your girlfriend's blood is black, for the record."

They progress closer, and then a much darker gush of blood floats in the liquid sky but remains mostly red. Tiger Shark is a transformed human, after all; his blood remains close to human.

"Yeah, that's about what it looked like when she ate Chuck..." He swivels in his seat. "Do you know, I still can't buy ground chuck? Almost put me off burgers. Feels so wrong."

"Focus, Tony."

Swift like a cheetah on land, you roll your tail around Tiger Shark's legs and squeeze, stretching out behind him to grab at the corners of his mouth and below the huge shark's jaw. It's as if you purposefully display your catch, sharp ends to your long webbed fingers digging at the mutant's thick flesh.

"Atta girl," Tony cheers.

You beam but aren't looking at them.

Something huge, big enough to shadow the Diver completely, whips over their heads.

Another mermaid.

Actually, a male, something which Steve has never seen before. He supposes he knew they existed, of course, but this guy is enormous. Possibly two feet longer than you with a body almost twice as wide.

He completely blocks their view of you for a few seconds.

"We got something to secure him with," Tony announces to your comm.

When the merman flicks his tale to move away, you sport your Hollywood shades with gusto. The male brought you your sunglasses, and suddenly, Steve's...more than curious.

The Diver ejects a grappling hook and you and the male lash the unconscious Tiger Shark to the top of the submersible.

You are hugging the new arrival, who keeps his head facing down away from the surface light. Whatever the conversation, which is completely incoherent noise to everyone in the Diver, it's very animated. The male is protective, holding your shoulders and looking at your wound with a very clear frown.

You bat the guy's concern away and motion toward the sub where four humans watch in confusion.

You touch the center of the male's chest.

"Fah-ther."

Steve swallows hard. That's your dad? Holy shit, he is in so much trouble. People tease him for looking like a Greek statue, but your father is like...is like...really freakin' buff.

Everyone in the Diver stares daggers at Steve, and he knows it. All the years he's been off the ice, all the time he's had to get used to women--well, females, let's say,--and he is not at all prepared to handle Merman Goliath as an in-law, or...uh...sorta...oh gosh.

He raises his hand because he doesn't have any other ideas. "Hi, I'm Steve."

Bucky snorts. "Oh, buddy. Wow."

Too many thoughts flood him at the same time, and Steve freezes in place.

Father? He looks no older than you. Wait. How old are you? Steve's never asked. How long do mermaids live? Do they ever age? Do they just keep getting bigger or is your dad, like, the biggest?

"Tony," Steve finally whispers, "do you...do you know from your research how...?"

Thank goodness Tony takes pity on poor, panicked Steve, not stalling to admit he has no clue what age you are.

You return to speaking (a mix of sounds with rippling shimmers of light along your tail), so you aren't paying attention when Steve bends down to add, "can you though? Can you carbon date her?"

He's heard about science on that. Steve knows it's a thing.

A strange sort of elation blooms on Stark's face, and he turns to Bucky and Nat.

"That counts," Tony yells. "That totally counts!"

"Shit," Bucky grumbles, running his vibranium hand down his face.

Natasha is, for once, genuinely stunned and looking back and forth between Tony and Steve. "I'll be damned," she murmurs.

Steve gives in. "What's happened?"

"You," Tony boasts, "just asked me for dating advice. You asked me specifically to assist you in dating someone, and thus I have won a very, very large bet."

Before Steve can bemoan that, another tap sounds above them. You point to the prize catch of the day.

"Help take in," you say, quickly turning to swim up to the lighter blue waters.

"I've got so much to teach you, Cap. Promise I'll be gentle. Maybe I can teach Grariel a little something about--"

"NO" comes the immediate and emphatic response of everyone else inside.

Tony simply shrugs.

"What a great day," he bubbles, humming as he takes the Diver to the surface right behind your beautiful, ageless tail.

Steve realizes he has so, so many things he wants to ask you about that he'd never thought of before, top on the list being "what have you told your father about me?"

A/N: Tiger Shark is a real Marvel character who I have included in other fics before. It was fun to use him again!

I do not have words to describe how enjoyable this was to write. I just want to torment poor Steve with awkwardness. I can't help it.

I...I may have figured out a way to incorporate...uh, some smut into this universe...but I don't know if that's a thing y'all would read. I'm gonna hold off on that.

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[dopenightmaretyphoon]

Never Mine L.W/M.F

Trigger warnings:

Cheating, mentions of self harm, sadness.

Authors note

Please take care while reading this, my inbox is always open for people if you need to talk. This isn't a request just something I came up with while listening to Cardigan and August by taylor swift. It's short but I hope people enjoy and my requests are open

"You were never mine! That's what hurts the most" Larissa tried her hardest to blink back tears while staring at the black hair goddess in front of her

"I'm sorry, mi amor, I really am"

"No! No, you don't get to call me that. I thought I had you, you promised you would be mine. All i wanted was you, wanting was enough for me"

Morticia looked shocked but didn't say anything as she knew larissa still had more to say.

