#i will grow 6 legs and everything. bet

[wisteriagoesvroom]

when you're in a idgaf competition and your opponent is oscar jack piastri...

oscar piastri is the funniest man in the world i fear

[x]

[communicationthroughlyrics]

Master List

18+, Men and Minors DNI- Do not repost works without permission!

WLW, Celebrity Fan-fiction. Heavy use of song lyrics for themes and storylines, and I don't like to write short fics. This is my first fanfic blog in a long time- I appreciate reading everyones comments on my work! Focused on Scarlett Johannson and her characters, Elizabeth Olsen, AJ Cook, Blake Lively, etc.

Bonus points to those who can guess all the lyrics being used :]

Series: I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much (ScarJo)

HIATUS

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet. (Warnings: Smut, Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Death Threats, Implied Abuse/Sexual Abuse, Flashbacks to War/PTSD)

*More warnings will be added as I write*

Ch. 1 - Are You at One, or do You Lie?

Ch. 2 - We’re Hiding Like a Shadow in the Dark

Ch. 3 - All This Money and This Pain Got Me Heartless

Ch. 4 - Fuck Around and Damn Near Die in it

Ch. 5 - You Pulled Me Under Just to Save Yourself

Ch. 6 - You Blame Me for Everything You Hate

Ch. 7 - Fall Down Before Me, I Want You on Your Knees 

Ch. 8 - The Weight That’s Crushing can be Relieved

Ch. 9 - I Have a Growing Fear and You’re Not Helping Me

Ch. 10 -  I Pulled Off Your Wings, Then I Laughed

Ch. 11 - Army Green Was No Safe Bet

Ch. 12 - Whisper on a Scream, Doesn't Change a Thing

Ch. 13 - Digging Up the Dirt, You Get to Meet All Sorts

Ch. 14 - I Just Want You to Know Who I Am

Ch. 15 - The Only Thing You Brought Is Psychological Warfare

Ch. 16 - You're Gonna Get What's Coming to You

Ch. 17 - A Pebble in the Water Makes a Ripple Effect

Ch. 18 - If You Wade Around Forever, You Will Surely Drown

Ch. 19 - I'll Be Hurtin' When I Wake Up On The Floor

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Series: I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me? (Wanda Maximoff)

ONGOING

Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs? (Warnings: Smut, Strong Language, Cheating, Intersex!Reader, Alcohol Abuse, Angst)

- PT. 1 - PT.2 - PT.3 - PT.4 - PT.5 - PT.6 - PT.7 - PT.8 -

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One Shots, Drabbles and Stuff

😈= smut 🥰= fluff 😰= angst

S.J. - You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name 😈

S.J. - So Fucked Up, From the Way That You Touch - Pt. 1. Pt. 2. 😈

E.O. - Our Fire When We're Together, Mixed With Paranoid Manners���

N.R. - I Got a Secret, So I'ma Drop ‘Em to the Floor 🎄😈

W.M. - Easy to Love 🥰

J.J. - It's Time to Let Her Know What You Need - Pt. 1 Pt.2 😈

N.R. - Let's Talk About Chemistry😈

J.J. - Caught Between Black and White 😰

W.M. - I Just Wanna be Yours 😈

N.R. - There's No Hope In Endless Winter 😰

N.R. - Ancient Sun, Cast Your Light (Pt. 2 to There's No Hope In Endless Winter) 😰😈🥰

W.M./N.R - I Gambled On Red And The Price Was Paid 😈

W.M./N.R - Fuck Me Like You Mean It (Pt. 2 to I Gambled On Red)😈🥰

S.J. - You Should Probably Leave 🥰😈😰

N.R. - I Can't Help The Way I'm Feelin' Pt. 1 Pt.2 😈

E.O. - Watch The World Explode From Underneath Your Glow 😈

W.M. - She Had Other Plans

W.M. - Tell Me Your Limit and We'll Cross the Line Again (Pt. 2 to She Had Other Plans)😈

*credit for images/lyrics used on this blog belong to respective owners, i do not own these images/songs. contents of this blog are purely for creative entertainment purposes, any similarities between those portrayed in this blog and real people are purely coincidental. all works on this blog are fiction. works are my own, do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.*

[xxsycamore]

Hello there since Yokohama req for kink let's see two of my faves with your boy Size kink and body worship how do they sound ?I love them all and I already can't wait to read wgat you will come up with this time 😍😍

GASP i should've seen this coming!! This is so much like you :D Let's see if I can spark (more) interest in Napo for you with the use of your favorite kinks~ With pleasure, Julie! <3 Let's start with Size kink!

Napoleon + size kink

tw: includes descriptions of short/tiny reader

If you're of a way smaller build than Napoleon, you can bet that he's going to have strong feelings about that. What kind of feelings? Protectiveness, first of all. The more his feelings deepened for you, the smaller you looked in his eyes - like a precious creature he desperately needed to wrap into his cape and hold close at all times. That being said, the size of your soul is entirely different; your inner strength might stand taller than him at times, and he's not blind to that. He won't measure your disposition by your physical appearance.

Then his feelings for you deepen further, and he starts to notice how your size affects other aspects of his love for you. How it affects his libido. How the things he finds cute about you during the day are all coming back to him when the night wraps the both of you in its veil and tints everything in a different color... During the day, he laughs at how you can't reach that one cabinet in the kitchen, even on your toes. During the night, he lets you enter his room ahead of him and he thinks about taking you standing against the wall, just so he can tower over your back again like earlier in the day when he helped you out. During the day, you complain about him always involuntarily walking ahead of you, and he'll snort and tell you to grow longer legs. During the night, he'll stroke the side of your foot because he can't believe it's nearly the size of his hand, before hoisting your leg over his shoulder.

You might catch him expressing this infatuation of his, and you might think he's simply being a bully. All the times he ruffles your hair just because your pretty little head is in perfect proximity, or when he jokingly rests his arm on your shoulder, or when he holds up an item above you where you can't reach it without jumping in the air... you'll have to look for the signs of him doing this purely out of his love for the difference in your sizes, mostly manifesting through an act of affection coming immediately after this teasing. He's not kissing you only to apologize - he's kissing you because you're terribly small and angry and he's the big bad wolf who can eat you up if he wishes but he chooses to be kind and nice instead.

Of course, there's a certain area where he dwarfs you completely, and where the psychological enjoyment of it is highest - as well as the physiological. And that's when he enters your tight little hole.

Now, you'd say I'm biased for this part but my guess is that Napoleon is on the well-endowed side, something a little above average. If Napoleon made the difference in your builds strikingly noticeable enough before you moved to the next step in your relationship, then chances are you were a little scared of what he was hiding in his pants, and rightfully so... But don't worry, he's going to soothe your worries; the very first time and every other time when you're faced with having to accommodate him inside you. He's talking sweet nothings in your ear, making you cum on his fingers that are stretching you open. If you're genuinely concerned about the tight fit, he'll leave any teasing behind - any that is not for the sake of smoothing out the furrow in your brows, that's it, he has a good judgment of when enough is enough - and focus on reassuring you. Once this becomes a regular thing between you, once he notices how you clench on his fingers at the mere mention of exchanging them with something that's going to fill you up properly... He'll use this information for personal gain, I'm afraid. He's going to make you lightheaded with the things he says, and he'll find countless opportunities to remind you of how obviously smaller you are than him. He might make you watch in the mirror while he has you in his lap, his cock in his full erect glory resting heavy against your lower belly, knowing that this thing is going to disappear into your depths exactly as you see it in the reflection. And then you get to see that too, as he lowers you on his cock, whispering of how good you're taking him all the way in.

I'm going to take some points off though, because his strong belief in equality is bound to make him upset if your height leads to people disrespecting you. He's prone to overprotectiveness too and he knows it, so in order not to sound like he's underestimating you, he might do the opposite of reminding you of how small you are. He still finds it cute though, he can't help the hair ruffling for instance...

6/10 "Here, place your hand down. Do you feel me? I'm all the way in here inside you... Who knew your little hole could be so greedy, hmm? Alright, I won't bully you anymore. Just let me feel more of you."

-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!

🦶foot fetish 🥵breeding kink 🥕pregging 😈dom/sub 🍈breast kink ⛓bondage 🩸period kink 👄marking 🐺predator/prey 🏙public sex 🤗praise kink 👅 cunnilingus 🍌blowjobs (receiving) 🚪getting caught 🖐️masturbation 🥛lactation

[doctorsiren]

Okay chat we gotta split this up (this is why I said preferably one image per ask, but since these are a set, I’ll allow it)

First of all though

I HAD NO IDEA THOSE FIRST TWO EXISTED I HAD ONLY SEEN THE SECOND TWO the last one is literally my lockscreen on my iPad and has been since I discovered it this summer,,,,

IMAGE 1: AA3

Characters: Maya Fey (channeling Mia Fey), Godot, Iris Fey, Sister Bikini, Ron and Desirée DeLite, Dick Gumshoe, Maggey Byrd, Phoenix Wright, Pearl Fey, Miles Edgeworth

Rating: 11/10

These ones are hard because there’s SO MUCH to unpack here, but that’s what makes it fun.

Starting off I AM A SUCKER FOR MIA AND GODOT/DIEGO INTERACTIONS GAHHHHH Like c’mon!! nothing more to say on those two, they’re perfect

IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS IRIS MYBELOVED WAHH!! She’s so,,, AND SISTER BIKINI gosh I love that she’s confused about the Wii of course she would it only makes sense..but I think Iris being the one to look like she’s explaining it to her makes it even more silly bc girlie you lived in a mountain temple for most of your life how do you know what this is?

Ron, being silly as usual ALSO WHO’S FOOT IS THAT NEXT TO HIM ?? I’ve been trying to figure it out and I THINK it’s Desirée’s but the angle of the leg doesn’t feel right and I just don’t know. Whoever’s foot it is, they need to wear socks (i CANNOT not wear socks, especially wearing shoes without socks?? So when I see characters doing that I’m like 😨 what)

Ron is obviously spooked by Gumshoe and Maggey, and so Dezi (was that a nickname for her? Or did I make that up) obviously is trying to help him but WHY IS THERE SMOKE?? OR DUST OR STEAM OR WHATEVER THAT IS?? HUH

GUMSHOE AND MAGGEY they’re working together it’s so cute IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE RUNNING TOWARDS GODOT AND CONSIDERING THAT IRIS AND SISTER BIKINI ARE HERE, THAT MEANS THIS WOULD HAVE TO BE POST-AA3

Which mean Iris should be in jail (i mean actually no she shouldn’t, women can do what they want and she did nothing wrong smh) and that Godot would definitely be in jail

So it looks like Gumshoe and Maggey are running in to arrest Godot (also I love the Blue Badger on her hoodie <3 )

Okay actually BACK IT UP if this is technically post-AA3…Mia is so calm in speaking to Godot yes I know she loves Diego, but he JUST killed her mom…but whatever I crave their interactions

PHOENIX bro is probably exhausted from everything that happened in AA3…BUT ALSO IS THAT A PLAYING CARD IN HIS POCKET WHAT IS THAT ?? I go insane when playing cards are associated with pre-disbarment Phoenix bc ough…almost like foreshadowing…

Also that CANNOT be comfortable…his poor neck

And also the silly thing he does of tucking his tie in his pocket so goofy so silly

The man he loves and the women he loves are both RIGHT THERE and what does he do?? SLEEP

PEARL SLEEPING ON HIS LEG?? THAT’S SO CUTE this is him preparing to adopt a child in the next 3 months

MILES SMILING I love him look at his goofy big hand, loom how he sits, look at how he looks both relaxed and on edge at the same time, like he could be leaning a bit more back and not be so stiff with how he holds his arm across himself, but he isn’t

He probably loves the Wii. He never got to play video games growing up after DL-6 I bet

UPON FUTHER INSPECTION I am led to believe that the leg belongs to none other than LARRY and that he FELL and that’s why there’s that dust cloud

Those shoes are his and, if we look behind Godot’s legs, there’s a little bit of orange in the same colour as Larry’s jacket

thats literally all I have to support that, but I think I’m right

Also upon further inspection, the spider-web that I mention later in another image is still there and it looks bigger this time and I find that funny

IMAGE 2: AA1

Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Dick Gumshoe, Cody Hackins, Lotta Hart, Larry Butz, Penny Nichols, Maya Fey, Phoenix Wright

Rating: 11/10

OKAAAAY CHAT

LOVE HOW THEY’RE ALL CONFUSED

Miles…miles…miles…sweetie why are you looking out the window honey what’s wrong are you being followed?? OKAY NO WAIT IT JUST CLICKED THAT THIS IS FOR AA 1 AND THAT MEANS DL-6 AND,,,ough

Baby boy needs a distraction, and even when he should have it here with the Wii, he is still worried :(

His hand is in his pocket, but he’s still looking over his shoulder (ough…metaphorical….) he looks like he’s about to cry ?? Poor guy someone give him a hug :(

Gumshoe being perfect as always

I love that they invited this CHILD to come to the law offices to watch the lawyer who questioned him try to play video games. But also I don’t reasonably think he would be confused, so…

Lotta. She would definitely not understand. Also I love lotta, glad they brought her

Larry being Larry once again, and I bet Penny’s just happy to have someone new who’ll listen to her about Steel Samurai cards and such (please watch out girlie, bro is about to make a fool of himself) also isn’t that the statue from the studio on his shirt??

