#safety car on lap 2 is CRAZY WORK!

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oh mexico grand prix. you really have a lot to give us this year don’t you!

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kizzatober series: Thrilling Ghouls

Kinktober Prompts: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? CW: AU. Most warnings for P2 really. Slightly dubcon-y. Bully/mean/teasing Toji. Bratty/crazy gf reader. Rough sex. Drug ref. Werewolf transformation but this isn't that furry shit lol. Omegaverse themes I borrow heavily from but I'm not following the rules of it faithfully (I don't even know them myself lol) WC: 4k of 10.4k Lightly black fem coded but no descriptors.

A/N: This one took a bit longer expected as I recently caught a cold, boooo! But I'm realizing even in my fics I intend to be PWPs I still need to set the mood and a plot springs forth lmfao. Plus I had fun actually trying to write a bit of horror in too! I decided to split into 2 parts because of the delay already.

Big shout out to an irl bestie @sairotonin for drawing a sketch of Werewolf!Toji for her inktober for me to use in my gfx. TY sis you a real one!!

Enjoy!

“In the next 500ft, turn left.”

This was going to be the third goddamn left the car navigation told you to take in the last 20 minutes. You were ninety-nine percent sure you had been going in circles and were now lost as shit at night in the middle of nowhere. 

You glance at your phone sitting in the dash-caddy. 

One measly bar. 

The further you traveled, the more the service bars were dwindling as well. 

Shit, you had 3 full bars last time you looked.

Opting to keep ahead straight instead of turning, you cross-check your destination via the spy monitoring app you had shamelessly downloaded on your boyfriend Toji’s phone.

Toji’s current location was 45 miles outside of the city and it had been a good 10 miles since you last saw any kind of highway. The area you were in was a mix between nature reserve and private property so not even GPS could pin down the exact directions to his whereabouts. 

Sigh. 

You had never wanted to be That Girl™. 

You know, the ones who would sneak peaks at their boyfriend’s phones, were super insecure about any interaction their man had with the opposite sex and ran down on them while they were out to catch them in the act of cheating. 

But you were a woman at the end of her rope.

What else could you do?

For a few days every month Toji would simply disappear. 

The various excuses he gave usually centered around his work. You didn’t know exactly what he did, but you knew enough to know most of it was dangerous and wasn’t what good society would consider legal.  

Toji had scolded you before for asking too many details. 

For your own safety.

He would say with an arrogant smirk.

But even when working you had always been able to get a hold of him after a few hours. It was just this one particular job he would completely drop off the face of the earth for. It annoyed you, sure, but Toij’s work never followed him home so you didn't have complaints.  

That is, until you had finally moved-in with him and Megumi.

Truly, you were already like a little family.

Megumi, who had just recently started preschool, had been quick to warm up to you ever since you and Toji first introduced you to him a few months prior to that. 

But living together pushed things to a whole other level. Megumi would follow you around like a lost pup and often opted to sit in your lap rather than Toji’s.

Not to mention throw a near fit if you weren’t the one to tuck him in goodnight. (Toji would never admit he was a bit jealous and would only grumble slightly that it was less of a hassle for him if you did it so you should just do it from now on).

You never even realized you had such a mothering instinct, being on the same page as Toji about no more kids, until you looked into those little emerald eyes of Gumi’s and absolutely melted. 

You had grown so close that the little boy unknowingly let it slip once while Toji was MIA on that job, that he was glad Daddy went on his daddy breaks once a month so you both could have fun together by yourselves.

You tried to keep your reactions in check for Megumi but that revelation completely shook you. 

A “daddy break” didn’t sound much like a work trip to you which spiked your anxiety and caused you to spiral into overthinking. 

Did he need a break from you too as well?

You couldn't very well grill a 4-year old and you didn’t have the nerve to just ask Toji straight out. 

So you did the only thing you could think of at the time and that was to complain to your good friend Tsukumo over drinks a few days later after Toji returned.

Tsukumo, who always seemed to have the wrong answer for everything, simply told you to do the ‘smart’ thing and download a monitoring app on his phone that would log is calls, texts and whereabouts. 

You initially balked at her.

Tracking Toji had never crossed your mind.

Outside of this, Toji had never given you a reason to doubt him and you wanted to respect his privacy and trust, especially trust as you knew he didn’t let many people get close to him at all.

True, he wasn’t exactly the most forthcoming man you ever dated. You were well aware he had his many skeletons as well as ex-hookups. But Toji for the most part had been content with his gambling then coming home to you and Megumi. 

He wasn’t the type to ‘run the streets with the boys (he had no boys tbh), you had only ever known him to have the occasional drink with Shiu when he wasn’t out gambling.

