#like mia will be comforting me or something and she sees me do this and is like ‘wtf’

[abluescarfonwaston]

Hey... What do you think Mia called her Dad? Papa? Father? Daddy?

Because she must have been at least 9 or 10 when he died if not a little older. Like. She remembers him. Even if he was always outside the village for work she remembers him. Remembers Misty losing him. Had to explain to Maya, or maybe worse- never had to at all - why he wasn't there. How she got his sense of humor and his laugh and neither of them can be held tight by him anymore but she can hold Maya tight and maybe then he doesn't feel so far gone.

What did she call him? Did she love him? Did Maya ever get that chance?

[your-lovely-ghost]

Lord don’t let this be the day my egg is cracked

[mydarlingdahlia]

Whenever I’m crying I’m thinking “wait what if my f/os are secretly watching me” and then I stop crying

I could be mid scream/wail of anguish and sorrow then be like “🧍‍♀️”

Is this just a me thing and am I crazy??

[ruth-odyssey]

༺✩༻ Taking what's not yours

theodore nott x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k 

summary: in which reader has a bad habit of taking her boyfriend's things.

tw. reader is a Gryffindor, some italien pet names

a/n. I genuinely have no idea how far from the Gryffindor common room the astronomy tower is soooo….

“Where in the world are you going at this hour?” You turn around, bag over your shoulder and a blanket in hand. Ron, Harry and Hermione are sitting around a table in the common room, Harry is looking at you clearly confused, eyes darting between you and blanket. “I'm going to the astronomy tower, I've got to finish up my star map for Trelawney.” Ron raises his head, looking at you as if the prospect of actually taking Trelawney’s homeworks seriously – which you had to do since you cannot bullshit your way through a star map – was unfathomable.

“We don't need to go to the astronomy tower for that homework?” Narrowing your eyes at Ron, you deadpan. “The homework is to draw a star map, meaning you have to see the stars Ronald. Unlike you two I won't settle for less than an A.” Harry snorts at that, clearly not caring one bit about said homework. He smiles at you, eyeing your blanket. “Where did you get that blanket from?  I don't think I’ve ever seen this one before.” You glance at said blanket, the soft, fuzzy fabric already warming up your hand. “It’s – You knit your eyebrows, trying to come up with something. – it's kind of old so I don't use it much? Yeah that's why I’ve never seen it before.” You add more confidently. Hermione looks up from her own work, offering you a tired smile. “I think it's great that you’re putting in the work.” She glares at the two boys at that – while Hermione still thought that the study of divination was absolutely ridiculous, she didn't like how easily Harry and Ron would fake their way through their work (usually by predicting their own death) – You roll your eyes, heading towards the portrait. “I'll see you guys later!” You exit the common room, and start making your way to the astronomy tower. 

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Okay, maybe you should have brought something warmer. You’re currently freezing your ass off in the astronomy tower, your divination homework already done, sitting on your laps, forgotten. Trying to concentrate on anything but the biting cold brought by the late october night, your ears fail to pick up the sound of footsteps. You snap your head towards the stairs, the sound of someone tripping and cursing bringing you back to reality. You get up as a figure appears. “Theo!” You smile and run up to him, finding comfort – and warmth – in his embrace. Your nose is filled with the smell of his cologne. “I'm sorry I'm late Bella, Draco and Mattheo keep asking me for help with the Arithmetic homeworks.” He apologizes, deep voice softer than usual, a tone he only uses with you. You leave his embrace, just enough to get a look at his face. The moonlight illuminating his features, green eyes, staring at you lovingly. His gaze travels from your face to the rest of your body. He smiles, taking in the blanket on your shoulder. “I was looking for that.” He says, his finger grazing the soft fabric of the blanket. You smile letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah Harry was wondering where I got it from.” “Cara mia you need to be more cautious, you did the same thing last week with my sweater. At this rate, your friends will soon find out about us.” As much as you loved your friends, you couldn't bring yourself to tell them about you and Theo. You simply couldn't tell Harry and Ron since they are convinced every single Slythrin are pure evil and with Hermione, – who you knew would be the most understanding – you had tried, only for her to tell you Draco had called her a mudblood yet again on the day you had planned to tell her. Theo’s hand finds your face, finger softly grazing your cheek. “Are you alright?” You nod, silently pulling his hand to sit down. 

He sits down beside you, one arm around your waist, the other inside his pocket due to the biting cold. Man, I wish I had pockets right now. You flex your fingers, desperately trying to warm them up, when an idea pops into your head. You discreetly stuff your hands in Theo’s pocket, cuddling further into him. Theo raises an eyebrow as you shove your hands in his pockets. “What are you doing, trying to steal my pockets now?” He teases, you send him a scandalized look, a smile teasing the corner of your lips. “Stealing???! I’ll have you know I am simply borrowing it, since I’m cold!” Theo smiles, looking up at the sky. “Semantics… – he pauses and looks at you – So what are you gonna steal from me next? You’ve already got my heart, my blanket, my pocket… what's next on the list.” “Your family name.” Theo’s eyes widened a bit, clearly caught off guard by your answer. He quickly regained his composure, a smirk on his face. ��I’ll be happy to oblige when we graduate cara mia.” You smile and he leans in, your lips meeting in a tender kiss, gentle and sweet, like the first snowfall of winter. Pulling away, you rest your head against his shoulder, content to spend some time with your boyfriend. Suddenly, Theo's head snapped to the side. You raise your head to look at him confused when he puts a finger over his lips. There. It's unmistakable; someone is coming up the stairs to the astronomy tower. Your eyes widen and you look at Theo, panicked. Could it be Filch? Or maybe a student? He silently gestures for you to get up and follow him. The both of you somehow manage to make it down, only to find Filch and Norris, blocking the very staircase leading to the Gryffindor common room. You turn to Theo who's been surveying the staircase, as if staring would make Filch leave faster. “What do we do, it's already late.” Theo’s eyes meet yours. “You could come to the Slytherin common room with me.” You open your mouth to protest but he stops you. “I’ve got my own room. You can sleep with me tonight and tomorrow I'll sneak you out early.” Thinking about it for a bit you nod – while you were still anxious about the whole thing there was absolutely no way in hell you’d pass up the opportunity to sleep with your boyfriend. – “Okay fine, let's go.” 

Theeo’s room is exactly how you imagined it would be. Chaotic but at the same time organized, papers and discarded cups of coffee on his desk and stacks of books next to his bed. You remove your Gryffindor robes in favor of one of Theo’s t-shirts and slide beneath the soft, warm sheets. You sigh as Theo lays down behind you, his arm finding your waist. He places a kiss on the crown of your hair whispering a small good night. 

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You wake up a few hours later. It's been a while since you’ve slept that well. You hear Theo shift behind you, his hand lazily draped over your waist. Letting out a deep breath, you shift your head slightly looking at the clock next to the bed. 8:35…. 8:35???!!!!! You bolted upright, the realization hitting like a bucket of ice water. You were late. Very late. “THEO, THEO WAKE UP!!!!” Theo let out a groan, shielding his eyes from the sun peaking through the curtains. You get out of bed, looking for your uniform. You enter the bathroom, quickly wash your face. Going back in the room, you rummage through your bag trying to find your mascara, concealer and some lip gloss, hoping none of your friends would question where you had spent the night. You glance at the bed where Theo is still half asleep. He opens his eyes a bit, just enough to look at you. “Cara mia what's going on?” “Theo, my love, it's currently – you look at the clock – 8:40, we are VERY late.” Theo’s eyes snap open. “WHAT.” He turns towards the clock, and groans, scrambling out of bed. He almost trips in his haste, putting on his pants and shirt. The both of you somehow manage to leave the Slytherin common room without being seen by anyone. Reaching the Great Hall, you give Theo a quick peck on the cheek, walking a little faster not to seem suspicious. You quickly make your way to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Ron. Hermione looks up, smiling. She opens her mouth, eyes darting to your neck. You hold up a hand “Yes yes I know, I’m late, I’m sorry,” You grab a piece of toast, and serve yourself a cup of coffee, throwing a discreet glance at Theo, who’s currently talking with Draco. You make eye contact and his eyes linger on your neckline, he smirks and turns back to his conversation. You narrow your eyes, wondering what that was about. “Y/n?” You start buttering your toast. “Yes Hermione?” “Care to explain why in the name of Merlin you are wearing a Slytherin tie?”

[theostrophywife]

written in the stars.

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: until i found you by stephen sanchez feat. em beihold. author's note: boyfriend theo is the best theo. if you're wondering, then yes writing this hurt me as much as it hurts reading it but like in the best way possible.

Theodore Nott has always had an affinity for the stars. 

When he was younger, Theo's mother used to take him to the rooftop of Nott Manor and point out the constellations to him. The stars told stories, his mum had said. Theo listened with rapt attention as she recounted the tales of Aquila, Heracles, and Orion as they glittered against the backdrop of the English countryside.

The two of them would make an entire evening out of it. Laying on his back atop a nest of blankets and pillows, little Theo watched as the stars climbed higher and higher, filling the horizon with hope and light. Stargazing had been their special secret. The one thing that wasn’t tainted by his abusive father. Theo guarded the memory of those nights in his heart like a priceless treasure.

After his mother’s passing, Theo continued their tradition of stargazing. Even if she was no longer alive, all he had to do was look up at the sky to feel her with him. For that reason, the stars were special to him and he’d never shared its meaning with anyone. 

Until tonight. 

“Watch your step, cara mia.” Theo said as he guided you by the small of your back. 

The dark cloth covering your eyes prohibited you from seeing, but you trusted your boyfriend to keep you from falling. Though you weren’t a fan of surprises, Theo was impossible to resist. All he had to do was flash those pretty watercolor eyes at you and you were an absolute goner. 

For you, Theo had always been the exception. 

He guided you up a staircase, keeping a firm grip on your waist as the two of you ascended. Wherever you were going, it was pretty high up. You smiled as Theo took hold of your waist, knowing that you weren't the biggest fan of heights. Sometimes it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. When you reached the top, Theo unfastened his tie from behind your head. 

“You can open your eyes now, sweetheart.” 

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. The wind whistled through the stone arches of the Astronomy Tower, framing the starkissed night with its marble pillars. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the nest of blankets and pillows arranged in the middle of the wooden floor. 

“Did you do all of this for me, babe?” 

Theo smiled. “I thought you might like to go stargazing with me,” he said, his voice soft. “Do you like it, my love?” 

“I love it, Teddy.” You beamed, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “But not nearly as much as I love you.” 

Theo grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like peppermint. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your knees buckled slightly. Theo never failed to make you feel like a lovestruck school girl. It never stopped feeling like this despite how many times you kissed this boy.

As if reading your thoughts, Theo smiled against your lips. “Come on, Y/N. I want to show you my favorite constellations.” 

The two of you laid down beneath the stars, making yourself comfortable amidst the blankets and pillows. Wordlessly, Theo pulled you into his arms and you nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of sea salt spray and sun kissed skin. 

“Tell me the story of the stars, Teddy.” 

He smiled, brushing your hair back. “That one right there is Ursa Major. Otherwise known as the Big Dipper, but if you look at the entire constellation, it actually forms a bear.” 

“I remember learning about that when I was little,” you said, gazing up at the sky. “Didn’t it have something to do with Zeus?”

Theo nodded. “In Greek mythology, the Olympian God Zeus fell in love with Callisto and got her pregnant. After she gave birth to the child, Hera was so mad she turned Callisto into a bear.” 

“That hardly seems fair,” you responded with a frown. 

“Zeus was a bit of a wanker,” Theo said in agreement. “Hera was even worse. She cursed Callisto to wander the forest for years in bear form until she was hunted by her own son Arcas. Just as he raised his spear to strike her down, Zeus stepped in and sent them up to the heavens. Callisto as Ursa Major and Arcas as Bootes.” 

“The Greek gods were truly a piece of work,” you replied. “But at least we got those constellations out of them."

You squinted, pointing at the cluster of stars hovering in the east. “What’s that one?” 

“That’s the constellation of Leo,” explained Theo. “Named after the Nemean lion that Heracles defeated during the first of his twelve labours.” 

“Didn’t he make a cloak out of the lion’s pelt?” 

“Smart girl,” Theo said proudly. “The cloak made Heracles invincible and more fearsome than he already was. The Nemean lion’s heart is made up of the star Regulus, which is associated with the arrival of spring.” 

“The Little King. I read that it burns hotter than the sun.” 

Theo couldn’t help but smile. Before he met you, he never thought he’d find someone to share such a special and intimate thing with. He was worried that no one else would understand his love for the stars, but as he watched you peer curiously up at the sky, your nose scrunched in careful concentration, Theo felt all of his doubts fade away. 

“Regulus is unique because it can be seen in both the Northern and Southern hemispheres.” 

The blue star glittered brightly above your heads, as if it was showing off for the occasion. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed. 

Theo stared at you, at the childlike wonder shimmering in your eyes, and he felt like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. The gravity of what he felt for you hit him all at once. 

“Yeah,” Theo said softly, still looking at you. “Beautiful.” 

You grinned, intertwining your fingers and kissing his knuckles. “How do you know so much about the stars, Teddy?” 

“My mum taught me.” Theo answered, drawing circles on your hip. “When I was little, she used to take me to the rooftop of the manor and tell me the story behind each star. She was fascinated by them. Before she met my father, she wanted to teach astronomy at the Stati Magia.”

“The Italian School of Witchcraft?” 

Theo nodded. “My mother attended the Stati Magia, just like her mother and her mother before her. A tradition that I unintentionally broke, as nonna Lucia loves to remind me. Sometimes I think the old bat wishes that I was born a strega instead.” 

You giggled. “You would’ve been a very pretty witch.” Theo chuckled as you propped your head up in one hand. “Did your mum end up becoming a professor?”

“No,” Theo said sadly. “After I was born, my father said that her place was at the manor. He refused to move to Florence, even though he knew it was my mother’s dream.” 

You stroked his hair, nodding emphatically. Theo rarely talked about his mother. You knew that her passing was a painful subject for him, so you never pushed him to talk about it unless he wanted to.

“That’s awful. I’m so sorry, my love,” you said. “But at least she was able to pass down her love of the stars to you. In a way, she lived her dream by teaching you.” 

A soft smile tugged at your boyfriend’s lips. “I suppose she did.” 

You laid back down, but this time you cradled Theo against you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the calming sound of your heartbeat. Talking about his mother will always be hard, but you helped ease the pain. 

“What about those stars?” You asked, pointing to the north. “What did your mother tell you about them?” 

“Perseus and Andromeda,” Theo answered. “Those are actually her favorites.”

“The chained maiden.” 

Theo stirred, inclining his gaze to the horizon. “Andromeda was the Princess of Aethiopia, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia. She was said to be very beautiful. Her mother bragged that Andromeda was fairer than the Nereids, which angered Poseidon. As punishment, the Sea God sent the creature Cetus to ravage that coast of their kingdom.” 

You nodded, recalling the story. “King Cepheus chained her to a rock and offered her as a sacrifice to appease the sea monster.” 

“Luckily for Andromeda, the hero Perseus found her before Cetus could attack again. Perseus fell in love with Andromeda and defeated the monster so he could free the princess. They ended up marrying and became king and queen of Mycenae. When they died, the goddess Athena placed them side by side in the heavens so that they would never be parted, not even by death.” 

“A love written in the stars,” you said with awe and wonder. “I can see why it’s your mother’s favorite.”

“When I was a boy, she told me that she hoped I’d experience a love like theirs, minus the sea monster of course.” You chuckled. Theo knit his brows together like he did when he was deep in thought. When he spoke again, his voice was barely audible. “It’s sad to think that she never found her Perseus.” 

You brushed his hair back, running your fingers through his curls gently. “She might not have found her Perseus, but she did have her Theo.”

Theo turned over and looked at you. The intensity in his gaze made you shiver. He was so ingrained in your heart that it felt inaccurate to continue calling it yours.

“After she died, I never thought I’d share her stories with anyone again, but I’m glad I shared them with you.” 

“Thank you for trusting me, Theo.” You said as you placed a kiss on his temple. “It means the world to me that you not only shared your mother’s stories, but her memory as well. I would’ve loved to meet her.”

The tender smile on Theo’s face was heartbreaking. Then softly, he whispered. “She would’ve loved you, Y/N.”

Your heart cracked open, his words spilling like sunlight over every crevice, warming you from the inside out.

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, but you forced yourself to give Theo a watery smile. “Because I’m a nerd who memorized obscure mythological facts?”

Your boyfriend smiled. “No,” he said gently, caressing your cheek. “Because you made her wish come true. You are my love written in the stars, cara mia.” 

The moonlight kissed Theo’s tan skin, the silver beams caressing his face like a lover as if the moon and the stars craved to commit his beauty to memory as badly as you did. Gods, he was breathtaking. 

This was the Teddy you knew and loved. Your Teddy.

Those watercolor eyes shimmered with emotion. “Sometimes I think the gods made you just for me, like our souls are linked in a way that neither logic nor magic can explain. Whatever it is, I think I’ve loved you since before the heavens and the earth existed and I’m fairly certain that I’d still love you even after the last star falls out of the sky.”

“You’re the love of my life, Theodore Nott.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as this boy—this beautiful boy ensnared your mind, body, and soul. “I’d find you in any universe and in any galaxy. Maybe someday we’ll be immortalized in the stars too.” 

Theo held your face in his hands. His expression was open and vulnerable, like he wasn’t afraid to lay himself bare before you. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“We’re two halves of a whole,” Theo said. “I loved you yesterday. I love you today and I’ll love you tomorrow. You’re it for me, Y/N. You and no one else.” 

“You and no one else, Teddy.” 

Under the constellations of the star crossed lovers, Theo kissed you so gently that it made your heart ache. As Andromeda and Perseus kept watch over the horizon, Theodore Nott knew one thing for certain.

Someday the stars would tell your story too.

[klipkillakai]

|pt3|

you laugh when your bestie mia tells you about her vacation in florida, she’s currently telling you about her sneaky links and showing you pictures as you do her nails, you’ve been doing your own nails for years and you’ve extended to doing your friends too.. you softly tap the acrylic onto her nail shaping it neatly—

“ugh i wanna go on a vacation” you say as you start filing her nails.. “you could’ve went with me i asked” she says in a sing song voice slightly teasing you, you roll your eyes “you know how my parents are stop playing” she laughs and nods..

your phone vibrates and you hear a ding cutting your music off for a second and you look down at your phone and see it’s a text from connie, you immediately feel warmth all over your body and try your hardest to fight back a smile..

“unt unt girl you gotta tell me about him now” laughing you say “it’s not much to tell yet, we’re just hanging out you know?” mia gives you a knowing look “mhm” and goes back to humming to the sza song playing through your room

a while later your taking pictures of her nails, “girl hold your hand straight” you laugh.. “i’m trying shit, i drank too much coffee” you giggle and finally get pictures to your satisfaction and sigh leaning back in your chair.. then you start to clean up

“so there’s this house party tonight down the block you trynna go?” you look up “i don’t know, you know ion really go to parties like that” mia groans “please y/n i don’t wanna go by myself and we don’t have to stay long” you think about it… “ugh fine” you say and she yells “period!” you start thinking about what your gonna wear and how your gonna do your hair “so imma leave, the party starts at 6 and i’m gonna go get ready and imma pick you up then okay?” you wipe down the table “okay bet” she comes over and gives you a quick hug before leaving—

“life is better on saturn” you sing while you put highlighter on the tip of your nose while looking in the mirror, you hear a ding and mia texts you she’s outside so you quickly get up looking at your outfit, mid rise jeans and a cropped white halter top, something slight something comfortable, you slip on black kitten heels you thrifted and you put on all your jewelry, rings, necklaces, bracelets, and switching out some of the earrings on your stack..

you drench your body in perfume because that’s the only way to do it and you grab your purse, quickly grabbing your lip gloss and liner before running out the door—

connie looks down at his phone for the 100th time today, waiting for you to text him back, he takes another hit from his blunt, and ignores when his friends try to talk to him about something cause now.. you stressin him out a little bit.. you haven’t gotten to the point in your relationship where your sharing locations so he has no idea where you are or what your doing.. he sends you another text

“wya mama?”

he waits 10 mins and still no response, he sits up a bit and rubs a hand down his face “this fucking girl man” he whispers and gets up, mumbling to his friends he has to go..

you unknowingly forgot to text him back and your in your own little world as your at the party, you dance with mia grinding against each other and singing tipsily towards each other giggling, it’s hot and sweaty and it truly feels like a movie, the beatbox your drinking is running through your veins and pumping false confidence and sensuality, it hinders your common sense a bit so you allow that one guy to touch up on you a little bit, you let him hold your waist as he moves behind you—

you and mia slip away from the dancing a bit going to find more drinks, you lean in the counter giggling with mia watching her pour a bunch of different liquors in two cups for you both and you feel your phone buzz and realize your getting a call, not only that but you’ve gotten several texts, you pick up

“h-hello?” you stutter a bit and giggle

“y/n? where you been i’ve been texting you all day”

you realize it’s connie and you slightly sober up

“im sorry ive been out all d-day, i didn’t see the texts”

connie slightly clenches his jaw as he sits in his car and tries to calm himself down, “where you at now?”

“im at a party with mia” you giggle softly

“who tf is-” connie starts his car and speeds down the road.. “where’s the party at”

“ummmm” you hum trying to think about it but your drunk mind won’t let you, “i’m gonna just send you my location” you do so and connie looks at it realizing it one of his buddies house and makes a turn and heads there.. “i’m on my wa- he’s about to say but is cut off when you abruptly hang up” he almost throws his phone but calms himself down—

you accidentally hang up as you get handed another drink and you go back to the dance floor, they start playing vybez kartel and you get it lit asf, you and mia start whining and twerking on each other.. mia records you as you unbutton your pants allowing the ass to move a bit more and you twerk on her “baby, baby mi a plead” you sing in unison and you both are laughing and having a good ass time..

the guy from before comes over and you let him hold you waist as you whine—

connie walks into the party hearing “one man” loudly playing one the speakers, he sees a sea of people dancing, laughing, chatting, drinking and smoking, he daps up a few people as we walks through the crowd looking for you..

he walks throughout the house and he finally sees you, and when he does he looses his fucking mind, he sees some random guy behind you holding your waist, as you whine on him, he sees that pretty ass smile on your face, your eyes slightly glossy and low how they usually are when you smoke together and not a care in the world..

he almost blacks out and quickly walks to you, yanking the guy off and pulling out a gun, and pressing it to the guys head and he says quietly “back the fuck up” you look at the gun and you slightly gasp in shock

“connie?” you ask, softly tugging him back.. connie looks back at you and gives you a look you never want to see from him again “imma deal with you in a second” he says low enough for only you two to hear and goes back to the guy currently trying to act hard infront of the crowd of people, connie cocks the gun and presses it harder against his head “do sumn i dare you..”

he threatens and the guy starts backing off..

connie stares him down until he walks away and he slowly turns back at you and you sober up a bit

“im sor- connie cuts you off and grabs your hand and drags you outside, you try to talk but connie doesn’t respond, he gets to his car and opens the door for you letting you get inside and slamming your door..

you start feeling a nervous flutter in your lower belly and watch as he rounds the car and gets in, starting the car and pulling off without saying a word

“connie” you say softly trying to get his attention but his hand just grips the wheel and he speeds up, you softly try to touch his chin and he grabs your hand and pulls it down..

“talk to me” you whisper, looking up at him and rubbing his arm.. still no response.. you sigh and sit back down looking out the window slightly biting your lip, as you sit there you get an idea.. definitely influenced by the alcohol and weed running through your veins..

you look over at him and you softly start to rub his chest, you lean a bit closer and press small kisses to his shoulder, “talk to me” you whisper again, you start to drag your hand down his chest to his lap and you rub his thigh.. biting your lip you slide you hand over to his bulge and start to palm it and you lean towards his ear “please talk to me papa” you say in the sweetest voice you can muster.. you watch as his eyes quickly flicker over to yours and you slightly smile knowing you almost got him..

you take off your seatbelt, trusting he won’t crash and you undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, you reach down and pull his dick out, he’s so hard and the tip is a painful red and you watch as a singular bead of precum rolls down his tip, you look up at him and he’s watching you with a dazed lustful look, but you also see anger behind them at that makes you feel a multitude of things..

you look back down and press a small kiss to the tip, and you hear a slow release of air come from his mouth, almost like a slow hiss, relying on books you’ve read and videos you watched you do the best you can, softly spitting on his dick and wrapping your mouth around his tip, using your hand with your freshly done acrylics to handle the rest..

connie feels like he’s going insane, he’s angry with you you, but at the same time he needs you so desperately, he quickly pulls into a parking lot so he can focus on what you doing, connie parks and slightly puts his seat back allowing you to have more room, he pushes your braids always from your eyes so he can see them while he looks down at you—

you hollow your cheeks and start to bob your head connie’s eyes nearly roll back and he holds your har up guiding you.. you move faster, taking it deeper while looking up at him for reassurance..