The storytelling here is crazy WHY IS THERE A KNOCKED OVER CUP?? Maya probably knocked it over but the fact that this was something included in the drawing is silly to me and I absolutely love it

Also I don’t think I really realized that Maya’s sleeves don’t span the whole length of her arm and only go down to barely past her elbow?? How am I NOW just registering this?

And she would definitely be the one to show everyone the Wii (how did they buy it? Phoenix barely gets paid as is)

PHOENIX I love him I love his face look at his befuddled expression…the way he sits…how his legs are bent…his suit jacket is unbuttoned, he’s more relaxed, which is the opposite of how Miles is at the moment (sorry I’m a little bit goofy hehe) HE JUST LOOKS SO SMOOCHABLE HERE

Also dude you gotta hold the wiimote more forwards or else the sensor isn’t gonna pick it up. That’s probably why y’all are confused. Maya’s trying to tell him that he’s doing it wrong

IMAGE 3: AA3

Characters: Max Galactica, Maya and Pearl Fey, Larry Butz, Regina Berry, Miles Edgeworth, Will Powers, Phoenix Wright, Dick Gumshoe, Franziska von Karma, Maggey Byrd

Rating: 11/10

Max I love you but only the version that isn’t weird so like uhh girls step away

THE ACE CARDS IN MAYA AND PEARLS HAIR,,,OUGH,,,,Maya having the Ace of Hearts…Pearl having the Ace of Diamond (Trucy’s shape,,,they will become like sisters, they just haven’t met yet)

LARRY GET AWAY FROM REGINA SHE’S 16

Regina you’re perfect, don’t change a thing

ALSO I JUST NOTICED THE WEB IN THE CORNER ABOVE REGINA WITH A SPIDER IN IT…Phoenix I thought you spent all that free time cleaning…or was it just the toilets you cleaned a lot…

MILES MILES MILES LOOK AT HIS PRECIOUS LITTLE SMILE LOOK AT HIM HE IS HAPPY!! HE’S GETTING THE AUTOGRAPH OF THE ACTOR OF HIS FAVOURITE CHARACTER FROM HIS HYPERFIXATION I LOVE HIM he deserves all nice things

And Will…I don’t understand the canon narrative of people hating him without the Steel Samurai mask on because he genuinely looks so sweet and kind like CMONNNN

Phoenix…with his shirt unbuttoned a little…his sleeves rolled up…his arms…his tie doing the silly pocket thing and also he’s drinking out of that cup that was spilled in the previous image

Phoenix pog he is so goofy and for what

IS FRANZISKA LEFT HANDED or is she also just ambidextrous/showing off. Her calm expression, the way she sits…

Gumshoe will never understand I think and he’s perfect for it. He stands like a dad, but I’m not sure if I’d trust him to be someone’s father. He’s an uncle, because it means he doesn’t have to be responsible for a kid because bro can barely afford food on his own 😭

MAGGEY I love her look at how she is just leaning over the couch she is me fr

IMAGE 4:

Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Godot, Franziska von Karma, Phoenix Wright

Rating 11/10

Biased on this one, it’s my lock screen and this will never not be funny to me

They’re probably the only people in the world who would ever have a legitimate reason to wear the wiimote straps because have you seen how forcefully they point?

Miles…that’s all I can say…Ough I love him

The way Godot’s neck is bent kinda bothers me and it makes him feel like an action figure but you know what that’s okay

FRANZISKA ONCE AGAIN USING HER LEFT HAND I THINK SHE’S LEFT HANDED??? I love that for her look how confident she is

Phoenix has a big mouth and that’s funny to me. His hand just in his pocket so casually hehe

Why is Miles the only one not pointing

Final notes about the first 3 images all together

The time of day changes. The AA3 one is set at night, the AA1 one is later in the day, probably early evening, and the AA2 one is like midday

The office is the same in each image, including those books in the shelves which never change places because no one ever reads them. AND OH MY GOSH I JUST REALIZED THAT THE THING NEXT TO MILES IN THE AA3 IMAGE IS THE AUTOGRAPH HE GOT FROM WILL THAT MEANS IT IS REASONABLE TO ASSUME THAT THESE ALL TAKE PLACE IN THE SAME DAY?? Weirdly, it would have to go AA2, AA1, AA3 unless the AA1 image is actually in the morning and not early evening…you could assume that the AA2 image comes first as the light from the window is bright and Phoenix is holding that cup which is then knocked over in the AA1 image (unless they cleaned up the spill from AA1 and now Phoenix is drinking from that cup.) Also AA1 has him in his full suit, so I guess it would make more sense if that one came first and then AA2 because he isn’t wearing his suit jacket in that one and his sleeves are rolled up

AA3 is definitely last though because I JUST REALIZED THE CARD IN HIS POCKET IS PROBABLY FROM MAX and also he rolled his sleeves back down

Okay wait hold on now I need to think about these as 3 scenes from one day

Maybe Miles is looking out the window because he was told Will Powers would be showing up, and so he’s just excited for that and so he’s just watching for when he does

And then Will shows up and now Miles is smiling and he is getting the autograph

And then in the third one, Miles is happily playing the Wii, with his autograph next to him…

The only thing that would lead me to believe that these cannot take place in the same day is how much that spider web changes. It isn’t there in AA1, it’s there in AA2, and then it’s bigger in AA3

Regardless of all of that, these images are truly among my favourites and I’ve spent like 45 minutes at LEAST typing all of this so yeah and there might have been things I missed but I’ve already typed a lot

[zaeliaeve]

A/N: not really proof read, sorry for any mistakes. Missed you guys! Let me know what you think.

2009

Surprise, surprise.

The Real Madrid squad had returned again with another victory and it was only smooth sailing from there. The media was eating up absolutely everything they did, and now it was talks about how could anyone stop this sudden new force?

After that night at the bar the dynamics hadn't changed much there was a noticeable difference of lightness, like Catalina wasn't like a deer in headlights at the sight of Sergio anymore, and they were more and a even level.

The entire team was looser now, and now it was growing into a family like dynamic. Inside jokes and horrible nicknames, it was a good time to be apart of Real Madrid.

The team were flying back from yet another game, tired but victorious. Not like they expected anything less.

Catalina had gotten a bit more accustomed to flying now, only really getting anxiety during landing and takeoff, which was a big improvement from her first flight.

She found herself scrolling through the hundreds of pictures she took at the away game as Karim sat to her right loudly grumbling at some game.

She was so focused she didn't notice the footsteps of someone in front of her. "Switch me seats" Sergio tapped Karim on the leg; pillow and blanket stacked in his hands.

Karim looked up from his vintage Gameboy up to the defender with confusion. "Why, Gordo?"

"Because I said so."

The Frenchman tsked at his answer and pulled his head back into the game "Gotta give me a better reason than that, and throw in a please too while you're at it."

Sergio rolled his eyes and clutched his white fuzzy blanket tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You can be petty all you want but Raúl wants to bet you in Escoba so move."

Karim shoulders perked up at the mention of the game and he eagerly switched the off button on his Gameboy. "Fine, I'll go then but I still want to hear you say please."

"Chúpame la verga" Sergio sneered back, earning a laugh from the forward who stood up from the seat.

"Yeah, whatever crybaby."

With that, Sergio slipped into the seat comfortably and spread his blanket across his lap. Catalina looked over at the Spaniard and greeted him with a small hello, eyes brightening up.

Sergio reciprocated the greeting warmly as he settled into his seat, laying the blanket over his legs. Catalina set down the book she was reading into her lap, growing tired of the stillness of being in an airplane. "Let's play a game." Catalina suggested causing Sergio to turn his attention to fully to her.

-

"Sergio are you sitting on my jacket?"

"No, and I'm counting that as one of your questions."

Catalina let out an offended gasp. "That totally doesn't count."

Sergio put his hands up as if it out was out his control. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them. Looks like you only have 6 questions left."

Her ponytail bounced as she shook her head. "You absolutely do not follow the rules, like ever! That's so unfair."

"So is life, sweetheart."

Catalina let out a huff of defeat, avoiding the loud thudding in her chest that seemed to happen whenever the defender was around- much to her dismay. "It's my turn now, since you just went. Hold on, let me think of a good one." Sergio paused for a couple seconds before continuing.

"When is the last time you fought with someone?" Sergio asked seemingly genuinely interested to know the answer.

"With you, like 30 seconds ago." Catalonia easily answered.

Sergio raised an eyebrow. "You call that a fight?"

"Yes I do actually and I'm counting that as another question too by the way." Catalina beamed, proud of herself for being able to get payback.

He let out a small whine before faking applause and a bow. "Okay, okay you got me. Go on then, it's your turn." Sergio conceded easily.

"What's your blood type?" Catalina asked just to get a reaction from him, but he didn't even bat an eyelash .

He didn't have to think about it before answering "White, black, and gold."

Catalina let out a giggle and crinkled her nose. "You're such cornball sometimes. The team definitely payed you to say that."

The words bounced off of him like nothing, his smile never faltering.

"Five questions left."  She reminded him with a smile.

Sergio took another couple seconds to decide what exactly he wanted to ask but grinned like the Cheshire Cat when he came up with one."Who's your favorite on the team?"

"I have no favorites, I like everyone equally" Catalina responds instantaneously, but she knows Sergio won't accept that answer.

He clicks his teeth with disapproval, arms folding together loosely. "We promised to be honest to each other in this game. You should just tell the truth and admit it's Kakà."

Catalina hums as she takes a moment to really consider her options but would feel guilty truly landing on anyone. Of course there are ones she speaks with more than others but at the end of the day this is her job and she's on a good level with them all.

But, after all it was Sergio and he wouldn't be satisfied until she gave an answer, even if it was a cop out one. "I really like shooting Cristiano. He's very photogenic and never turns me down when I ask if I can take pictures of him." Catalina said honestly, purposely avoiding the word favorite.

"He never turns you down for pictures because he'll take any opportunity he can to stare at himself" Sergio quips back teasingly.

Catalina figured it's best to say nothing else and move on. "It's my turn!"

"When's your birthday?" Catalina asks with her head tilted.

Sergio closes the airplane window halfway with one hand as the sun sets, the once bright blue sky now a strong orange color that was so vibrant it was almost blinding to his eyes. "March 30th" he answered, eyes squinted.

She stuck out her lower lip as to say awww. "You were almost a spring baby."

"When's yours?" Sergio asks back.

"September 27th."

Sergio's eyebrows raise. "That's a week away, why didn't you say anything before?"

Catalina shrugs her shoulders. "I don't really do much for it anyways, it's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal, you only get one birthday a year and you should celebrate getting to that age- coming that far and having made it though all. Your family and friends should be there to enjoy a special occasion like that.  It's important that you don't let your youth pass you by and you take the time to enjoy it with those who matter most. " Sergio protested his tone dropping now from lighthearted to serious.

She couldn't help but grin at him, putting both hands above her heart and clutching. "That's very sweet-"

"Cállate y hazme más preguntas."

Typical Sergio. Catalina laughed and moved on as if nothing happened, but it stayed in the back of her mind.

-

One week later and on the actual day of Catalina's birthday not much had happened. Her parents had offered to take her up to Barcelona so they could go see their extended family for her big day, but maybe it was her newfound general distaste for Barcelona that was being instilled in her through her job or her plain introverted heart but she decided to stay home while the rest of her family gallivanted up to Catalonia.

She had received short birthday well wishes from them however, for which she was still grateful for. The entire day was spent living her normal routine, shooting for the Madrid team and going home but this time to an empty house.

No one on the team had known, her not mentioning it to anyone and no one saying anything until her uncle had told her " Feliz cumpleaños!"  while she was still setting up her camera. and it ended there.