You had almost refused to do such a thing… That is until Tsukumo posed the question: 

What’s more important Y/N– your peace of mind or his trust? 

And Y/N, is trust really what’s important here at all if he is in fact already taking advantage of yours?

Touché. 

Tsukumo had you there.

“Besides, you think that old dinosaur is even going to notice an extra app on his phone in the first place?” 

Tsukumo quipped, throwing back a shot of sake and jiggling the empty container at the bartender for more.

“You just got rid of his old flip phone last year. I’m surprised he can even use a touchscreen without punching a hole through it. Just delete the app once you’ve seen what you needed to see.”

Tsukumo gave you this advice like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Ignoring her digs at Toji’s age, and maybe it was the 3 bottles of sake the both of you had blown through in the last hour, but you were starting to think she might be onto something. 

“Mmm, on second thought, might as well keep it on there. Men like Fushiguro are dogs that need to be kept on tight leashes.”

Tsukumo grinned at you with a wink before turning her attention back to the bartender.

You still didn’t know then if you would actually go through with it.

Nevertheless, here you are now at 11:15 PM at night about to pull up on your boyfriend thanks to Tsukumo’s advice to find out once and for all if Toji was cheating on you.

You had dropped Megumi off at his best friend Yuji’s for the night, thanking Yuji’s parents for watching him and feeling guilty for lying to them that you and Toji had a date night. 

Almost there.

You are within 2 miles of arriving at the vicinity of where the monitoring app says Toji is.

However, your anxieties were getting the best of you as you drove in near tears.

You turn up your music louder, the booming bass distracting you from how much darker and creepier it gets the further you drive into the wooded area. 

Sighing again, you had no idea how this would turn out but you knew the result would determine whether you would be listening to Positions by Ariana Grande or Playing Games by Summer Walker on repeat during the drive back. 

☠

Barely a half mile later, you see the engine light of your car flash. The pungent odor of burning oil fills the car as a plume of smoke escapes out from under the hood.

Goddamn it, Toji. 

“Y/N, make sure to go get ‘er an oil change while I’m gone. Ya got like 15 good miles left on ‘er.”                                                                                                                                  Toji’s voice rang in your mind. 

Well the big lunk he was wrong.

You had driven at least 33 miles so far.

You mentally cussed him again. 

Toji was the one who was supposed to change your oil, he used your car more than you did. Only opting to use his own blacked out unplated and unlicensed car for jobs like he was on now.  

You wouldn’t have even left the house if it wasn’t for his sketchy cheating headass. 

Okay, so you hadn’t exactly confirmed that just yet, but you were pissed and until you confirmed otherwise, right now he was a cheater and everything about this situation was his fault.

Pulling over to the side of the dirt road before you caused further damage to your car, you weighed your options.

Option 1: Call AAA

You had zero bars though. 

Fuck. 

Option 2: Wait here in the safety of the car until morning.

You would still have zero bars and you might miss Toji, making this whole trip fruitless.

If he beat you home in the morning and found you gone with Megumi at Yuji’s with the sad excuse for a 'date night' lie you gave, you would never hear the end of it.

He would taunt you into oblivion that your silly ass drove all the way up here unto the woods for your car to break down cause you were too busy being a psycho bitch to remember to get an oil change.

Option 3: Walk on foot the rest of the way to Toji.

Really the only viable option you had. 

It was a good 12 miles or so back to the highway, you didn’t know how many turns you had made since then and you doubt you could make it back on foot anyway. If you were going to walk a few miles to get service again you might as well walk to where Toji was.

Sure if he wasn’t cheating you would still get ridiculed, but at least you could get a ride home. 

And if he was cheating, you would hot wire his car (one of the few useful things he did teach you) and that motherfucker and his whore could find their own way home.

Resolving yourself to walk, you put on Toji's hoodie that fortunately was still in the backseat from him last using your car to go to the gym. 

You really should have put more thought into planning this before you left. Besides Toji’s oversized worn hoodie that reached your mid-thighs all you were wearing was a thin white shirt and black spandex shorts. 

You didn’t even have sneakers or boots, as you looked down at your fuzzy black slippers you mostly only wore outside to run short errands like dropping off Megumi at preschool or picking up groceries. 

Thankfully, you did have a small flashlight in the glove compartment though in case of emergencies like this.

Flashlight in tow, you step outside of your stalled car and immediately suck in a worried breath as the weight of the chilly night settles over you like a heavy cloak.

You only have a mile and a half trek but the dirt road that stretches out before you looks endless as it disappears into the obscurity of the thick shroud of fog surrounding you. 