“ugh fuck” connie groans “just like that”

“don’t think i forgot about what you was doing mama, had me stressed all day.. ignoring me nd shi”

you feel connie tug your braids lifting your head up and you look at him, he stares downs at you and grabs your face with his hand and he licks and bites his lip as if he’s holding himself back from something, you watch as he slowly grabs his gun from the armrest and picks it up looking at if before slowly rubbing it on your lips and then slowly raising it to the side of your temple…

this sends a slice of terror down your back, you freeze and look up at connie, your eyes getting teary and blurry.. but.. deep down.. you feel that slow wave of heat pooling in your belly, the slow trickle of your slick filling your panties, and that soft throb.. and that’s what scares you the most.. you like this..

“i don’t ever wanna see you on another guy like that you hear me?”

“i swear to god y/n i will kill that motherfucker and then imma be on yo ass after”

he leans down closer to you “nod if you understand”

you slowly nod, a tear rolls down your cheek and your drunk mind struggles to process the influx of emotions your feelings right now..

he puts the gun down and leans back softly grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it, jerking it softly before tapping it against your lips.. “open” he whispers and you do… you take his dick in your mouth, sitting up a bit and going as deep as you can, you gag softly and connie groans quietly “there you go” he whispers and you start to bob your head up and down..

you start to drool and let it get sloppy and nasty, you use both of your hands to jerk the base as you bob your head and connie’s eyes roll back and he holds a hand over his face “fuuuuck” he whispers and you respond with soft gags and soft little moans..

you slide your mouth off with a “pop!” and you start to kiss his balls heavy with cum as you look up at him.. “who taught you this” he almost whimpers and looks slightly jealous.. “m-my first time” you say as you drag your lips up and down his length..

“stop fucking playing” he groans absolutely not believing you.. “m’not lying papa” and you take him back in your mouth gagging softly and taking it as deep you can go.. at this point your mascara is rolling down your cheeks and your eyes are teary and red, but connie thinks this is the prettiest he’s ever seen you and he knows that makes him a sick bastard but he doesn’t care..

“your gonna make me-” he quickly pulls your head away as he felt he was about to cum, “shit baby hollon we going back to my place”… you softly whine and he nods “i know baby i know” you sit up and get back in your seat and connie tucks himself back in before quickly pulling out the parking lot and speeding back home..

he pulls into the parking garage and he hops out and so do you, you softly slip of your heels and you walk on your tippy toes to the elevator, connie notices and quickly picks you up bridal style and you let out a sharp gasp and immediately you feel a bit insecure..

“put me down m’too heavy” you try to slip out of his hold..

connie looks down at you and softly smacks his teeth, “stop moving ma, i gotchu” you feel flustered and look away and you nervously chew on your lip and you quietly ride the elevator with him, it dings and he carries you to the door and taps his fob on the door and walks inside, he carrie’s you down the hall and too his room and he drops you on his bed..

he stands at the foot of his bed and stares down at you and you stare back, the tension in the room getting denser and denser, he smiles softly and pulls his phone out and soon after you hear music playing, through speaks all throughout his apartment.. he reaches behind him and pulls off his shirt, your soon met with all his tattoos you love and his gold chain dangling from his neck, you lie on your back slightly sitting up on your elbows and you watch him..

he grabs your legs and pulls you towards him and leans down and traps you between his arms, and softly drags his nose down your neck and presses soft kisses down the path “you want this?” he whispers, and you slowly wrap your legs around his waist “it’s my first time” you whisper back, realizing how intimate the situation has gotten “do you want me to be your first?” he asks looking at you hoping you’ll say yes..

you stare up at him nodding softly.. “words mama” he whispers tenderly as his lips hover over yours, “yes..i would love for you to be my first” and connie smiles the brightest smile you’ve seen from him and that makes your heart palpate.. you both are heading towards dangerous territory and you both don’t give one fuck..

he captures your lips in a deep.. passionate kiss, you both letting out the pent up emotions you’ve both been holding in, his rage and passion.. and his care and worry.. your fear and obsession.. and your love and care..

he pulls away from your lips and slowly moves down, he’s looking up at you.. head between your plush thighs and he softly kisses them.. you get flustered and shy feeling insecure but connie absolutely could not care less, he kisses and bites your thighs likes his last meal on earth, he presses a soft kiss to your waist and drags he knuckles softly down the slit of your panties where he can see your slick pooling, you twitch and let out soft whimpers and that’s music to his ears..

he presses a kiss to your clothed clit before pulling your panties down, watching a string of your wetness still attached to it and his dick throbs against his belt and he lets out and audible groan..

he spreads your thighs and spreads your lips with his fingers before dragging his tongue down your slit then up to your clit, you mouth drops and you let out a moan, you quickly reach down and grab his hair feeling your toes curl, your heart beats a bit faster and he grips your thighs and holds them down before he sucks and flicks he tongue over your clit, completely ravishing you.. he tongues moves quickly and with purpose he sucks, bites, spits in tandem, knowing exactly how to get you where he wants you, he watches your tight hole clench and leak out clear slick and it drives him crazy..

he slaps your pussy and you look at him and moan “you like that?” “hm?” he slaps it again and you let out a quiet sob.. loving the stinging pain “again please” you whine, and he does it again.. over and over until your sobbing.. he goes back to licking and sucking.. until your loose enough for him to slide one finger inside..your back arches and your eyes roll back “im gonna cum” you whimper out and you do.. you toes curl and your ears ring and a flash of white blurs your vison for a second..

connie watches the whole thing and nearly cums in his pants, the face you make the feeling of your clenching around his fingers drives him insane, you slowly come down from your high and connie sits up pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and stands up walking across the room and opening a drawer grabbing a box of condoms and walking back..

you look up at him “i want to feel you” you whisper and his eye snap towards you “you don’t want me to wear one?” “no” you say.. almost sounding like a plead.. “you comfortable taking plan b?” he asks wanting to do what you think is best..

“i don’t mind.. i just wanna feel you” that sends a ping in his heart and he nods and smiles softly, he climbs back on the bed and hovers between your legs, he leans forward kissing you and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.. “tell me if you need me to stop.. slow down.. anything aii?” “want you to enjoy this too” you smile and nod “i will” you whisper..

he leans back grabbing your legs and pulling them next to his waist, he grabs the base of his dick and softly rubs it up and down your slit and back and forth over your clit, you feel pangs of pleasure blooming all over you body, everywhere starting to become super sensitive and hot, and when he starts to push his dick inside, you bite back a scream.. your eyes water and connie keeps looking up at you.. his heart slightly breaking knowing your in pain but he keeps pushing inside.. he knows he’s big and he knows he gonna have to pace himself with you..

“you doing so good for me mama” he coos as he rubs your thigh, pushing the rest of himself inside and letting out a sigh.. “your gonna fucking kill me” he whispers to himself and leans forwards and starts slow and deep thrusts.. rolling his hips into you..

your mouth slightly agape, you feel dazed and you feel like the deepest itch has been scratched, connie feels your pussy throb and pulsate around his dick and he tucks his face in your neck letting out small whimpers.. a whispering all sorts of colorful language.

he starts picking up his pace, now pounding into you, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together fills the room almost drowning out the music, “that feel good?” he coos “yea?” and you nod “so so good” you stutter out the best you can.. he can tell your almost fucked out and he’s barely started yet, poor thing he thinks to himself.. he pushes your thighs back so far that they reach your ears and slightly burn, and he pounds into you, at an abnormal pace,

“fuck fuck fuck” he spits out as he pounds into.. his body covered in sweat and his brows furrowed.. all you can do is moan and take it, it’s a complete sensory overload and you don’t know what to do, you reach for him and he leans down and whispers all sorts of nasty shit in your ear..

“fucking gonna take all this nut yea?”

“want me to fill you up? nasty bitch”

“taking this dick so good for me”

“all you needed was some dick mama, cs now your being the good girl i know you are”

every sentence makes your clench and tighten around him and you both get closer and closer to cumming..

all of sudden connie pulls out and flips you over, quickly slapping your ass “arch yo back f’me” he says and you do your best, raising your ass and curing your back and laying your pretty head on the bed softly reaching down and rubbing your clit to alleviate the pain coming from your sore hole..

connie slide himself back into you, holding your waist and pounding into you, your mouth drops and connie moans and kneads your ass, he pounds into you from behind, bullying his thick dick into you from behind as he looses his mind, muttering all sorts of incoherent shit, just trying to express in his equally fucked out mind how fucking good it feels..

you just a babbling mess “that feels so g-good”…

“pa i cant- shit~ you whimper out not knowing what to do or say, it feels so wet and full and good, you feel connie kissing your back and grabbing your ass and all you know is that you don’t want it to stop, you feel you belly feel full and warm and you know your about to cum soon and so is he, he picks up the pace and he bites his lip so hard he tastes blood and he feels you tighten so much around his dick he cums..

“FUCK” he spits out, while you whimper a soft “shit” and you cum together, juices and fluids mixing together making it even more sloppy that it already is, he’s still slowly pounding into you and you put your hand against his belly “s’to sensitive” you whimper out, and he twitches and slowly stops.. he pulls out off you and you shiver, your thighs shaking and you plop down on the bed, immediately feeling exhaustion taking over you..

connie kisses down your back and uses all his strength to get up and grab a towel for you, he softly wipes between your thighs and uses the same to wipe his dick, he pull off the crop top you both didn’t bother to take off and grabs one of his shirts and pulls it over you, he slips his boxers back on and plops on the bed next to you, he pulls you on his chest and softly rubs your back..

he softly rubs your cheek and he feels such a strong emotion take over him that he barely recognizes anymore, and he doesn’t want to admit to himself what it is, so he softly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, falling asleep with you..

|a/n|

y’all writing smut is absolutely NOT for the weak, that’s why this release took so long cause i have to spend so long visualizing what i want them to actually be doing 😭 but i hope y’all like it fr.. and thanks girl for lil gun idea you ate fr 🩷

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protective!spence x reader where they’re at a bar or something and r gets hit on, and she’s like “oh i’m here with my boyfriend” and the guy’s like “well, i don’t see him” and spencer’s like “turn around” and is just TOWERING over the guy hitting on her like UGHHH do you get my vision??😩

Drabble: Protective Spence

A/N: OMG yes the vision is visioning I love this!!! Sorry I went a little MIA, of course right when I asked for requests I had a busy ass week. But don’t worry ya’ll I have some other requests I can’t wait to get to!

It was finally the weekend which prompted the team to go out for drinks. While everyone else migrated to the makeshift dance floor, you opted to sit at the bar with Spencer.

Your social battery was already at max capacity and while normally you’d like to dance, right now you needed your space. A space you were happy to let Spencer into.

You were finishing your second drink while your boyfriend left to go to the bathroom. Not long after he left, you felt the presence of someone next to you.

“Hey beautiful.”

Turning to your right you saw a man in his late twenties. He invited himself and sat down at the empty seat next to you.

“You havin a good night?” The stranger asked.

“I was until about ten seconds ago,” you replied through a fake smile.

It was evident in his eyes that your answer proved you would be a challenge for him. This only made him more persistent.

“Aw don’t be like that,” he attempted to get on your good side.

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna claw my eyes out,” he said with a smug grin.

He wasn’t wrong. Cocky, arrogant men like him made you want to more than scratch their eyes out.

“Come on, at least let me buy you a new drink first,” he offered, gesturing to your empty glass.

“Listen, I’m sure you’re a blast,” you lied, “but I’m not interested. I have a boyfriend.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked seconds away from chuckling. Almost like he couldn’t believe you pulled that excuse.

“You do?” He asked, not fully convinced.

“Yes.”

He glanced around the bar gesturing at the crowd, “Then where is he?”

He leaned closer to you, his breath reeked of alcohol. “Sexy thing like you all alone at this bar while your boyfriend is somewhere else.”

You looked behind the man and tried not to appear too cheeky at the sight behind him. “Oh he’s here with me,” you answered.

He chuckled, “Really? Cause I don’t see him.”

“You sure about that?”

The man’s face paled at the voice behind him. He turned around to see Spencer staring down at him with a cold gaze, he looked pissed- rightfully so. His arms were folded with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“You’re in my seat.”

The stranger's jaw dropped a bit, at a loss for words.

“Ooh- well,” he scrambled out of the seat.

You could see the gears in his head desperately trying to build back his “cool guy” persona and come up with something witty to say. He had nothing.

The stranger walked backwards away from the bar bumping into someone spilling their drink, earning him a shove. He looked back at you with frustration all over his face before storming off.

Suddenly, comforting hands were placed on your hips. You looked up at Spencer with a smile, “my knight in shining armor.”

He matched your smile but quickly his face filled with concern and compassion.

“You okay? He didn’t do anything right?” He spoke softly.

“I promise I’m okay. Just a grade-a jackass,” you reassured him.

“Good,” his smile returned. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice sounded like honey.

“Only I get to call you sexy,” he murmured softly before placing a kiss on your neck.

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yooooo!!! you’re my favorite ethan winters artist i just wanna say that first and foremost, thank you for the wholesome content of my comfort character and father figure 🥹🫶

i’m really curious bc i feel like i see a lot of people against mithan (not me personally, i’m p neutral on them!) but i’m curious to know all your thoughts on them! thoughts on their canon relationship, their fanon portrayal, the backlash against them/mia accusations, and your headcanons? i’m just really interested!!! hopefully that’s not weird :”)

have a good day!! sparkle on!!! ✨💖

i heart mithan... i think that they can be so cute...

i personally hc them t4t and i like to think that the dated in highschool before they both had fully transitioned

mia likes to bake and ethan likes to scrap book and he always likes to take pictures of mias cakes/ baked goods and has a album for them 😭

i am a multishipper so i draw a lot of ethan ships so my girl is left out sometimes and im sorry mia 😔

i actually really like their relationship, its a really complex dynamic that i like to talk about with my friends

i think the issue is that when talking about mithan or mia in general, theres just SO MUCH misinformation that its honestly a pain the butt to talk about

people still think that she was responsible for the creation of eveline, people still think that she experimented on eveline, people still use examples of her attacking ethan as if she did it on her own will instead of being mind controlled

in reality she was just someone who oversaw the transportation of evie. im not excusing her or anything because obviously she knew what she was doing, but people really try to accuse her of doing something she didnt and it bothers me alot lol

the problem with the fandom is that people either try to water her down to girlboss who did nothing wrong and fail to acknowledge the complexity/ moral grayness of her character and the other side is misogynists 😭😭😭😭

its hard to talk about her without people either going "stop trying to villainize her and make her look bad!" or people ACTUALLY villainizing her and acting like heisenberg would have treated him better 😭😭

mithan is such a sad relationship because they loved each other so much and that ended up being the reason their relationship fell apart (sort of... its not like the broke up... ethan kinda just straight up died)

i get a lot a trouble for saying this, but mia is a selfish person.

its not a bad thing! well i mean it is but it doesnt make her some evil witch who is somehow worse than the guy how made a werewolf american ninja warrior. its just a major character flaw she has! which is good! mia being a flawed person who makes mistakes and morally gray decisions make her a more interesting person!

she is selfish in the way that she wants to keep her family with her no matter the cost. even if it means lying to ethan about her job so that he wont think different of her. here is a interrogation from the re7 DLC, which is easy to miss!

she isnt necessarily trying to apologize for the things she has done, she is more of a, "u wont need to forgive me in the first place if we just forget it all and move on"

she doesn't try to redeem herself for what she has done, she tries to move on and return to the normal life that she wants so bad. which is fine! everyone copes a different way and she has to right to move on from her trauma. the problem that lies in this is that she has a shared trauma with ethan who still has no idea what went on in dulvey and still effects him till the present (he is mold! this is a important thing to know! most people would want to know if they were a walking corpse)

she played a direct part in what happened in dulvey, and im not referring to the email, she did not send that. she never wanted ethan to come in the first place. she tried her best to send a video to him, begging him to forget about her because she wanted to protect him, BUT it didnt send.

he got involved because she was involved. its honestly a series of really really unfortunate events.

THOUGH! she did know what she was getting into. im tired of seeing the narrative that mia was innocent and didnt know what was going on or was simply a bystander. she knew what she was doing, she knew eveline was a bioweapon, she knew eveline was a child. she used a MACHINE GUN! she knows how to use weapons and was obviously trained for it.

she tried her best to keep everybody out of the mess, ex: warning the bakers not to take them in, warning ethan not to find her, sacrificing herself for ethan in the later half of re7

but again, those are the consequences of HER actions

her consequences just happen to get really big and end up hitting ethan on the head like a metal sheet 😭

their relationship is really so interesting, it makes me really sad to think about sometimes 😭they both went through something that nobody else would ever understand, in the end they really only have each other. they get moved to an entire different country and the dulvey incident gets covered up with a "gas leak"

its really tragic because their marriage definitely had some flaws and bumps. and i know im repeating myself but its because people always take this in the worst way possible but just because i say their relationship was rocky doesnt mean im saying they dont love each other!!! thats the entire basis of mias character!! saying she doesnt love ethan would destroy her entire character!

you can see in the re8 DLC how fondly ethan talks about mia! he loves her so much, though im not sure if his comments in the DLC are him narrating current (post re8) or his thoughts before everything went down and he died (pre re8)

everything mia did was because she LOVED ethan. she would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, she is not a cruel person. she hides the truth of her job from ethan pre re7 because she loves him and doesnt want her job to drive them apart. she CONTINUES to refuse to tell ethan the truth post re7 because she wants to move on a live a happy normal life with him and knows something like her being directly associated with the connections would probably cause (more) problems. she refuses to tell ethan that he is mold because again, hard to live a happy marriage with your husband after you tell him hes a bioweapon.

obviously i dont think it was right that she did this, thats what makes her selfish! she did it for herself! she did it for her family! she thought it would work out, she thought that they could move on and be happy together.

the issue is that ethan didnt want to forget. he wanted to know what happened, he wanted to know the part mia played, he wanted answers! which is reasonable! he knows to some extent that mia was partially responsible for his involvement and he was always suspcious that mia was lying to him about her job which is implied when mia says "you were right, i did lie to you"

she doesnt learn, she doesnt stop lying, her lies get bigger and worse and it sucks yeah but it makes her so interesting!!! she keeps doing stupid things under the idea that this is whats best for her and her family, that if she hides this everything will work out and it will be for the better but its not!

just because telling your husband hes dead and a bioweapon is a hard subject to bring up doesnt mean you DONT bring it up. people shouldnt use that as a reason to excuse mia 😭, its a very bad excuse and honestly highlights how horrible their communication skills were. you cant just not tell your husband that he is actually infected with the mold and not tell him for the tree years between post re7 and pre re8.

im not saying these things to put mia down, or try and villanize her. these are all just actual things her character does! she isnt evil, but she isnt a knight in shining armor either. we need to be able to have talks about complex characters without crying everytime someone points out a flaw. characters have flaws! and mia just happens to have a lot of them!

im not mad at her, i dont dislike her because i think this way of her. shes a fictional character! you can like characters that are morally gray, or villains that drink blood and make corpse soldiers. they are fictional! pointing out the flaws of a character does not mean i dont like them.

i wouldnt call her "the real villain of re8" but i wouldnt treat her like a damsel in distress either. she is a competent person, she knows what shes doing, she has her reasons for doing them. she made bad descions with good intentions behind them! they can coexist and we should let them!

i like mithan! its a complex relationship because they both love each other so much but hurt each other in the process

talking about them is just a pain in the butt because talking about mia is a pain in the butt lol

i really hate how she keeps getting sidelined, its super frustrating to see mia get put in a cage in every game 😭

its even more frustrating that mia straight up just disappears???? in the shadows of rose DLC... like she just stops taking care of rose and theres nothing said about it. no reason or explanation. i dont think mia would ever ditch rosemary because she didnt care about her, but we probably will never know because capcom sucks at writing and they probably forgot the mia ever even existed.

all in all, i think the fandom is really just full of misinformation which make people either think mia is some horrible evil person, or its full of people who think that saying mia messed up is the equivalent of comparing her to wesker lol.

i really love mia, shes a incredibly fun and complex character, its just hard to enjoy her sometimes with the people in the fandom haha.

also ive got no idea what u meant by "the backlash against them/mia accusations" so sorry if i didnt answer that!

thank u for the ask! sorry for the long response!

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Hi Kaya! So yesterday night I got drunk for the first time, I was wondering maybe if you could do a hector fort one. Where he’s with his friends while she’s at her friends house having a little girls night with her friends and she’s just completely out of it but her friends have taken care of her but she just wants hector and she’s just all knocked out and stumbling everywhere and stuff. And he comes too pick her up after a face time call with her and her friends. And he’s so amused and concerned at the same time cause he’s never seen her like that. Love your fics so much!❤️I have the worst headache😭😭😭

A/N: Ooooh, getting drunk for the first time?! I hope it lived up to all your wild expectations. Nothing unexpected happened, right? If so, SPILL THE TEA🥳

DRUNK DIAL - HÉCTOR FORT

Héctor picking you up from a girls night

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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Laughter filled the living room as the night carried on, the scent of pizza and popcorn lingering in the air.

My friends and I had been planning this girls' night for weeks, and it had turned out to be just as fun—and chaotic—as we’d imagined.

Drinks flowed freely, and soon enough, I found myself far more than just tipsy.

“Y/N, how many have you had?” one of my friends, Mia, giggled, watching me attempt to sit down but completely miss the couch and flop onto the floor instead.

I laughed hysterically, though my coordination was shot, and I was barely able to stay sitting upright. “I dunno,” I slurred, waving her off. “I’m fine! Totally… fine.”

Mia and the others exchanged amused glances, but I could see the concern creep in. They knew me well enough to know I rarely drank this much, but tonight had been one of those nights where I just let go.

Except now, I was paying for it by stumbling around, completely out of it.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re good?” My other friend, Lily, asked, kneeling down to try and help me up. “You look like you’re ready to pass out.”

“I’m not passing out!” I insisted, although my words were slurring beyond recognition. “But… I want Hector.”

They laughed softly, but it was clear I was no longer in any state to take care of myself. As much as they loved me, they weren’t about to let me destroy their apartment in my drunken stupor.

“She’s never been this drunk before,” Mia said, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and worry. “We should call Hector. She’s not going to calm down until she sees him.”

“I’ll FaceTime him,” Lily said, grabbing my phone from the coffee table. “Hopefully, he’s not too busy.”

As I flopped back onto the couch, I heard the familiar ringing of FaceTime, and then suddenly, Hector’s face appeared on the screen.

I could barely focus on it, but just hearing his voice made me smile.

“Hey, man!” Lily greeted him, trying to sound casual but clearly looking for help. “Um, we’re having a little bit of a situation here…”

Hector, who was out with his friends, looked confused at first but quickly concerned when he noticed the background noise and then saw me stumbling around behind her. “Is Y/N okay? What happened?”

Mia leaned over, showing me slumped on the couch, giggling at something none of them understood. “Yeah, she’s just… really, really drunk. We tried to take care of her, but she keeps asking for you.”

Hector blinked, his concern deepening, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “She’s that bad, huh? I’ve never seen her like this.”

“Neither have we,” Lily said, shaking her head. “She’s out of it, man. Do you think you can come pick her up?”

Hector laughed softly, though his voice was still filled with worry. “Yeah, I’ll be there soon. I just need to wrap up here with the guys. Keep her safe until I get there, okay?”

“Of course,” Mia said, waving off his concern. “She’s not going anywhere. We’re just… trying to keep her from knocking over any more lamps.”

I barely registered what was going on, my head fuzzy and thoughts jumbled, but the sound of Hector’s voice brought a small comfort.

I tried reaching for the phone, slurring, “Hector… where are you? Come get me!”

“I’m on my way, baby,” he said gently, his voice calming even through the screen. “Just sit tight.”