Catalina tried to keep her mind focused on other things, trying to assure herself that this was like any other day, just a day that she just so happened to be born on, but Sergio's words kept ringing in her head even though a week had passed.

Don't let your youth pass you by.

Is that what she was doing? She was sending herself into a doom spiral of harsh thoughts all centered in her loneliness, all centered on her inner insecurities.

Am I content being alone or am I so used to it that it doesn't even bother me anymore? She had thought.

Luckily, the day was almost over and she could just go to sleep then pretend this day never happened until the next year when the spiral will start once again. That was until she heard loud knocks at her door while she was lying on her couch snuggled up in a heavy blanket.

It had scared Catalina like it would scare anyone else getting an unexpected visitor in the night, but the moment she looked through the glass in her door her worries were relieved.

The first thing out of Sergio's mouth isn't an explanation or even a hello. But then again, Sergio was never one for many pleasantries."Twenty-two now? I'm gonna have to get you a walking cane and reading glasses next year " His lips are upturned in a playful grin.

Catalina's shoulders slumped down and she released a sense of tension that she hadn't realized she was carrying all day. "Did you forget you're a year older than me, abuelo Ramos?" Her smile was now matching his, wide and teasing.

"Right, that means I'm your elder so you have to respect me and do as I say" Sergio chuckled before his eyes dropped down to her pale pink pajamas with cartoon characters plastered all over them from head to toe.

Catalina could practically feel his eyes burning holes right through her, she felt naked and exposed in a way that made her want to hide. "Bugs Bunny, cute. It suits you" He piped with a halfway smirk.

She felt her cheeks heat up and suddenly found it hard to make eye contact, aiming to look closer to the ground now. "Thank you. I obviously wasn't expecting to see you or I would have put on something a bit less..." she struggled to find the right words. "-childish." Is what she finally settled on.

He shook his head like it was nothing. "You can wear whatever you want it's your day, birthday girl." She could practically feel his eyes burning holes through her body.

"Only for another thirty minutes" She reminded him, crossing her arms together in an attempt to hide the cartoon characters plastered all over her torso.

Sergio smiled brightly and held up the white plastic bag that he had been holding in his hand. "Then I came just in time. I have candles, jello, whipped cream, and sprinkles. The only store open didn't have any cake so I had to improvise."

Catalina's eyebrows raised, her lip pouting out with surprise. "For me?"

He scrunched his nose and feigned looking around for another person. "Who else?"

The door creaked as it was pushed open to make room for Sergio, Catalina happily stepped to the side. "Come on in."

Sergio smiled at her and stepped inside, taking his shoes off as he entered the house leaving him in his socks. They gathered at her dining room table, Catalina running into the kitchen to get utensils and plates while Sergio took out each item from the bag.

"I cannot believe you actually came here. That you put in all this effort just for me. Thank you Sergio." Catalina told him as she set the plates down at the table.

He shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Maybe your uncle will bitch at me a little less when I fuck up if he sees me running around the whole city for his niece" his tone is deadpan and his eyes trail up from the jello to look at her.

Catalina stills for a moment and he watches as her face drops, eyelids wide and lips parting slightly. Sergio brings his knuckles up to her nose and squeezes lightly, a small laugh escaping him. "Relax, kitty Cat. It's a joke. This is our secret so let's just keep it between us, okay?"

Her eyes lighten up and the corners of her lips perk back up. "Okay, deal."

Sergio's gaze drops as he spreads the whipped cream onto the gelatinous dessert. "That's settled then. Now, be a good girl and take a seat in the big chair so I can sing you happy birthday."

-

The jello cake had been better than expected, the both of them managing to scarf down almost all of the pretend cake with just the two of them.

They chatted for a bit about work, both of their yawns becoming more consistent until it became evident that his time there was coming to an end.

This was such a grand gesture, such a nice thoughtful thing to do she didn't know how to address it properly, especially not with someone like Sergio.

He wasn't one for mushy-gushy things but it felt appropriate in a circumstance like this. As they talked about next weeks schedule for the team, she found her mind slipping into what exactly to say to him.

It must have been Catalina's nerves that got to her, because by the time he was getting out of the chair to go to the front door she still couldn't muster up the courage to say what she wanted to, not that she even really knew what that was.

Sergio gave her a quick hug goodbye before he was out the door, Catalina left alone in her thoughts as the door shut behind him

Her thoughts kept getting louder and louder before a big wave of adrenaline it her, and all she could think was run!

" Wait-" Catalina called as she ran out of her house, barely having time to throw on slippers before she chased him down the sidewalk.

Sergio turned around on the heals of his feet, stopping directly in his place as he watched her charge towards him. His eyebrows knitted together with confusion, assuming maybe he forgot his keys of wallet, but she only kept running like it was the most urgent matter in the world.

Once she got half a step away from him, she stuck her arms out and wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her head in his chest. Sergio froze for a moment out of pure surprise, but Catalina didn't let go.

The hardness of his chest pressed up against her cheek and the warmth of his body melted her soul and made her mind fuzzy.

Overcome with emotion, her vision became blurry and she let out a shaky breath. "This birthday was the most lonely day of my life, and you came when I really needed it. It felt like everyone forgot about me, and I thought I didn't care but now I know I do. I'm so grateful you came, thank you."

It was as if the breath was knocked out of Sergio by her words, his breathing slowing down. "Catalina" Sergio called softly.

His hands laced in her hair as he held her smaller frame, scratching lightly at her scalp in an attempt to soothe her. In all honesty he was unsure of what to say, on what he could possibly say to make the situation better.

He thought carefully before speaking again. "I did it because I wanted to. Because that's what friends are for."

Friends?

The word brought a smile to her face so strong she don't think anything could break it.

"I really don't know what to say, this is just so unbelievably kind-" she started before being pulled into something hard, muffling her voice.

Sergio squeezed her tightly into his chest and kept going until she was squirming in his grip, letting out a quiet whine. His chest heaved as he laughed over her screeches.

Once he got the reaction he was happy with, he squeezed her a bit tighter before letting her go. Catalina let out a gasp of air and pushed his sides lightly. "Why do you like to torture me?" She wasn't annoyed at all, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"Because I like how you look when you pout."

He even didn't have to look at her to know what her reaction was, her dark round eyes now wide and lips agape and he wasn't wrong.

"Get some rest, Goodnight, birthday girl" Sergio bent down and pressed his soft lips against each of Bianca's cheeks, lingering a beat longer on the last cheek before pulling away nonchalantly, flashing his straight teeth to the girl.

Although it was a common way to say hello or goodbye in their shared native land, it made her chest warm and her breath hitch in all the best ways. "Goodnight, drive safe."

They gave one last small wave before he turned around to go to his car again, this time Bianca not stopping him as he disappeared off into the black night.

-

Catalina showed up to the training grounds like any other day, a special white badge dangling from her neck and a dark black camera bag strapped firmly to her side.

Something seemed to be off though. From the moment she stepped into the building everyone was acting off, gaze lingering a bit too long or not long enough. Even the security guard made her feel out of place, which was something that she hadn't felt in a while with that team.

Not to mention half the players seemed to be gone, suddenly all disappearing off into different rooms or quietly running through the back hallways. "Catalina!" Marcelo exclaimed once she stepped onto the pitch, jogging over to her.

His overexcited tone startled her, causing her to jump a bit before making eye contact with the left-back. "Oh hey, how are you?" She smiled at him before going to open her camera bag to start getting her stuff out.

"I'm great! The real question is how are you? " Marcelo emphasized, his eyebrows knitting together with concern.

Weird. Catalina raised an eyebrow but nonetheless didn't push on the matter further. "I'm feeling okay, just a bit tired from last night."

Marcelo pressed his lips together inquisitively. "What were you doing last night?"

She froze at the question, starkly remember Sergio's direct instructions to not mention their time together the night prior. There was a slight pause as she tried to think of a quick excuse, landing on the first thing that game to mind. "I was folding my laundry."

He didn't seem to buy it, and her tone didn't help much either. "All night?"

She faked a sense of casualness shrugging her shoulders. "I had a lot of laundry."

It was obvious that it was best to change the subject because there was no hope of saving it, not to mention the quietness of the field was so uncharacteristic that it became loud- an eeriness hovering over the pitch."Where is everybody? We're missing so many people it feels like a ghost town."

"Some are getting their physicals. I've already done mine so-" He stopped mid-sentence his eyes following elsewhere behind her, whatever was happening back there clearly throwing him off guard.

Catalina craned her neck to look at the distraction but Marcelo quickly grabbed her shoulders to grab her attention again, shaking her rapidly. "Don't you just love Real Madrid? The best team in all of Laliga, no, the whole world! Hala Madrid! ...y nada más" He practically jumbled out.

She awkwardly laughed, letting herself be shaken. "Hala Madrid but why the sudden team spirit?"

Marcelo stopped shaking her abruptly and his hands fell to his sides. "Not sure, just felt a surge of it run through me all of a sudden."

With that, he went back to practice like nothing happened.

Another fifteen minutes passed but at least these minutes were mostly normal, her snapping a few pictures of Raúl doing a few crossbar shots and him jokingly asking her to delete the ones of him completely missing completely.

At least he wasn't being weird today, she thought.

"Cat!" A voice called, although she didn't have to look up to recognize from the voice that it was Kaká.

She got one last fast snapshot of the players practicing before turning her head to him, He swung his hand implying for her to come to him, a wide smile greeting her kindly. It was hard to ever say no to such kind eyes.

Catalina was there in a flash, pushing her camera into her bag and zipping it shut. "Hi," she said once she was in front of him.

He laughed a bit and his eyes met hers. "Hey."

There was a pause before he asked, "Do you want to get lunch with me? Pretty much everyone is gone and I don't want to eat alone."

Her lips pulled into a downward smile, "Nice to know I'm your first choice."

Kaká ignored her teasing sarcasm and responded genuinely. "Don't be like that, I really do like spending time with you."

"Did I hear about lunch? I'll come too!"

"Me as well."

Suddenly Raúl and Marcelo were trailing behind the pair as they walked down the hallways, Cat not noticing as a few more people joined in as well. Kaká slipped his way behind Catalina at some point, her serving as the head of this randomly formed human snake of people behind her.

She pushed the heavy cafeteria door open and the moment she did multiple loud pops went off, bright rainbow colors flying so much it almost blurred her vision.

"Feliz cumpleaños!"

There awaited Karim, Cristiano, Casillas, Xabi, Pepe, and the other members of the team along with a few of the coaches and staff holding balloons, confetti poppers, and wearing cheesy multi-colored birthday party hats, a big streamer hung above their heads.

They looked happy as can be, screaming her name and using the last of the confetti. It was like they won their first game all over again, pure electricity and good energy filling up the room so much it might explode.

Tucked in the corner was Sergio with a used confetti cannon in hand, grinning proudly as Catalina yelped in shock before screeching with pure joy, throwing her arms around the first person she saw who just happened to be Kaká.

He laughed hardily and wrapped his arms around her, patting the top of her head. "I needed an excuse just to get you in here. Poor Marcelo had to rough you up just to distract you while I was bringing in the cake" He explained into her ear.

It all made sense now.

All the weird whispers, disappearing teammates, loud silences. It wasn't all for nothing. They took the time to do everything for her.

It makes her eyes prickle with tears. This was the sense of community she was searching for her whole life, and it felt like it was finally in her hands.

"Thank you so much for everything, I don't even know how to thank you." Catalina grinned brightly.

Kaká shook his head, his famous caring smile still pulling at his cheeks. "No, don't thank me. It was our fault for not knowing in the first place. I promised I wouldn't tell whose idea it was to have this party, and I am a man of my word."

In the corner of her vision, she could see Sergio watching her with a glint on his eye.

[liviavanrouge]

Fixing Mistakes

"Now hush little baby don't you cry"

Lilia: *Stares down at the gravestone in a patch of flowers the rest of the area burned*

James(6): *Stares coldly at Lilia*

Edric: It's your fault...

Lilia: I didn't-

Edric: -think? Yeah, i bet you didn't...

James: *Grips Edric's hand, looking away*

"Everything's gonna be alright"

Lilia: *Bows his head*

Edric: Hah...wife dead, all of your kids except Silver either dead or sent away..you're a shitty parent

Lilia: *Looks at him, his eyes dull*

Eric: *Smiles* Ah...the same expression Livia made, you're truly father and daughter..

Lilia: What happened to Silver..and Sebek...

Edric: They left...

Lilia: *Looks down trembling*

"Stiffen that upper lip up little lady"

Edric: I know damn well you're not about to cry right now

Lilia: *Looks away silently*

Edric: The sheer AUDACITY you have right now!!!