The flashlight doesn’t do much to cut through the intense density of condensation. You had only made it a mere 20 feet from your car but you can just barely make out its faint outline.

Swallowing, you put on your bravest face and fix your gaze forward. 

The reflections of your flashlight casts shifty patterns on the mist in your peripheral vision and you do your best to ignore the chill that creeps up your shoulders. 

“Fuck you, Toji.” 

You mumble half-heartedly, pulling the hood over head.

You didn’t really mean it though. Would-be-cheater or not more than anything you wished he was here with you now. 

You were freezing, tired and all you could think about was how warm and safe you would feel in Toji’s arms. Even if you were mad at him. 

You pick up the pace, wanting to get to him sooner. 

Almost more unnerving than the fog itself, the forest around you is as quiet as a grave.

There are no chirps of crickets, nor hoots of owls. 

Not even in the crisp cold of fall does the wind rustle through the trees, everything is silent.

The haunting nature around you seems to hold its breath as if it knows you're an unwelcome intruder who has trespassed too far.

You don’t dare peer into the trees which look taller in the darkness, closing in tightly on the dirt road. They are ghastly silhouettes of their former selves blocking any moonlight to help guide your way. 

You shiver as you feel as if you are being watched from a distance.

The only noise you hear is the soft crunching of rocks and leaves beneath your feet with every unsure step you take forward. 

You can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread as a stray tear runs down your cheek.

You couldn’t get to Toji soon enough. 

Though you still didn’t have any service the GPS updated as much as it could in roaming, you were so close.

As you continue forward a shadow on the path catches your eye in the foggy distance. 

Your heart quickens as you inch closer, your anticipation mingling with fear.

Shapes soon begin to take form and the harsh reality dawns upon you.

A pack of wolves. 

Their shadowy figures coalesce before you through the fog as they take stock of you.

You start to feel queasy as you see their red-stained muzzles dripping with the blood of their latest kill. The grotesque carcass of a deer practically stripped to the bone lay lifeless under their enormous paws. 

Their eyes, fierce and predatory, meet yours with a chilling intensity as the feeble beam of your flashlight washes over them. The deer, although large, you know is not enough to quell hunger from beasts of their size.

With a shaky breath you slowly retreat, not wanting to further agitate their already aggravated predatory senses. 

Then you hear it.

From what seems to be the darkest reaches of the night, a sound reverberates from the trees, through the forest and beyond that's unlike anything you've ever heard before. 

The howl that tears through the stillness is so chilling you instantly feel the lamentation that carries the weight of centuries of primal power down in the very marrow of your bones.

Even the wolves snap their heads to attention and bow their heads as if the sound announced the presence of a creature much higher on the food chain... something more ancient and malevolent…

...something terrifyingly unhuman.

The body racking shiver you experience is so intense it has you sprinting at full speed before your mind, frozen from fear, can even process you are moving. 

You burst through the dense trees, leaving the road as your heart pounds like a drum in your chest and tears stream freely down your cheeks to soak the edge of Toji’s sweatshirt.

The tangled underbrush of the forest whips the soft skin of your legs and the forest itself seems to conspire against you as you navigate the obstacle course of branches, logs and large rocks all seemingly with a mission to slow you down.

You can hear the chilling howls of the wolves you saw on the road call out behind you, giving chase. 

The sounds of their footfalls grow closer with every passing second.

Terrifying as they are, they hold no candle against the howl that sent you running and your body continues to propel you forward. 

Panic frazzles your senses and you make the tragic error of trying to steal a glance back behind you before directly colliding with a large cedar.

Groaning from the impact you reel as you try to gather yourself, clinging to the tree for support. 

You hear a twig snap behind you and you whirl around as you are faced with a largest gray wolf out of the pack who had been chasing you. 

The alpha wolf’s teeth glint menacingly as their breath escapes in visible puffs in the frigid night air. 

Too late to try to make a run for it again, you whimper as you resign yourself to your fate. You slid down the large tree to bury your face in your knees.

Was this it?

Was this how you died?

You weren’t even able to see Toji after coming all this way. 

You also wanted to be able to hug Megumi one last time and maybe knock the daylights out of Tsukumo for her horrible ass idea. 

But ultimately this was all your fault. 

You could be snuggled up with Gumi on the sofa with snacks watching Anpanman but your dumbass had to go galavanting off into the middle of the woods like a fucking lunatic and now you’re about to be eaten by a wolf.

You could feel the wolf’s overbearing presence as it approached you but you couldn’t bear to look up. You’d rather spend your final moments thinking of Toji and Megumi. 