Twenty minutes later, I was still sitting in the same spot, though my friends had managed to get some water into me. Just as I was about to attempt to stand up again, there was a knock on the door.

“He’s here,” Lily said, jumping up to answer it.

Hector stepped inside, and the second I saw him, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Even in my drunken haze, just his presence made everything feel a little less chaotic.

He was dressed casually, jeans and a hoodie, but the look of concern on his face was unmistakable.

“Oh my god, you actually came!” I exclaimed, stumbling toward him. “You’re my hero.”

Hector chuckled, catching me before I tripped and faceplanted into his chest. “Whoa, easy there,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around me to steady me. “You’re a mess.”

I looked up at him, blinking slowly as if trying to process his words. “I’m fine. Just… maybe a little too much wine.”

“Maybe?” Hector raised an eyebrow, amused, but he was still clearly concerned as he helped me sit back down on the couch.

“I’ve never seen her like this,” Mia admitted, giving Hector an apologetic look. “We didn’t know she’d drink this much.”

“It’s okay,” Hector assured them, sitting beside me as I clung to his arm. “I’ve got her from here.”

My friends gave him grateful smiles, and I slurred something about being perfectly capable of standing up on my own—right before I nearly fell off the couch again.

Hector chuckled, catching me before I could fall. “Alright, alright, I think it’s time to get you home,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “You’ve had a long night.”

“Only if you carry me,” I teased, though my voice was far too slurred to sound coherent.

Hector sighed but with a fond smile. “Of course. Let’s get you home.”

With that, he scooped me up into his arms, and I leaned my head against his chest, feeling more comfortable than I had all night.

Even through the drunken haze, I felt safe with him, like everything was going to be okay now that he was here.

As he carried me to the car, my friends waved him off with thanks and promises to check in tomorrow.

Hector placed me gently in the passenger seat, buckling me in as I blinked up at him with a sleepy smile.

“You’re the best, you know that?” I murmured, my head lolling back against the seat.

“I know,” Hector replied, smiling softly as he brushed a kiss to my forehead. “But you’re going to hate me tomorrow when you have the worst headache.”

“I don’t care,” I mumbled, half-asleep already. “Just… don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said gently, brushing a hand over my hair. “Let’s get you home.”

And with that, Hector drove us back, his hand never leaving mine, even as I drifted off to sleep, the comfort of him being near making everything feel a little less blurry.

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Wait and Hope. Pt 2 | N.R

Warnings: gun shots, blood, gore 'traumatized' children, just angst

Word Count: 9,8k

A/n: Okay, it's a lot..The Request you can find here.

The first few weeks after Lila, Jacob, and Mia moved in were an emotional whirlwind. Mia adapted quickly, her boundless energy and cheerful nature filling the house with light. She often clung to you and Natasha, seeking your warmth and affection, while Jacob remained quieter, but slowly began to open up. But Lila..Lila was different. You and Natasha had expected some challenges. Lila was, after all, fifteen and had been through more than any teenager should. But as the days turned into weeks, it became clear that Lila's walls were still firmly in place, and she wasn't ready to tear them down anytime soon.

Natasha, who had taken on the role of disciplinarian, had set clear boundaries from the start. She was strict but fair, and the kids quickly learned that pushing those boundaries or talking back wouldn't get them very far. Lila start to respect Natasha, yet there was still a certain distance, an unspoken agreement that Natasha wouldn't push too hard as long as Lila didn't push back. But you..you were also different. You were the heart of the family, always warm, always understanding, always trying to reach Lila with kindness and patience. And that's where the problems began. Lila wasn't ready for that kind of affection, not from someone she still saw as a stranger, and her rejection often manifested in anger. It had been a long day, filled with the usual ups and downs of settling into a new routine.

Natasha had just returned from work and found you in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The tension in the air was palpable, and Natasha could sense that something was wrong. "What happened?" Natasha asked gently, stepping beside you and placing a hand on your back. You sighed, your shoulders sagging slightly. "Lila and I had another argument.." you admitted, your voice tinged with frustration and sadness. "She shut me out again, and when I tried to talk to her about it, she just..exploded." Natasha frowned, her protective instincts kicking in. "What did she say?"

You hesitated, clearly reluctant to relive the exchange. "She told me to stop pretending I care, that I'm not her real mother, and that I don't understand anything she's been through." you said quietly, your voice cracking slightly. Natasha's heart ached for you, knowing how hard you had been trying to connect with Lila. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry, Detka.." Natasha murmured, her voice filled with empathy. "Lila's hurting, and she's taking it out on you because she doesn't know how else to cope."

"I know." you whispered as you leaned into Natasha's embrace. "But it's so hard, Nat. I just want her to see that we love her and that we're here for her. But no matter what I do, it feels like I can't get through to her." Natasha tightened her embrace, her heart breaking for the woman she loved. "You're doing everything right." she said gently. "It's just going to take time. Lila's been through a lot, and she's scared. She's not used to people being kind to her without expecting something in return."

You nodded as you tried to hold back your tears. "I'm so proud that the kids are bonding with you, especially since you were the one who was most worried about it. But..I can't help feeling like I'm failing somehow." Natasha pulled back slightly, cupping your face in her hands and looking into your eyes with unwavering love. "You're not failing." she said firmly. "You're the heart of this family, Y/n. The kids are struggling right now, but they will open up. And when they do, it will be because you never stopped believing in them."

You sniffled, a small, sad smile tugging at your lips. "I hope so." you whispered. "I really hope so." At that moment, you both heard a door slam upstairs, followed by the sound of quick, stomping footsteps in the hallway. Natasha sighed, knowing that Lila was in one of her moods again. She pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "I'll go talk to her." Natasha said gently. "You can finish up here, okay?" You nodded, grateful for Natasha's support. "Thank you." you whispered. Natasha gave you a reassuring smile before heading upstairs. She found Lila in her room, sitting on her bed with her arms crossed, her expression set in a defiant scowl. “Hey..” Natasha said, her voice calm but firm. “We need to talk.” Lila looked up, her eyes flashing with anger. “What?” she snapped. “What now?”

Natasha wasn’t fazed by Lila’s hostility. “You need to stop taking your anger out on Y/n.” she said, her tone measured. “I know you’re going through a lot, and I know you’re hurting, but she is trying to help you. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.” Lila’s expression faltered for a moment, a fleeting look of guilt crossing her face before it hardened again. “I didn’t ask for her help.” Lila muttered, her voice full of bitterness. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“I know.” Natasha responded, her voice softening. “But this is your reality now. We are your family, and we’re here for you, whether you like it or not. Y/n cares about you, and she’s trying so hard to make this work. You need to meet her halfway.” Lila looked away, her jaw clenched tightly. “I don’t need a new family.” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Natasha sighed, feeling the weight of Lila’s pain. “Maybe not.” she said quietly. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you have one now. And part of that family is Y/n. She’s not trying to replace anyone in your life, she just wants to be there for you.” Lila didn’t respond, but Natasha could see the inner conflict in her eyes. She was struggling, torn between her fear of being hurt again and her deep, unspoken desire for closeness.

“I’m not asking you to change overnight.” Natasha continued, her voice gentle. “But I’m asking you to try. Give her a chance. She’s not going away, and neither am I.” Lila’s shoulders slumped slightly, the fight gradually leaving her. She said nothing, but Natasha knew the message had been received. It would take time, but Natasha was willing to wait, to keep pushing until Lila was ready to let them in.

“Okay.” Natasha said softly as she slowly moved toward the door. “Take some time to cool off. We’ll talk later.” She left Lila’s room, her heart heavy from the weight of the conversation. She knew this wasn’t the end of the struggle, but she hoped it was a step in the right direction.

When Natasha returned to the kitchen, you were setting the table for dinner, your expression a mixture of sadness and determination. Natasha walked up to you, wrapped her arms around your waist, and rested her chin on your shoulder. “How did it go?” you asked quietly as you leaned into Natasha’s embrace. “It went as well as it could.” Natasha replied, her voice filled with quiet confidence. “She’s still hurting, but I think she’s starting to understand that we’re not going to give up.”

You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment. “I just wish I knew how to help her.” you murmured. “You’re already helping her.” Natasha said gently. “Just by being here, by being patient, by showing her love even when she pushes you away. It’s not easy, but you’re doing exactly what she needs.”

You nodded, your heart still heavy, but you felt a renewed sense of determination rising within you. “I’m not going to give up..” you whispered. “I won’t give up on any of them.” Natasha smiled, kissed your cheek. “And neither will I.” she said softly. “We’re in this together, Y/n. We’ll make it through, one day at a time.”

Months passed and Mia had quickly settled in, her cheerful nature and boundless energy bringing a light into the house that you and Natasha greatly appreciated. Jacob, though quieter, had also begun to open up and was gradually finding his place in the family. Since you allowed him to buy his own things, you both stumbled over piles of books every day,. But Lila? She was still struggling. The walls she had built around herself remained firmly in place, and despite all of your and Natasha’s efforts, she seemed determined to keep you both at a distance. It was a constant source of tension in the house, especially between Lila and you, as you bore the brunt of Lila’s anger and frustration.

One evening, Natasha was in the kitchen preparing dinner, while you were just on your way to join her. Mia was sitting at the table, doodling on a piece of paper, and Jacob was nearby, quietly reading a book. The atmosphere was calm, a peaceful routine that you had worked hard to establish. As Natasha stirred a pot on the stove, she heard Mia’s small, sweet voice call out, “Mommy, can you help me with this?”

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, her hand pausing mid-motion. She turned to see Mia holding up her pencil with a confused expression, waiting for Natasha to come over. It took Natasha a moment to process what she had just heard. Mommy..Mia had called her mommy! The word hit Natasha like a wave, the weight of it filling her chest with a mix of emotions she wasn’t prepared for. She had been so focused on making sure the kids felt safe and loved that she hadn’t expected this moment hadn’t expected one of the children to call her by that name.

“Mommy?” Mia repeated, looking up at Natasha with wide, innocent eyes. Natasha blinked, quickly collecting herself and forcing a smile. “Of course, sweetheart..” she said, trying to keep her voice steady as she walked over to the table. She crouched down next to Mia and helped her with the drawing, but her mind was spinning, her heart filled with a mixture of joy and vulnerability.

You noticed the change in Natasha’s demeanor, how her eyes were a little brighter than usual, and you knew what had happened. You reached out, placing a comforting hand on Natasha’s arm and giving her an encouraging smile. Both of you had been waiting for this moment, and now that it had come, it was as overwhelming as it was beautiful. But the quiet joy of the moment didn’t last long. As Natasha returned to the stove, she heard the front door slam shut. Her heart sank, knowing that could only mean one thing. Lila was home.

You sighed, your expression growing more serious as you stood up. “Let me handle this.” you said quietly, knowing it would likely lead to another confrontation. Natasha looked at you sympathetically. “Do you want me to come with you?” she offered, knowing how difficult these moments were for you.

But you shook your head, determination in your eyes. “No, I need to do this.” you said gently. “She needs to know that I’m not going anywhere, no matter how much she tries to push me away.” Natasha nodded, watching you with a mix of admiration and concern as you left the kitchen and headed upstairs. She could hear the music blasting from Lila’s room, a clear sign that she was trying to shut out the world.

You knocked on Lila’s door and waited for a response that didn’t come. You took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside. Lila was sitting on her bed, earbuds in, her face set in a grim expression as she stared at her phone. She didn’t even look up as you entered. “Lila.” you began, your voice calm but firm. Lila didn’t react, her fingers angrily tapping on her phone as if to drown out your voice. You moved closer and gently placed a hand on Lila’s shoulder to get her attention.

“Lila, please.” you said, your voice softening. “Can we just talk?” In that moment, Lila exploded. She ripped the earbuds out of her ears and turned to you, her eyes blazing with anger. “leave me alone!” she snapped. “Stop pretending you care because we both know it’s not true!” You recoiled slightly, the words hitting you like a physical blow. But you didn’t back down. You had heard this before, you had felt the sting of Lila’s rejection countless times. But you weren’t going to give up, not now, not ever.

“That’s not true.” you said, your voice trembling but determined. “I care about you. We both do. And I’m not pretending. I want you to feel safe here, to know that this is your home.” Lila scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive posture. “Home? This isn’t my h-home. It’s just another place I’m stuck until you decide you don’t want me anymore..!” Your heart broke at Lila’s words, at the deep-seated pain and mistrust they revealed. You knew Lila had been through so much, that she had every reason to doubt the stability of her situation. But that didn’t make the words any less painful.

“That’s not going to happen.” you said, your voice filled with quiet resolve. “We’re not going to give up on you. No matter how hard it gets, no matter how much you try to push us away, we’re here. And we’re staying.” Lila’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising in frustration. “Why? Why do you even care? I’m just a burden to you, right? You’ve already got Jacob and Mia, so why do you even need me?” Lila finished, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

Your eyes filled with tears, but you fought to keep them from falling, refusing to show Lila just how much her words hurt. “Because you’re part of our family!” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “You, Jacob, and Mia, you’re all part of our family, and that means we love you, no matter what.” For a moment, Lila seemed to waver, her anger flickering as she looked into your eyes. But the years of pain and disappointment were too deep, too ingrained. She shook her head, her expression hardening again. “I don’t need your love..” she muttered, turning away from you. “Just leave me alone..please..”

You stood there for a long moment, your heart heavy with the weight of the conversation. You wanted so badly to reach Lila, to break through the walls she had built around herself. But you knew that it wouldn’t happen overnight. It would take time..time, patience, and a love that wouldn’t give up, no matter how much she resisted. Finally, you sighed and took a step back. “Alright.” you said quietly. “I’ll give you some space. But I want you to know that I’m here, whenever you’re ready.”

You turned and left the room, closing the door behind you with a soft click. As you made your way back downstairs, you felt the tears you had been holding back begin to fall. You quickly wiped them away, not wanting to break down in front of the children. When you returned to the kitchen, Natasha was waiting for you, her expression full of concern.

Without a word, she pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as the emotions of the day finally overwhelmed you. “You’re exactly what she needs, you know? She just doesn’t realize it yet. But she will, Y/n. I promise you, she will.” You clung to Natasha, finding strength in the quiet presence of your partner. Despite the challenges, despite the heartache, it was undeniably comforting to know that you weren’t facing this alone. You had each other, and that was enough to keep you going.

As the evening progressed, you both tried to push the tension aside and focus on the positive moments. Dinner passed quietly as Mia and Jacob chatted softly about their day at school. Mia, as always, was full of energy, telling stories about her friends and her new favorite game, while Jacob listened more than he spoke, but with a calmness that reassured you and Natasha that he was finding his way.

Lila, however, remained in her room, the door closed, shutting herself off from the world. Your heart ached every time you glanced down the hallway, wishing you could somehow reach through that door and pull Lila into the warmth of the family. But you knew it wasn’t that simple. Lila needed time, and more importantly, she needed to feel that she could come to you on her own terms.

After dinner, you and Natasha took the younger kids to bed. Mia was eager for her bedtime story, snuggling up to you with her favorite stuffed bear. As you read, her eyes slowly drifted shut, the words of the story lulling her into a peaceful sleep. Natasha tucked Jacob into bed, sitting with him for a few minutes as he quietly told her about a book he was reading. She listened attentively, offering encouragement and gentle advice, her heart swelling with pride as he began to open up more, sharing his thoughts and feelings in small but meaningful ways.

When the children were finally asleep, you and Natasha found yourselves alone in the living room, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of the floorboards or the distant hum of the refrigerator. You sat together on the couch, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders. Natasha wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. “You’re helping them more than you realize.” she murmured. “Just by being here, by being patient. They been through so much, and they had to protect themselves for so long. And Lila maybe doesn’t know how to let people in, but she will. She’s starting to see that we’re not going anywhere.”

You nodded, though the doubt still lingered in your heart. “I just wish I could do more.” you said quietly. “You’re doing everything you can.” Natasha reassured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And that’s enough. We’ll keep being there for her, for all of them. And one day, Lila will realize that she’s not alone anymore.” You closed your eyes and let yourself relax in Natasha’s embrace. “Thank you.” you whispered, your voice full of gratitude. “For being so strong, for holding us all together.”

Natasha smiled, her heart swelling with love for you. “We hold each other together.” she said gently. “We’re a team, Y/n. And nothing will change that.” As you sat there, wrapped up in each other, the weight of the day began to lift. The challenges you were facing were real, and there would be more difficult days ahead, but there was also hope..hope that your love and determination would be enough to carry you through.

5 months had passed since the Kids had come into your lives, and while some things had improved, others remained heartbreakingly stagnant. Jacob and Lila had gradually opened up to Natasha, and over time, both had begun to call her “Mom.” She had never imagined herself in this role, but now that she heard those words, everything felt so much more real. But you still found yourself on the outside. Mia had also completely bonded with you, with the same boundless affection she always showed. But Jacob and Lila had yet to overcome that final hurdle. They hadn’t opened up to you in the same way they had with Natasha, and every time they called her “Mom” without including you, it chipped away at your heart a little more.

You tried not to let it show, tried to stay strong and hopeful. You knew that these things took time, and you didn’t want to rush them. But as the days turned into weeks, the constant reminder of your position on the sidelines began to wear you down. In this fragile time, you received an unexpected call from Nick. You and Natasha had all but retired from active duty, focusing on raising your new family. You had only agreed to take on missions when absolutely necessary, when no one else could do the job. But this mission was one of those cases. Fury’s voice was firm, almost apologetic, as he explained the situation.

“I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.” Fury said over the secure line. “But this mission requires your particular set of skills. We need both of you.” You and Natasha exchanged a look, both feeling the weight of the request. You had built a new life, a stable life for your children, and the thought of leaving them, even temporarily, felt like tearing apart the foundation you had worked so hard to build.

“We have a family now, Nick.” Natasha said, her voice strained with frustration. “You know that. We can’t just drop everything and go on a mission.”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t critical, Natasha.” Fury responded, his tone serious. “I know this is hard, but you’re the best we have for this job. If there were another way, I’d take it.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, the pressure of the situation bearing down on you. You had always known that this was a possibility, that your previous lives as Avengers could come back at any time. But now, with your family still so fragile, it felt like the worst possible timing. “How long?” you asked, your voice tense with emotion.

“Two days.” Fury replied. “We’ll have everything you need at the Compound. The kids will be safe and well taken care of.”

After a tense moment of silence, Natasha finally spoke. "We need to talk to the kids about this." she said, her voice resigned. "But we’ll do it." You looked at Natasha, the silent communication between you carrying the weight of your decision. You didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to leave your children, especially not when things were still so uncertain. But you also understood your responsibility, the trust Fury had placed in you, and the greater good you had always fought for.

That evening, the family gathered around the dinner table, the usual chatter quieter than normal. The weight of the day hung in the air, and even Mia seemed to sense that something was different. You cleared your throat and exchanged a glance with Natasha before speaking. "Kids, we need to talk to you about something important."

Mia’s eyes lit up with curiosity, while Jacob and Lila looked up from their plates, their expressions more guarded. "We got a call today from work." Natasha continued, her voice calm but tinged with a slight hesitancy. "There are some things we need to take care of." Mia’s excitement was immediate. "Are we coming too?" she asked, her voice filled with childlike wonder.

Natasha smiled gently and shook her head. "Not quite. You will come to work with us, yes. But we have to do the rest ourselves. You’ll stay there while we’re away, and we’ll be back as soon as we can." Jacob’s face brightened at the mention of the Avengers Compound. "Will we see the Avengers? The compound?!"

Natasha nodded, her heart aching at the thought of leaving them behind. "Yes," she said. "and we’ll make sure you’re safe and well taken care of while we’re gone." But Lila’s reaction was immediate and hostile. Her fork clattered against the plate as she dropped it, and her expression hardened. "So you’re just going to leave us there?" she snapped, her voice filled with anger and fear. "What if you don’t come back? What if this is just another way to get rid of us?"

Your heart sank at Lila’s words, the familiar sting of her mistrust cutting deep. "Lila, that’s not true." you said gently, trying to keep your voice steady. "This is just for the mission. We will come back, I promise you." But Lila wasn’t having it. She pushed her chair back and stood up, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and betrayal. "That’s what you say now, but how do I know it’s true? You’re just like everyone else! Making promises you can’t keep."

Natasha reached out to Lila, her voice firm but gentle. "Lila, listen to me. We’re not like the people you’ve known before. We’re not going to leave you. This mission is something we have to do, but it’s just for two days. We will come back." Lila’s gaze fixed on Natasha, and for a moment, there was a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. When she finally did, her voice was quiet, almost trembling. "Mum, I don’t want you to go.."

The word hit Natasha like a blow to the chest. Lila had called her that a few times before, but the way she said it now, with such raw emotion, nearly broke her heart. Natasha wanted to hold her, to promise her that everything would be okay, but she knew it wasn’t that simple. You, standing beside Natasha, felt a sharp pang of pain. Lila had called Natasha "Mum" with such sincerity, and yet there was still a distance between her and you, a barrier that hadn’t been broken.

"We’ll come back, Lila." Natasha repeated, her voice firm but filled with emotion. "I promise you, we will come back." But Lila’s anger flared up again, defensive and protective of the wounds she still carried. "Promises mean nothing!" she snapped. "You’ll leave, and then you’ll realize you don’t want us anymore, and we’ll be right back where we started!"

Jacob and Mia watched in stunned silence, the tension at the table palpable. You felt the weight of the moment pressing down on you, the overwhelming feeling that no matter what you said, it wouldn’t be enough to ease Lila’s fears. She turned and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind her and leaving a heavy silence in her wake. You stood there, your heart breaking as you stared at the closed door. You felt Natasha’s hand on your shoulder, a silent reassurance, but it did little to ease the pain in your chest.

Mia, ever the optimist, broke the silence with her soft, hopeful voice. "You’ll come back, won’t you?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent. You forced a smile and knelt down to hug Mia tightly. "Yes, sweetheart." you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "We’ll come back. I promise." Jacob, still sitting, looked at Natasha with a mixture of trust and uncertainty. "And you’ll be okay, right?" Natasha nodded and gently ran her fingers through his hair. "We’ll be okay." she said softly. "And we’ll come back to you. To all of you."

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere remained tense, the shadow of the upcoming mission hanging over you all. Natasha and you tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but the weight of the situation was impossible to ignore. Later that night, as you got ready for bed, you could no longer hold back your tears. You sat on the edge of the bed, your shoulders shaking as the emotions of the day finally overwhelmed you.

Natasha sat beside you, wrapping her arms around you, holding you close as the tears began to flow. You leaned into Natasha, your head resting on her shoulder as you let out all the pain and frustration you had been holding inside. "I don’t know what to do.." you whispered, your voice trembling. "This mission..I’m so scared that we’ll lose everything we’ve worked so hard for." Natasha tightened her embrace, her heart aching for you. She knew how much you had invested in this family, how desperately you had tried to connect with everyone, to be the mother they needed. But she also knew that some wounds took time to heal, and especially Lila’s wounds were deep.

"We’re not going to lose this." Natasha said firmly, her voice full of determination. "We’ve worked too hard, and we’re not going to let this mission take that away from us." You sniffled and wiped your eyes, trying to steady yourself. "I just wish I knew how to get through to them." you whispered. "Lila’s starting to trust you, and that’s wonderful, but I feel like.." You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside you. "I want to believe in us." you said quietly. "But its so hard..."

Natasha kissed your forehead, her touch tender and soothing. "You don’t have to go through this alone." she whispered. "We’re a team, remember? We’ll get through this together." You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope in your chest. "I know." you whispered. "And I’m so grateful for you, Nat. I don’t know how I’d get through this without you."

Natasha smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You’d make it because you’re strong, stronger than you think. And we’ll make it through this, all of us, together." You sat there in silence for a while, holding each other close, finding comfort in the quiet strength of your bond. The challenges you were facing felt overwhelming, but there was a deep, unshakable love between you that kept you going.

After a while, Natasha spoke again, her voice gentle but resolute. "We need to talk to Fury before we leave." she said. "Make sure everything is set up for the kids while we’re gone. And we need to make it clear to him that this is the last time for a long time. Our family needs us here." You nodded, your resolve returning. "You’re right." you agreed. "This is the last time. We need to be here for the kids, especially now. They need to know they can rely on us."

"And they will." Natasha said, her voice firm. "We’ll do this mission, but after that, we’re done. Our family comes first." With that decision, you both felt a sense of calm settle over you. The upcoming mission still weighed heavily on you, but you now knew where your priorities lay, and you were ready to fight for what mattered most.