Edric: You have no right to cry!! You were the main cause of her suffering and pain yet Livia never cried! You have no right to shed any tears when she never got to!!

Lilia: I'm sorry

Edric: You're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY!!!?

Edric: *Grabs Lilia* YOU'RE ONLY SORRY NOW THAT SHE'S NOT HERE FOR YOU TO HURT!!

Edric: WERE SHE STILL ALIVE YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE APOLOGIZED TO HER!!!!

"I told ya daddy's here to hold ya through the night"

James: *Grabs Edric's pants leg* Daddy...

Edric: *Looks down at James and drops Lilia* Be lucky he's right here, otherwise you'd be dead

Edric: Go ahead, James

James: *Walks to the gravestone and holds his hands out, growing purple and green roses around it* Like that?

Edric: *Smiles and flicks his finger turning a few of the roses white* There...

Lilia: *Stares at the two, his eyes wide*

"I know mommy's not here right now and we both know why"

Edric: *Looks at Lilia* I wanted to kill you but Livia asked me not too

Lilia: She-

Edric: Hah...ask is too tame..she begged me not to wring your neck

LIlia: *Stares at him stunned*

Edric: HAHAHAA! Even after EVERYTHING you did, she still called you father and didn't want harm befalling you!

James: *Looks up* Hm..?

Edric: Come on Jaja..let's leave him here

James: Okay!

"We fear how we feel inside"

Edric: *Stands up, dusting his knees off*

James: *Hops up*

Edric: *Holds his hand out* Let's go...

James: *Grabs his hand, walking past Lilia*

Edric: Don't come near us...

James: *Looks back at Lilia, narrowing his eyes then looks away* Grandpa's mean...

Edric: He is...

"It may seem a little crazy pretty baby"

Lilia: *Stares at the grave then drops to his knees silently*

???: *Walks over to Lilia standing behind the gravestone, wearing a cloak the hood covering their face*

Lilia: *Stares at the cloaked figure then looks down*

???: *Stares at Lilia then tilts their head to the side*

Lilia: Give me another chance to make things right...

???: *Perks up then reaches over the gravestone, pressing the pad of their thumb to Lilia's head* ......wish granted

"But I promise you're gonna be alright"

Lilia: *Stares, then looks around*

???: *coos getting his attention*

Lilia: *Looks down startled*

Livia(4 weeks): *Stares up at him then yawns*

Lilia: *Stares then smiles, holding her close*

Livia: *Falls asleep, her ears drooping*

"And if you ask me to Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird"

Livia(1): *Smiles, Lilia holding her hands as she walked*

Lilia: *Let's go of her hands and steps away* Okay, come here!

Livia: *Giggles, walking around him her hands out*

Lilia: YOU GOT IT!!

Silver(2): *Holds his hands out behind Livia*

Livia: *Turns and walks over to Silver*

Silver: *Flinches then quickly catches her when she fell*

Lilia: *Chuckles, smiling at the two*

"I'ma give you the world"

Livia(3): Baba!

Lilia: *Smiles down at her* Hey baby girl!

Livia: Book!! Book!

Lilia: *Chuckles and floats her up* Choose one!

Livia: *Grabs one of the books*

Lilia: Ah, the dragon and the princess again?

Livia: Yesh!

Lilia: *Chuckles floating her after him* Alright then!

"I'ma buy a diamond ring for you"

Livia(6): *Watches her brothers practice*

Golden(8): *Grins, blocking Ralph and Shadow's attacks*

Silver(7): *Rushes Golden from behind*

Lilia: Livy! You forgot this part of your outfit!

Livia: *Looks up, Lilia placing a rose hair clip in her hair* Thanks Papa!

Lilia: *Smiles and nods then looks at the others* Hey! careful kiddos!

"I'ma sing for you, I'll do anything for you to see you smile"

Livia(7): *Yawns tucked into bed*

Lilia: The monsters gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here

Livia: *Smiles, falling asleep, her ears drooping*

Lilia: Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...beautiful girl~

Lilia: *Turns out the light and leaves the room*

Thea: Hon?

Lilia: *Smiles* I'll be there soon!

Lilia: *Grabs fabric and other items, working on a new dress for Livia*

"And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine"

Livia(10): *Lays unconscious in bed, bandages wrapped around her arms, legs and neck dried blood staining the corner of her mouth*

Lilia: What-

Kai: *Chitters lumbering over*

Malleus: *Hurries in* Come back-!

Lilia: *Scowls, grabbing and strangling Kai with his bare hand* WHAT IS THIS THING!

Malleus: Lilia! He has Livia's haywire magic inside her!

Lilia: *Glares at Kai and drops the purple and black red panda* Keep it away from her..

Malleus: *Picks up Kai*

"I'ma break that birdy's neck"

Lilia: *Stands up and covers Livia's eyes, kicking the fae down*

Livia(12): *Shrieks in surprise when he removed his hand* PAPA!!

Lilia: *Kicks the fae right in the jaw then stomps his hand, crushing it*

Golden(14): Damn

Lilia: *Kicks the fae over, staring them down* What were you doing following her...

Livia: *Throws her arms around his shoulders* PAPA!!

Lilia: *Looks at her calming down* Sorry...

Livia: *Sighs in relief*

Lilia: *Turns and kicks the fae right in the chest* Who said you could move?

Livia: PAPAAAA!!

"I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya"

Livia(14): *Smiles, walking through her debut*

Lilia: Looks like you had fun, I was so jealous!

Livia: *Looks at him and beams* Papa!!

Lilia: Congrats on your debut as a lady

Livia: *Smiles* Thanks Papa!

Lilia: Would you be embarrassed to have the next turn with your old man?

Livia: *Grabs his hand, pulling him after her beaming* Not at all, Papa!

"And make him eat every carat"

Livia(16): *Wearing a new dress, staring into the mirror* Wowie!!

Lilia: You like?

Livia: *Beams at him and twirls around, giggling* Yes!

Epel: It looks really great on you, Liv...

Sebek: Yes, Lady Livia! It's beautiful on you!!

Livia: *Smiling wide laughing as she spun again*

Lilia: *Smiles, and sighs* She still alive...I'm glad...

"Don't fuck with dad"

Lilia: Livy, what's the matter?

Livia: Arib took my diary and now I can't locate it even with magic!

Lilia: *Stares at her then smiles* I see...

Livia: I'm tired from searching...so sleepy

Lilia: *Pats her head* Go ahead and nap...

Livia: *Drifta off, her body relaxing*

Lilia: Boys...drag Arib to me

Silver, Sebek and Kuro: *Runs off* YES!!

[thisismeracing]

ok so i was thinking about bonnington!reader's origins today

and with bono's jobs in f1 over the years:

2004-01-01 — 2006-01-01 Jordan Grand Prix (Data Engineer) 2006-01-01 — 2009-05-06 Honda (Performance Engineer) 2009-05-06 — 2009-11-16 Brawn GP (Race Engineer) 2009-11-16 — 2011-08-26 Mercedes (Assistant Race Engineer) 2011-08-26 — Present Mercedes (Race Engineer)

if we make little miss bonnington the same age as mick (born 1999)

she wouldve been around 10 when bono was at brawn before they turned into mrecedes

and at the same time she wouldve overlapped when jenson was at brawn

what im getting at is that her and jenson could have formed a familial connection to each other because of the two of them being in the same garage/hospitality/factory basically all the time

imagine she has a few trophies dedicated to her as well as a few of jensons helmets that he has signed

[side note: this girls helmet collection is STACKED, her collection is #1 on a lot of f1 fans rob list]

imagine she still has an old brawn gp hoodie that was way oversized on her as because she stole it from her dad and refused to wear the child sized one that was specially made for her by the clothing department

and any time she wears it around the paddock the adult who watched her grow up are reminded of how small she was and now she's a grown adult who is living her childhood dream

she's no longer the kid that would hide behind your legs waiting for you to be done with an interview (another side note: i think she's a tall girl 6' - 6'4" range)

or the kid that would sit on your lap and accidentally fall asleep with a pair of (oversized on her) headphones on her head while you were analyzing data

she's an aerodynamicist (im gonna get really good at spelling that word with the amount of thots i have about this girl) who takes her job seriously because she loves the people she works with so much and want them to be happy with their work performing well out on the track

she's mick schumacher's girl friend and if that boy ever hurts her she has an army of engineers (unbeknownst to her) at her side ready to fight for the girl they love

ready to fight for the little kid they watched grow up into the amazing person they see before them today

☕

omg yes! bono baby is def loved by everyone, and would totally have dedicated helmets and trophies for her

I feel like everyone who watched her grow up on the paddock would see her nowadays and suddenly get that flash of her walking around as a little girl with oversized clothes, always asking questions when she was comfortable with the group, watching everything attentively, and so on.

adding the angsty side (hehe): maybe she got her height from her mother's side of the family (bc bono is not that tall) and she got a lot of other stuff from her so sometimes bono will get that tight feeling on his heart because she reminds him of so much, so many possibilities, so many plans. she's the best thing that happened to him, but there were days when he would get overwhelmed with how similar they could be. this contributes to the narrative that he's not very keen on her and mick's relationship because secretly he fears that she'll leave him for either a lover, or anything honestly.

yup to the sleeping on your lap while you analyze data (but only after she watched everything attentively and got tired). bono reader is curious, but she's also shy so when she was a kid she wouldn't pass the opportunity to crawl into someone's lap and hide there.

her mom isn't in the picture, but mick can bet that there are at least fifty people that are and would get his head if he ever hurts her

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

Answer the Questions and Tag 5 Fanfic Authors

thanks for the tag @andorerso and @quarantineddreamer

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

weirdly enough.... exactly like B-- i was a young, weird little girl who wanted to live in Brian Jaques' world of Redwall so i wrote little stories of my own in that universe. shit, i could not have been older than 9 or 10. it just kind of sprouted from there.

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

published fics? six. (x files, game of thrones, mad max: fury road, star wars/rogue one/andor, avatar the last airbender, harry potter) unpublished? maybe three or four more than that.

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

when i started publishing fanfic... oh my god it's been like 19/20 years now.

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

write. i go through phases, of course, but i am such a picky bitch. my phases usually end up like this:

step one) i read everything there is to read based on a certain niche trope that i am in the mood for at the time.

step two) wow! that was great. what a feast!

step three) ...okay i'm still hungry and these fics didn't quite scratch this very, very niche itch i have so--

step four) *chuckles* i'm in danger.

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

i feel like i've gotten a lot better at plotting and pacing. it's weird, because i never felt like that was really an issue for me before, but i've realized that until i started writing for rebelcaptain, i was heavily a 'vibes-based' writer. which i feel that i still am in many ways, but with rebelcaptain i am going back and resequencing, cutting/adding/shortening and deleting way more than i have in the past in order to maintain tension and pacing better. wether or not these things are actually improved is another matter altogether, but i feel like they are. (and is a big reason why all of my multi-chapters take forever........ sorry about that. it's me slicing and dicing my drafts). the world building aspect of Star Wars is also really cool-- wanna a certain setting? just fucking make it up! no one cares. and as a setting slut, i love this for me. <3

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

australian cattle stations.

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

i don't discriminate, but the comments that compare me to other works/creators (i've gotten Bronte, Justified, the Coen Brothers and others). those both make me so happy and so mad because how???? no way. not me. @justwandering-neverlost also left my favorite comment ever, before we were friends-- that i inspired her to be a better writer. and now look at us! she can't get rid of me! bet she regrets that. <3

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

me and my western/small/rundown town settings. you can pry that shit from my cold, dead hands. also... storms.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

modern aus honestly. i start one in order to give myself reprieve from angst and plot and shit and all of a sudden i am having hours-long breakdowns about how this character would fit into this setting and how this character would react to this this thing in this time and all of a sudden the fluffy little modern au has grown 5000 legs and now is a hydratic millipede of hellish proportions that i have to methodically find a way to domesticate without cutting off more legs because two more grow in its place and--

10. What is the easiest type?

you want angst? pining? idiots in love? i got you.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

i write anywhere-- on my phone in my car in between appointments at work. at my desk at home. on my couch. in the bar. in my bed. on the patio. i use ulysses. i love the formatting options and just the simple UI in general. it allows you to be as organized or unorganized as you want (very unorganized in my case). as to what time... i'm trying to get better about only finding writing strides at like... 11PM on Tuesdays but alas.