"I waited and waited for your call! So much for summer love and saying us because you were never mine to lose where you?" The angry pouring out of larissa's words was so clear to morticia.

"I'm sorry, she just-"

Larissa's hand met the table cut morticia sentence in half, she knew what was coming nexted and mocked morticia's voice.

"She just gets me like no one else"

Finally giving in and letting the tears fall larissa looks at the picture of her and morticia cuddled up under a tree in the fields not far away.

"I'm sorry larissa, I'm only 17 what do you want from me?"

"I don't know! I don't know"

Larissa's words soon turned into sobs, morticia wanted to comfort her, to hold her like she always did. Morticia cursed herself for breaking the tall goddess heart, she got so lost in her thoughts she forgot larissa was sat infront of her desk studying for an upcoming test.

"You always did try to change the ending, Peter was always going to keep Wendy no matter what, you see morticia when you chase two girls you are always going to lose one and you did, you lost me. You promised forever and took it before it started, kissing in cars and down town bars was all I needed, you draw stars around my scars but now, now!"

Larissa lifted her sleeve to show the blood slowly falling down, Morticia's eyes widened, and she felt sick.

"Please let me clean you up"

Shaking her head larissa got the first aid kit and started to clean it all up.

"I knew this would happen, you coming back and begging after she left but you lost me morticia. I will never be yours again. I hope you find someone who treats you better than you did me"

Morticia tried to speak but larissa cut her off

"No, I'm going to see if I can switch rooms, have a good life morticia"

Watching larissa leave broke morticia's heart, but she knew it was her own fault. Holding the only thing she had left of larissa's, she crys into the cardigan regret and sadness filling her.

[tsubasaclones]

doll clothes loot

doll nudity under the cut etc etc nothing crazy

ok well usps finally delivered my package at almost 7 pm. i was about to go eat at the dining hall and saw the truck turning the corner as soon as i walked outside so i just went back inside and waited for them. it was kind of awkward lmao.

first of all this hat. i am obsessed with this hat and it is adorable.

it felt kind of too bulky though so she's not wearing it for now. i kind of thought it was supposed to be a bear from the listing photos but it's got folded over ears so... maybe it's a pig? a pink dog? idk

this is the inside of the hat:

i tried looking up "caramel p" and couldn't find anything though. maybe i need to add the heart idk. this and the little heart pillow are absolutely adorable though. they were super cheap too?

first up is the azo2 skirt. i tried it on the ddp even though i knew it was going to be too big. sits a little higher up than i expected on the azo2 but it fits better than the other skirt i have so that's a win.

i don't have any pictures of the socks & wire-ribbon-thingy because the socks didn't fit EITHER of them. i couldn't get them on all the way. i guess they're only for normal obitsu legs and no one else lol. also the ribbon thingy i was having a hard time getting it on without severely messing up the hair so i also gave up... at least that set was like 400 yen... OTL

the blue set was only called "wide pants set" on the listing and they were right. those pants sure are wide. they were literally sliding off of the ddp but could JUST barely get onto the azo2. the shirt has to be tied on with the separate ribbon.

it also came with a pair of underwear that was stretchy enough to fit both of them. which is good lmao

the last thing was listed as msd size. i didn't even try it on the azo2 cause i doubted it would fit at all but it looks great on the ddp. the hardest part was getting the shirt on because the pink ribbon didn't want to go over the shoulder area (i was pulling it down from the top because it didn't really want to go over the hips either)

(doubled for sizing sorry LMAO)

anyway like i said the socks didn't fit either of them so no pictures L

[petitelepus]

The Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 15

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Christmas at Shinazugawa household and you are invited!

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shuya Shinazugawa, Hiroshi Shinazugawa, Koto Shinazugawa, Teiko Shinazugawa, Sumi Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Winter came and so did the first snow, followed by the second and third. You and Genya had recovered from your fevers and returned to school just in time for the seasonal exams before Christmas break. The two of you studied and worked hard, but you made it and it was finally time for the vacation.

Normally you would spend Christmas alone in your apartment, maybe order something good to eat, make yourself some sort of dessert, and just chill, but now you and Genya were a couple and his family had invited you to join the Christmas celebration at their place.

To say you were nervous was the underestimation of the year.

"How are you feeling? Are you alright?" Genya asked as the two of you were walking towards Shinazugawa's household. You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded nervously, "Yeah, I'm just… I'm just nervous. Like, very nervous!"

"It's going to be okay." Your partner smiled as he squeezed your hand in his, "They are going to love you."