The next morning, you both rose early to make the final preparations. You called Fury and made it clear that this would be your last mission for the foreseeable future. Fury understood, and though his tone was brisk and professional, there was a note of respect in his voice. “We’ve got everything set up for you at the Compound.” Fury said. “And I’ll make sure the kids are well taken care of while you’re on the mission. Maria has come forward to take care of them."

With heavy hearts, you and Natasha packed your bags, the reality of leaving your children, even temporarily, weighing heavily on you. But you proceeded with a clear goal in mind, the knowledge that this step was necessary to ensure the safety and protection of the world, a world you wanted to safeguard for your children. Before you left, you gathered the children in the living room. Lila sat on the edge of the sofa, her expression wary, while Jacob and Mia sat close to their parents, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. Maria already waiting for them.

Natasha knelt in front of them, her voice calm and steady. “We’re leaving now.” she said, her heart aching as she looked into their eyes. “But we’ll be back soon. While we’re gone, you’ll be safe at the Compound, and you’ll have everything you need.” You reached out and gently touched Lila’s arm, your voice soft. “Lila, I know this is hard, but we will come back. We promised you, and we’re going to keep that promise.”

Lila didn’t respond immediately, her eyes focused on the floor. But when she finally looked up, there was a faint glimmer of something in her expression, something you couldn’t quite decipher. “Be careful, please.." Lila murmured, her voice barely audible.

Natasha smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. “We will.” she promised. Mia, always a bright light, hugged both Natasha and you tightly. “Don’t forget us!” she whispered earnestly. “Never.” you whispered back, your voice full of love. Jacob, who had been quiet until then, finally spoke up. “I’ll take care of them, mum.” he said seriously, his small face determined. “I’ll make sure they’re okay.” Natasha felt her heart swell with pride as she ran a hand through Jacob’s hair. “I know you will, buddy.” she said softly. “You’re so brave.”

After a final round of hugs, Natasha and you stood up, ready to go. You looked at your children, your family knowing that you were leaving behind what was most important to you. But you also knew that you would return. As you walked out the door, you glanced back one last time, your heart heavy but resolute. Lila stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression. You wanted to run back, to tell her again how much you loved her, how much you would miss her, but you knew this was a moment Lila needed to process on her own.

Natasha and you got into the car, your hands finding each other as you drove away from the house. The upcoming mission was crucial, but equally important was the promise you had made to yourselves, to each other, and to your children. You would come back. And when you did, you would continue to fight for your family, no matter how difficult it became.

The mission briefing was straightforward but dangerous. A covert Hydra base had been discovered in the heart of the city, suspected of holding critical information about upcoming terrorist attacks. Natasha and you were assigned to infiltrate the base while Steve and Bruce took care of the outside world. On paper, it was simple, but both of you knew how quickly things could go wrong.

Natasha glanced over at you, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow. "We can do this. One last time." You met her gaze and forced yourself to smile confidently. "I’ve got your back, Nat. Always." Natasha shook her head, though the worry didn’t leave her eyes. "Just stay close. We go in, we go out. No unnecessary risks." You knew what she was really saying: Don’t be a hero. But that was easier said than done when it came to Natasha. You’d do anything to protect her, even if it meant putting yourself in danger.

The Quinjet landed on a rooftop a few blocks from the Hydra base. The city was always quiet, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and occasional gusts of wind. Natasha led the way, moving with the silent grace of a predator, and you followed closely behind her. You descended a fire escape and disappeared into the shadows as you approached the building. The Hydra base was hidden beneath an abandoned warehouse, a perfect cover in a city full of forgotten buildings. Natasha scanned the area, her sharp eyes catching the faint glow of surveillance cameras hidden in the corners. She signaled to you, and you nodded in understanding. You had to be quick and silent, any alarm would mean a swarm of armed Hydra agents descending upon you.

With her Widow’s Bite, Natasha disabled the cameras one by one, clearing a path to the entrance. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached, the weight of the mission heavy on you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that you were walking into a trap. But you pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand. You reached the entrance, a steel door with a biometric lock. Natasha pulled a small device from her belt, attached it to the lock, and watched as it began bypassing the security system. The seconds dragged on, each one filled with the suffocating silence of anticipation. Finally, the device beeped, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.

You slipped inside, the darkness of the corridor swallowing you whole. Natasha led the way, her senses on high alert as you navigated the labyrinthine interior of the base. The air was thick with tension, every step bringing you closer to the heart of the Hydra operation. You reached a large, dimly lit room filled with computer terminals and stacks of documents. Natasha’s eyes locked onto the central console, where a data drive was inserted. "This is it." she whispered.

Your grip on your weapon as you positioned yourself by the door. Natasha moved quickly, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she initiated the data transfer. The seconds ticked by, each one a small victory as the progress bar crept closer to completion. But just as the transfer was nearly finished, your worst fear came true. The door to the room burst open, and a group of Hydra agents stormed in with weapons raised. You reacted instinctively, firing a shot that took down the lead agent before he could pull the trigger. Chaos erupted in the room, bullets flying as the two of you fought for your lives.

"Nat, we have to fall back!" you shouted over the noise, your voice laced with desperation. But Natasha was focused, too focused, her eyes locked on the last remaining agent standing between you and the exit. She went in for the kill, but in that split second, everything went wrong. The agent, a hulking figure with a cruel grin, raised his weapon and aimed directly at Natasha. Time seemed to slow as you recognized the danger. Without thinking, you threw yourself in front of her, your body acting on pure instinct. The gun fired, the noise deafening in the enclosed space.

The sharp crack of gunfire echoed in Natasha’s ears, a sound she had heard countless times before, but never with such devastating clarity. It was as if the world had frozen, everything narrowing down to that one terrible moment as you threw yourself in front of the bullets meant for Natasha. The world around her dissolved into chaos. She barely registered what she was doing as she took down the last enemies, her body moving on autopilot, but her mind was solely focused on the woman lying in a growing pool of blood.

"Y/n!!" Natasha’s voice was a rough, tortured cry that echoed off the cold metal walls of the base. She dropped to her knees beside you, her hands trembling as they hovered over your body, unsure where to touch, where to press, where to begin mending what had been so horribly destroyed. Blood. So much blood. It stained your clothes, your skin, and Natasha’s hands as she finally pressed down on the gunshot wounds, trying to staunch the unrelenting flow. The blood was warm, sticky, seeping through Natasha’s fingers no matter how hard she pressed, and it filled her with a fear she had never known before.

"Why did you do that?!" Natasha’s voice quivered with a mix of anger and despair, her green eyes blazing as they met yours. "I told you to be careful! Why didn’t you listen to me!" Your breathing was shallow, each breath a painful struggle. Your face was pale, your eyes glassy as you looked up at Natasha, a gentle, sad smile playing on your lips. "I couldn’t… let him.." you whispered, your voice weak but resolute. "I had to protect you."

Natasha’s heart clenched painfully in her chest, a sob threatening to break free as she pressed harder on the wounds, desperately trying to stop the blood, trying to keep your life from slipping through her fingers. "You’re an idiot!" she choked out, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood on her hands. "You stupid idiot. You should have let-" She cut herself off, her throat closing up as the truth hit her like a sledgehammer. She had failed. She had failed to protect the woman she loved more than anything in this world.

Your hand, trembling and weak, reached to Natasha’s hands, "Don’t blame yourself.." you whispered, your voice barely a shadow of its former strength. "You couldn’t have known..Please, don’t blame yourself."

But Natasha couldn’t hear you, not over the deafening roar of her own guilt. She reached for her radio, her hands slick with blood as she brought the device to her lips. "I need a MedEvac now!" she called out, her voice breaking with desperation. "She’s been shot- two bullets to the chest, she’s losing too much blood!" She dropped the radio, her hands returning to your wounds, pressing down with all her might, even though she knew it wasn’t enough. She could feel your life slipping away, like sand through her fingers, and it was tearing her apart.

Your hand, weak but determined, found its way to your chest, pressing against one of the gunshot wounds. Your fingers came back bloody, and you stared at them, a strange sense of calm washing over you. "It’s..a lot.." you murmured, almost to yourself, your voice distant, as if you were already slipping away. "Don’t look." Natasha pleaded, her voice shaking as she gently took your hand and pulled it away from the wound. "Don’t look, just focus on me. Look at me, Y/n."

Your eyes flickered back to Natasha, your gaze softening as you saw the tear-streaked face of your wife. "Nat..it’s okay." you whispered, your voice growing weaker with every word. "I love you..I love our kids..Tell th-"

"Stop it." Natasha snapped, her voice hardening with a desperation that bordered on hysteria. "You’re going to tell them yourself. You’re going to be fine. We’re going to go home, and you’re going to see them. You’re going to hold them in your arms, and you’re going to be fine. Do you hear me? You’re going to be fine!" Your eyes grew heavy, the pain and exhaustion too much to fight against. But you could still hear Natasha’s voice, that beautiful, strong voice that had always made you feel safe.

Natasha had to keep you awake. She had to make you talk, keep you focused, keep you alive. "The Kids are waiting for us." Natasha began, her voice trembling but determined. "Mia..shes probably drawing on the walls, and lets Maria wipe it away.." Natasha continued, forcing a smile despite the tears streaming down her face. "She never listens when it comes to her art. And Jacob..he’s probably curled up in that old chair, reading another one of his books. He’s so thoughtful, so kind. Just like you"

Your lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile, your eyelids fluttering as you struggled to stay awake. "Lila’s probably got her headphones on, blasting that awful music she’s into these days.." Natasha said, trying to keep her voice light even as her heart shattered with every passing second. "She thinks it’s cool, even though it drives us all crazy. But she’s strong, just like you. She’ll be okay."

You managed a weak chuckle, but it quickly turned into a wince of pain. Natasha’s grip on your hand tightened, her other hand still pressing desperately against your wound. "Natasha, I’m so..proud of them.. proud of you.."

"And I’m proud of you." Natasha whispered back, her voice cracking as she leaned closer, her forehead resting gently against yours. "You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known, Y/n. You’re going to get through this. You have to." But despite her words, she could feel your life slipping away, your breaths becoming shallower, your skin growing colder. Panic clawed at her insides, a deep, primal fear that she had never felt before. "Stay with me!" she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please, stay with me. I can’t lose you. I can’t do this without you!"

Your eyes opened one last time, meeting Natasha’s gaze with a softness that broke her heart. "I love you." you whispered, your voice so faint it was almost lost in the air. "I’m sorry..I couldn’t-"

"Please, no." she whispered, her voice choked with sobs as she held you close, her tears mixing with the blood that stained both of you. "Don’t leave me, Y/n. Please…" The world seemed to narrow down to the sound of Natasha's frantic breathing, the steady dripping of blood on the floor, and your weakening heartbeat that she felt under her trembling hands. The walls of the Hydra base seemed to close in around her, the oppressive silence only broken by the distant echoes of their previous fight.

But then, there was sudden movement, heavy footsteps echoed on the concrete floor, voices shouting commands. The door to the room flew open, and Natasha barely registered who it was until she heard Bruce's voice. "Natasha! Step aside, let me through!" Bruce's voice was firm, but there was an urgency in it that Natasha had never heard before.

Natasha didn't want to let you go, couldn't let you go but she forced herself to move just enough to allow Bruce to kneel beside you, his first-aid kit already in hand. His face was hardened with determination as he quickly examined your wounds. His eyes met Natasha's for a brief moment, filled with something she couldn't name and didn't want to name. "This doesn't look good.." Bruce muttered quietly as he pulled out an improvised bandage and pressed it firmly against the wounds to stop the blood flow. You groaned in pain, your body jerking under his hands.

"Stay with us, Y/n.." Bruce said, his voice deep and calm, though Natasha could hear the pressure beneath it. "I need you here, okay? I'll do everything I can, but you need to hold on." Steve appeared in the doorway, his faces serious and tense as he took in the situation. Steve acted quickly, his gaze hardening as he recognized the severity of your injuries. "We need to get her out of here, immediately." he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Steve, be careful." Natasha warned, her voice laced with fear as she watched him kneel beside you. She knew what needed to be done, but the thought of you being moved, the pain it would cause you, made her stomach twist with anxiety. Bruce looked up at Steve, his face grave. "I've managed to slow the bleeding, but it's not enough. We need to get her to the Quinjet quickly, she doesn't have much time left."

Steve nodded, his jaw clenched as he carefully slipped his arms under your limp body. The moment he lifted you, your eyes shot open, and a blood-curdling scream escaped your throat, raw and filled with agony. Your hands clawed at Steve's arms, your fingers digging in as the pain shot through your body like fire.

"I know it hurts." Steve said, his voice strained as he tried to keep you calm. "But we have to move you. We have to get you to the jet." Natasha was immediately by your side, her hands reaching for yours, her voice soft and soothing as she tried to calm you. "I'm here, Malysh. I'm here. Hold on, okay? Focus on my voice. We're getting you out of here."

Your eyes were wide with pain, your breaths coming in short, gasping bursts as Steve carried you toward the exit. Natasha kept pace beside you, her heart breaking at every tortured sound that escaped your lips. "Think of the kids, Y/n." Natasha murmured, her voice trembling but determined. "Lila, Mia, and Jacob, they're waiting for us. We're going home to them. You just have to hold on a little longer."

Your grip on Natasha's hand tightened, your eyes finding hers as if drawing strength from her words. "I'm..I'm trying," you gasped, your voice barely audible, but Natasha could hear the desperation, the fear. "You're doing so well, baby.." Natasha whispered, her own voice breaking. "You're so strong. Just a little bit more, I promise. We're almost there."

The Quinjet came into view, the cargo door already open, and Bruce was shouting instructions to Sam, who was preparing the medical area for emergency treatment. Steve moved as quickly as he could, his face set in determination, while your blood soaked through his uniform. Natasha stayed close to you, her hand never leaving yours, her voice a steady stream of reassurance even as her own fear threatened to choke her. "We're almost there. Just a few more steps."

Your eyes fluttered, your strength fading fast as Steve carried you up the ramp into the jet. As soon as they were inside, Bruce was there, helping Steve to gently lay you on the medical bed. The moment your back touched the bed, you screamed again, your body convulsing with pain.

Bruce moved with controlled urgency, his hands flying over the medical equipment as the jet's engines roared to life. "We need to stabilize her." he said, more to himself than the others. He inserted an IV, pumping fluids into your body to counter the blood loss. "Her pulse is weak, Natasha, keep talking to her. Don't let her drift away."

Natasha nodded, her tears flowing freely now as she leaned over you, her lips close to your ear. "You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you. Keep your eyes on me, okay? Just look at me." Your eyes fluttered open, glassy with pain, but you managed to focus on Natasha, your lips trembling as you tried to speak. "I..love you.." you whispered, your voice so weak that Natasha had to strain to hear it.

"I love you too." Natasha whispered back, her heart breaking at the sight of your pale, bloodless face. "So much. You're going to be okay. You have to be okay." But even as she spoke, Natasha could see the life fading from your eyes, your body growing colder under her touch. And then, in a moment that would haunt Natasha forever, your eyes rolled back, and the heart monitor emitted a long, shrill beep.

"Y-Y/n?" Natasha's voice was a broken whisper, her hands shaking as she shook your lifeless body. "No, no, no..Bruce do something!" He was already moving, his face pale as he grabbed the defibrillator paddles. "We're losing her! Clear!" The shock jolted your body, but the heart monitor remained flat, its unbroken tone slicing through the air like a knife. Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her entire body filled with cold terror. "No! You can't leave me! You can't leave me!"

Bruce pressed the paddles to your chest again, his voice tight with concentration. "Clear!" Your body convulsed with the shock, but still nothing. Natasha felt something inside her break, her knees giving out as she clung to your hand, her tears falling onto your still, lifeless body. "Don't do this!" Natasha sobbed, her voice breaking. "Please..I can't lose you. I need you!"

Bruce was relentless, refusing to give up as he administered another shock. "Come on, Y/n!" he muttered through gritted teeth. "Come on." Ad then, like a miracle, there was a flicker on the monitor..a weak but present heartbeat. Natasha's breath caught, hope flooding her like a wave. Bruce immediately switched tactics, working quickly to stabilize you, his hands moving with a speed that only came from years of practice.

"She's back.." Bruce said, his voice trembling with relief but also with the realization of how fragile this life still was. "But she's not out of the woods yet. We need to get her to the MedBay immediately." The Quinjet accelerated to full speed, racing toward Avengers Compound. Natasha stayed by your side the entire time, her hand gripping yours so tightly her knuckles turned white. "You can't do this to me again, you hear me?" she whispered urgently, as tears continued to stream down her face. "Do you hear me, Y/n! You can't leave me."

Natasha held on to the faint pulse under her fingers, to the fragile heartbeat that was all that kept her world from completely shattering. The flight back to the Compound felt like an eternity, every second stretching out as Natasha watched Bruce work, her heart heavy as a stone in her chest. But she refused to let you go, refused to let you slip away again. She kept talking to you, whispering promises, clinging to the hope that somehow, someway, they would make it through this. The Quinjet landed with a jolt on the grounds of the Compound, the ramp lowering before the engines had fully powered down. Natasha didn't wait for the jet to come to a complete stop, she was on her feet immediately, running alongside the gurney where you lay, pale and motionless, as Bruce and a team of medics rushed you into the medical wing.

The blood seeping through the hastily applied bandages was a constant reminder of the bullets that had torn through your body. Natasha's hands were still stained with that blood, her mind fogged with fear and despair as she clung to the edge of the gurney, her eyes never leaving your face for a moment.

The medics burst through the doors of the medical wing, but in that moment, Natasha's breath caught. In the hallway, eyes wide with fear and horror, stood her children. Lila, Jacob, and Mia. They were supposed to be with Maria! Safe and far away from the nightmare that was unfolding. But there they were, huddled together, their faces pale with fear and confusion. They must have sensed that something was wrong, must have noticed the change in the air when the Quinjet landed.

“Mom!” called Lila, her voice cracking under the weight of fear and anger. “What happened?? Is Y/n okay??” Jacob clung Lilas arm, his face contorted with worry. “Why is there so much blood?” he asked, his voice trembling. “What happened to her?” Mia, held onto Lila's other arm, her big eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Natasha. “Why are there so many poeple?” she whispered, her voice small and full of fear. Natasha's heart broke at the sight of the Kids, standing there so vulnerable and scared. This was the last thing she wanted..that they had to see you like this, that they had to be exposed to this kind of fear. She wanted to protect them, to shield them from the harsh realities of the life she led, but there was no time to think, no time to find the right words.

The medics paused for a brief moment, a fleeting second, as they maneuvered the gurney through the door. In that instant, the Kids saw you, your ashen face, the blood-soaked bandages, the way your body lay motionless and lifeless. It was only a brief moment, but it was enough. Mia let out a small, sharp cry. She turns to Lila's to press her face into hers and Jacob's eyes widened, his grip on Lila's arm tightened until his knuckles turned white. Even Lila, who was trying so hard to be brave, took a step back, her face drained of all color.

“oh my god, what happened?!” Lila asked, her voice rising in panic. “Why does she look like that? What’s going on?” Natasha felt her throat tighten, her breath catching in her chest. She needed to be with you, needed to be by your side as the doctors fought for your life. But she couldn’t leave the kids like this, couldn’t just walk away without giving them some kind of explanation, some kind of comfort. She knelt in front of them, her hands reaching out to pull them close. “Listen to me.” she said, her voice trembling with the effort to stay calm. “Y/n..she's very badly hurt, but the doctors are going to do everything they can to help her. You need to stay with Maria now, okay? I have to be with her.”

Mia's tears spilled over, her little hands clutching at Natasha's suit. “But why did she get hurt?" Jacob was crying now too, silent tears streaming down his face as he shook his head. “I don’t want her to die, mum. I don’t want her to die..” Lila, her face pale and drawn, looked up at Natasha, her eyes a mixture of fear and anger. “She won't, will she?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Why did this even happen to her and not to you?”

The question hit Natasha like a physical blow, the guilt she had been trying to suppress rising up and choking her. How could she explain this? How could she make them understand that you had taken those bullets for them, that she had made the ultimate sacrifice because she believed they needed Natasha more? But there was no time. The medics began to move again, pushing the gurney through the doors and out of sight. Natasha’s heart twisted painfully as she looked at her children, their tear-streaked faces filled with confusion and fear.

“I promise I’ll explain everything.” Natasha whispered, her voice thick with tears. “But right now, I have to be with her. Please..please stay with Maria. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” She pulled back a little and looked directly at Lila, who was trying so hard to hold it together. “Lila.” she said, her voice firm but full of urgency, “I need you to be strong now. Your brother and sister are going to need you. I need you to take care of them while I’m with Y/n. Can you do that for me?”

Lila’s eyes widened, the weight of what Natasha was asking settling on her young shoulders. She hesitated, fear and uncertainty flashing in her eyes, but then she nodded, her jaw setting in determination. “I can do it.” she said, her voice steady despite the tears she was fighting back. “I’ll take care of them.” Natasha reached out, cupping her face with one hand, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Thank you." She whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I trust you, Lila. I need to know they’re safe with you.”

Lila nodded again, this time more decisively, and took Jacob and Mia’s hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “We’ll be okay, Mom. You go take care of Y/n.” Natasha swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.” she promised, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads. “I love you all so much.” With that, she forced herself to turn away, even though every instinct screamed at her to stay with them, to hold them until the fear subsided. But she couldn’t. She had to be with you, had to be there while the doctors fought for your life. She hurried after the medics, her heart pounding in her chest as she rushed through the doors of the medical wing, leaving her children behind, their tearful eyes searing into her memory.

[raribella]

Love is Embarrassing | JJ Maybank

summary: although JJ had promised your brother he wouldn’t ever hurt you, you saw him kissing Kie while you were on a break.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: emotionally heavy anst, fluff in the end

contains: reader being a real bitch, mentions of Luke and parental abuse, inspired by some songs in the album “GUTS” by Olivia Rodrigo, kinda shitty ending but let me know.

word count: 2,7k

author’s note: alright I know I’ve been MIA and a bitch and I haven’t posted anything in months (worse if you see how much stuff is on my “upcoming works” section), but I’ve just had a lot of ideas, little time and little confidence to write. one of my best friends just showed me obx and I’m in love with this blonde and I got (I think) a spoiler about him and Kie and I just had to do something with my feelings.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

“If I fuck up with her that might as well be the last thing I do in my life, John B! I mean it!”

the words that JJ heatedly uttered to your twin brother the day he found out about the two of you were repeating over and over in your head right now. You remembered it all too well; John B was seething, absolutely pissed, seeing red. You and JJ Maybank knew each other for as long as he and your brother were best friends, when you turned 14, he declared to all the Pogues that you were off limits, and about two months ago, you and JJ started seeing each other. One month into it and JB discovered you, which was easy considering JJ already spent most of his time with both of you at the Chateau. JJ promised his best friend that he wouldn’t fuck up with you because two things mattered the most for him in this life; their friendship, and yourself.

But as of lately, he was having some problems with Luke and he asked for some time “out” so he could figure his shit out without involving or hurting you and you disagreed but you’d do pretty much anything in this world for this man so you decided to say yes.

To his bullshit.

Bullshit, you figured out about half an hour ago, when you heard a confusing conversation between him and Kiara – the perfect one – and when you went outside to track the noise, you saw them kissing.

You were fifteen minutes late to leave for the weekly kegger and you forced yourself to lock yourself in the bathroom and call in sick – because that you were, and you wouldn’t handle being out partying and pretending like seeing the kooks, and seeing them two wouldn’t make you feel the same type of nausea at this moment.

Sarah was the third person to try and make you get out of the bathroom. The first being your brother and the second, Pope. Although you were thankful neither JJ nor Kie had tried to talk to you, when you heard your best friend’s voice, you were actually starting to feel sick, you were having a migraine from holding tears up, and you were sweating.

“Y/n, come on! You were so excited to come not even an hour ago, we’re already late and I don’t see why wouldn’t you want to come”

Your vision was blurry as you palmed the door and laid your forehead on it. Sarah realized that you really weren’t coming when she heard your voice crack.

“Sarah please, just, go on out without me this one time, I need not to be there right now and I also need to be alone please don’t ask me questions I can’t handle to answer you this moment I promise-“

As you rambled, she frowned from the other side of the door. Making sure to get everyone to leave for the Kegger, to try and remember asking you about this later on, and to reassure John B that you were actually okay.