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

any historical au. i would love to do one cause i love research and world building and all that but... uh... see my complaints about modern aus above and you can see why i have avoided those. it's one of those 'i've never tried [insert addictive drug here] because i know that i would like it too much and it would ruin my life' sort of situations

13. What made you choose your username?

i was like 8 or 9 years old and wanted to get into a Harry Potter chatroom and everything i picked was 'already taken'. cue me just smashing two words together and never really looking back.

no pressure tags: @justwandering-neverlost @chipthekeeper @luciechat @fulcrumstardust @incognitajones

[starbuck09256]

Popcorn and horror

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Season 2 Mulder has missed Scully.

Mulder POV

I knocked on her door, bouncing slightly on my heels. I have popcorn and one of those horror films she loves. She’s here, back from a place she still has no memory of. While I beg in my mind to find out more about what happened to her, her distant looks and the way she touches her much longer hair have caused me to take a step back from my normal interrogation style of curiosity. In truth, while I am desperate to know where she has been, I have missed her immensely in these last few months. I still wake to her voice on my voicemail, screaming for my help while I imagine the horrific truths of abduction stories I have heard. Even though it is Saturday night and she could of course be out, living the life that was taken from her for days on end, I’m hoping almost praying that she is home. That she is wrapped in those big fluffy robes she likes. I wait with my next breath stuck in my throat in anticipation. 

Her soft footfalls are barely discernable from the TV in the background. She opens the door and I am greeted by my brilliant partner, shorter than normal without her heels, in the big fluffy robe just like I imagined. I can’t help the large grin as it spreads across my face in sheer delight. I peek through her door, and she gives me a warm smile and a soft “hi”. “I didn’t know you were coming by? Is there a case?” her voice is curious. I don’t usually just show up at her door. No, I've been romancing her mind for over a year because nothing gets Dana Scully more interested than clues, muddled with theories and the small sliver of details I always withhold from her. She thinks I do it because then she could easily dismiss me at the beginning, but it’s not why I leave out certain things. I know she, like me, loves the challenge, she loves the mystery, and that is why I’m here on a Saturday night with a microwaveable bag of popcorn and a horror movie. I want to know more about the mystery that is Dana Scully. In fact, I want to know everything about her now that she is here to stay. 

She welcomes me into the apartment, its always tidy and smells of lemon pine sol. I look over to the TV and sure enough my lovely companion this evening is watching “Superstars of the Superbowl.” I can’t help my wicked grin. “I knew you would like it.” Even my voice is smug. She turns and clicks off the tv with the remote. “You know I’m only watching because of the defensive pick 6 with the 96 yard return.” I grin. Scully loves football. When we have a stakeout on Thursdays or Mondays sports radio is on, and to see her animated while the plays are read in the seat next to me is more than a turn on than I’m willing to admit. Scully even bets on the games. Several of the other agents in the bureau have learned of her prediction skills and are somewhat fearful of her growing accuracy. 

I hold up the horror movie, I know she had mentioned wanting to see it before she was taken. She gives me a smile that I’m somewhat convinced could light up all of space as she takes the case in her hand. “Put the popcorn in and grab the 2 beers out of the fridge,” she says already popping out the Superbowl highlights and sliding in our horror movie night. I dutifully pop the popcorn putting it in a large bowl for us to share and grabbing the beers. I kill the lights and sit next to her. She clinks my beer bottle with hers and settles in a little closer to me. My arm stretches out around her shoulders as I snuggle in for the night of terror. 

In the morning, when my eyes barely register the light shining through her sheer curtains, I feel her breath against my neck, her leg tucked in between mine as he body covers most of me. My hands have slipped under her shirt as I hug her slightly closer than I would have dared before. I’ll have nightmares for the next week from the film. But at least last night the women of my dreams kept the distant forces at bay. 

[enchantedalexia]

every surprise song for the us leg of The Eras Tour

3/17 mirrorball & tim mcgraw

3/18 this is me trying & state of grace

3/24 our song & snow on the beach

3/25 cowboy like me feat. marcus mumford & white horse

3/31 sad beautiful tragic & ours

4/1 death by a thousand cuts & clean

4/2 jump then fall & the lucky one

4/13 speak now & treacherous

4/14 the great war feat. aaron dessner & you’re on your own, kid

4/15 mad woman feat. aaron dessner & mean

4/21 wonderland & you’re not sorry

4/22 a place in this world & today was a fairytale

4/23 begin again & cold as you

4/28 the other side of the door & coney island

4/29 high infidelity & gorgeous

4/30 i bet you think about me & how you get the girl

5/5 sparks fly & teardrops on my guitar

5/6 out of the woods & fifteen !!!

5/7 would’ve could’ve should’ve feat. aaron dessner & mine

5/12 gold rush & come back … be here

5/13 forever and always & this love

5/14 hey stephen & the best day

5/19 should’ve said no & better man

5/20 question…? & invisible

5/21 i think he knows & red (her piano broke during the last rain show)

5/26 getaway car feat. jack antonoff & maroon

5/27 holy ground & false god

5/28 welcome to new york & clean (again)

6/2 i wish you would & the lakes

6/3 you all over me feat marren morris & i don’t wanna live forever

6/4 hits different & the moment i knew

6/9 haunted & i almost do

6/10 all you had to do was stay & breathe

6/16 mr. perfectly fine & the last time

6/17 seven feat. aaron dessner & the story of us

6/23 paper rings & if this was a movie

6/24 dear john & daylight

6/30 i’m only me when i’m with you & evermore

7/1 ivy feat. aaron dessner & i miss you i’m sorry by gracie feat. gracie abrams & call it what you want to

7/7 never grow up & when emma falls in love

7/8 last kiss (on the koi fish guitar) & dorothea

7/14 picture to burn & timeless

7/15 starlight & back to december

7/22 this is why we can’t have nice things & everything has changed

7/23 message in a bottle & tied together with a smile

7/29 right where you left me feat. aaron dessner & castles crumbling

7/30 stay stay stay & all of the girls you loved before

8/3 i can see you & maroon (again)

8/4 our song (again) & you are in love

8/5 death by a thousand cuts (again) & you’re on your own, kid (again)

8/7 dress & exile

8/8 i know places & king of my heart

8/9 new romantics & new year’s day

—end of first leg—

10/18- tim mcgraw, timeless & this is me trying, daylight

10/19- should’ve said no, i did something bad & loml, white horse

10/20- out of the woods, all you had to do was stay & mirrorball, guilty as sin?

10/25- our song, call it what you want & the black dog, haunted

10/26- espresso, is it over now?, please please please with sabrina carpenter & hits different, welcome to new york

10/27- afterglow, dress & how you get the girl, clean

11/1- the albatross, holy ground & cold as you, exile

11/2- the prophecy, this love & maroon, cowboy like me

11/3- cornelia street, the bolter & death by a thousand cuts, the great war

purple- guitar songs pink-piano songs blue- both

[swiftontumblin310]

Taylor Swift US leg of the Eras Tour Surprise Songs (March 17-August 9, 2023)

Night 1: mirrorball & Tim McGraw (Glendale, AZ; N1)

Night 2: this is me trying & State of Grace (Glendale, AZ; N2)

Night 3: Snow on the Beach & Our Song (Las Vegas, NV; N1)

Night 4: cowboy like me & White Horse (Las Vegas, NV; N2)

Night 5: Sad, Beautiful, Tragic & Ours (Arlington, TX; N1)

Night 6: Death by a Thousand Cuts & Clean (Arlington, TX, N2)

Night 7: Jump Then Fall & The Lucky One (Arlington, TX; N3)

Night 8: Speak Now & Treacherous (Tampa, FL; N1)

Night 9: The Great War & You’re On Your Own, Kid (Tampa, FL; N2)

Night 10: mad woman & Mean (Tampa, FL; N3)

Night 11: Wonderland & You’re Not Sorry (Houston, TX; N1)

Night 12: A Place In This World & Today Was A Fairytale (Houston, TX; N2)

Night 13: Cold As You & Begin Again (Houston, TX; N3)

Night 14: The Other Side of the Door & coney island (Atlanta, GA; N1)

Night 15: High Infidelity & Gorgeous (Atlanta, GA; N2)

Night 16: I Bet You Think About Me & How You Get The Girl (Atlanta, GA; N3)

Night 17: Sparks Fly & Teardrops on my Guitar (Nashville, TN; N1)

Night 18: Out of the Woods & Fifteen (Nashville, TN; N2)

Night 19: Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve & Mine (Nashville, TN; N3)

Night 20: Come Back…Be Here & gold rush (Philly, PA; N1)

Night 21: Forever & Always & This Love (Philly, PA; N2)

Night 22: Hey Stephen & The Best Day (Philly, PA; N3)

Night 23: Should’ve Said No & Better Man (Gillette Stadium, MA; N1)

Night 24: Question…? & Invisible (Gillette Stadium, MA; N2)

Night 25: I Think He Knows & Red (Gillette Stadium, MA; N3)

Night 26: Getaway Car & Maroon (MetLife-East Rutherford, NJ; N1)✨

Night 27: Holy Ground & False God (MetLife-East Rutherford, NJ; N2)

Night 28: Welcome to New York & Clean (MetLife-East Rutherford, NJ; N3)

Night 29: I Wish You Would & the lakes (Chicago, IL; N1)

Night 30: You All Over Me & I Don’t Want to Live Forever (Chicago, IL; N2)

Night 31: Hits Different & The Moment I Knew (Chicago, IL; N3)

Night 32: I Almost Do & Haunted (Detroit, MI; N1)

Night 33: All You Had To Do Was Stay & Breathe (Detroit, MI; N2)

Night 34: Mr Perfectly Fine & The Last Time (Pittsburgh, PA; N1)

Night 35: seven & The Story of Us (Pittsburgh, PA; N2)

Night 36: Paper Rings & If This Was A Movie (Minneapolis, MN; N1)

Night 37: Dear John & Daylight (Minneapolis, MN; N2)

Night 38: I’m Only Me When I’m With You & evermore (Cincinnati, OH; N1)

Night 39: ivy & Call It What You Want (Cincinnati, OH; N2)

Night 40: Never Grow Up & When Emma Falls In Love (Kansas City, MO; N1)

Night 41: Last Kiss & dorothea (Kansas City, MO; N2)

Night 42: Picture to Burn & Timeless (Denver, CO; N1)

Night 43: Starlight & Back To December (Denver, CO; N2)

Night 44: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things & Everything Has Changed (Seattle, WA; N1)

Night 45: Message in a Bottle & Tied Together With A Smile (Seattle, WA; N2)

Night 46: right where you left me & Castles Crumbling (Santa Clara, CA; N1)

Night 47: Stay Stay Stay & All The Girls You Loved Before (Santa Clara, CA; N2)

Night 48: I Can See You & Maroon (Los Angeles, CA; N1)

Night 49: Our Song & You Are In Love (Los Angeles, CA; N2)

Night 50: Death By A Thousand Cuts & You’re On Your Own, Kid (Los Angeles, CA; N3)

Night 51: Dress & exile (Los Angeles, CA; N4)

Night 52: I Know Places & King Of My Heart (Los Angeles, CA; N5)

Night 53: New Romantics & New Years Day (Los Angeles, CA; N6)

@taylorswift @taylornation

[sometimesiwritethingsilike]

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Sleeping bags in hand, Joel and Ellie walk through the hospital until they find the stairs that lead up to the building’s roof. 

They get a few weird looks from the Fireflies patrolling the hallways but no one attempts to stop them. Joel’s fierce glare certainly has nothing to do with them keeping their distance. 

Once they climb four floors, they reach the rooftop access door. Ellie tests the handle. 

“Locked.”

“Gimme some room.”

Ellie takes a few steps back and watches as Joel rams his shoulder against the door, snapping the lock and sending the heavy metal door crashing open. 

Ellie tries to whistle in appreciation but it comes out strangled. He has the grace not to tell her that if she hasn’t been able to figure out how to whistle by now, it’s probably a lost cause.

The rooftop is barren. Weeds grow out of the cracks in the concrete. 

Joel closes the door behind them. 

“You just wanted to show off.” 

“You got me. I live to impress fourteen year olds.” 

Ellie throws her sleeping bag down, “Fifteen actually.” 

Joel whirls around. His heart squeezes painfully.

“Since when?”

Ellie plops down on her bag, crossing her legs. She flicks loose gravel across the concrete. 

“A few days ago.”

Joel places his sleeping bag next to hers and sits down. 

“Why didn’t you say anythin’?” 

Ellie shrugs, “It’s not that big of a deal. The only one that celebrated it with me was Riley and she’s— it really doesn’t matter.”   