Yet despite your impending doom, your head did snap up once you felt a rough tongue gently lick your ankles and curiously sniff at the ends of Toji's hoodie covering your legs. 

The wolf was more than intimidating up close as its giant muzzle was the size of your entire head.

However the wolf regarded you cautiously like it almost recognized you before releasing its own chillingly deep howl and promptly running off.

Wait– T-The hell?!

You sat there at the trunk of the tree trying to process the interaction that just took place but you didn’t have much time to ponder as you heard something else approaching you rapidly.

The sound of snapping twigs and heavy, uneven footfalls don’t seem to be that of a wolf, renewing the sensation of dread through your body. 

Your heart races in your chest as the ominous sounds of the being looming evermore closer become more pronounced.

From the shadows emerges a monstrous figure.

The fog doesn’t reach this deep into the forest and the moonlight that peeks between the trees glimmers on its enlarged taut muscles. 

Its eyes, red, burn like fiery amber. 

Fierce and resolute you can see them pierce through the darkness long before you can make out any features of the creature's face.

What you think upon first glance must be a demonic apparition from your worst nightmares ends up being– 

Toji?!

As he steps into a beam of moonlight, the transformation before you is complete. 

Toji’s once-human and feet hands have become formidable claws with nails like blades, his face remains mostly unchanged with the exception of his mouth which in his snarl reveals rows of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth.

He is still mostly human in appearance but you can tell he stands taller, nearly 8 feet.

The thicker body hair on his forearms bristles with raw power.

He was completely bare save for the tattered jeans barely hanging on his body that had torn from the sheer size of his enormous muscularity in this form.

Each step he takes towards you makes your heart skip a beat yet you stare transfixed, unable to look away and your tears increase.

Was this terrifying otherworldly apparition the boyfriend you had been searching for?

Time stands still in that haunting moment as Toji’s eyes bore into your soul with a predatory intensity. 

His hunger and primal instincts radiates off of him like a palpable force. 

“T-T-Toji?” 

You cautiously inquire through your quiet sobs. 

“Y/N?! What the fuck do you think y’er doing out here?” 

Toji snarls back at you. His growl seems to cause the very atmosphere to vibrate and the earth beneath you quakes as your body involuntarily quivered with fear. 

Toji thought he must have been losing his goddamn mind when he caught onto your scent earlier but here you were like a lost little lamb to the slaughter before him.

He came out onto the woods to be alone, away from civilization and away from you and Megumi during his monthly transformations. 

It was safer that way, for all of you.

You had been fortunate the local wolf pack had acknowledged him as their Alpha and recognized his scent on you.

But there were far worse dangers in the forest besides them.

Toji wouldn’t be able to protect you like he was now. 

Not with you needing protection from him too.

Protection from him as not only was it a full moon, it was a harvest moon, a mating moon. 

The primal urge to rip you apart was only truncated by the more intense carnal urge to mate with you. Toji wanted to claim you as his and fuck you so hard into the girthy cedar behind you the entire tree would topple over by its roots.

He had wanted to claim you as his mate for a while now.

Even moved you in with him and Megumi as the final step but you couldn’t wait for that, could you? 

You had managed to track him somehow all the way out here and throw his whole plan into the shitter. 

He could barely control himself in this form as it is and now your scent, blubbering cries and the fucking harvest moon were sending him with full force into a fierce rut. 

“T-Toji w-what is this!? W-what’s happened to you!? W-what are you doing out here?!” 

Worry saturates your voice as you choke out your questions in rapid fire cries not giving him time to even respond.

Toji fights the predatory instinct in him who sees you as his prey and if your gaze wasn’t so focused on trying to read his face for answers you surely would have noticed him fully bricked near bursting out of his worn jeans.

You looked so appetizing. 

He needed you.

However, Toji could tell your nerves were completely shot and the slightest twitch of his muscles toward you had you almost jumping out of your skin like a little bunny rabbit.

“Y-Y/N…” 

His voice strained itself into a murmur as he attempted to do his best to lull you into some sort of security so he could explain things calmly to you.

Yet the way he was near salivating, drool dripping from his canines as he panted and towered over you did anything but make you feel secure. 

You mistook his lust for bloodthirstiness.

“Just calm down. It’s OK.”

Toji needed you to be calm like he needed you to take steadier breaths if he was going to successfully win the tumultuous war he was fighting against his instincts to pounce on you. 

There is an oppressive tension between the two of you and he can tell you are also fighting against your fight or flight reflexes.

Good girl. 

It would be disastrous if you did something foolish, no telling what might happen then.