You’ve been successfully avoiding JJ for about two weeks now. It started with enough discretion, allegedly going to the bathroom every time he entered a room, or offering everyone any snacks you would spend too much time preparing in the kitchen. For him, it started getting obvious when you looked the other way when he looked at you at the beach, or when you refused to surf and, as of recently, started slamming the doors on him. JJ was getting pissed at this rate. He started by simply frowning and brushing it off, but you couldn’t just keep slamming doors and not even looking at him, and if everyone else noticed, they just wouldn’t budge! The worst part is that he didn’t know what had happened nor if he could fix it. You understood him when he told you he needed time to figure out some stuff with Luke, but the truth was he was still very much freaked out about that. He still loved you, and he couldn’t afford to see you like this anymore, especially when such behavior was being directed at him. JJ missed you. Even if he couldn’t really figure his shit out, he missed you screaming at the top of your lungs as you entered the sea, he missed your smile, your laidback grin that he was the only receiver of, he missed your colorful bikinis, and how they embraced your features as you would jump onto every wooden swing near the shore, your curly hair flying everywhere filled with salt spray. He just missed you, the real you. And he had to talk to you to see if there was even a chance that he could get you back.

You, on the other hand, kept avoiding the questioning looks the pogues would send you every time you were harsh or avoidant at JJ, your brother even attempted to talk to you, silently, just with glances, and figure out if his best friend had hurt you. But even if he did, it only hurt because you loved him too much, and you decided it was best to protect him from John B’s wrath. You felt embarrassed whenever Kiara questioned you with her eyes as well; you felt embarrassed to be near her. You kept crucifying yourself and both her and JJ because of everything, often zoning out of the conversation and just bitterly reminiscing about the times you consoled your boyfriend as he cried late at night in your room, being gentle with his bruises. – thinking how could you be so stupid? giving up everything, betting on him against your brother’s better judgment. You kept paying attention to Kie and how, since that day, she looked like the sweetest thing of the Cut, the fucking hell-side of the island. Her perfume lingered in the air even at the beach and made you feel sick; you saw her everywhere now, even when you looked at him. You saw the scene of them kissing. Feeling every word she would utter toward you in conversation like bullets on your skin. As it was torture how she was the greatest thing to ever exist – how everyone loved her, how she was so much better than you; poisoning everything that you do and still being the sweetest friend, making you despise how rotten your mind was; how jealous your eyes were.

You were bottled up to the brim.

It started out simple enough. JJ had noticed everyone was doing their own thing at the Chateau; John B was absent for the time being, and you were alone on the couch, fidgeting, focused on whatever. It seemed like the perfect window to try and have an actual conversation about what’s been happening. He just didn’t expect it all to escalate so quickly. He didn’t expect you to have seen a part of his conversation with Kiara about his dad – but not everything, not the ending. – He hadn’t expected a conversation with you of all people to become a bomb with a short fuse that would explode into feelings tainted crimson. watching you bleed, making him bleed all over for you.

"Pogues don't mack on pogues, y/n! this shit freaked me out, your brother finding out freaked me out, yeah, even if he’s my best friend and I was afraid that-”

“Oh, so you go ‘round and fucking get with Kiara?! this is fucking bullshit, JJ! bullshit-

“Y/n, listen to me!”

You both were screaming, Kie’s eyes went wide as she tried calling your name as well but you had already started crying and couldn’t pay attention to anyone but him. At this point, as John B arrived at the Chateau and followed the noise, the people around you calming you down couldn’t be sure if they were afraid of his arrival or actually relieved. You kept interrupting each other. JJ pulled his hair and you pointed at yourself and to your side – as if Kiara was still there – strength marking red fingertips above your chest.

“‘Cause she’s not even a real pogue, right?! that’s why you got so confident about it, huh?”

it was almost as if the room went silent. Kiara decided to step outside to give you space; to take a moment to breathe in and take notice that you didn’t mean that. She was sure you didn’t. The rest of the group started to move aside as well although they could obviously still hear the commotion. Only you, John B, and JJ were in the living room. Your brother grabbed your shoulders from behind trying to ground you in any way he could, JJ growing nervous at the rate of the conversation and his friend’s presence.

You looked into his eyes and it was as if the blue in them was slowly fading, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth twisted in a clearly upset frown. As tears stained your cheeks, pride still overpowering your shame and feelings pent up, you started with more meaningless empty jabs, which, said angrily enough, would only make JJ bleed more as he fell silent himself.

“I really loved you, you know? You gotta laugh at the stupidity.. right? Come on you were going around doing that shit and I swear JJ I used to think was really smart… I was just a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill for you, tho… best friend’s little twin… ridiculous.”

At that, John B diverted his attention toward his friend with stern questioning eyes. JJ gulped.

“Look, man I just really need to talk to her and explain myself, ‘aight? I didn’t do what- Things are really not what they seem right now and I need her to-“

“Fuck, JJ, that’s bullshit! How can you not even flinch when you fucking lie like that! Things are just like what they seem you never even fucking loved me! You can’t love anyone, ‘cause that would mean you had a heart, right? But you’re a fucking Maybank! And I really tried to help you out all this time but now I know that I can’t!”

You were calming down, but exploded again, as the words left your mouth though, you started regretting them, the most deeply someone could ever regret anything maybe, worsening by the second as you saw the man you still loved muttering a small “no”, cracking at your words and shedding a tear. As Kiara heard what you said from the outside, she didn’t even think before bursting into the house again, turning every head in her direction.

“Y/n you’re spiraling and you’re saying things you’ll fucking regret! I kissed him, alright?! This is my fault. He stopped me, he loves you and he wouldn’t do that, okay?”

Though the words she was muttering were calming you down, she was calling you out, she was absolutely mad at what you said about JJ’s father because she had context and it was really fucked up. You felt small.

“Kiss?!” John B asked, his eyebrows shooting up. It wasn’t his intention to aggravate the situation but it was his little sister involved. JJ tried to start talking and explain the situation – which Kiara had left him to, but he could really only think about one thing.

“I- uh… did you mean it? What you said.”

JJ rarely expressed any sign of vulnerability, so as his voice broke, you felt like your heart did too, rushing to explain yourself now, and trying to get closer to him.

“I didn’t mean it, J, I really didn’t! God, I don’t even know how you can still even look at me right now I’m so sorry I was just so fucking broken at the idea of you che- of losing you, and I- I thought you had found someone else and I damn near started world war III right now and it’s just because I love you so much and I know you don’t deserve another fucked up demonstration of love, you deserve to feel so good, Jay, and I’m really sorry, I love you so so much, and I will understand if you never-“

You were interrupted by the shock of his own body against yours. The both of you were panting, crying, completely tired sighs leaving each mouth as if this was all going on for days and you were so hurt, yet needing each other so much. John B and Kiara were ‘okay’ enough with the newfound situation to leave you both to your own devices again, and you just clung to one another, sitting on the floor for what felt like hours until he decided to speak again.

“Y/n… I asked for us to take some time because it was becoming too real, y’know? What we felt for each other.. it was, touchable- it is. And when everyone else found out, and then John B… You know I don’t talk about this usually, not with anyone but you, but I didn’t want my dad to find out about us, to find out about you. I don’t want him knowing what you are for me I don’t want him knowing that laying a single finger on you can be worse than any punch he could throw my way. And I wanted to figure this out without you knowing about it because you’d say it’s fine, and I-“

As your mind processes his words, you start to think how in the world you got a man whose the first concern about a monster of a father would be you. How could you deserve it, especially after what you had insinuated about him. “It is! It’s fine, honey, we can-“

“No, y/n it’s not fine because I don’t ever want you to even worry your pretty little head about a situation like that, y’know? And It’s not fine because the pogues are my family and the love I feel for you, if anything would happen to you because of him I’ll be damned, damned, and in jail for murder, you can trust me I will.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. All you could do was keep the hold you had on each other, slightly caressing his head.

“Since I didn’t want you to know about it, I went to Kie, that night of the Kegger, and she tried to help me and she said she loved me and I did too but then she kissed me and I assume it’s what you saw but I did step back, I promise! I told her off… Y/n I told your brother that if I intentionally hurt you, if I fucked up with you like this then that might as well be the last thing I did in my life and I mean it. I love you so much, little Routledge, and I’m all in now. We can figure shit out as we go but as long as we have each other, okay?”

As JJ spoke, he held your hands, reassuring you at the end. Hours had passed ever since you started talking, so when the pogues felt everything was calmer they decided to go back in the house slowly – figure out how you were, what were the plans for the night.

“Do you really forgive me for what I said? I will understand, J, I’m so, so sorry, I love you so much” You touched your forehead with his, and JJ sighed, shaking his head slightly. “I love you. I love you, y/n… can’t be without you.”

And as you both kissed each other as if you were making up for ages lost, Sarah smiled at the corner of the room, John B interrupting the show. “Come on with the PDA, love birds… What are we doing tonight, then?” He half-heartedly scolded as you got up, hand glued to the blonde's. You let out a big sigh again, before brushing them off with an honest, but half-assed excuse, already making the way to your room.

“I mean, you could go to Heyward’s… I think we’ll just lie down a bit.. ‘twas kinda draining…” you saw a bunch of side smiles as the group left through the door, Sarah grinned, letting out a puff of air through her nose, and when Pope went to close the door, he screamed back in the direction of your room, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” which earned a scream back from an already lying down JJ, “might as well not do anything!” and for the first time in a while, you laughed, making your way to lie on top of him, his embrace being all you needed.

“You know… we could go out to surf tomorrow,” he offered, still missing the sight of a happy you, your bikini, and the ocean.

“First thing in the morning.” You answered.

[pynkgothicka]

Ｂｅａｓｔ Ｍｉｇｕｅｌ ｏ＇Ｈａｒａ

Synopsis - After you sister leaves you to hang with your boss, both his and your lives becoming a waking nightmare

Pairing - Yandere! Miguel o’Hara x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Jessica Drew but the black version cause I luv black women

Tags and Warnings - Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence towards reader

Authors Note - I LUV HIM SM MY GOD. I HADDD TO WRITE SOMETHING. Also I believe this contains slight spoilers??? I think???

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Jess! Are you sure it's okay that I'm here? I'm not really spider-like.” You followed behind your sister, her afro swinging as she walked. You fiddled with the band she gave you in order to keep you from glitching out.

It was all so casual, and almost everyone greeted her. The architecture was other worldy, almost only to benefit the inhabitants. Speaking of, there was many, too many to count. 2D, 3D, Male, Female, Pigs, Horses, Cats, almost anything imaginable.

While you looked at it all in amazement, they all looked at you, and gave you dirty and worried looks. At least thats what it looked like under their masks.

“Oh Miguel won't like this…”

“I didn't know they allowed just anyone up here?”

“I mean Peter B brings his daughter so I guess it's a pass."

“I just know Miguel doesn't like anything new. He might bare his fangs or something. You know that guy and sacre tactics.”

You shuddered at the way they spoke of this Miguel guy. But you kept following behind Jessica until she came to a huge hatch, in which opened up on her walking up.

“Miguel!”

“What do you need Jessica, aren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I do, but I need you to do a favor!” Jessica yelled, shoving your shoulder to push you ahead. “My sister is visiting from college in my dimension. I need someone to watch over her and I trust you'll do that without letting her get hurt.”

You finally looked up seeing a sharp jawed man looking down at you. His spider suit glew a dark blue with bright red highlights. His brown hair was pushed back, framing his face perfectly. Not only that, but he was huge, built like a giant.

He came down from his workspace, now closer to you than ever. His chest was too your face and you had to look up too look at him. He seemingly almost over analyzed you, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Fine. Just go handle the situation.”

Jessica raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Fine? Just fine? You usually aren't just okay with this type of stuff. You sur-”

“Your questioning my decisions?” Miguel said his stature becoming stiff, seemingly fed up with her constant questioning.

“No… just wondering. Don't have too much fun you two.” Jessica said giving you a small hug before walking off. As the hatch door closed, Miguel's hand went to your back, ushering you to walk with him.

“I'll give you a chair so you can stay within my sight. I don't want to lose you.” You nodded, watching as he turned away from you, going back to his work. A chair was pushed your direction, and when you finally got to sitting down the cushioned seat almost swallowed you whole. You could take a nap if you wanted too, it was just that comfortable. And you almost did, until you were pulled from your rest with a deep voice.

“Did she tell you, or did you piece it together?”

“Huh?"

“Jessica. Did you just figure out she was Spider-Woman?”

Miguel's hands just kept working, his focus divided between talking to you and his work. “To be honest, I just figured it out. When I asked her if what I thought was true, she just seemed relieved and told me everything.”

Miguel seemed surprised at this making a strange humming noise. “You two must be very close huh?”

“Yeah. I wouldn't trade the world for the bond me and her share. I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell me about that side of her life. From what she told me, Spiderman doesn't usually tell people about what he does. It's refreshing you know… I'm sorry am I rambling too much?”

“No. Your fine, I'm actually enjoying the company. I'm in here by myself most of the time. It's nice to hear another voice.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned, smirking at you. He stopped working and his screens switched off. “What do you do for fun?”

“Me? Fun? Uhh I don't know. I'm a college student with just about 0 connections. I guess reading?” You finally chased for a reply.

“LYLA get someone to bring me a book from the library. Hell bring two.” Miguel said, finally an AI woman popping up. She teased him a bit before finally having someone bring you two books. Miguel then sat down next too you beginning to open one of the books he brought.

“Your willing to read with me?”

“Yeah. I need to get my mind off of things anyway.”

🩸

Once Jessica had picked you up, Miguel felt weird. He knew you were attractive. Like very attractive. But that wasn't normal for him. He usually didn't see attraction in people.

Something else he also knew was that when he was around you he felt comfortable. He had no worries and you took them all away. It was a feeling he could only recall when he was with his “daughter.” He'd let you snuggle up close too him, physical touch being something he hadn't felt in a while.

“LYLA. I need you to pull any information on Jessica Drew's sister. It can be from any dimension, I just need to know everything.” Miguel basically ordered the ai. She popped up in front of him, with that same smug look she always gave when questioning his any of his decisions.

“Why would you need that?! It's not like she's ever going to get bitten by a radioactive spider.” LYLA said bringing up a huge collection of information she'd found on you in a heartbeat. “But hey I'll indulge this. Let's see, she's almost always college student, future looks like a journalist, ooh she's judgemental! And just about always single. Seems like her connection to Jessica Drew is always the sisterly role.”

Miguel fell more and more in love the more LYLA talked. “Send all that too my computer.”

“Gotcha! Hopefully this will help you.” LYLA said dissipating away. Miguel stared at the picture of you on one of the screens.

He had to have you. At any means necessary.

🩸

You'd finally saved up for a apartment to where you could stay without the need for dorm mates.

Being a journalism major meant you needed all the focus you could get. And you couldn't find that when around all those people. So you left.

Usually you wrote uplifting pieces for your sister as her and the press don't usually get along well. Even though your pretty sure she knows you wrote majority of her good stories, you also know she'd smile seeing that people appreciated her work.

As you were turned around and began slicing open a box to unpack in your room, a voice boomed from your window. “Hi sweetheart.” From across your room stood a towering Miguel o’Hara. He crawled his way into your room, shutting the window behind him.

“Umm hi Miguel. Are you looking for Jess? She's not here i-” Miguel cut you off.

“I'm not looking for her. I was actually looking for you. I came to talk to you about something.” Miguel started moving closer, slowly stepping towards you. He ducked past your light fixture, finally truly Intimidating you. Something about the way he was coming towards you frightened you. His size almost made it worse.

“Oh. Well of course. You can talk to me about anything.” You trailed off putting your knife to the side, giving Miguel your undivided attention

“I want you to come live with me. At the headquarters. No one has to know. Not even your sister.” He said causally. He was right on you, making you trip and buckle to fall on your bed. You looked up at him, pushing yourself further into the bed.

“That's, crazy Miguel. I can't that, I'm a college student! I don't even know you enough for that!”

"But I know you. I've studied you. Every possibility of you. I know more about you than you know yourself!" You let out a small gasp. This man had been essentially stalking you.

"Miguel. That makes it even worse, the last answer is no. And.... And I need you to go."

“You just don't get it do you?” Miguel's hand hit the wall, claws digging and dragging in the drywall. “I don't think you understand I'm not asking you to do anything. This is me telling you.”

And with that you kicked against him, trying to immobile him at any means possible. You had to find Jessica.

But he grabbed your wrist, trying to drag you to your window. He hoisted you up to his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Let go! Let go of me, Jess! Jess please!!” You began to scream out for your sister seeing if maybe, just maybe she was around to help you.

But she wasn't.

No one was.

You started to beat on Miguel's back. He was now out of your window and climbing up the side of your apartment, heading to the roof. “You better stop fighting, this is destiny. Our destiny.” When he finally made it to the roof he put you down and a hexagonal portal appeared as he messed around with his arm band. You began to heave on impact with the hot concrete. Miguel then turned back towards you, watching in amusement as you dragged yourself slowly to get away from him.

“What are you doing?!” Miguel's head snapped as he stared at LYLA who now stood in front of him at full height. “Your pulling the exact same thing you tried before this, before you made the society! Made me!”

"You don't understand. You will never understand."

"I understand more than you will ever know. You need to stop. And you need to stop now!"

You took this as a opening to crawl your way to the nearest side of the building. You could hear Miguel snarl and yell at Layla. But you tried to pay no mind to that as you looked down over the right edge of the building. You saw a metal of the top apartments stairway.

Fuck this would hurt.

Your body hit the metal with a loud bang, the adrenaline wore off as you finally felt all the bruises and gashes you gotten. “Fuck, my god. Jess… Spider-Woman! Plea-” You felt a hand on the back of your neck. Claws dug in to the front, slightly nicking at your neck.

“Where are you going?”

Miguel picked up your body like you weighed nothing. He then carried and slammed you against the nearby wall. When trying to move your hand to tap on the glass pane, Miguel's other hand grabbed at your wrist, immobilizing you. “Miguel please don't do this! Jessica, she's going to look for me I know it jus-”

“Shh My Love… this won't hurt a bit.” Miguel barred his fangs at you opening wide and moving to your neck. And before you could protest he bit deep into it, venom seeping into your veins. You felt woozy, and realized you couldn't move an inch. Just how he wanted you.

“It's all going to be okay Mi Vida. I know exactly what you need... A family. And not just any family. A family with me."

[giuseppe-yuki]

anesthesia

kimi antonelli x tiger shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 2.3k

warnings: none, really.

part of my shapeshifter!reader spinoff series

summary: kimi + anesthesia? not a good combo.

photo credits from pinterest :)

in the spacey kitchen of kimi‘s family house, you bustled around with your boyfriend‘s mother, preparing the night‘s dinner- homemade gnocchi. both of you chatted idly as you waited for the lightly salted water to boil on the stove- it had to reach a certain temperature to be considered hot enough to put the pain-stakingly hand rolled gnocchi in. 

however, your peaceful moment was ruined when kimi busted though the kitchen doorway with a thin piece of paper in his hand. 

he clears his throat, wrinkling the paper in nervousness. 

you wipe your floury hands on a wet rag and hurry over to kimi. you didn‘t want to assume the worst, but what if he was hurt? did something happen at the mercedes facilities? gently putting your hand on his arm to comfort him, you question kimi. “are you okay, baby? what’s wrong?” 

thrusting the paper onto the dirty counter so both you and his mother can see, he explains. ”so…i just went to my dentist and he said i might have to have my wisdom teeth removed- like tomorrow afternoon.“ 

you huff in exasperation, lightly shoving your boyfriend aside in a joking manner. ”kimi! you had me worried for a second!“ 

he rolls his eyes. 

his mother laughs, having just finished reading the appointment overview. ”no, mia cara, he‘s just scared because he has to be put under anesthesia!“

kimi’s eyes widen, and he hurriedly tries to stop his mother from saying anything else. ”mamma, no!”

kimi’s mother just bats her son‘s hands away. smiling at you as if sharing a secret, she continues on. “last time kimi had to be put under anesthesia was when he broke his arm in a kart crash, and let’s just say- he went a little crazy.“

you had never seen kimi so nervous before. not during your first date, not during the negotiations period with toto, and not even in the moments before doing fp1 in a formula 1 car for the first time ever!

kimi twiddled his thumbs and adjusted his seat every two seconds as you drove him to the dentist office in your custom mini cooper. 

keeping your eyes on the twisty roads of italy, you reach over with one hand to squeeze his hand. “it‘s alright, kimi,” you comfort, “i‘m sure the procedure will go fine! and, if you are scared of the anesthesia, don‘t be. everything will be okay.“

everything was actually not okay. 

it started when the dentist’s assistant had fetched you from the nicely decorated waiting room of the dentist office. 

“you are his… girlfriend, correct?” the assistant asks, flipping through a manila folder neatly labeled as ‘antonelli, andrea kimi’. 

you nod, trailing behind the woman in light blue scrubs through the maze-like hallways. 

“great!” she exclaims, opening a fancy white door and gesturing inside. “your boyfriend is here.”

when you walk in, kimi was slung over a dentist chair, eyes half closed and mouth stuffed to the brim with white gauze. his head lolled backwards and he was subconsciously twitching his fingers. even so, you applauded his ability to look so adorable under such conditions. you walk towards the chair, which was placed smack dab in the middle of the room next to some glistening metal tools and a big dental light that was shining directly into kimi’s face.

a lady in a white lab coat approaches you before you can talk to your boyfriend, hand out. “hello, you must be kimi’s girlfriend!” she says, beaming at you and enthusiastically shaking your hand. “i’m glad to say that the operation was a success!” letting go of your hand and scribbling something down on a piece of paper, she continues on. “i do have to say though, we did administer anesthesia in order to keep him comfortable for the procedure. he will be a little disoriented- ” 

before the doctor could finish her sentence, kimi roughly pushes himself up from the dentist chair, glaring at you. 

“WHO are YOU?!” he shouts, voice a little muffled by the gauze in his mouth. “get AWAY from me- i have a girlfriend!”

you look at him in disbelief. beside you, the doctor and the nurse muffle their laughter. 

“this is normal- usually the anesthesia lasts for a few hours, and he’ll be back to his regular self in no time!” the nurse explains.

you turn around to kimi aggressively punching the air around you, but missing every time.

“im warning you!” he slurs, “if you don’t get away from me, my girlfriend is gonna- is gonna eat you!” 

the dental assistant and dentist both raise a brow at kimi’s lowkey concerning words, but brush it off as another side effect of the anesthesia. 

“shut up, kimi!” you hiss in his ear, now trying your best to haul him out of the door in his disoriented state. 

he seems to cooperate with you momentarily from the operating room to the parking lot outside, until you reach your mini cooper.

“EWWWW!” he yells at the top of his lungs, causing several other people in the parking lot to look over. “I CANNOT BE SEEN IN A MINI COOPER! I HAVE A CONTRACT WITH MERCEDES.”

you slap your hand over his mouth, quickly mouthing sorrys to the people who probably had their eardrums explode from kimi’s screech. 

“kimi,” you reprimand. “you have to be quiet! we are in a public space and you are disrupting other people. now, you get inside the car right now.” 

he grumbles, but slowly stumbles his way into the passenger seat. 

you softly close his door and hop into your driver’s seat, sighing in exasperation. perhaps his mother was right. he did get a little crazy under anesthesia. maybe you should have called ollie for backup. 

after a bit of a struggle putting on kimi’s seatbelt, (he seemed to think it was a snake trying to strangle him) you back up from your parking spot and slowly make your way to the exit of the plaza. 

in the passenger seat, reclined all the way back with his feet on the dash like a passenger princess, kimi promptly bursts into tears. 

trying not to get hit by a random dude in a light blue vespa, you can only spare glances at kimi thrashing around in his seat like an eel, the only thing stopping him from flipping into the center console was the seat belt. 

“what??” you exclaim, head turning back and forth trying to see what’s possibly wrong with your boyfriend while also focusing on the road. “is there something wrong, kimi?”