Joel chooses his words carefully, “You’ve mentioned her before.”

Ellie looks up at the night sky. 

“I bet I can find more constellations than you.” 

It’s obvious that Ellie isn’t ready to talk about whoever Riley was. Joel wants to push, but—

“That’s like me sayin’ I bet I’m taller.” 

“Well sorry I’m not a fucking giant like you. Besides, I still have time to grow.” 

“That’s why I keep insistin’ you eat more. And you know, it works better if you chew with your mouth closed.”

“Shut up, that’s a fucking lie.”

“Take your chances if you want. I’m not the one that’s gonna need a step stool to reach cabinets.”

Ellie shoves him. And then fails to stifle a yawn. 

“Seems like we’ll be able to sleep better out here.”

“‘M not even tired.”

“Yeah okay. Get in your bag. It’s still chilly out.” 

Joel turns to unzip his own sleeping bag when Ellie’s arms wrap around him, hugging him from behind. 

Warmth wells in Joel’s core. He tries to move to pull Ellie closer but she’s already drawing back. Embarrassment dusts her cheeks in red. 

She quickly slides into her sleeping bag and very consciously keeps her eyes trained on the stars above.

“Thanks. You know, for not leaving.”

Ellie has somehow mastered the art of punching him in the gut without lifting a finger. 

Joel swallows down everything but the promise he’ll keep repeating to her until she believes it. 

“Like I said, I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

[zingaplanet]

What are your thoughts on Rafole? I fell down a rabbit hole on everything regarding them and their relationship and it’s very interesting how they went from being quite close to not…

My darling I love u but I'm trying to stay djoko-free and drama-free so I'm rlly not the best person to ask this hahahaha. Either way I don't think I'm qualified to speak about their relationship simply because I don't know much about it? I'll give my best perception but honestly take it with a kilo of salt lol. I seem to remember there was a falling out over Djokovic's father at some point (or was that with Federer?)

All I know is Novak's relationship with Rafa wasn't the only one that kinda suffered this fate. I don't think Novak was ever close with Roger to begin with, but pretty sure him and Murray used to be quite good mates (they were kinda childhood friends on the tour and played doubles) but that kinda fizzled out in the end. Nadal, Djokovic, Murray were kind of a strange teenager friend group at some point, simply I assume cause they're basically just from the same generation on the tour (they played together since juniors as well) and used to play video games n football together i think.

A bit strange cause I don't think Rafa and Andy's friendship ever really got strained. But then again it's completely understandable within an environment as competitive as them (considering the Nadal-Djokovic rivalry is much more competitive and tbf to Andy maybe, I too would find it difficult to be besties with somebody who beat me 6 times in an AO final 😭).

Don't think there's any point in guessing round the dynamics of the men's tour's locker room throughout the years. It definitely is fascinating, tennis is prob the only sport where you have to share locker rooms with your rivals every day of the year, something here and there are bound to happen, I guess. I bet you there are a shiton of gossips more scandalous than the royal family there throughout the 2000s but I also guess that there's a kind of unspoken code of conduct that you shouldn't ever talk about it? Which is why even the retired players never really did (look at A-Rod he's the biggest gossiper there is even he never said anyth about shits going down in the locker room lol).

Whether it was simply them growing up, having families, becoming more serious in their careers and hence more competitive with each other then grew apart or was there an actual internal friction/conflict I don't really know. Not that we'd ever know for sure I think, they'll prob never ever disclose it for PR reasons (maybe when they're retired). For me, Djokovic seems like quite a lone wolf on tour (?) which is quite sad, but maybe that's the way he prefers to stay competitive. He generally seems to have a kind of joker persona that's either well-liked or a bit divisive n he seems close with his Serbian countrymen although never really to the level of friendship with any specific one of them like Nadal did with Marc Lopez or Federer did with Wawrinka. This is all just my perception of course n could be 1000% wrong.

Anyhow, as the two remaining of the big 3 and looking at the way they interact (in laver cup and in charity matches in the AO for instance) i think it's obv that their relationship has grown into one of massive respect for one another, there's still a hint of kind of an old banter there sometimes (look at when they partnered up for the AO relief last year), but it doesn't seem like they have much of a personal relationship nowadays beyond that of respectful, competitive rivals who drove each other at the last leg of their careers.

Rafa and Andy are different tho, quite evident in the way Rafa invited him to his insta live and them interacting by challenging each other to play playstation afterwards. Even in Novak and Andy's insta live, I seem to remember there was a section where Novak said he was actually really glad to be able to do this instalive with him cause they "never had the chance to talk about this kind of things (personal stuffs) before" seemingly kinda hinting that they've been cordial and friendly these days but they never really ✨️ held each other's hands✨️ if u know what i mean lol.

Ok i could do a full on analysis of their interactions or instalives but this will take me 5 lifetimes lol. All in all, I just wanna be honest that I don't, emm how do i put this, really get Djokovic? I can't seem to get a read on him as a person, which is quite strange. I read politicians' faces for a living and I feel like you can always tell what someone is like based on their public persona a little bit cause nobody can hide that well without injecting a bit of themselves into their PR front (Federer is like the most PR perfect guy ever but even sometimes he slips up). Djokovic is just... really hard to read? Although ppl see him as the joker etc I always kinda feel that he's a very closed off person, at least with his personal thoughts. I don't really know what's going through his mind when he does certain things sometimes. But hey, each to their own right?

Again anon, you have alas triggered again this aimless rambling of mine, but there you go, one must eat the fruit that they've picked, (What even is this saying lol, sorry!)

[charmsandtealeaves]

15 Normal questions

Tagged by @velvethopewrites thanks for the tag! I was totally prepared to comment I’d already done 15 questions but I hadn’t done these! You have no idea how happy I was made by these.

1. Do you prefer owls, capybaras, or flamingos?

Owl. Hands down. I have 250 different species to choose from and they’re all fabulous.

2. What is your favorite soup?

This question right here: the best. I have recently been in some soup discourse so am happy to be able to share my soup preferences because soup is good all the time! When I’m sick I like to go traditional with a simple tomato soup 🥫 but my partner also makes this like amazing spiced pumpkin soup that is just *chefs kiss*

3. What is your favorite…rock (idfk)?

Okay so I’m engaged to a Earth scientist so rocks and dirt are his thing. Specifically he has a rock collection. He’s that kind of nerd and I love him for it. So I think my favourite rocks is one he picked up on a beach date with me and added to his collection, it’s the stripey one pride of place in his office.

4. Choose a familiar:

very dumb, very loving disobedient dog. He loves you but will never listen to you ever

a raven that speaks but it only ever shrieks the name of various fast food restaurant

a toad that screams like a teenage boy instead of croaks

Dogs are kinda my jam. I prefer dogs to most people.

5. Which planet do you feel like would be kind of an asshole if you met them?

Uranus… I mean it’s in the name isn’t it?

6. if you were a worm would you love me?

If I was a worm? I dunno. I’d probably be too invested in finding all the good food.

7. Least favorite type of clothing?

I too am not a fan of the bra. I am unfortunately part of the big titty committee. That means I get very limited options in terms of colour and sexiness… unless I wanna pay an arm and a leg and I am broke as it is. I just want justice for ALL TITS. Let me get the cute Valentine’s Day lingerie sets in my size dammit it (and not have it break the bank).

8. You are now in a horror movie-so sorry. Chance of survival?

Eh 3-5? I have a lot of anxiety and over think everything, but I also would find myself incapable of leaving my friends behind so I guess we did together.

9. Would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache, or ability to talk to vegetables?

Grow a perfect mustache. I could be the envy of men everywhere. Plus I don’t need my food talking to me begging for mercy before I devour it.

10. What do you think of whales?

I think my house decor speaks for itself

But can you tell me what irritates me about the orcha in that picture? Because I bet it would drive you nuts too if you noticed.

This one ☝🏻 was painted for my birthday several years ago by a uni friend and it hangs in my bedroom.

Tagging: @abihastastybeans , @practicecourts , @annasghosts , @annabtg , @uncertainwallflower , @petalstofish and open tag

[rreskk]

Before the storm

Chapter 6: Sleeping in your bed 

Summary: After taking Trevor home, you faced many mental obstacles.

TW: Drug taking

Chapter 5 --> HERE ‘Hate to love, love to hate’ --> HERE

Since when did you grow enough balls to make the first move? Apparently Trevor resorted to timidness and opposing the direction to you, and your imbalance of mental strength. The night was young! Being cradled in his arms suddenly loosened the worlds horrid humanity. Everything felt perfect and comforting. Any normal person would gag at the scent and touch of his roughness but it was home to you. Home is where the heart is.

“You wanna go back to the guys?”

“No,” Trevor says, “No, I don’t think I want to.”

He was self-explanatory and simple. You couldn’t argue against it.

“What do you wanna do then?”

Trevor took a few minutes to decide.

“Not be with them. They are my guys and all… But I need a break from their bullshit.”

You nodded, “You’re leaving the night without telling them?”

“Do they need to know?”

“I suppose not.”

“Exactly.” He gleamed.

The lightness of this conversation was refreshing compared to the tensity in the bar. You sighed in relief after he chose not to return back.

“It’s getting chilly.” You pointed out.

“You’re warm.”

“I’m getting cold, though.”

“I’ll warm you up.”

You smiled uncontrollably, “I want to go home.”

“With me?” He gave you puppy-dog eyes, “I’ll go home with you.”

“Spend the night?”

“If you want me to… I’ll sleep on the couch.”

A chuckle left your lips.

“Why are you so soft now?”

“I’m comfortable.” Trevor said.

“Clearly.”

His body was dangling over yours. It felt like a heavy-weighted blanket foiling up from your waist to your neck.

“Fine, I’ll take you home.” You objected.

He sent you a grin, “Finally.”

Smiling at his change of heart, Trevor was back being Trevor again. You’d roll your eyes to the sky, though this time, you were pleased to hear him.

“The rest won’t care anyway,” He’d project, “I leave all the time for whatever reason. Most reasons are late trips to my drug dealer. No biggie.”

Too much information? Definitely.

“I was joking.” Trevor smirked.

He wasn’t, you could tell. Returning his snarky glances, the night was only growing older. The moon was bright and clear, reflecting the shadows to illuminate under it’s glow. You could finally visualise Trevor’s face. He was staring at you contently.

“Can we go home now?” The man whispered desperately, “I’m tired.”

Clicking your tongue, you smiled, “I bet you are. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

“Partially true. I’ve been too busy.”

“With what?”

“Planning a big heist with the gu- Shit, I’m trusting you to keep your mouth shut.” Trevor warned.

Your hands flew from his chest, surrendering, “I cross my heart and hope to die. I won’t tell a soul.”

“Good.”

The conversation came to a full stop. Trevor walked from the wall and down the alleyway. You crossed your eyebrows at the absence of his warmth.

“Where are you going?”

“To the car!” He announced without turning around.

You rushed over, your legs skipping 10x the pace as he’s taller and much more physically active. Trevor guided you to your vehicle and held onto the door handle, ready for you to unlock it. The car journey back home was silent. He had his head to the window, daydreaming and humming melodies loudly and… Trevor like. The tone would increase in pitch, then completely stop until he’d mumble unfamiliar song lyrics.

“What sort of songs do you like?” You inquired.

“Any song with heavy guitar riffs.”

“Ah, you must like black flag, right?”

He gave you a surprised smile, “You know them?”

“Yeah, my dad’s a big fan. He went to their early concerts in the 80s.”

“He’s a fuckin’ cool dad. I remember first hearing them. Life-changing.” Trevor explained.

“I’m more of a suidical tendencies kinda girl.” You said.

“The classics. Can’t beat them.”

“They summed up the 80s for me.”

He nodded exaggeratingly, “Don’t hear much of them anymore. The 2000s have taken over when these… Stupid and weak songs.”

“Hey, they aren’t that bad!” You laughed.

“I think you need your ears checked.” The man teased.

The car came to a stop and you opened up your house to Trevor. Giving him a mini house tour, he claimed the couch by plotting his light body and ruffling up your neat pillows and decorative blankets. Offering some water and snacks if he needed any more fuel for the nightly hours when you’ll be upstairs, presumably asleep… If you can, knowing the guy you have the hots for is downstairs.

“If you need anything, give me a shout.” You smiled.

Trevor gave you an unknowing smirk, making you grow curious.

“What?”

He shrugged, “Nothin’.”

“No, come on, you got something to say.”

It was silent for a couple of minutes.

“I was just thinking about our kiss,” Trevor wondered, “It was very… Special.”