But unfortunately for the both of you, your fits of emotion and impulses are what had your crazy ass out here in the first place. 

The pressure had officially gotten to you. 

Toji’s lies, your car, the woods, the wolves, everything leading up to this point bubbled over because the last thing you wanted to be told right now was to ‘just calm down’.

You snapped. 

“Ok? OK?! OKAY?!...TOJI WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT THIS IS O.K. RIGHT NOW!?”

You were practically hysterical as you yelled at him, momentarily forgetting your fears of Toji’s new form.

The trigger of being told to 'calm down' in a situation where you clearly had every right to feel every fucking emotion you wanted won out over everything else.

“MY CAR BROKE DOWN BECAUSE OF YOU DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT WITH WHOEVER THE FUCK OUT HERE, I LITERALLY WAS JUST CHASED BY WOLVES, ALMOST EATEN, AND Y-YOU… Y-YOU-”

A crackling snap came from above you and you realized Toji’s claws had completely ripped a large chunk out of the tree right above your head.

Your tantrum had in turn pushed him over the edge as well. 

His irises flared intensely at you as you quivered under his gaze in fear.

He would have you but first, he would play with you a bit.

Things never happened the easy way with you.

Yet, that’s also exactly the way Toji liked it too. That's why he'd put up with you thus far.

A malevolent smirk dons Toji's features as his simple command issues an unsettling tremor running down into the depths of your being.

“Run.”

P2 HERE!

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀ��ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: Count on Tsukumo to always given the wrong fuckin’ advice. Lmfao! Or was it the right advice in this case? Hmm we will see what happens next!

Smutty goodness in the next part. This part was just to set the horror mood!

I promise this fic isn't as nearly as long as Ghostface!Choso. It's looking to be about 8k total and I have 3.5k of P2 finished lol.

Reblog if you are both submissive and breedable for Werewolf!Toji, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

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Protective girl (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Inspires by @charles-eclair16 's fic

When fans go too far, yn wants to protect the one treasure in her life

or

in which we finally get to see the roles reversed

N.B: this is been in my drafts for so long, omg! Let me know what you guys think!! WARNING: not proof read, some swear words, might have messed up a date, don't focus on any dates mentioned, this is all fictional anyways. Hope you guys like it

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itsmeyn: charles always goes above and beyond for every single fan of his, he tries to take as many pictures and sign as many autographs as possible, but what happened last night was a fucking joke. He doesn't like what I'm writing cause he says that it was just a mistake and that it was fine, but it really isn't, it's so disrespectful and disgusting! He always wants to meet his fans and make them happy only to receive this insanity, him falling AND HURTING HIMSELF because some of you can't fucking wait and be organized like a human being! Charles isn't an animal in a zoo where you race to pet him! He is a human being, he is a son, a brother and a boyfriend! This wasn't just an accident, i have seen these 6 girls multiple times in multiple places! it's so obsessive and so so sick of you to follow him everywhere.... Charles won't speak up because he is Charles and he lives seeing the good in people, but I will tear everything and everyone for his safety, so for you 6 girls you will be hearing from court soon so better prepare a good lawyer you assholes!

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F1_updates_live: Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, YN LN, seen today arriving in front of the UK's courthouse in a red SF9 Ferarri. It had been quite a week for YN as she was seen hitting a fan after the said fan pushed Charles. YN took this fan and 5 others to court, no one knows on what bases but what has come out is that she has won the case which means that Charles and YN have restraining orders against the group.

username: OHH HEEEELLL YEAAAAAHH

username: yn doing God's work

username: yn serving justice

username: that's what we needed

username: hot girl shit

username: the car and suit combo is so fucking hot of her

username: I think this is too much, like these girls just wanted to see Charles

username: @.itsmeyn can we make them 7?

username: another one

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itsmeyn: don't blame me, love made me crazy

username: YN IS A FELLOW SWIFTIE?!?!?

username: if I had a nickel for everytime yn and I had something in common I'd have 2 nickels, which is not a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

username: now I just want her to watch all the charles edits done with a taylor song

itsmeyn: who says i already don't 🌚

username: and I oop-

username: THIS IS THE SWEETEST AND CRINGIEST SHIT EVER!