“yes!!” he sniffles, wiping the streams of tears of his face. “you called me kimi and that’s not my name! my name is andrea. apologize right now!”

good god, you think, feeling peeved. you couldn’t wait until his anesthesia wore off.

putting on your best apologetic face, you quickly apologize. “okay, i am so sorry for that, andrea. how should i make it up to you?”

just like you flipped a switch, he immediately stops crying. “yay! thank you!” he says giddily, kicking his legs. “how about you get me ice cream??”

you don’t have to think twice before accepting his offer. the night before, you had researched a little bit about wisdom teeth surgery aftercare, and apparently ice cream was really good for you. besides, you felt like you deserved a treat after using so much energy to drag kimi out of the dental clinic.

you reroute to the nearest ice cream shop, and kimi thankfully stays silent for most of the car ride, but occasionally messed with the seat adjustment buttons a few more times than you thought was necessary. 

however, ten minutes to ice cream shop, at a stoplight,  kimi suddenly jolts from his position looking out the window. a shiny silver mercedes g-wagon sits glistening in the sun next to your tiny mini cooper. 

as if he just had neuron activation, he snaps his head towards you. “hey! you! did you know, i am a formula 1 driver for mercedes?”

the light turns green, so you step on it, the g wagon following at the same acceleration as you. 

“umm, yes! i do know that actually,” you say, navigating to the left-most lane. 

your boyfriend giggles mischievously, even though nothing was funny in the first place. “well,” he drawls out, holding up one finger. “i actually know how to drive very good. i can show you if you want?”

before you have a chance to react, your boyfriend grasps your steering wheel and yanks it aggressively to the right, almost running you into the expensive g-wagon. 

“kimi- i mean andrea! do not do that! ” you screech, prying his fingers off of the wheel and hurriedly correcting the car before it can cause any damage to any other vehicles on the road. 

he laughs and claps his hands at the g-wagon honking its horn at you, as if he didn’t just almost create a five car pileup in the middle of the road.

thankfully, the rest of time goes smoothly without any incidents. well that is, until you got into the shop. 

“what flavor do you want, andrea?” you question, putting emphasis on the ‘andrea’ part. you did not feel like dealing with a breakdown just because you called him by the nickname that literally everyone called him. 

“stracciatella!!” he trills, twirling in a circle. 

ignoring the strange looks from other customers in the store, you place your and kimi’s orders, collect them, and snatch a comfortable looking bench outside of the store to eat your ice cream. 

of course, half-way through shoveling his ice cream into his mouth, (he smeared at least a fourth of his ice cream on his shirt) he decides that his memories of you would disappear again like it did in the dentist office, and he starts yelling bloody murder.

“EEEEEEEE!” he announces to every passerby in a five mile radius, jumping up and down while waving his arms. “i do NOT know this woman! she is trying to kidnap me!” 

you place your ice cream down next to you, snatch his flailing arms and shove him a tad roughly back onto the bench. “so sorry!” you shout to onlookers. “he’s under anesthesia right now- wisdom teeth removal!” your line seems to work, as no bystanders call the police on you, but he still continues to yell. 

you try every possible method you can think of, like begging him to stop screaming, trying to bribe him, and attempting to drag him to your car, but none of the above work, and he kept insisting that he didn’t know you. 

having no choice but to use your last resort, you make sure assure kimi that you will be right back (not that he particularly cared in this mindset) and dashed into a side street.

padding quickly out of the alley by the ice cream shop, you approach kimi. he reacts exactly how you hoped he would- eyes widening in realization and a smile lighting up his face- a direct opposite of his suspicious glares and nasty side-eyes from before. 

“baby!” he shrieks, stumbling a bit towards you before clutching onto your fur. “i missed you soooo much!”

you wrap your tail around his body protectively to steady him, so he doesn’t fall.

“i’m glad you’re here,” he mumbles, petting you. “because a really weird lady literally tried to kidnap me! can you even believe that?”

you practically roll your eyes. he didn’t recognize you in your human form, but he did in your tiger form? unbelieveable.

carefully, you unwind your tail and softly nudge kimi onto your back. once you are sure he is secure on your back, you wind through several gaping tourists and an annoyed looking old nonna on the cobblestone street towards the parking lot. you purposely bow your head, trying your best to not look hostile to the passerbyers (it was kind of hard considering you were literally a tiger in the middle of a street in bologna, and with a groggy boy that looked suspiciously like the famed racing driver kimi antonelli sprawled on your back)

when you reach your hastily-parked mini cooper, you practically drag him off your back and use your teeth to yank him into the vehicle. double-checking to make sure no one was looking, you shift back into your human form, and speed back to kimi’s house in a record time that would probably make toto reassign you as the new merc formula one driver. 

kimi’s mother cackles in laughter when she sees your disheveled-looking self trudge through the front door, one hand towing a tired kimi behind you. 

“i hope kimi didn’t cause you too much trouble,” she laughs from her position at the kitchen island, one hand on her hip. 

your boyfriend slumps onto his living room couch, one hand still stubbornly clasped in yours. he falls asleep within seconds.

“it was… alright,” you reply, raking your free hand through his curls. “if kimi ever needs to be brought home under anesthesia again though, i will definitely be bringing backup,” you admit. 

his mother nods, smiling. “i’m just glad he has a girlfriend like you to take care of him,” she states before walking away. 

you blush a bit at her words. you were pretty lucky to have such an amazing future in-laws and talented boyfriend. honestly, dealing with 

daintily, you take a seat next to kimi, cooing when he subconsciously nuzzles his head into your lap. maybe kimi under anesthesia wasn’t so bad, after all.

“i love you, kimi!” you whisper to your boyfriend.

suddenly, his eyes snap open and he shoves himself off your lap. “my name is andrea!” he pouts, glaring at you.

 placing your head in your hands, you sigh defeatedly. you definitely take back your statement. 

a/n: sorry y'all i had the most shitty week (i failed my physics test 🥲) so i haven't been that active recently. i finally mustered up some energy tonight to type this one out lmao.

side note, i have reattached the taglist from my previous series just in case you guys would like to read the spinoff. feel free to let me know if you'd like to be removed or added to the taglist for this series! :)

taglist: @ilivbullyingjeongin@ale-522@formula1-motogpfan@aceyalonso@my0hmary

@mbappebby@madkohi@rakshatos@heartsforleclerc@papaya-twinks

[xiihyunn]

First (18+)

G!P Vada Cavell x fem!reader

warning: g!p vada, both of them are virgins, watching porn, blowjob, inexperienced r, praising kink, gagging, choking, hair tugging, and rambly, desperate, and perverted vada.

summary: — wherein vada and r were watching porn together. but then vada had something hard underneath her boxers, and you touched it thinking it was your plushie. what do you think will happen next?

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this was a request frm one of u pretty ladies, and i will say sorry in advance if this is shitty.

3rd person POV

"Vads can you like, stop shifting on your seat?"

You groaned a bit after seeing your girlfriend give you a quick side eye before adjusting her sitting position once more.

Both of you were sitting side by side, while watching…

"Oh fuck yes daddy~! Finger me hard like your slut, please!"

Porn. You both were watching Porn.

Surprisingly this wasn't Vada's idea, but instead it was yours. Mia just kept talking about her sex life with this girl she was seeing, and you being an 18 year old virgin, it got you curious.

How do people initiate sex? What's the mood for it? How do they not get shy showing another person their naked body? Why is sex lowkey unsanitary? How do people get turned on by just kissing? And does it actually feel good?

Your thoughts consume you ever since Mia over shared how good giving someone head was, so you told Vada about wanting to watch porn together.

Vada of course immediately said yes, a bit too quick, but that was just how your girlfriend was. Always horny, and not to mention her obsession for porn.

But ironically enough, you knew Vada was a virgin. You were surprised, how could someone as dirty as Vada, be a virgin? It just doesn't sit right with you, but you brushed it off. Vada was an experienced virgin, whatever that meant.

"Sorry.. My leg felt a bit squished. I was sitting wrong you know? Though my bed's big, things like this could happen!"

You gave Vada a small smile, she was always so cute when she rambled and that was one of the reasons why you love her.

"Yes, yes baby. Just make yourself comfortable okay?" You said. Vada nodded her head looking like a small pup, "Yes ma'am!"

"Oh~ ah! Right there daddy—! You fuck me so-so well."

Snapping your head back to the laptop by the actresses moaning, another wave of wetness escaped your center.

You were horny, really horny. The fact that your girlfriend was also beside you watching it, made you even hotter. You rested your back onto the bed's headboard, as you felt your sensitive bud brushing against your shirt.

Taking a deep breath once more, you focused on the screen. Your flushed face, your wet panties that you swore were seeping out into Vada's sheets, raging breaths, and the feeling of your juices slipping out of you made you adjust your position.

"Hey Vads, can I borrow the plushie real quick?" Without waiting for your girlfriend's approval, your hand reaches down to her crotch area where the penguin plushie was supposed to be.

"Wait!"

Before you could stop your hand, your fingers came in contact with something hard. Once your hand was palming the object, Vada's breath hitches.

You felt confused. The plushie wasn't hard, it was soft and not this thick. Tilting your head to the side, you ran your hands down and tried to make out what it was.

"B-Baby, I don't think it's the kind of plushie you were looking for…" Vada's face reddens, as she throws her head back. She gave out a long exhale and bit her lip.

"Oh fuck," Vada muttered.

"What..?"

Realization punched you on the stomach, as Vada looked at you with a smirk on her face. Your eyes widened, retreating your hand to your side, and you felt your face slowly becoming hot. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“Why did you stop? I was actually starting to enjoy it.” Vada tilts her head, and cocks a brow up at you with her lips upwards to a sly grin.

"Vada, I-I am so, so, sorry. I t-thought it was my… plushie…" You look down in embarrassment, trying not to meet your girlfriend teasing eyes.

Vada chuckles dryly. "It is your plushie, just not the soft and fluffy ones." Vada's fingers held your chin to lift your head up, you bit your lip once you held eye contact.

Still hearing the moans from the site opened up, a particular sentence caught you off guard.

"Why don't you suck daddy's dick huh? Take my cock all in, like a good little whore."

Your face heats up from hearing the man's voice. You back up from Vada's touch, clearing your throat as you lean on the headboard again.

The tension was rising. Sexual tension.

Your body was hot, and everytime you'd inhale and exhale, you still felt the cloth brushing against the bud of your chest. There was a heavy weight in the air, staying in the room just being around. You didn’t know what to do, Vada still hasn’t said anything to your apology and you were starting to get anxious.

Fuck. You thought, How could I forget my girlfriend has a dick? Now it’s so awkward between us now, Jesus thanks a lot Y/n.

But it was so… big, thick and… hard. I wonder what’s it like to—

You shook your head to snap back into reality, oblivious to Vada turning her head to look at you. “You could’ve just told me you wanted to touch it again, and not randomly shake your head right babe? You gave Vada a weird look, “What are you talking about?” You said, trying to sound confident.

Your POV

Vada stares at me with something in her eyes, before she grabs my hand and guides it back to where her hard-on was. Feeling her clothed dick on my hands, I unconsciously held my breath. I was touching my girlfriend’s cock, Vada’s cock.

"That's all for you," Vada whispers.

A pit on my stomach started to form, as a blush crept up my cheeks. Vada gently pushed my hand further on her manhood, as she bit her lip. "Can you take care of me, Y/n? I-It feels so good, shit."

Vada started humping on my hand, and I sat there dumbfounded. "I'm not really good at this Vads, I'm still a… you know." Vada ignored me as she parts her legs open, and patted on the empty space in front of her.

"And I am too… Let's just make this our 1st lesson about sex, I mean the reason why you wanted to watch porn with me was because you were curious right?"

Removing my hands from Vada's crotch, I settled between her legs. The beating of my heart could be heart from a mile away, I was nervous but— I really want to taste my girlfriend.

Vada caresses her clothed dick in her hands, the pre-cum staining her gray short a bit, as she removes them. I sat on the bed not knowing what to do, other than stare at her bulge.

"Just use your tongue, and suck. You're a fast learner right baby?" I nodded slowly, as Vada gestured for me to bend down to face her center. My face was directly on top of her bump, and I faintly saw it twitching, causing me to rub my thighs together.

"Go ahead and open it, it's your advance birthday present." I wanted to roll my eyes at her, my birthday was 3 months ago.

Grabbing the hem of Vada's boxers, I pulled it down for her hot dick to smack my nose. I flinched at the contact, as I heard Vada giggling.

"You're so cute, baby. It's just my dick."

I frowned softly, "Exactly Vada, it's your dick."

Her pre-cum smudged against the tip of my nose, as there it stood tall and proud over my face.

"You can touch it, it won't fall off."

Swallowing hard, my finger poked it. Vada's dick immediately responded by a small twitch, and the angry colored tip oozed out more white stuff, as Vada's fingers lost itself on my scalp.

"That's it baby, don't be shy." Vada muttered.

"Don't we need lube or something..?" I asked, looking up at her eyes. Vada leaned down and gave me a kiss, "Use your saliva." She mumbles on my lips.

Nodding slowly, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out giving her red tip a kitten lick. Vada groaned a bit, as I felt her tugging my hair asking for more.

Sticking my tongue out fully, I grabbed her dick on my hand, lowering my face into the bed more, as I ran my tongue from the base all the way to her salty tip.

Coating Vada's cock with my saliva, I gathered my spit, and aimed to hit her dick. Vada curses, "Oh baby, you're doing so good. Keep going."

Pumping my hand on her cock, the spit fully coated it, as Vada pushed my head into it. "I need it inside of your mouth, please Y/n," Vada whispers.

I gave her a hesitant nod and muttered a quick 'okay' before opening my mouth wide, angling her dick before I took her length in.

Humming at the hot, thick, and her salty dick. Vada moans, as she throws her head back tugging on my scalp. "Jesus, your mouth's so fucking warm." Vada said.

Closing my eyes, I slowly bobbed my head on Vada's cock. Her fingers squeezed my hair more, as I used my tongue to gaze over the base.

"Yes, just like that baby. You're a natural at this, shit—!" Vada grabbed all my hair, and tied it up using her hand, as she bucked her hips at me. I picked up my pase, sucking and swirling at her dick like a lollipop.

Vada moans grew, and I felt myself drenched in my own juices. Keeping the rhythm, I pushed my head all the way until my nose hit Vada's pubic hair.

I felt her cock hitting the back of my throat, as my mouth squeezed her. "Fuck!" Vada screamed.

I gagged at the feeling about to pull out, but then Vada's hands grabbed my face and started fucking it. I moaned at the rough speed, sending vibrations to her abdomen as she jerked her hips on my face.

"Oh my God Y/n, you feel so fucking good. If I had known you were this astounding, I would have fucked this pretty little mouth of yours sooner."

Tears escaped my eyes, as I felt Vada's dick repeatedly hitting my esophagus. Suddenly, my built up saliva went down the wrong hole while I was trying to breath, causing me to choke.

"Mhmm!" I patted Vada's thighs, opening my eyes wide open as I looked up at her. Vada's face was curled up into pleasure, biting her lip with a smirk, as she just looked down on me.

"Breathe with your nose, baby." Vada pants, as she pounds her hips upward, and pushes my head into her more. Drool started to run down her cock onto her balls, as Vada cursed one more time.

"I'm close," Vada said.

Forcing to swallow my choke mixed with her pre-cum. I gripped onto her thighs, as Vada's hips continuously ram inside my mouth causing me to let out another groan.

"Babe, I am so c-close, be a good girl and drink it all o-kay?"

Panic filled my brain as I opened my eyes again to look up at her. Meeting her half lidded lustful eyes, I silently begged her not to cum inside.

"This is our 1st lesson, remember? You need to learn how to swallow my cum, baby."

Vada roughly tugs on my hair, "I'm gonna cum." My eyes widened and quickly shot them closed, as Vada thrusted her cock into my mouth one more time before I felt ropes and ropes of hot jizz shooting down at the back of my throat.

I started choking on her dick, as I felt her cum slide down on my windpipe. Vada finally lets go of my head, and I sat back up coughing her jizz out of my mouth.

"Not cool Cavell!"

Grabbing my chest, I felt her rubbing my back slowly, but still seeing her limp dick oozing out cum on her bed in my peripheral vision.

Hot.

"I-I'm sorry! It just felt so good, I just had to! I'm so sorry, princess.."

That was fucking hot though. I hope I choke more on your cum.

"No kisses for a week, Vada."

[maxiemclaren]

Hii!! I wanted to request a Max verstappen fic. Its readers first time in the paddock after they public their relationship. So max just being very gentle with her like entering while holding her hand or guiding her with a hand on the small of her back. Him being a protective partner and during the media session he answer questions about her very gentley and smilingly...

Its okay if your busy but do consider it.

Its okay if

The Lover Boy

Pairing - Max x fem!reader

Warnings - mentions of anxiety, but mainly sweet Max fluff

Summary - Max and y/n decide to show up to the paddock after announcing their relationship, y/n is nervous but Max is there to wash away her worries.

a/n - I LOVE HIM, yes I google translated words because all I really know in Dutch is “kinderen eten rijst” which literally means children eat rice LMAO. Also sorry this took so long I literally had no motivation and went MIA.

“Schat, are you almost ready?” He yelled from the living room. “Yes, Max just a moment!” you say from the bathroom, where you were trying to hype yourself up for going to the paddock with your boyfriend. Just earlier this week you made your relationship public.

Earlier that week

“Max, I’m ready to make our relationship public” You say leaning against your boyfriend during your movie night, it was after many months of thought and deliberation you were tired of hiding. There is nothing wrong with having your relationship known but keeping it to yourselves, and that was frankly what you both wanted. “Are you 100% sure schat? Because we can still keep it on the down low if you want, don't feel pressured because of m-” You cut him off with a deep kiss, solidifying your decision. “I’m very sure Max”

Now here you are leaning against the counter whilst looking in the mirror and taking deep breaths reminding yourself that everything is going to be fine. “Everything will be fine, Max is there if anything goes wrong” you convince yourself “That’s right, I’ll be there the whole time” Max says as he appears from the bathroom door, grabbing your hand as he looks to you with love and adoration “If you feel uncomfortable or just want to leave just squeeze my hand, okay?” You nod your head in understanding, as you both head out to the paddock.

Hand in hand with smiles on both of your faces, you start to get swarmed with fans and cameras from Redbull and other sources. Stopping occasionally to take photos with fans you never stopped smiling, you loved to see how he interacted with his fans, especially the little kids. What took you by surprise was when one of the fans asked for a picture with the both of you, looking to Max with uncertainty he offered his hand to you allowing you to feel more comfortable. 

Nevertheless, Max had to go get ready for meetings and the media, so he navigated you through the swarm of people to his driver room, not letting go of your hand the whole time. Wanting to truly make sure he didn’t lose you amongst the chaos that can be the paddock, hospitality, and the garage. 

Here you were sitting in his driver room, just waiting away when you look at your phone it is blowing up with notifications from fans. Max’s fans. You open your phone carefully to see something that you did not expect. Positive tags, many fans gushing over the fact that Max was talking about you in an interview, smile plastered on his face and slight flush.

“So Max, you and y/n have made your relationship public recently, how are you both taking it?” one of the reporters asked. “Yeah, well y/n and I felt it was time to announce our relationship, She is lovely and has been so patient with all the traveling and racing. I won’t comment on her personal experience because that is her privacy but I can say that, I am extremely happy to bring the love of my life around with me and have the fans love her as much as I do.”  Max says. 

Watching the rest of the interview, you sit there all giddy and feeling the anxiety washing away from you after hearing all the praise and joy Max is expressing about his love for you. Having the courage to find that beautiful Dutch man, you leave the driver's room and find him talking with Lando. Not wanting to interrupt you stand there waiting, but Lando takes notice of you and nods to Max to let him know that someone would like his attention. Max turns around confused and then realizes you were there and a large smile breaks on his face. “I watched your interview lover boy” you tease. A blush creeps up his ears, “Yeah, so you heard everything I said about you?” He says while grabbing your hands. “I sure did.” you say leaning to kiss him. “Schat, thank you for coming with me even though you were hesitant. Now lets head back to the hotel and relax” he says with full sincerity.

[xhoess]

Dangerous Desires part 2

Nicholas chavez x fem reader

Part one here!

Summary:In "Dangerous Desires," you are a private investigator hired to find missing Hollywood star Nicholas Chavez, only to discover he’s hiding from a dangerous criminal organization. As you delve deeper into his secret life as an undercover agent, a powerful attraction ignites between you. Together, you confront betrayal, navigate high-stakes missions, and fight for survival, ultimately forging a bond that transcends danger and chaos.

WC Chapter Two: 15.7 K

Warnings: killing, sex, unprotected, semi public sex, slightly stalking, spicy

“Grab your things. We’re moving,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You quickly gather your essentials, he keeping you safe. You can’t let your guard down.”

His words resonate deeply, the realization of how intertwined your lives have become settling over you. “I know. I want to help. I want to do whatever it takes to stop this.”

Nicholas steps closer, his intensity wrapping around you like a warm embrace. “I appreciate that. But this is dangerous. You have to promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise,” you reply, your voice firm. “But I can’t just sit back and wait.”

A flicker of admiration crosses his face, and for a moment, the air between you shifts once again. You can feel the heat of his presence, the undeniable chemistry that has been building since your paths crossed.

Nicholas takes a step closer, his expression softening as he looks at you. “I want you to know that I care about you. This isn’t just about the mission anymore. You’ve become important to me.”

The sincerity in his voice sends warmth flooding through you, and you find yourself stepping closer as well, drawn to him by an invisible force. “You’re important to me too,” you admit, the vulnerability of the moment sparking a connection that feels deeper than just desire.

Nicholas reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can see the tension in his eyes as he leans in just slightly.

But before you can close the distance, the sharp sound of your phone ringing pierces the air, breaking the moment like a fragile glass shattering on the floor. You both startle, and Nicholas pulls back, his expression shifting from warmth to alertness.

Who is it?” he asks, concern flooding his voice.

You glance down at the screen, the heart-stopping realization settling in your chest. “It’s Mia.”

Nicholas’s gaze sharpens, and he steps back, moving to a position where he can see the door. “Answer it. But be careful what you say.”

Taking a deep breath, you answer the call, the familiar voice of your friend bringing a mix of comfort and anxiety. “Hey! I was worried about you!” Mia’s voice is filled with concern, and you can hear the faint sound of her in the background.

“I’m fine, just—” you begin, but Nicholas shakes his head, signaling for you to stay vague.

“Just busy with some work stuff,” you manage, forcing a casual tone into your voice. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? You didn’t seem like yourself the last time we talked,” she presses, and you can feel the sincerity in her words.

“I’m good, really. Just a lot going on. How about you?” you deflect, trying to steer the conversation away from your own concerns.

There’s a pause on the other end, and you can sense Mia’s hesitation. “I’m alright. But I’ve been hearing some strange things around the neighborhood… like people talking about you, and I’m worried.”

Your heart sinks at her words, the fear returning with a vengeance. “What do you mean?”

“Like whispers. And I overheard someone mentioning your name with that guy you were seen with—Nicholas, right? It just feels off, you know?”

Your heart races as you glance at Nicholas, who listens intently, his eyes narrowing with concern. “Mia, listen to me. You need to be careful. I can’t explain everything right now, but things are a bit complicated.”

“I knew something was wrong!” she exclaims, her voice rising slightly. “You can’t keep this from me, I’m your best friend! If something is happening, I need to know.”

“Mia, please,” you say, your voice urgent. “I’ll explain everything later. Just promise me you’ll stay safe. Don’t go anywhere alone.”

A moment of silence hangs heavy before she finally responds, her tone shifting to one of resignation. “Okay. Just promise you’ll keep me updated. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I promise,” you assure her, the weight of her worry settling in your chest. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

As you hang up the call, you turn to Nicholas, whose expression is a mix of frustration and concern. “She’s worried,” you say softly, your heart heavy.

“I get it, but she’s not safe being in the dark. We have to protect her,” he replies, tension thick in the air.

You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. “We need to figure out who’s behind this, fast. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me.”

Nicholas’s eyes soften, and he steps closer once more, the space between you charged with electricity. “We will. But first, we need to come up with a plan. And we need to stay focused.”

You lock eyes with him, the unspoken connection lingering in the air. “I’m with you,” you say, determination surging within you. “No matter what it takes.”

He gives you a small, appreciative smile, the tension between you shifting once again. “Together then,” he replies, and in that moment, you feel the strength of your bond solidifying amidst the chaos surrounding you.

As you both begin to brainstorm, plotting your next move against the unseen enemy, you can’t shake the feeling that the true battle lies not only against Victor and his network but also within yourself—fighting the desire that threatens to pull you deeper into a world of danger and passion

The atmosphere in Nicholas's living room is thick with tension and determination as you both pore over potential leads and strategies. The soft glow of the table lamp casts flickering shadows across the walls, the quiet hum of the city outside a constant reminder of the danger that lurks just beyond your doorstep. You sit close to Nicholas, your laptop open, a list of names and contacts scattered across the table, each one a potential key to unraveling the threads of deceit that have ensnared you both.