"I hope they like the present I got them…" You murmured as you fixed your hold on the backpack where you had hidden the Christmas present. Genya nodded, "I have no doubt that they are going to love it."

"What about if it's too much?" You asked worriedly, "What about if the teacher doesn't like it?"

"That…" Genya frowned, "I think he cares more about our siblings and their happiness."

The two of you arrived at the Shinazugawa household and rang the doorbell. As soon as the bell rang, you could hear kids screaming inside and you swallowed nervously. It was showtime!

The door slammed open and teacher Shinazugawa or Sanemi glared at you guys, "It's about time you came!"

"I- I'm sorry, are we late?" You asked and the silver-haired teacher of yours shook his head, "No, you're just in time. Get in!"

You and Genya stepped inside, Sanemi closing the door behind you two as you took your shoes and jackets off. He eyed your backpack suspiciously, "What's in the backpack?"

"Oh, uh, Christmas present?" You said and he squinted his sharp eyes at you, "I didn't tell you to bring anything."

"I, uh, I wanted to bring something?" You asked uncertainly. Your teacher wasn't exactly smiling, but not frowning either, so you thought you were safe.

That's when you heard some whispers and you looked ahead and saw children's heads peeking shyly from around the corner. You smiled and waved a little at them and they all reacted differently, some giggling and some yelping because they were noticed.

"Come out brats and introduce yourselves!" Sanemi snapped and three young boys and two young girls stepped out. The boys introduced themselves as Shuya, Hiroshi, and Koto, and the girls as Teiko and Sumi.

"M- Merry Christmas to you all!" You said as you introduced yourself.

"Are you our big brother Genya's girlfriend?" Hiroshi, one with a similar hairstyle to Genya's asked and both you and Genya blushed, but you tried your hardest to keep on smiling, "I am."

"Have you kissed?" Shuya with his big brothers' sharp eyes asked. You and Genya both choked on air, but before either one of you could reply, the older brother shouted.

"Oi, don't go asking stupid things!" Sanemi snapped and you were briefly scared that the kids would cry if being shouted at, but they all just giggled and laughed, completely immune to their oldest brother.

"Either way, get in, we are having fried chicken and pizza," Sanemi said as he chased his younger siblings out of their home's entrance. You and Genya were about to join them, but you quickly grabbed your boyfriend's shirt's sleeve and yanked it gently to get his attention.

"Genya…!" You whispered as loudly as you dared without risking being heard by his family.

"Yes?"

"Your brothers and sisters are so cute..!" You confessed and you weren't lying, you could feel your heart grow as you watched the innocent smiles of your boyfriend's younger siblings.

Hearing this, Genya froze before a genuine happy smile broke out on his face. "That makes me so happy." He confessed and you smiled as you grabbed your backpack and the two of you joined the rest of the Shinazugawas in the living room.

"Big sis, sit with us!" Sumi and Teiko said cheerfully as they made room for you and you glanced at Genya who nodded and sat with his brothers while you took a seat between his sisters.

"Thank you," You thanked them and they giggled, "Is living with big brother fun?"

"Teiko, Sumi!" Genya called his sisters' names, but the two of them just smiled as they waited for you to reply. You smiled a little nervously before nodding, "Yes, your brother is so kind to me. I'm happy with him."

"Isn't he?" They smiled and you blushed a little, but your blush was nothing when compared to Genya's.

"Enough of the interrogation, time to eat!" Sanemi said as he brought buckets filled with fried chicken and boxes filled with pizza to the table and everyone cheered as they started to eat and enjoy the Christmas meal, you and Genya included.

You were actually still a little nervous so you ate pretty little, but slowly you started to calm down and enjoy yourself as Genya's siblings accepted you and included you in all their conversations.

You smiled as you took in the whole atmosphere in the room. Warm, and kind, a real family. You felt a little nostalgic, as you enjoyed yourself and your boyfriend's family's companion.

Finally, you were all getting full of chicken and pizza, but just in time because you were running out of them. The kids sighed happily, their tummies full of chicken and pizza. Genya glanced at you after noticing how little you had eaten.

"Are you sure you're full?" He asked and you nodded with a smile, "Yep!"

"Do you guys want cake now or later?" Sanemi asked and the kids cheered, "Now!"

"Okay, but don't cry to me when your stomachs start hurting!" The silver-haired man said as he got up and went to get the cake. Meanwhile, you looked at the younger siblings and smiled, "I hope you don't mind, but I brought you all a Christmas present."

This caught all the kids' attention.

"You brought us a present?" Koto, the youngest brother asked and you nodded as you reached for your backpack and opened it enough to pull out a medium-sized box wrapped in white and red paper. You placed the present on the table and the kids eyed it curiously.

"Can we open it?" Shuya asked and you glanced at Genya, "What do you think?"

Your boyfriend was about to reply when suddenly Sanemi returned with a huge strawberry and cream cake in his hands, "No presents until you have eaten!"