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itsmeyn: congratulations to my baby, the love of my life, you deserve it and so much more ♥️♥️

username: FINALLY!!

username: idk how to react, ferarri has let us down too many times that all I know is lose

username: I don't see how he deserves it tbh, all of his results are shit for quite a while , he's only where he is cause he's driving a ferarri 🤷‍♂️

itsmeyn: oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the one in a formula one car, in a ferarri, that by the words of many professionals is at its worse era. I don't care about you and your opinion but don't state it as a fact, no one can do better with these strategies. I hate to keep saying this but when your own fucking team doesn't have the same dream as you it turns to shit. Even if charles is the only one in the car, it's still a team sport, not a one man sport. Fuck you and your tiny ass brain that can never survive one lap in a formula one car, it'll probably explode cause of all the bullshit in it before the first lap anyway. So next time you wanna talk shit maybe try to do fifth of who you're criticising is doing, I bet that'll shut you up real quick you dimwit.

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F1_updates_live: YN LN, Charles' long time girlfriend, seen today fighting Xavi in Bahrain due to his mistake on the radio which resulted in Charles losing his podium position.

username: good for her

username: charles is so lucky

username: I love how she always stands up for him

username: honestly, whenever charles or carlos ignore the strategies they win... I really wanna see more of that.

username: this is just Monaco 2024 GP all over again, yn was so fucking furious (rightfully so) cause Xavi's mistake costed charles a p1 in his home race.

username: this shit was so heartbreaking man

username: I think this was the first time we ever saw yn angry at sabotaging charles, like the most we saw was her holding his hand when crossing the street, making sure he eats first, playing with his hair when nervous, but I've never seen yn make someone literally cry until 2024 with Xavi being her victim

username: pffft, victim, he 100% deserved it

username: oh yeah, definitely. All my homes hate Xavi, like can you not say the strategy properly 😒

[lestappenwdc]

Miami unserious race overview

Hello and welcome back. We have another interesting race behind us. My thought on each team and driver under the cut as always.

1. Red Bull

I cant believe I'm saying this but Max lost on lack of pace. This is both good news and bad news to me. Good news because the Red Bull is within reach to the rest of the grid and we might get a possible lestappen fight in the future and bad news because my Maxie lost 😭. But it's OK he's gonna win the next one (if Charles let's him he he)

And it looks like red bull got the setup wrong for this race (they applied for a change that was not approved under Parc Ferme) so I'm not too scared. And by the looks of it neither was Max.

At one point Perez had such a bad pace I was like WHAT is wrong with the Red Bull??? It's insane. I'm starting to like Checo again so I don't want him to flop too hard. But alas.. it's Checo. But please please for the love of good be good enough to keep Daniel in the midfield. 🙏

2. Ferrari

Charles was amazing once again all weekend. That's my perfect driver. He did everything right except for that spin but he controlled amazing there too. I just love him so much ok? OK. And he didn't seem too dissapointed with his pace compared to McLaren either maybe because they could keep up with them on similar tyre life's without upgrades. So those coking upgrades must be good if he is this nonchalant to losing to Lando. Like I said, both Charles and Max seemed pretty unaffected but maybe that was just them in the moment being happy for their friend. No way to tell.

Anti Carlos rant and thoughts on the rest of the grid below the cut

Carlos was horrible. Honestly just all in all a really bad performance from him. Please let us start acknowledging this. First he could not pass Daniel in the sprint, then in the race the first thing he does again is attack Charles instead of defend against Perez. Which lead to Perez barging in and almost taking both of them out. He was extremely lucky that didnt happen. Then he kept whining on the radio about how he is faster (he was 0.029 faster for god's sake). And one point when he lost the DRS he wanted a switch which was exactly when he saw he was losing pace and he needed something to happen for him to be in front. Then I don't even want to talk about the fight with Piastri. That was just embarrassing, both from a on track battle perspective and a horrible whiny human being perspective. No skill no personality nothing. I honestly don't remember him being in a battle with someone and not making contact in recent races. And then this same person goes and blames everyone but himself. And not only that, he's saying he had the win???? Honey, Lando would have passed you in half a lap if you hadn't pitted, what are you on about? What win? I wish to be this delusional one day.

Carlos rant over moving on to the man of the hour:

3. McLaren

Lando finally got the win! Yay. Kinda a lot of mixed feelings about this one. I don't want Lando to do good but I am happy that a man who has worked his entire life and has faced disappointment after disappointment is getting to have this moment. And I believe in good karma and positive attitude so I will not be a bitter hater on this one. Congrats Lando and Lando fans. And I am counting this as a win, the safety car helped him but he is not the first nor last to be helped this way, however he drove beautifully after that and deserved the place. Max and Charles fell behind on pace significantly and very fast (albeit Charles was on significantly older tyres).

I am so sorry for Oscar. He used the situation at the start then was really fast and kept both ferraris at bay for too long. All that without the full upgrade package. Really really good performance. He was my driver of the day. Not to mention he had the hardest job yesterday - having to deal with Carlos. Imagine if ferrari didn't decide to pit him first.. I cant even think about it honestly I might go crazy. Can't wait to see what he can do with all the upgrades in Imola.