“I think we should start with Victor’s known associates,” you suggest, your fingers poised above the keyboard. “If he has someone watching us, they’ll likely be linked to one of them.”

Nicholas nods, his eyes intense as he reviews the notes you’ve compiled. “Good idea. We need to determine who might have the most to gain from this. It’s not just about protecting ourselves anymore; it’s about finding out how deep this goes.”

As you continue to brainstorm, a ping from your phone interrupts the flow of ideas. You glance at the screen, your heart racing as you see another message from Mia.

Mia: I just got a strange text from an unknown number. They mentioned you and Nicholas. I’m worried!

A chill runs down your spine at her words. “Nicholas, it’s Mia again,” you say, your voice low. “She just got a text from an unknown number mentioning us.”

Nicholas immediately moves closer, urgency in his voice. “What did it say?”

You read the message aloud, your heart pounding. “They said they’re watching her. This isn’t good.”

Nicholas’s expression darkens, his protective instincts flaring. “We need to get to her. Now. She’s in danger.”

“What if it’s a trap?” you ask, anxiety gripping you. “What if they’re using her to get to us?”

“I don’t care,” he replies firmly, his eyes fierce. “She’s our only connection to the outside. If she’s being targeted, we have to act before it’s too late.”

You can see the determination in his eyes, and despite the fear swirling in your chest, you know he’s right. You can’t let anything happen to Mia. She’s your best friend, and the thought of losing her is unbearable.

“Okay,” you say, resolving to act. “Let’s go. We can’t leave her alone.”

Nicholas stands, moving with purpose as he grabs his jacket. You quickly follow suit, adrenaline fueling your movements. The world outside is still cloaked in darkness, the streetlights flickering like distant stars as you both head to the car.

As Nicholas drives through the quiet streets, the tension in the air is palpable. Your mind races with thoughts of Mia, the worry for her safety eclipsing everything else. What if they really are watching her? What if they’ve already made contact?

“Do you have any idea who might be behind this?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from spiraling into panic.

Nicholas’s jaw tightens as he focuses on the road. “It’s hard to say. Victor has a lot of connections, and if he’s working with someone on the inside, it could be anyone. We need to be ready for anything.”

“Do you think we could try to trace the number?” you suggest, clinging to hope. “If we can find out who it is, maybe we can anticipate their next move.”

“I can try,” he replies, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “But we need to keep our heads down. If they’re already aware of us, we can’t give them any more information than we have to.”

Your heart sinks at the reality of the situation. You can feel the pressure mounting, every moment stretching as you inch closer to Mia’s apartment.

When you finally arrive, the exterior is eerily quiet, shadows dancing across the building as the wind whispers through the trees. Nicholas parks a block away, and you both get out, moving cautiously toward the entrance.

“Stay close,” he murmurs, his voice low as he leads the way. You nod, your heart racing as you approach the door.

As you enter the building, you’re hit with a familiar scent—the faint aroma of coffee and baked goods from the café downstairs. It’s a stark contrast to the tension in your chest, and the familiarity makes you feel momentarily at ease. But the anxiety creeps back as you head up the stairs, each step echoing like a heartbeat.

When you reach Mia’s apartment, Nicholas glances around, his expression focused and alert. “Mia, it’s me! Open up!” he calls.

A moment later, you hear shuffling inside, and the door creaks open to reveal Mia, her expression a mix of relief and concern. “Oh thank God you’re here!” she exclaims, stepping aside to let you both in.

You enter quickly, closing the door behind you. “What happened?” you ask, urgency lacing your voice. “Did anyone else come by?”

Mia shakes her head, her eyes wide with fear. “No, but I’ve been getting these strange texts. They keep telling me to watch my back. I didn’t know what to do!”

Nicholas moves closer, assessing her. “Did you see anyone suspicious? Any cars parked outside?”

“No, I swear. It’s like they just know,” she replies, her voice trembling. “I’m scared. I feel like I’m being watched.”

The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, and you can feel the urgency in the room. “We need to get you out of here,” you say firmly. “We can’t risk them finding you alone.”

Nicholas glances at you, then back at Mia. “Do you have any family or friends nearby that we could stay with? Somewhere safe?”

Mia hesitates, glancing around her apartment. “My aunt lives a couple of towns over, but I haven’t talked to her in a while. I don’t know if she’d want to get involved.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Nicholas insists. “We can’t take any chances. We’ll make the call and get out of here. Can you gather some essentials?”

Mia nods, her expression determined as she heads toward her bedroom. You glance at Nicholas, concern etched across your face. “What if they’re already onto us?”

“Then we need to act fast,” he replies, his voice steady. “We can’t show any fear. We need to be one step ahead.”

As Mia gathers her things, you feel a surge of anxiety mixed with determination. You can’t let fear control you; not now. The connection you share with Nicholas deepens, and you know you have to trust him—trust that together, you can navigate this storm.

Moments later, Mia emerges from her room, a small bag slung over her shoulder. “I’m ready,” she says, her eyes darting around the apartment, apprehensive.

“Let’s move,” Nicholas says, and you both follow him as he leads the way back down the stairs, every creak of the old building sending shivers down your spine.

When you step outside, the cool night air hits you like a wave, invigorating yet unsettling. Nicholas scans the street, his expression tense. “Stay close to me,” he warns as he leads you and Mia toward the car.

You feel the weight of Mia’s anxiety beside you, and the fear in your heart grows. You can’t let anything happen to her. “We’ll figure this out,” you assure her, hoping to instill some confidence. “You’re safe with us.”

Mia gives a small nod, her determination shining through the fear. You reach the car, and Nicholas quickly unlocks the doors, urging you both inside.

As he drives away from her apartment, you glance back at the building, the shadows lurking in every corner. The streets are empty, but you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. The closer you get to the outskirts of the city, the more the anxiety mounts.

“Where to?” Mia asks, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Just until we can regroup,” Nicholas replies, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. “We’ll find somewhere safe to lay low for a bit. But we need to keep moving.”

With every turn, the weight of the night settles heavier in the air, the shadows of uncertainty creeping closer. You can feel the danger closing in, and with it, the understanding that the fight is only beginning.

As Nicholas navigates the winding roads away from the city, you can’t shake the sense of impending doom that hangs in the air. Each passing car feels like a potential threat, and the silence in the car amplifies your unease.

“What if they find us?” Mia breaks the silence, her voice shaky.

“They won’t,” Nicholas assures her, but the firmness of his tone doesn’t completely erase the worry etched on his face. “We just have to be smart about this.”

You exchange glances with Nicholas, and for a moment, the connection you’ve built through this chaos provides a flicker of hope. But the lingering threat looms over you, a dark shadow that refuses to dissipate.

The highway stretches ahead, and Nicholas keeps his focus, glancing in the rearview mirror as if sensing an unseen presence behind you. You can feel the tension in the air, and as the minutes pass, the weight of the unknown settles heavily in your chest.

Finally, Nicholas veers off the main road and into a secluded area, the dense trees enveloping you in darkness. “This should do for now,” he says, finding a spot to pull over. You’re surrounded by thick woods, the faint sounds of nocturnal creatures echoing in the background.

“Is this safe?” you ask, your voice with apprehension as you look around, the shadows of the trees creeping in, enveloping you in a cloak of uncertainty.

Nicholas turns to you, his expression firm but calm. “It’ll have to be for now. We need to figure out our next move without being exposed. We can’t risk anyone spotting us.” He turns off the engine, the sudden silence enveloping you. The only sounds are the rustling leaves and the faint whisper of the wind through the trees.

You share a glance with Mia, and you can see her anxiety mirrored in your own expression. The weight of the situation is heavy, but you both know there’s no turning back now.

“Let’s take a moment to breathe,” Nicholas suggests, his voice steady. “We need to think clearly. Mia, can you pull up your phone and see if you can get a signal? We might need to make some calls.”

Mia nods, pulling her phone from her bag as you watch her. The tension in the air is thick, and you can feel the anticipation coiling within you. Every moment stretches into eternity as you wait, the unease gnawing at your insides.

After a few moments, Mia lets out a frustrated sigh. “No signal,” she says, looking defeated. “What if we can’t reach anyone?”

Nicholas rubs the back of his neck, clearly contemplating the next steps. “We’ll figure it out. There’s always a way,” he reassures her, but you can hear the strain in his voice.

You lean back in your seat, thoughts racing. What do we do now? You can’t shake the feeling that time is running out. The threat looms over you like a dark cloud, and you feel a sense of urgency building within.

“Can we go back to your place? It might be safer there,” you suggest, knowing it might be a risk but desperate to find some familiarity in this chaos.

Nicholas shakes his head. “They know where I live. We need to stay off their radar. But I do have a friend who might be able to help us—someone who has resources.”

“Who?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“His name is Jake. He’s an old contact from my agency. If anyone can help us, it’s him,” Nicholas replies, determination shining through his concern. “I can’t guarantee his loyalty, but he’s been in this game for a while.”

“Do you think he can keep Mia safe?” you ask, glancing at your friend, whose eyes are wide with apprehension.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Nicholas admits, his honesty disarming. “But it’s better than sitting here waiting for something to happen.”

Mia nods slowly, her courage resurfacing. “Let’s do it. I don’t want to sit here and wait for whatever’s coming next.”

You appreciate her resolve, and it gives you strength as well. “Okay, let’s get in touch with Jake,” you agree.

Nicholas starts the car again, the engine humming to life as you all settle in for the ride. The journey feels charged, the weight of the night pressing down on you, but you’re grateful to have both Nicholas and Mia by your side.

As Nicholas navigates the winding back roads, your thoughts swirl with the uncertainty of what lies ahead. You know you’re on the precipice of something dangerous, but the desire to protect Mia fuels your determination.

“Can you tell me more about this Jake?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the creeping fear. “Is he trustworthy?”

Nicholas glances at you, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “He’s a good guy at heart, but he’s been in the game for a long time. He operates in gray areas, which makes him unpredictable. I trust him with my life, but I can’t promise he’ll be loyal to anyone else.”

The gravity of his words settles heavily in the air, and you can sense Mia’s apprehension next to you. “How will we know if he’s willing to help us?” she asks.

“We’ll have to convince him,” Nicholas replies, his tone resolute. “He has a reputation to uphold. If he thinks we’re a liability, he won’t help.”

You nod, steeling yourself for whatever confrontation lies ahead. The ride is filled with a tense silence, each of you lost in your thoughts as the headlights of the car cut through the darkness.

After what feels like an eternity, Nicholas finally turns onto a narrow road leading to a secluded cabin. The area is secluded, surrounded by trees and the night sky, providing a sense of security amidst the chaos.

“This is it,” Nicholas says as he parks. “Stay close to me. We don’t know who might be watching.”

You step out of the car, your heart racing as you follow him toward the cabin. The rustic exterior gives off an air of tranquility, but you know better than to let your guard down. The quiet seems to envelop you, the stillness echoing the weight of the moment.

Nicholas knocks on the door, and after a moment, it swings open to reveal a tall man with dark hair and a scruffy beard. His eyes narrow as he sizes up Nicholas, then shift to you and Mia, assessing the situation.

“Nicholas,” Jake says, his voice gruff. “What are you doing here?”

“Jake, we need your help,” Nicholas replies, urgency in his tone. “Things have escalated, and we’re in serious trouble.”

Jake’s eyes flicker with concern as he steps aside, gesturing for you all to enter. “Come in. We’ll talk inside.”

As you step into the cabin, the warmth of the interior contrasts sharply with the chill of the night outside. You can feel the weight of Jake’s gaze as he closes the door behind you, and the flickering lights cast dancing shadows across the room.

“Now, what’s going on?” Jake asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall.

Nicholas takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. “We’re being hunted. A criminal organization is after us, and they’ve already targeted Mia. We need a safe place to regroup and figure out our next move.”

Jake’s expression shifts, the seriousness of the situation settling in. “You sure you’re not being paranoid? A lot of people in this line of work think they’re being hunted when it’s just a shadow.”

Nicholas leans forward, his voice low and urgent. “No, this is real. We’ve already had close calls. If we don’t act fast, we’re all going to be in grave danger.”

You can see Jake’s resolve hardening as he processes the situation. “Alright. You know I don’t get involved in these kinds of issues anymore. But if what you’re saying is true, I can help. You’ll need somewhere to lay low, and I might have a lead on a safe house.”

“Thank you,” Nicholas replies, relief flooding through his voice. “We just need a chance to breathe and gather our thoughts.”

“Give me a moment,” Jake says, moving to the other room. You watch as he disappears through a door, leaving you and Nicholas standing in the small cabin.

“What do you think?” you ask, glancing at Nicholas, your heart pounding. “Can we trust him?”

Nicholas nods, his expression serious. “I’ve known Jake for years. He’s tough but fair. If he says he can help, I believe him.”

A moment later, Jake returns, a map in hand. “Here’s the plan. There’s a safe house about thirty minutes from here, deep in the woods. It’s off the grid, and no one should be able to find you there. I’ll help you get set up.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you say, grateful for his willingness to assist.

Jake looks at you, his expression softening slightly. “Just be careful. You’re playing a dangerous game, and it’s easy to get burned.”

As you study the map, the path ahead begins to take shape. The next steps feel uncertain, but you know you have to remain strong for Mia and Nicholas.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Nicholas says, determination flashing in his eyes. “We’ll get to that safe house, and then we can figure out our next move.”

With Jake leading the way, you step outside once more, the night air feeling a little less suffocating now that you have a plan. The tension still lingers, but the flicker of hope shines through the darkness.

The three of you pile into Nicholas’s car, and as he drives away from the cabin, you feel a sense of urgency in the air. The path ahead is fraught with danger, but with Nicholas and Mia by your side, you know you can face whatever comes your way.

As the trees blur past, you grip the map tightly, determination filling your heart. This is just the beginning, and you’re ready to fight for your future, no matter what it takes. Together, you will uncover the truth and reclaim your lives from the shadows that threaten to consume you.

As you head toward the safe house, you can’t help but feel the excitement and dread swirling within you. The final mission is just beginning, and everything hangs in the balance. With each passing mile, the stakes grow higher, and you know that the next move will determine not just your fate, but the fate of everyone you hold dear.

The drive to the safe house feels endless, each twist and turn in the road amplifying the tension in the car. You steal glances at Nicholas, who remains focused on the road ahead, his jaw set in determination. Mia is beside you, her expression a mix of fear and resolve, and you can feel her pulse quickening beside you. You share a silent understanding; the three of you are in this together.

The headlights cut through the darkness as you navigate deeper into the woods. The trees loom ominously on either side, their gnarled branches creating an almost claustrophobic effect. Finally, Nicholas turns onto a dirt road, the tires crunching over gravel.

After a few minutes, he slows down in front of a modest cabin that seems to blend into its surroundings. “Here we are,” he says, relief washing over his features as he shifts the car into park.

You exit the vehicle, the cool night air enveloping you like a comforting blanket. The cabin is quaint, surrounded by tall trees that offer a sense of seclusion. You follow Nicholas and Mia inside, where Jake is already assessing the area.

“This place should be secure,” Jake says, glancing around. “No one should be able to find you here. I’ll set up some security measures just in case.”

“Thanks, Jake,” Nicholas replies, gratitude evident in his voice. “We’ll need all the help we can get.”

Inside, the cabin is simple yet cozy. A small kitchen, a living area with a fireplace, and two bedrooms—everything you need for a temporary hideout. You take a deep breath, letting the tension of the outside world fade away, if only for a moment.

Nicholas leads you into the living area, where a worn sofa sits beside the fireplace. “Let’s talk strategy,” he says, his tone serious. “We need to figure out our next move. The longer we wait, the more time our enemies have to find us.”

Mia sits down on the couch, her fingers fidgeting nervously. “What do you think they want?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

“They want to silence me,” Nicholas replies, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “I’ve been gathering intel on their operations, and I’ve gotten too close to the truth. They’ll do anything to protect their interests.”

You can see the weight of the situation settling on him, and it fuels your determination to support him. “What’s our plan? Do we need to go public with what we know?”

Nicholas shakes his head. “Going public is risky. It could put a target on our backs. We need to gather concrete evidence first. If we can expose their operations and their connections, we can take them down.”

Jake nods in agreement, stepping forward. “I can help with that. I have contacts in law enforcement who can assist us once we have what we need. But first, we need to figure out how to get access to their files and databases.”

“Do you have any leads?” you ask, your mind racing with possibilities.

Nicholas straightens, his eyes glinting with resolve. “There’s a party happening at one of their key locations in a few days. It’s a gathering of their higher-ups, and it’s the perfect opportunity for us to gather intel.”

“A party?” Mia echoes, her brow furrowed. “How do we even get in?”

Nicholas smiles slightly, a hint of mischief in his expression. “That’s where the undercover work comes in. We’ll need to pose as guests, blending in with their crowd. If we can get close to the people who matter, we can learn everything we need.”

The thought of infiltrating a criminal organization sends a shiver down your spine, but you’re determined to see it through. “I’m in,” you say, your voice steady. “Whatever it takes to help you.”

Nicholas’s gaze meets yours, and you can see the gratitude in his eyes. “I appreciate that. But it’s not going to be easy. They’ll be on high alert, especially with me being involved.”

Jake interjects, “I can help with disguises and intel on the attendees. If we can learn about their security protocols, we can plan our entrance and exit strategies.”

“Good idea,” Nicholas says. “We’ll need to work fast. I’ll need to make some calls to gather more information about the event. It’s going to be a high-stakes operation, and we’ll need to be ready for anything.”

As the evening unfolds, the tension in the cabin gradually shifts into a sense of purpose. You help Jake and Nicholas organize their plans, your heart racing at the thought of going undercover.

Hours pass as you discuss strategies, identities, and what to expect at the party. You feel a mix of excitement and fear bubbling within you, each idea igniting a fire in your belly.

As you pore over the details, you catch glimpses of Nicholas’s determination and vulnerability. You’re drawn to him in ways you can’t fully understand, and the chemistry between you is undeniable.

“Alright, we’re going to need to work on our backstories,” Nicholas says, breaking the focus. “We can’t go in as ourselves.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“We need to create identities that fit the crowd. I’ll be someone connected to a major player in the industry. And you…” He looks at you thoughtfully. “You could be my assistant. It fits the role and allows us to stick together.”

Mia chimes in, “And I can pose as a socialite who’s interested in making connections.”

You feel a rush of adrenaline as the plan takes shape. “Sounds good to me,” you reply, your heart pounding. “What’s next?”

Nicholas begins outlining your roles in detail, his eyes sparkling with energy. You lean in, absorbed in the strategy, your focus narrowed to the task ahead. The danger is palpable, but there’s also a thrill that comes with the unknown.

After hours of discussion, you finally take a moment to breathe. The fire crackles in the corner, casting flickering shadows across the room. The atmosphere shifts slightly, a tension settling as you all realize the enormity of what’s about to happen.

“Alright, everyone,” Nicholas says, breaking the silence. “Get some rest. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

You nod, feeling the exhaustion of the day weighing down on you. As you head to the bedroom, you can’t shake the feeling of excitement mixed with dread. The final mission is upon you, and with it, the weight of the world rests on your shoulders.

In the quiet of the room, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. This is it. The risks are high, but so are the stakes. You’re not just fighting for Nicholas anymore; you’re fighting for your lives, and for the truth that needs to come to light.

As you settle into bed, your mind races with possibilities. The thrill of the challenge ignites a fire within you, and you know that whatever happens, you’ll face it head-on. With a deep breath, you close your eyes, surrendering to sleep, determined to emerge stronger for the mission ahead.

Tomorrow will be a new day, filled with the unknown. And in the chaos of the night, you find a sliver of hope—a belief that together, you can overcome anything that comes your way.

The morning light filters through the thin curtains of the cabin, casting a warm glow across the room. You awaken to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, the rich aroma pulling you from the remnants of sleep. Stretching, you take a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of the past few days. The mission, the danger, and Nicholas—all of it feels surreal, yet so incredibly real.

You push the covers aside and rise, your muscles aching slightly from the adrenaline of the previous night’s events. As you step out of the bedroom, you find Nicholas and Mia at the small kitchen table, poring over notes and plans for the upcoming day. They look up as you enter, smiles breaking across their faces.

“Good morning,” Mia says, her eyes bright with energy. “We were just discussing our roles for tonight. How are you feeling?”

“Better now,” you reply, joining them at the table. “What’s the plan?”

Nicholas slides a cup of steaming coffee in front of you, and you take a grateful sip, savoring the warmth. “We need to finalize our disguises and backstories. We’ll be leaving shortly to meet with Jake, who has the final details on the event.”

“Jake’s a lifesaver,” you say, glancing at Nicholas. “I can’t believe we’re actually going to pull this off.”

Nicholas leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “We have to be careful. It’s going to be a high-stakes situation. The criminal organization won’t take kindly to anyone poking around.”

Mia nods. “And we need to maintain our cover. If anyone suspects us, it could blow our entire plan.”

You can feel the tension in the air, a reminder of the gravity of the situation. “What time do we need to be there?”

“By eight,” Nicholas says, glancing at the clock. “That gives us just enough time to get ready and drive to the venue.”

After breakfast, you all begin preparing for the night ahead. As you change into the outfit you’d chosen—a sleek black dress that hugs your curves and accentuates your figure—you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This is a new role, one that could have serious implications.

Nicholas steps out of the bathroom, freshly groomed and dressed in a tailored suit that makes him look every bit the part of the powerful businessman you’ll be portraying. His eyes catch yours, and you can’t help but admire him. “You look incredible,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

“Thanks,” you reply, a rush of heat spreading through you. The chemistry between you is palpable, but the weight of the mission hangs heavily in the air.

After finishing your makeup, you step back to admire the final look in the mirror. Your hair cascades down your shoulders in loose waves, and your makeup is polished yet understated. You feel confident, ready to tackle whatever lies ahead.

With the clock ticking down, you gather your belongings and join Nicholas and Mia in the living area. Jake arrives moments later, his expression all business as he pulls out a tablet filled with details about the event.

“Alright,” he begins, directing your attention to the screen. “This is the guest list. You’ll want to familiarize yourselves with the key players. The host is a notorious figure in the criminal world—Marco Rinaldi. He’s the one you need to keep an eye on.”

You nod, your heart racing at the thought of mingling with such dangerous individuals. “What’s our plan for getting close to him?”

“Distraction,” Jake replies with a sly grin. “Nicholas will engage with Rinaldi while you and Mia keep an eye on his associates. Gather intel and any documents that could be useful.”

“Got it,” you say, feeling a surge of determination. “What if things go sideways?”

“Stick to the plan, stay connected via comms, and if things get too hot, we bail,” Nicholas adds. “We can’t afford to get caught.”

With a few more instructions, Jake leaves you all with a sense of purpose. As you head out, the adrenaline begins to course through your veins, fueling your resolve.

The drive to the venue is filled with a mix of nerves and anticipation. As the building comes into view, your heart pounds. It’s a lavish mansion, its grandeur a stark contrast to the dark dealings that likely occur within its walls.

Once inside, you take a moment to absorb your surroundings. The high ceilings and opulent décor create an atmosphere of wealth and power, and the guests are dressed to impress, laughter and chatter filling the air.

“Stick to the plan,” Nicholas reminds you, his hand briefly squeezing yours before he moves away to mingle with the crowd. You watch as he seamlessly transitions into his role, exuding confidence and charisma.

Mia stays close by your side, and you both begin to move through the party, engaging in casual conversations and observing the guests. You scan the room, your heart racing as you spot Marco Rinaldi across the way, surrounded by a group of well-dressed associates.

“This is it,” you whisper to Mia, your pulse quickening. “We need to get closer.”

You and Mia weave through the crowd, the noise and chatter enveloping you. As you approach Rinaldi, you catch snippets of conversation—talk of shipments, deals, and plans that send chills down your spine.

You turn to Mia, whispering, “This is what we need. We have to get this recorded.”

As you lean in closer, trying to catch every detail, you feel a sudden wave of tension in the air. Rinaldi’s laughter echoes, but there’s an edge to it that makes you uneasy. You exchange a glance with Mia, a silent understanding passing between you.

“Let’s move,” she suggests, and you nod, following her lead.