"Then can we save cake for later?" Kids asked and Sanemi growled, "You just wanted cake!"

"We also want to see the big sis' present!"

You felt a little bad that you had lifted the present on the table before you had eaten the cake. The silver-haired teacher of yours growled as he placed the cake on the table next to the present. "Fine, you can open it while eating cake, but don't make a habit of this!"

"We won't!" The kids said in unison and then turned to look at you, "Can we open it?"

"Go ahead," You nodded and the kids happily opened the present. They were surprisingly calm and careful while tearing the paper, but once they saw what you had brought for them, their eyes widened in shock and joy and they screamed, "A Nintendo Switch!"

"A Nin-What?" Sanemi asked and you smiled, "There are some games also."

"Sports game!"

"Pokémon!"

"Dance game!"

The kids were absolutely ecstatic as they looked at the console and games you had packed with it. You were smiling, you were honestly so happy to see them enjoy your present. Before you knew it, they all jumped up from their seats and rushed to hug you, all 5 kids together.

"We love you, big sis!" They all shouted happily and you blinked, a little shocked by their sudden show of affection.

"Can we play right now?" The kids asked and Sanemi snapped, "Oi, eat the cake since you wanted some!"

"You can eat the cake while I can set the Nintendo to your TV?" You asked and Genya glanced at you, "You know how to do that?"

"I'm handier than I look." You said with a small smile, "And it's easy."

"Sounds like a plan." Sanemi nodded and the kids let go of you and returned to their seats as their eldest brother started to cut the cake. Meanwhile, you grabbed the Nintendo and went to set it on their television. It was honestly so easy for you and by the time you were done, the kids were done with the cake.

"Okay, would you like to start with the sports game?" You asked and the kids cheered as they ran to you excitedly.

"We can make our own Wii characters!"

"Yeah!" The kids absolutely took over the controls and started to explore all their choices and mini-games there were. You smiled as you stepped aside and your teacher walked up to you.

"Are you sure it's okay for you to give out such an expensive thing?" Sanemi asked and you smiled, "Yes, I have more money than people might think."

"We don't have anything to give you back."

"This night was more than enough for me." You said genuinely and you meant it. You hadn't had a family meeting like this in years so being invited to one made you so happy, despite your status as a loner. After all, this was Genya's family and you were honored to have been invited.

"Go," Sanemi said suddenly, "Genya saved you a piece of cake."

"Ah, thank you," You said out of habit as you made your way to your boyfriend who was cleaning dishes from the table. Only one plate remained and on that plate was a beautiful piece of cake with a lot of ripe strawberries on it.

"Is this huge piece really for me?" You asked as you sat down and Genya nodded, "Everyone wanted you to have the piece with the most strawberries."

"That is so sweet," You said as you picked a fork, but before you dug into the cake, you looked at your boyfriend, "Wanna share this with me?"

"No, you eat it. I already had a piece." Genya said and you nodded as you took a piece and ate it. Oh God, it was so delicious, you should eat cake more often.

When you were done with the cake, Genya took your empty plate to the dishwasher and the two of you went to the living room to watch how his younger siblings played badminton against each other.

The night went nicely after that, you guys played with the Nintendo and even Sanemi tried sword fighting against Genya. It was maybe the most intense thing you had ever seen, as neither one wanted to give up or lose. The kids and you tried to play also and it was honestly fun.

You didn't notice time pass until it was already dark outside and it was time for you and Genya to return to the apartment that you shared with Genya and Lady the fair cat.

"Please come back soon big sis! You're so nice to us!" Genya's younger siblings cried out as they came to hug you one last time before you could leave.

"Oi, you make it sound like I'm awful!" Sanemi snapped and the kids just laughed. The silver-haired man grumbled, "You better not expect games and such every time Genya and his girlfriend come and visit us!"

"We won't!" The kids cheered and hugged Genya before you and your boyfriend left. As you were walking you started talking.

"I really liked your family Genya." You said honestly, "They were all really nice to me. I'm not used to it."

"They loved you also." The young man nodded and you smiled, but before you could say anything you noticed that it started to snow. It looked magical, the darkness around you being broken by streetlights and snowflakes shining around you as they gently fell from the sky.

"What a good way to end a day." Genya hummed thoughtfully and you blushed a little, "Yeah." You admitted as you gently grabbed Genya's hand to catch his attention.

Once he turned to look at you, you leaned upwards and kissed him. His eyes widened in shock, but slowly he closed them as he leaned more toward you, enjoying the kiss to its fullest.

When you pulled away, you were both smiling and blushing, but you could both tell that the blush wasn't purely because it was cold out there.

"Merry Christmas Genya." You wished and he smiled as the two of you continued walking hand in hand.

"Merry Christmas."