4. Mercedes

They were fighting Haas all weekend. Toto should stop yapping about Max and resign once and for all.

5. RB

I think RB only have one working car but are not telling anyone. One race Daniel suddenly remembers how to drive the next one its Yuki. They switch the one working car they have each race and no k e can convince me otherwise. (Real talk tho Daniel being p20 3 hours after he got p4 in the sprint is extremely hilarious)

6. Aston Martin

They were racing? The only time I saw Strolls name was when he drove into Lando in the sprint (not his fault this time). I honestly have nothing else to say..

7. Haas

MY NEW FAVORITE TEAM!!!! They are so funny but they are gaining points from it. They provide entertainment on and off track AND they are climbing up the standings. How fucking amazing. Kevin Magnussen you beast. You my man represent what f1 should be about - unhinged chaos. He came he collected 1 minute worth of penalties he finished last. But did we have fun? We sure did. Did Lando win? He fucking won. Did Logan DNF? Unfortunately there has to be a victim here. And he has 2 penalty points left to spare before Ollie makes a comeback and with this track record I think we are about to see Ollie in Monaco. Kevin the fairy godmother of f1. Giving everyone what they want in the most entertaining way possible. Did I mentioned how much I love him? Yeah I do!

8. Alpine

Alpine got a point!!!! Another sentence I didn't think I'd be writing this soon. Good for them. I don't know if it is still only Esteban with the upgrades but it seems like it. Either way this is promising and I'm happy for them. They did that for Travis btw. If you even care.

9. Williams

I feel so sorry for Logan. I feel like I say that way too often but it's the truth this season. Poor guy. The latest victim of the Magnussen tornado. Who Will it get next week? My guess is Perez.

10. Sauber

Idk if anyone noticed but Zhou made it an insane amount if laps on a soft tyre. The last time j checked was 5 6 laps to the end and he was on lap 23 on softs. That's impressive. He probably didn't want to risk losing 50 seconds In the pits again poor guy. Other than that they need to do better. Good job to Zhou tho.

This was my lo gest overview to date I think but im happy with this race and how everything went.

[petit-papillion]

FP1:

Nearly everyone took a trip to the gravel or grass or hit the kerbs

Brief red flag when Alex's car spontaneously stopped working

Ollie Bearman drove for Haas and did a great job

Bryan Bozzi made his debut as Charles's race engineer

P1: LEC | P2: RUS | P3: SAI

FP2:

More lawnmowing

Max still unhappy with his car

Both Williams cars taken apart during the first half of FP2

Some minor griping on the radio, but overall a pretty straightforward session

In the end the "Italians" were at the top: Yuki (adopted home country - lives 10 km from the track), 3/16 Italian Oscar, and Italian-citizenship-when-? The King of Imola: Charles Leclerc

P1: LEC | P2: PIA | P3: TSU

FP3:

Two red flags: first Fernando Alonso crashed into the barrier. Driver okay, back end of the car not so much.

Second red flag was Perez with a minor crash that messed up his front wing. It was cleared and the session was resumed with only a few minutes to go.

This led to some crazy driving as drivers were rushing to make it to the line to still put in a quali sim lap. It got a little hairy for PIA and MAG , and LEC made it seem like he was racing for a win.

In the end only Norris was able to still put in a lap and went to the top of the times table.

P1: NOR | P2: PIA | P3: SAI

Quali:

ALO almost binned it again in his barely-fixed-on-time car and ended up placing P20 before SAR had a laptime deleted.

HUL surprised everyone by going to the top of the list (until Max came along - whi as it later turned out had given Nico a tow)

And Oscar impeded K-Mag which led to another trip to the stewarts for Kevin, but this time the penalty went to Oscar.

Another surprise when Checo landed at P11 in Q2 with Hulk and both RBs making it through.

In Q3 HUL returned the favor to VER by giving him a tow that led to Max getting a top speed 10 kph higher than the rest of the field and putting in a monster quali lap, improving his own P1 time.

Oscar put his McLaren in P2, but after a 3-place grid penalty, he will start P5 with the 2 Ferraris on the row in front of him

Yuki got his highest quali result ever: P7

P1: VER | P2: PIA | P3: NOR

Petit's Race Notes:

Overall pretty uneventful: no crashes, no safety cars, not even any beef between Oscar and Carlos!

ALO started from the pitlane after late setup changes.