Just then, Nicholas appears at your side, his expression intense. “We need to get out of here. I heard them mention something about a ‘delivery’ tonight. We need to find out what it is before it’s too late.”

“Where’s Jake?” you ask, feeling the urgency rise within you.

“He’s in the car outside, keeping an eye on things,” Nicholas replies, his tone urgent. “But we can’t leave yet. We need to gather more intel.”

You nod, adrenaline coursing through you as you continue to navigate the crowd. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts, and you can feel eyes on you.

“Nicholas,” Mia hisses, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’re being watched.”

You glance around and lock eyes with one of Rinaldi’s associates—a tall man with a predatory gaze who seems to be sizing you up. Your heart races as he begins to approach.

“Play it cool,” Nicholas murmurs, his voice low and steady. “Stay close.”

The man approaches, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well, what do we have here? A new face in our midst?”

You force a smile, your mind racing as you try to gauge his intentions. “Just enjoying the party,” you reply smoothly.

“Is that so? What brings you here?” he asks, his gaze piercing.

Before you can respond, Nicholas steps forward, his demeanor shifting into that of a confident businessman. “I’m here to discuss potential investments with Mr. Rinaldi,” he says, his tone cool and authoritative. “And this is my associate.”

The man’s eyes narrow slightly, but he seems intrigued. “Interesting. I hope you’re not looking to disrupt anything.”

“Of course not,” Nicholas replies, his charm on full display. “We’re simply here to explore opportunities.”

As the man studies you, you hold your breath, hoping the act will hold. There’s a tension in the air, and you can almost see the gears turning in his mind.

“Good,” he says finally, nodding. “Enjoy the evening.” He walks away, but you can feel the weight of his scrutiny lingering.

Once he’s out of earshot, you exhale deeply, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “That was too close,” Mia breathes, her eyes wide.

“We need to get back to our plan,” Nicholas says, his expression serious. “Let’s find out what that ‘delivery’ is.”

You continue to weave through the crowd, and eventually, you overhear snippets of conversation that send chills down your spine. They’re planning something big, and the stakes are higher than you imagined.

As you take notes discreetly on your phone, Nicholas’s hand brushes against yours, a grounding force amidst the chaos. You share a brief look, and in that moment, the world around you fades, leaving just the two of you.

“We need to move,” he whispers, breaking the connection.

You nod, adrenaline thrumming in your veins. You make your way toward the exit, but as you turn a corner, you’re met with a sudden commotion.

A loud crash echoes through the hall, and chaos erupts. Guests are shouting, scrambling for the exits, and you feel the surge of panic rise within you.

“Go!” Nicholas shouts, taking your hand and pulling you along. “We need to find Jake!”

You sprint through the crowd, adrenaline pushing you forward. The noise of chaos surrounds you, but you stay focused on finding your way to safety.

Suddenly, gunshots ring out, echoing through the mansion. The crowd goes wild, screams filling the air as people push and shove to escape.

“Stay close!” Nicholas yells, pulling you against him as you duck into a nearby room, slamming the door shut behind you.

The room is dimly lit, and you press your back against the wall, trying to catch your breath. “What’s happening?” you ask, panic bubbling within

you as you glance at Nicholas, who looks equally intense and alert.

“I don’t know,” he replies, his voice steady despite the chaos outside. “But we can’t stay here for long. We need to find a way out.”

You nod, trying to quell the panic rising within you. The sound of gunfire echoes in the distance, making your heart race even faster. “What about Mia and Jake?” you ask, glancing around the room for any means of escape.

“They’ll find us,” Nicholas assures you, but the uncertainty in his eyes suggests otherwise. “We need to stick together and keep our heads low. If we’re caught…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, and the weight of his unspoken words hangs in the air. You take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your mind racing with possible scenarios.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching, heavy and purposeful. Nicholas immediately stiffens, pulling you closer to him as you both press against the wall, hearts pounding in unison.

The door rattles as someone outside tries to force it open, and you feel a rush of fear. Nicholas’s grip on your arm tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating off him as he weighs the options.

“On three, we bolt for the window,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “We have to make it outside. Ready?”

You nod, your throat dry as you swallow hard, adrenaline surging through your body. “One… two… three!”

With that, you both rush towards the window, pushing aside the heavy drapes. You glance back at the door just as it bursts open, revealing a group of armed men storming into the room.

“Now!” Nicholas shouts, and you leap through the window, hitting the ground hard. The cool night air hits your skin, invigorating and terrifying all at once.

You roll to your feet, adrenaline flooding your senses as you take off running, Nicholas right behind you. The sound of shouts and gunfire reverberates through the mansion, propelling you forward as you dart into the darkness of the garden.

“Over here!” Nicholas directs, leading you through a maze of hedges and flowerbeds. You can hear the men shouting, searching for you, their voices growing closer.

Your heart races as you navigate the shadows, and you feel a surge of desperation. “We can’t let them catch us!” you gasp, your legs burning from the effort.

“I know!” Nicholas replies, his breath coming in quick bursts. “We just need to get to the car.”

You follow him through the garden, the moonlight guiding your path as you try to ignore the fear clawing at your chest. Finally, you spot Jake’s car parked at the far end of the property, its engine running and headlights cutting through the darkness.

“Almost there!” Nicholas urges, his voice low but urgent.

You push yourself to run faster, adrenaline spurring you on as you close the distance to the car. Just as you reach the vehicle, you hear footsteps behind you, heavy and relentless.

“Get in!” Jake shouts, throwing open the passenger door. You scramble into the back seat, Nicholas sliding in beside you. Jake takes off the moment the door slams shut, the tires screeching against the gravel as he speeds away from the chaos.

“Did you get everything?” Nicholas asks, turning to Jake, who nods grimly as he glances in the rearview mirror.

“I did, but it was close. I think they might have seen us,” Jake replies, his tone laced with tension.

Nicholas turns to you, concern etched on his face. “Are you alright?”

You nod, but the reality of what just happened begins to sink in. “I’m fine,” you lie, your heart still racing, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “But what the hell just happened back there?”

“I think they were onto us,” Nicholas explains, his jaw tightening. “Rinaldi’s people must have gotten wind of our presence and decided to make a move.”

“Now what?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady as the adrenaline starts to fade, leaving behind a rush of fatigue and anxiety.

“We need to regroup and figure out our next steps,” Nicholas says. “But first, we need to get to safety. We can’t risk being followed.”

As the car speeds through the winding roads away from the mansion, you feel a mix of relief and anxiety wash over you. You survived the night, but the danger still looms.

After a few tense moments, Jake pulls into a secluded area, parking the car in the shadows. “We should lay low for a bit,” he says, turning to face you both. “I’ll keep watch while you two discuss what’s next.”

“Thanks, Jake,” Nicholas replies, his voice a mix of gratitude and urgency.

As Jake steps out of the car, you turn to Nicholas, who’s staring at you with intensity. “We made it,” you say softly, your heart racing. “But that was way too close.”

Nicholas nods, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. “We’ll figure this out. We have to.” He pauses, his gaze searching yours. “You did amazing tonight. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.”

A flush of warmth spreads through you at his words, and for a brief moment, the chaos fades, leaving only the connection between the two of you. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” you reply, your voice steady.

Nicholas leans in closer, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension. “We’re in this together now. No turning back.”

You nod, feeling the weight of those words settle between you. In that moment, you understand the truth of your situation—this is more than just a mission; it’s a partnership built on trust, danger, and undeniable chemistry.

As you sit together, the world outside fades into a distant hum, and all you can focus on is the man beside you. The night’s events have forged a bond between you, one that feels both thrilling and terrifying.

After a few moments of silence, you both hear a rustling outside the car. Nicholas’s expression sharpens as he moves to the front seat, signaling for you to stay low.

“Jake,” he whispers, urgency in his tone.

You hold your breath, straining to listen as footsteps approach. The tension thickens, and you can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you.

“Stay here,” Nicholas instructs, his voice low as he slips out of the car. You watch him go, your heart pounding in your chest as the shadows swallow him.

Time seems to stretch as you wait, your mind racing with possibilities. What if they found him? What if—

The door opens suddenly, and Nicholas slides back into the car, his expression intense. “It was just a raccoon. We’re good,” he breathes, a hint of a smile breaking through the tension.

You let out a relieved laugh, the sound tinged with nervousness. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I just want to make sure we’re safe.”

As the weight of the night settles over you, you realize just how much you’ve been through together. The adrenaline rush, the danger—it’s all pushed you closer, and the bond you share is undeniable.

Jake returns to the car, shaking his head with a grin. “All clear,” he announces, settling back into the driver’s seat.

“Let’s get out of here,” Nicholas says, his tone shifting to serious once more.

As you drive away from the chaos, the adrenaline finally begins to wear off, leaving a comfortable silence in the car. The night’s events swirl in your mind, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re standing on the precipice of something life-changing.

Finally, as the dark roads unfold ahead of you, you turn to Nicholas, your heart full of questions. “What’s next for us?”

He meets your gaze, his eyes steady and unwavering. “We regroup, gather our intel, and come up with a new plan. But I want you to know… whatever happens, I’m not letting you go.”

You feel a rush of warmth at his words, a mix of excitement and fear. “I’m not going anywhere either,” you reply, your voice firm.

As the night stretches on, you find solace in the uncertainty. You’ve forged a bond in the heat of chaos, and whatever lay ahead, you know you’ll face it together.

With a sense of determination igniting within you, you lean back against the seat, your heart steadying as you prepare for whatever comes next. The storm may have passed, but you know the adventure is just beginning.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the safe house, casting warm rays across the room. You lay in bed, your body still humming with adrenaline from the chaos of the night before. Nicholas was already awake, standing by the window with his arms crossed, a silhouette against the golden light. The tension that had filled the air last night lingered, but now there was a sense of calm settling over you both.

“Good morning,” you said softly, stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Nicholas turned, his expression softening as he caught your gaze.

“Morning,” he replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I was just thinking about our next move.”

You sat up, the sheets slipping down to your waist as you focused on him. “What are we looking at?”

Nicholas stepped closer, his brow furrowed with determination. “We need to regroup with Jake and come up with a plan. We’ve got leads on the Rinaldi organization, and we can’t let this chance slip away.”

Your heart raced at the thought of diving back into danger, but the adrenaline that accompanied the thrill of the chase also excited you. “What do you have in mind?”

He leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms as he considered his next words. “We have a contact who can provide intel. They’re in a position to help us infiltrate the organization’s inner circle. But it’s risky, and I need you to be ready for anything.”

“I’m ready,” you asserted, the conviction in your voice surprising even yourself.

Nicholas’s gaze held yours, and for a moment, you felt the weight of everything you’d been through together. “I trust you,” he said, his voice steady. “But we have to be cautious. If Rinaldi catches wind of us again…”

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I won’t let you down.”

With a quick nod, he stepped back and started pacing the room. “We should meet Jake at the diner across town. It’s a low-key place, and we can talk strategy without drawing attention.”

“Okay, let’s get ready,” you replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you slipped out of bed. You dressed quickly, your mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead.

A short while later, you and Nicholas drove to the diner, the familiar streets of the city providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos. As you pulled into the parking lot, you spotted Jake sitting at a booth near the back, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked up and smiled as you approached.

“Good to see you two,” he said, motioning for you to sit. “I was starting to think you’d slept in.”

Nicholas took a seat across from Jake while you slid into the booth next to him. “What’s the latest?” Nicholas asked, his tone all business.

Jake leaned in, lowering his voice. “I spoke to our contact last night. They’re willing to meet us, but it’s going to be a delicate situation. Rinaldi’s men are everywhere, and they can’t afford to be seen with us.”

“Where do we meet?” you asked, the anticipation building within you.

“At an old warehouse by the docks,” Jake replied. “It’s secluded, but we’ll need to be careful. We’ll meet them at dusk to avoid detection.”

Nicholas glanced at you, his expression serious. “We’ll need a plan for getting in and out. We can’t let them see our faces.”

“Agreed,” you said, your pulse quickening. The thought of facing the organization head-on sent a rush of adrenaline through you.

As you discussed the details of the plan, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. You were in this together, ready to face whatever came your way.

After finishing your coffee, you left the diner, the sun now high in the sky. The atmosphere felt charged, as if the world itself was aware of the impending confrontation.

Back at the safe house, you and Nicholas prepared for the mission. You checked your gear, ensuring you had everything you needed. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of what was to come hanging between you.

“Are you ready?” Nicholas asked, his voice low as he approached you, standing close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“More than ready,” you replied, meeting his gaze. There was something unspoken in the air between you—a mix of fear, excitement, and an undeniable connection that had formed during the chaos of your recent adventures.

He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “No matter what happens tonight, remember that I’m here with you.”

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, feeling a surge of determination. “We’ll get through this together.”

As the sun began to set, you made your way to the warehouse. The streets grew quieter, the shadows lengthening as the sky turned a deep shade of blue. Your heart raced with anticipation, the weight of the mission pressing down on you.

Nicholas parked the car a few blocks away, and you both approached the warehouse on foot. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the electricity between you, the gravity of the moment intensifying as you neared your destination.

“Stay close,” Nicholas whispered, his hand brushing against yours as you navigated through the shadows. You could hear the sound of voices drifting from inside the warehouse, a mix of laughter and the clinking of bottles, indicating that Rinaldi’s men were already there.

Peering through a grimy window, you spotted your contact, a wiry man with sharp features and an air of confidence. He was seated at a table, flanked by two guards who looked all too aware of their surroundings.

“Looks like they’re ready,” Nicholas murmured, his tone tense. “We’ll have to go in and make sure we get the intel without raising alarms.”

“Let’s do this,” you replied, determination flooding your veins. You stepped back from the window, ready to put your plan into action.

As you and Nicholas slipped through the entrance, the atmosphere shifted. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the voices inside grew louder. You could see the guards stationed near the entrance, their eyes scanning the area, unaware of your presence.

Nicholas motioned for you to follow him as he led you to a side entrance, which had been left slightly ajar. You slipped inside, adrenaline surging through you.

Inside the warehouse, the tension was palpable. The man you were meant to meet sat casually, his demeanor relaxed despite the surroundings. As you approached, he looked up, his expression shifting to surprise.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low and suspicious.

“Nicholas Alexander,” Nicholas replied smoothly, stepping forward with confidence. “We need to talk about Rinaldi.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, weighing the situation. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous.”

“We know,” you interjected, your heart racing. “But we have intel that could help take him down. We need your help.”

He hesitated, glancing back at the guards. You could feel the tension building, the urgency of your situation pressing down on you.

“Alright,” he finally said, motioning for you to sit. “But we need to be quick. Rinaldi’s men are everywhere, and if they catch wind of this…”

As he spoke, you felt a sense of hope mingling with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. This was it—this was your chance to turn the tide against the organization that had caused so much chaos in your lives.

The man shared the intel, detailing Rinaldi’s operations and his connections within the city. Every piece of information he provided felt like a step closer to victory, igniting a fire within you.

Nicholas listened intently, nodding along as the man spoke. You could see the gears turning in his mind as he processed the information, strategizing how to move forward.

Just as the conversation reached a crucial point, a loud crash echoed from the entrance, followed by shouts. The guards sprang to attention, and the atmosphere shifted instantly.

“Rinaldi’s men!” the contact shouted, panic etched across his face.

“Get down!” Nicholas ordered, pulling you behind a stack of crates as chaos erupted. You could hear footsteps approaching, the sound of men shouting, their voices laced with aggression.

“Stay here,” Nicholas instructed, his eyes fierce as he prepared to confront the threat. You wanted to argue, to insist that you could help, but you knew better than to challenge him now.

“Be careful,” you whispered, your heart racing as he moved toward the entrance, determination radiating from him.

As you crouched behind the crates, you could feel the tension building in the air. The sounds of chaos grew louder, and you strained to catch glimpses of the commotion outside.

The fight broke out in earnest, the sound of fists striking flesh and the clatter of bodies hitting the ground ringing in your ears. You held your breath, your pulse racing as you waited for Nicholas to return.

After what felt like an eternity, the commotion began to die down. You peered around the crates, catching sight of Nicholas as he fought his way back toward you, his expression fierce but focused.

“Let’s go!” he shouted, urgency in his voice as he reached for your hand.

You scrambled out from behind the crates, heart pounding as you followed him through the chaos. Rinaldi’s men were closing in, and you could feel the adrenaline surging through your veins.

As you sprinted toward the exit, you could hear the sounds of chaos behind you, but you didn’t dare look back. Your focus was solely on escaping, on getting to safety with Nicholas by your side.

The adrenaline surged through your veins, propelling you forward as you and Nicholas burst out of the warehouse into the cool night air. The streets were dark, shadows dancing under the dim streetlights, but there was no time to stop and catch your breath.

“Over here!” Nicholas shouted, leading you down an alleyway that veered away from the commotion. Your heart raced, not just from the run, but from the danger that was still so palpable in the air. You could hear the sounds of pursuit echoing behind you—shouts, the sound of feet pounding against the pavement, and the unmistakable clinking of weapons.

You followed Nicholas, your mind racing. He glanced back at you, determination etched into his features. “Keep moving! We have to lose them!”

As you turned a corner, the narrow alley opened up into a slightly wider street, and you skidded to a stop. Nicholas pulled you behind a dumpster, both of you crouching low. Your heart thudded in your chest as you listened, straining to catch any sounds of pursuit.

“They’ll be searching the alleys,” Nicholas whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “We need to find a way to throw them off our scent.”

“Can we get to the car?” you suggested, glancing around for a way to escape.

“It’s too risky,” he replied, shaking his head. “We need to think. They’ll be expecting us to run straight for it.”

As you crouched there, a plan began to form in your mind. “What if we double back and head toward the old subway entrance? We could take the train and get out of the area.”

Nicholas’s eyes lit up with approval. “Good thinking. Let’s move.”

You waited a moment longer to ensure the coast was clear before slipping out from behind the dumpster. You ran together through the shadows, your footsteps soft against the pavement. The streets were empty, an eerie stillness settling over the night as you approached the subway entrance, hidden behind a crumbling brick wall.

Reaching the entrance, you pushed open the rusty door, and a musty scent greeted you. The dim light flickered above, illuminating the graffiti-covered walls as you descended the worn steps into the underground station.

“Stay close,” Nicholas warned, his tone serious. The air felt cooler down here, a stark contrast to the heat of the chase above.

You nodded, your senses heightened. The shadows seemed to dance around you as you moved deeper into the station, the faint sound of dripping water echoing through the tunnels.

Nicholas pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up the dark space. “We need to check the train schedule,” he said, swiping through the app quickly. “There’s a train coming in about ten minutes.”

You both settled on a bench, trying to catch your breath. The silence was thick, and you could still feel the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Nicholas…” you began, but he cut you off.

“Are you okay?” His eyes searched yours, concern etched into his features.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, though you could feel your heart still racing from the earlier chaos. “But what happens next? Once we get on that train?”

He took a moment, leaning back against the cold metal of the bench. “We need to lay low for a while, regroup, and then plan our next move. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

His protectiveness wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, but it also sparked a question in your mind. “What about you? You’ve been putting yourself in danger for me. I don’t want you to risk everything.”

Nicholas looked at you, and for a moment, the weight of everything hung in the air between you. “I can’t just walk away, not now. I’ve already dragged you into this. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You nodded, the warmth of his words wrapping around your heart. “I appreciate that, but I’m not just some damsel in distress. I want to help. I need to be part of this.”

“I know you do,” he replied, his voice low and intense. “But this is dangerous. I can’t guarantee your safety.”

His words sparked a fire within you. “I’ve faced danger before, Nicholas. I won’t sit on the sidelines while you fight this battle alone.”

Nicholas studied you for a moment, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. Finally, he exhaled, a resigned smile tugging at his lips. “Okay. We’ll do this together. But we need to be careful. If we’re going to take down Rinaldi, we can’t afford any mistakes.”

The sound of a train approaching filled the tunnel, and you both stood, adrenaline rushing through your veins again. The distant rumble of the engine grew louder, and soon the lights illuminated the dark tunnel as the train screeched to a stop in front of you.

As the doors slid open, Nicholas stepped onto the train first, gesturing for you to follow. You slipped inside, the cool metal feeling solid beneath your feet. The interior was dimly lit, with only a few other passengers scattered throughout the car, unaware of the danger that lingered just beneath the surface.

You settled into a seat near the back, keeping your eyes on the door, while Nicholas took a spot beside you, his body tense and alert.

As the train pulled away from the station, the city lights blurred into streaks of color outside the window. The familiar scenery gave way to the underbelly of the city, and the sense of safety began to settle over you.

“This isn’t over,” Nicholas said quietly, his eyes focused on the window as the city raced past. “We have to stay vigilant. Rinaldi won’t stop until he finds us.”

“I know,” you replied, your heart racing at the thought. “But at least we’re one step closer.”

He turned to you, a spark of admiration in his gaze. “You’ve got guts, you know that?”

A smile crept onto your lips. “Just trying to keep up with you.”

The train rumbled on, the air thick with unspoken tension and excitement. You could feel the connection between you strengthening, solidified by the danger that lurked just outside the train car.

As you rode in silence, the journey ahead felt uncertain, but one thing was clear: whatever came next, you were in it together. You would face the darkness head-on, ready to fight for your future, and ready to protect each other.

The train continued its journey, carrying you both toward the unknown, but also toward hope—a chance for a new beginning away from the shadows, and a step closer to the future you both wanted.

As the train rounded a corner and the city slipped further into the distance, you stole a glance at Nicholas. He was focused, but there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

"Come here," he murmured, pulling you into a tight embrace. His hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, synchronizing with your own.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands moving to cup your face. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned softly, your hands clutching at his shirt.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Let's go to the private coupé," he said, leading you by the hand.

The bedroom was bathed in a soft glow from the  lamp. You sat on the edge of the bench, your eyes locked onto his as he undressed, revealing his muscular frame. You could see the outline of his cock through his boxers, and you licked your lips, anticipating what was to come.

He smirked, noticing your gaze. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice laced with desire.

"Yes," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch your thigh. He slowly moved his hand up, his fingers brushing against your pussy through your jeans. You gasped, your hips bucking slightly.

"You're wet," he murmured, his fingers tracing the seam of your jeans. "I can feel how much you want me."

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. He unbuttoned your jeans, his fingers slipping inside to stroke your clit. You moaned, your head falling back.

"That feels so good," you whispered.

He pulled your jeans down, his fingers continuing to stroke your clit. You were so wet, your juices coating his fingers. He slipped a finger inside you, and you moaned loudly, your hips moving in sync with his hand.

"You're so tight," he said, his voice rough. He added another finger, stretching you and making you moan even louder.

You pulled him closer, your hands fumbling with his boxers. He helped you, pushing them down and freeing his cock. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly. He groaned, his hips thrusting into your hand.

"Fuck, that feels good," he muttered.

He pushed you back onto the bed, his body covering yours. He kissed you again, his cock rubbing against your clit. You could feel the tip of it, hot and hard, and you wriggled against him, trying to get him inside you.

He chuckled, his lips moving to your neck. "Not yet," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "I want to taste you first."

He moved down your body, his tongue tracing a path down your stomach. He spread your legs, his fingers continuing to stroke your clit as his tongue found your pussy. He licked you slowly, savoring your taste. You moaned, your hands fisting the sheets.

"Oh, God," you whispered. "That feels amazing."

He flicked his tongue against your clit, making you cry out. He sucked on it, his fingers sliding in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing.

Come for me," he commanded, his voice muffled against your pussy.

You did, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm until you were a panting, quivering mess.

He moved up your body, his cock poised at your entrance. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed inside you. You moaned, your arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his hips moving slowly.

You nodded, your eyes locked onto his. "Don't stop," you begged.

He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster. You could feel every inch of him, filling you completely. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels digging into his ass, urging him on.

Harder," you whispered, your voice hoarse.

He obliged, his hips slamming into yours. You could feel him hitting your G-spot, and you knew you were close to another orgasm. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

He groaned, his body tensing as he came. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, his hot cum filling you. You moaned, your body convulsing one last time as your own orgasm swept through you.

He collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat. You held him tightly, your heart beating in sync with his.

"That was...incredible," you whispered.

He smiled, his lips brushing against yours. "It was," he agreed.

You lay there, basking in the afterglow, your bodies entwined. The world outside might be tumultuous, but in that moment, everything felt right. Together, you were ready to face whatever came next.