You frowned, “Special?”

“Yeah. It was a great kiss. One of the best I’ve had in years.”

Struggling to react effectively, your voice lowered, “That’s… good.”

You watched his smile fall into a scowl.

“You don’t seem too pleased about it?”

“No, no. I am, I liked it.”

“I don’t care if you liked it,” He raised his voice, “It meant nothing to you, didn’t it? You are shrugging it off. I hate when you do that. It makes me feel worthless.”

Feeling guilty, you shook your head, “It means a lot. I just… Don’t know how to express it.”

“You’re repressed… Also very confusing. You’ve always been hard to read.”

“One of my weaknesses.” You sighed.

“One? Show me the rest.”

“No.”

He smirked, “I guess stubbornness is your second one?”

Having enough of his smartass responses, you glared at him. Trevor snickered to himself before nuzzling his head into the pillows and closed his eyes.

“You can go up now, unless you want to cuddle me?” His tease made your ears burn.

“I’m now going to bed…” You announced in a rush.

Trevor rolled his eyes, “This is what I’m talkin’ about! You are suppressing your emotion-“

“Goodnight Trevor!” You laughed and disrupted his argument. The man huffed with a tainted grin, clearly in defeat, and waved you off.

Sinking into your silky sheets, you faced consequences of your crush on him. It’s been a whole hour since your goodnights and knowing he’s downstairs, spreading his scent on your furniture made you fluster. Maybe you are repressed. You want so much from him, fantasies over fantasies, love over love… Yet, you can’t bring yourself to admit it. A natural reaction of arousal is denying and isolating yourself. Now you were alone in the dark, letting your hands wonder the possibilities of what he could do to you. Circling the warmth between your legs, it was clear that his charming eyes affected you, physically as well as mentally. Your coping mechanism consists of daily routines where you masturbate at the thought of him. Frankly enough, you are ashamed at this. You treat him like a fetish, you perceive him as a joke, and you see him like a stranger.

The thought of this ruined the moment and you pulled your hand from your underwear. Unable to hit it knowing you are the problem, you lay there unsettled and depressed. The courage to apologise is HUGE but by the sounds of it, Trevor has passed out.

Well, you thought.

Suddenly there were creaks upon the stairs. Naturally you sat up alarmed, forgetting Trevor is capable of exploring the house. Relief washed over your anxiety at this reminder. Your bathroom door opened and closed quietly. You sighed and fell back into the pillows when an unusual thump shook the floor. Now you were alarmed.

“Shit.” You heard him wince. Even from the other room.

You crawled out of bed and opened your door slowly.

“Are you okay?” You called out.

The movement in the bathroom came to a stop at your sudden voice. You went to approach the bathroom when Trevor stumbled out, holding something deep in his pocket, his cheap smile drastically wide. You immediately could tell he had done something.

“What’s the matter?” You squinted your eyes.

He idiotically giggled, “Nothin’? Just doing my business.”

“What’s in your hand?”

Trevor presented his empty hand before you gestured to the other one.

“That hand.”

“Nothin’.” He simply said.

“Trevor, what’s in it?”

“I said it’s nothin’!”

Officially becoming frustrated, you leaped forward and fought against his strength. Although you lost the fight, Trevor accidentally pulled out his ‘empty’ hand when pushing you away. A small plastic bag containing white powder fell.

You looked between the bag and Trevor, understanding the content and growing furious. He irresponsibly groaned.

“I just needed a few sniffs, alright? I had a rough week!”

“Oh, really? A rough week? Couldn’t you wait until you got home?” You insisted.

“I couldn’t wait,” He argued, “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just needed it to relax. At least I ain’t doing it in front of you!”

“This is my house!”

“Jesus Christ, I’m sorry! I needed an escape somehow!”

Shaking your head, you just turned your back, “Cope harder.”

Trevor watched you close the bedroom door shut and cursed under his breath. You had your back against the wooden frame of the door and simply began growing tearful. Sniffing away the salty drips from your eyes, there was a knock at the door. You sighed.

“Leave me alone, Trevor.”

His voice was muffled from the barrier between you both, “I am sorry. I shouldn’t of done that.”

It was either you push him away again or follow your hearts wish. Hesitantly holding the handle, you edged the door open and he stood there, guilty and embarrassed. You shook your head disapprovingly.

“I can’t stop you from doing it, but at least… Do it away from my home.” Mumbling through your lips, eye contact became increasingly hard.

Trevor nodded his head and extended a hand, a reflection of the gesture you offered him a few hours before. The dynamic was immeasurable. Slowly intertwining fingers, you both leaned like magnets. As Trevor bows his head, you took it into your own hands and forced him closer, your lips smashing together again. He was as hungry as before, exploring every surface of your mouth, savouring the kiss for his own. His legs wobbled from the effects of cocaine, making him pull out and breath heavily.

“We can’t do this now.”

“Why?”

Trevor’s red nose brightened, “I’m too high for this.”

You craved him but accepted his wishes.

“Okay.” You tiredly smiled.

The man stepped away from your body and tilted his head. Waiting for him to speak, he remained silent. You just sighed again.

“Goodnight Trevor.”

“Could I sleep with you?”

You’d blink at this request. Wondering if this was the substances talking, you stuttered.

“Sleep in my bed?”

He nodded, “I feel lonely downstairs.”

He conveyed a child begging his mother when he has nightmares. The childlike question and desperate gaze held you at gun point. How could you resist?

“Okay, fine…”

Trevor took a while to get comfortable, tossing and turning with his eyes closed. You were stiffly under his arms; oppressing your decisions and falling out of touch with your self-respect. Asking yourself if you deserve this? It’s complex. As he’d softly snore against your hot neck, you stared at the ceiling like every night; dreaming the perfect outcome that’s completely out of your reach, starving your ambitions and sucking in your worth. Watching the stars glow through the curtains, you finally caught onto sleep and drifted into a world of imagination.

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Let's Burn Chapter 6

Master

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So Here’s the thing. You died. Like dead dead. But there’s good news. Turns out the multiverse is real and Suga and Jay are going to make sure it doesn't happen again. If Yoongi and Hobi don’t get in the way. Or Worse yet the troublesome Kim Namjoon. Can they keep you safe when you don’t even know who they are? Or will Namjoon finally get what he wants.

A reader x J-hope x Suga fic

But also reader x yoongi

But also Hobi, and Jay. the multiverse am I right?

Word Count:

Here Now, and awkward:

You're sitting cross legged on the floor. Suga sits on the armchair, knees drawn up to his chest and Hobi sits on the very edge of the couch back curved making him look like a shrimp. You let out a nervous giggle and Hobi gestures to you to sit on the couch with him. You shake your head. This spot is between them.You make a triangle. You bet if you measured it out you would be equal distance. You can feel your face grow hot but you’ve long since averted your eyes. “So, Suga.” Hobi says. He sounds… hopeful?

“Hobi '' Your eyes finally flick up and you scowl at Suga. He’s enjoying this. He meets your eyes and you have to look away. His gums are on full display. There's something a little mean about that smile.

“Do you like… wanna suck me off while I eat her out or like '' You stand up, go over and grab a pillow from the couch and throw it at him. Suga takes the opportunity to grab you and pull you into his lap with a little yelp. “What if all I want is her?” His hand starts to trail up your shirt and Hobi's eyes fix on the motion. Laser focused. “I think I could make that work” Hobi says in a voice that Suga can hear is not entirely his own. Suga likes that combination more than he thought. “You like when I touch her Hobi '' Hobi nods in a way that makes you absolutely sure he’s telling the truth. His hand starts creeping up higher though. Suga hasn't seen your body. And he's not aware of just how long that scar is. You grab his hand in sudden alarm and his hands retract.

Shit. he had been so focused on Hobi. so focused on a fantasy long held being fulfilled in an unexpected way that he hadn't stopped. What if you don't want this. What if you want them both but together was out of the question. Hobi’s seen you. You know he doesn't mind but it's different for him. Most of the time there's no break of kisses from scarred to unscarred flesh. Around Hobi it's easy to feel whole and normal and like everything is exactly where it's meant to be. Suga can’t even avoid your scar for more than a few moments at a time.

Hobi gets to his feet and is over to the other side of the couch one hand on your thigh. A new triangle. “Sorry.” it’s Suga who breaks the silence this time. He searches Yoongi's memories. He searches for other kisses. Shit. shit shit shit. Had that drunken one been the first you had shared? You are blurring with the ghost image of you in another life, the same but different. He can’t tell.

“Can we… go slow?” You sound so unsure. Hobis grip on you tightens just a bit. Suga is sure that Jay is gone. This is different from what Suga assumes Jay is after. He assumes all he wants is something physical at best a means to assuage his guilt. “Of course, I want you to know. Both of you. This isn't… just a fling for me. I like you Suga. I want more than just a fun thing.” “You really mean it don’t you?” Suga says, a tone of amazement just beginning to creep into his voice. Awe. He’s in awe of this man. Maybe this version of him is truly free of all the bad that runs rampant in Jay.

“Mean what” He says in a tone that lets both of you know he knows exactly what he meant.

“That hope thing. You really want to be that for me. For us” Hobi’s smile is so bright you're sure even if the lights were all off the room wouldn't dim a bit.

“Say it for me” he says. It’s the voice he uses when he’s trying very hard to be sexy. Today it was working. You bite your lip wishing desperately you could just let go. Could trust Suga with this part of yourself the way you trust Hobi.

“Is this like a fetish? She just asked us to slow down” there's a chuckle but also a longing. How long until that longing turns to bitterness? The thought makes your heart beat faster and Suga holds you just a little tighter. He can feel the way your tensing up, the fear you are probably trying to hide from Hobi

“Come on. Say it” Hobi insists.

“You’re my Hope'' You say from your spot on Suga's lap. You say it with a slight quaver in your voice. So genuine and honest that both of them feel the desire to go at it like rabbits almost completely die out. Maybe after you fall asleep. Hobi kneels before you. He looks Suga in the eyes. “She was my hope. Did she tell you that? I don't have much of a family. It wasn't just her who was alone” Suga remembers stories that Jay would tell him. He’s suddenly afraid that Hobi has had the same childhood? He’s breathing speeds up and he stands, setting you on the chair and kissing Hobi.

He pulls at Hobis shirt. The worst scar was on his shoulder from the bottle too, just like you. “Its not there. Suga it's not there” Jay whispers to him. The difference in Hobi's in life has been simple. When his father had died, his mother had moved on. She simply didn't blame him. That had been the big change. He wraps his arms around Suga for just a moment. Then he kisses him once more. It's a tender kiss. The kind they should have had. He should have just forgiven him. He should have seen the value in you life over the fucking guns. Then Hobi could have had you here and they could have had you there and all the other yous would have lived. A wave of emotion hits and he retreats. Behind Hobi. Hobi understands how to deal with this. What he can’t. Hobi pulls Suga down into his lap then you down right beside him.

You press your face, a savvy observer would notice you hiding your scar, into Hobi and snake and arm between them. An arm goes behind your back. You don't know whose it is and you're surprised by how nice that uncertainty is. Hobi flips on one of his old movies. Suga doesn't allow himself to be held for long nudging until Hobi scoots while they are still touching but Suga also has enough space to keep him from being cranky. He keeps your hand firmly in his place just over the place their thighs touch. When you fall asleep first your head replaces your hand.

Your head ends up scarred side up and Hobi, or is it Jay still looking at the tv opens his mouth then closes it deciding whether or not to say something. “She thinks you're Yoongi. She doesn't want Yoongi to see what he let happen.” Suga looks at him a bit alarmed that Hobi might know who he is. His alarm slips as his hand goes to your face. Thumb brushing over the thick scar tissue. “I can’t look away,” Suga says. His voice is thick with emotions he’s not been able to deal with. He has Yoongi's memories. Yoongi had known his brother was violent. Had known your mother wouldn’t protect you. “Why didn’t he”

“You have to. This doesn't work if you can’t see her. She's not the broken version. She's not less than what we lost '' Suga looks up at him, watches the traces of Jay fade out of his face and Hobis' hand joins his on your face. “It’s not just her face. Its her chest too” Hobi mimes the cut extending it down to his sternum. “She probably doesn't want you to see. She used to keep her shirt on”“Oh. She doesn't trust me”

“She will. She certainly loves you. You did try and kill your self. Take time to make her believe that's not going to happen again.”“I’m not leaving her again. Even If I know she won't be alone.” “Yeah and you better not leave me either” Hobi presses a kiss to his cheek. “I'm in too deep to recover ok? Your my hope too” Suga makes a non committal noise. He has to turn his head to hide a smile though. By the time Suga wakes up he’s all alone in bed. Not his bed but the one you and Hobi share. Fuck they should have talked sooner. This bed is so much better. He wakes up with aches gone that he didn’t even realize he had. He reaches out though searching for another body. He doesn't even find a warm spot. He gets to his feet stretching and looking for you. He finds Hobi at the table. He's carefully clipping coupons. He had the most delightful little look of concentration on his face. What’s interesting however is he should definitely be at work. Does he even realize he’s not? Suga takes a seat next to him and starts sorting the coupons. His system is based on Suga's own Hierarchy of needs. Frozen peas? Bottom of the pyramid. Those fancy chocolates you like higher. Buy one get one free flowers? Top. You and Hobi both get so excited about the pretty blooms. No matter who was giving or receiving you would both stop and gently touch the blooms when you passed and would change the water daily. Sometimes he would watch you both change the same water the same day. This coupon doesn't even make it to the piles it goes to his pocket.

He has a meeting today. Has to finalize some plans. He needs to establish his presence with his men. Now that he can walk he can step out of the shadows. Maybe on the way back he’ll stop for flowers. There's a haze over Hobi face. It's still him but he seems somehow like he’s sleepwalking. “Hobi, I'm going to head out ok?” Hobi nods still a bit lost. Safe though. This would keep him safe from Namjoon.

The thought of Hobi reading those threats towards you bothers him even more than you reading them. He can’t picture how he would handle it. He’s such a good man. Would he go to the police? Try and Get Namjoon fired? Try and get the courts to put another order of protection on you? It wouldn't be enough. Suga knows it won't be enough. There's something in the air. Like an arrow hurtling towards a target. Slow. You want to take things slow. He doubts that will be possible. Still. He’ll do everything he can to make that possible for you. There's a car waiting for him by the time he makes it down stairs. If you saw him you might not recognize him for a moment. Almost all traces of Yoongi are gone. Suga always had a confidence about him. A coldness is broken only for you, and you are nowhere to be seen. This is the Suga who murdered the only family either of you had left and burned the bodies so bad that they couldn't even bee identified. He had watched to. This is the Suga who would finally keep you safe. The warehouse Jay has picked is the same as the meeting place it had been in their first world. It's furnished here, perhaps the remnants of an office. There's a chair set up in the main room and it's clear the imagery it invokes. A throne. He’s sure Jay set it up. He takes his seat. It’s set to his height. An accident or purposefulness doesn't matter. Sitting on the throne feels right. A millennium ago he could have been king. Perhaps if the three of you died enough you would find a world where he was. It didn't matter . None of you were dying this time. He’d build his empire here to insure it. No one bows to him. Not in the way that they would have, just a few polite motions but the respect in the room is palpable. He’s had to work hard to claw his way not just from a broken body but also from nothing. No contacts. He was lucky. Lucky you never pressed him. For why his appointments were so long. Where the cash came from. Lucky that you don’t know what the smell of gunsmoke smells like. It had been hard to kill some key players from his wheelchair. Using knowledge from that other place. He wonders if you would still let him touch you if you knew how red his hands were stained. Would Hobi? What would knowing that His hands were just as red do to him. A secret. This had to be a secret from both of you. Things are going well. With the new addition of Jays men, it looked even better. Even the transition had gone smoothly. Suga was hopeful. More than that. He realizes he might even be looking forward to it. To this all being over. To a life actually being able to start. The meeting goes smoothly and he’s done before Hobi is even supposed to be done with work. He didn't see you when he woke up and honestly the thought of you feeling brave enough to go out alone makes his heart swell.That last night, the assurance that you had both of them might in fact balm at least part of the myriad of harms that have been cast upon you. He stops to get the flowers. Sunflowers for Hobi and yellow roses for you. He suspects they may not be particularly romantic as far as flowers go. The romcoms you liked never had yellow roses. They look Happy though, as cheerful as the sunflowers that so clearly were a floral counterpart to Hobi. He wonders what his and Jays counterparts would be. Maybe the thorns that he carefully removed nodule by nodule. Him a thorn and Jay a weed, growing with the sunflower and choking the life out of it before it has a chance to truly shine. Thorns at least protect but weeds… maybe not a weed then. Maybe a parasite, but a symbiotic one. Did plants have that? Could Jay exist without pulling something vital from Hobi to keep himself alive? He buys a single flower for Jay. Unable to stop himself and sticks it in with the sunflowers. He sticks it in the back like it's a florist's mistake. It could almost be a sunflower. Black eyed susan. He liked the name. A violent flower for a violent man. Still beautiful, even if it couldn’t quite match the majesty of the sunflower.

He takes the bus home. Just in case you come home at the same time. Paranoid really. He doesn't care. Why take a chance? He knocks on the door fans to full and hides the flowers behind his back. Hobi answers but the awful daze is gone. He’d be off of work. He looks confused for a moment but when the flowers appear his brightest smile is turned on Suga who has to look away. You're not supposed to look directly at the sun. “Are these for me Suga? One day as my boyfriend and you’re already showing me up?” Boyfriend slips from his lips like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like he’s already incorporated Suga into his life the way you put chocolate chips in a cookie. “Yeah, stole your coupon though, let's count it as a double victory” He holds up the yellow roses. The sunflowers were obvious. He was sure they would be well received. These are more of a wild card. “You think she’ll like these?” He had never bought you flowers. Hadn't had time and hadn't known how happy they would make you. Hobi puts his hand over his and gently tugs him inside.

“She’ll love them. Come on, I'll show you the next steps. Do you want to do mine or hers?” Suga thinks about it and hands Hobi your bunch, taking back his gift. Hobi sets out the two of your impressive collection of vases. Suga considers them carefully wanting to be part of this ritual too. He picks a tall and honestly somewhat ugly purple one. Hobi shows him the proper amount of stem to cut and they set to work side by side carefully cutting and filling. Suga sets his in the very middle of the window that lays on the wall between kitchen and the living room.

Of all the places in the apartment this little windowsill shows off the conflict you and Hobi have best. You want to pile it high with knickknacks and Hobi wants it bare. Occasionally one of you will rearrange the items you both begrudgingly have agreed belong there. Hobi will push them off to the side while you will spread them out. With the addition of the flowers it feels complete to Hobi. Like this was always the missing piece.

Hobi picks a nondescript vase and sets yours by the door in hope it will be the first thing you see. He takes the time to arrange the blooms, even though they are the same type of flower and suddenly the anxiety Suga feels about the inadequacy of the gift disappears. Hobi's touch has transformed it into a thing of beauty. He walks over to Suga's display and adjusts like he is unable to help himself. He puts the intruder in the front delighted to find the surprise. His phone rings when he's admiring the display. He looks confused for a moment. It's not his ringtone.

He gropes around in his pockets and pulls out an unfamiliar phone. He looks scared. It's ok that the dark voice in the back of his head insists. Just let me take care of it. It's alright. Suga sees the switch happen. Can see the light die and then rekindle into a dull low fire. Like coals that you know will burn but temp you to touch all the same. “Go '' Jay breathes harshly into the phone.

His eyes widen in that look of fear that looks so out of place on Hobis face, but even more on Jays. “Suga wake her up we need to” “Not here.” Suga says in a voice that's suddenly very far away. Jay must not have been watching closely. Too occupied with keeping Hobis mind safe. Jay frantically searches through his memory and has the vaguest memory of lips pressed to his forehead and you telling him you were going. Going somewhere. “Her application was due today” Jay says in a voice tinted with just a little too much Hobi. Jay struggles to force him back asleep. Keep him out of this. Keep him safe. Suga is on the phone. Not with you. You don't have a car. Much as he hates to not reach out to you directly it's far more important to make sure you can be safe. Jay dials you instead. “Hobi?!” you sound scared already. He winces.

“Where are you Honey?” On your end of the phone your nose wrinkles just a bit. It's not Hobi. It's Jay. You think. That other him. He’s the one who says honey like that. You look up at the warehouse you’ve been called to.

“I was just about to call you.” How did you stop that line of questioning? How did he know to call you first? It's not important, not right now “He called. That cop. He’s going to open the case back up against Yoongi” you voice breaks at the name. Jay wonders if a part of you knows the truth. Yoongi is dead. “He told me to meet him somewhere. I Thought it was a station but it's a warehouse. Hobi I don't know what to do.”

“I need you to leave ok? Can you do that for me? That cop doesn't have a case. He lost it the second he touched you. Send me the address” you make a notice of assent and he hears you fumble around. He can hear the way the phone is shaking. The little sniffle. His phone dings and he almost drops the phone. He recovers quickly. “Honey, I want you to run the way you came ok? Turn your location on. I'm going to send a friend to pick you up. I have to go”

“No, please don’t hang up”

“I'm sorry. I need to. I need to make a few calls. I love you. I promise i’ll see you soon”“Wait. Hobi!” Jay hangs up before your pleading can reach Hobi. He turns to Suga. “The warehouse. The same fucking warehouse. Call them. All of them” Suga lets out a hiss and starts making calls. “I'm going. You wait here in case someone finds her.” He turns to go and Suga grabs him. “She needs him, Jay. I need “ he almost says you. Almost. “Him. ok'' Jay gives him a look that's almost hurt but then turns into a nod and leaves. Suga gets the gun he has hidden in his room. 10 minutes. Ten minutes for someone to bring you or he’s going out looking.

He paces outside of the apartment as he tries again and again to call you. Why aren't you answering your phone?! It takes 9 minutes for a car to peel into the parking lot for the complex. So close. How could they live so close to that fucking warehouse. The man driving isn't one he knows and when he steps out of the car with a detective badge around his neck he almost gets shot on sight. You get pulled out of the back seat and he’s set even further on edge. The man's grip on your arm is bruising and you cry out struggling in his arms. The shot alarms you. And your hands go to your ears too late to do anything. You scream and the man falls over you. You feel his blood pour on you and try to get away from him and he gasps in pain.

He’s ripped back and you see Suga. A look of rage on his face and you almost try to scramble from him too. His face softens for you though even as he kicks the man further away and gently so gently pulls you out of the car. His hands pull up at your sleeve and when he finds a bruise he fires again twice more. You don't scream this time but your eyes are wide and full a terror he’s never seen before.

Jay would recognize it. Suga had always been too late. He turns to you and makes sure you’re looking as he puts the gun on the ground. You do flinch when he touches you this time. Wiping a spot of blood from your face. Like your shirt isn't covered in it. He wipes the tears next. It does just as little good. They don’t stop. “No one touches you. No one but” he pauses “us.”

“You killed him?” your voice is quavering and you sound so scared. It was one thing to know he killed people. Two of them but this you're starting to hyperventilate. Shit ok he didn't think you’d take this well but this is starting to make him nervous. “Suga?!” Jay calls out seeing Suga body leaning over you. He sounds cautious and his eyes fix on the body. You turn your head and Jay reads the fear and anger flashing on his face. “What did you do?” he starts to approach and you hold out your hand afraid he’ll get hurt. Afraid Suga might hurt you too. “Do you know how hard it was to get a cop who could watch him?!”

“He. HURT. Her” Suga pulls up your sleeve and shows Jay. The rage flares up like a flame and he spits on the corpse. His hand goes over the mark and he meets your eyes and there's a terrible understanding between the two of you. You let out a little cry of fear. Jay lets go and crouches so he is eye level with you. If not a little shorter. Less of a threat. “Oh honey. I already promised, didn't I? I won't hurt you. I don't think Hobi would let me if I wanted to” “Jay?” he nods and smiles at your understanding of his name. You take a half step backwards and almost fall back into the car. Two hands catch you and right you. “I don’t understand,” you babble out. Jay touches your face. You flinch but just a bit.

“I know. Go up with Suga for me. I need to clean up this mess” he killed the other man too. You suspected but know it’s for sure. You turn your head and throw up. Jay makes a little amused chuckling sound and lifts you over the mess and into Sugas reach. Cleaning up the mess takes less time than you would have thought. Or maybe you have just been in the shower for far too long. The water has been cold for a while and You hear Suga calling your name but you can't move. You feel frozen. Suga after a while can’t stand not knowing and pokes his head in. It's the first time he’s seen you. He looks away from the scar.

You feel him help dress you but it's like you’re still downstairs looking at the dead man. He sets you on the couch and the two of you wait. When Jay comes up there is the tiniest smirk on his lips. He doesn't want Hobi to know but you, you know him too. It's intoxicating. “Ok Honey, lets talk”

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