Alex picked up a penalty for an unsafe release, after his front right tyre was not properly attached at a pit stop. He limped around the track, and made it back out after another pit stop, but ultimately retired as the only DNF of the race

Alonso's brakes were on fire as he left the pit lane. He eventually also retired towards the end of the race, but was still classified as P19.

Perez and Hamilton both had little excursions in the gravel.

Max was shown a flag for track limits and struggled with his tyres towards the end.

For a bit it looked like Charles would overtake Lando, but in the end Norris walked away from LEC and caught up to Max.

Perhaps with 1 or 2 more laps, NOR could have passed VER, but in the end we had an exciting few laps and professional sim racer Verstappen took another win after already putting in a stint in the Virtual Nurburgring 24 Hours, which his team ended up winning as well.

Top 3: P1: VER | P2: NOR | P3: LEC

Fastest lap: George Russell

Driver of the Day: Lando Norris

Fastest pit stop: Red Bull/Sergio Perez (2:09)

📸 F1, Scuderia Ferrari, leclercsletters

[f1extras]

Annoying? Nah! I love to read the tags, it’s fascinating. Plus I’m that person who writes a novel in the tags 😂

I expected them to get along, Oscar is super chill and as you said Lando’s is literally everyone’s bestie in the paddock. Why wouldn’t they get along? Some delusional fans and the media tried to make us believe that Lando and Daniel didn’t get along and had this weird vibe around them. While they’re having the time of their life even now. Maybe the age difference made that partnership a little weird.

If I’m correct Lando mentioned in his very recent beyond the grid podcast that it’s good for the team that Oscar is hardworking because they both push the team and each other to be better, but also have respect for each other and that’s a healthy working environment right there.

Oscar would’ve been angry in Hungary when Lando got ahead after the pitstop yet he just keep his head down and continued. He knew that Lando was quicker so Lando would’ve overtaken him on track a few laps after. Team order could ruin their dynamic tho in the future but I think they’re both mature to handle the situation like champs.

Daniel got a win before Lando in a Mclaren and yet there is no bad blood between them. And I assume Lando would be genuinely happy for Oscar if that happens. He was there with the team smiling and celebrating Oscar’s second place finish in Spa while he didn’t have the easiest sprint. Also immediately went to him after the race to congratulate him. Respect is there between them and I adore it so much.

The team seems to be satisfied with both of their drivers and they’re being so loved and happy that matters to me the most. And I hope it stays like that.

It's true that Lando and Daniel seemed a bit off for the first couple of months but then they're two people with very different personalities, from different generations and at very diverse points in their careers, they just needed time. I think Daniel tried very hard to get closer to Lando but Lando is quite an introvert and he probably needs longer to trust people. Fortunately it all worked out at the end.

As you said Lando has mentioned several times that he's happy that Oscar is close to him because that pushes them both to be better, and also he's very happy because apparently their feedback for the engineers is quite similar and they like the same things in the car. That was one of the main problems of the past 2 years. Daniel and Lando have very different driving styles and they demanded different things to improve the car performance, so that drove engineers a bit crazy because you can't suit a car to opposite styles. They tried to meet a bit in the middle and that didn't help any of the drivers.

Lando was such a good sport in Spa but it's not a surprise, we've always seen him happy whenever his teammates do well. He even went to congratulate Lewis on his victory #100 in Sochi despite of being heartbroken for his victory loss. Oscar also seems to be that way, happy for Lando in Silverstone despite his podium being ruined by a badly-timed safety car. I hope next time they're celebrating a podium together.

It's great to see that healthy competition and I trust them to keep it that way, they seem mature enough for it.

[mgjiyu]

I just read some things on french Twitter I need to rant about it

People are so quick to throw Charles away saying he’s been dominated by Carlos for a few races and Ferrari need to make Carlos their first driver and Charles second, but guys??? How is that domination when their times in quali are so close?? And do you remember the last few laps in Monza?? I’m not seeing one pilot dominating the other, I think their performances have been pretty close on the last two GPs especially in quali.

Honestly I’m not an expert and I’m learning about f1 but the Ferrari strategy in Singapore seems logical for me with the position, and without the first safety car they would probably have been 1-2, but they did sacrifice Leclerc to protect Sainz’s positon, that’s both obvious and logical and I hope it would have been the same if the positions had been different. I personally think pitting under the VSC like the Mercs did would have been a good idea but that’s not even the question here. Leclerc played the team game, he never had any hope of victory because he knew with the quali result that the strategy would be to protect Sainz to have a Ferrari on the first step of the podium.

And Sainz did drive incredibly well with an amazing personal strategy to keep Lando and the Mercs behind, nothing we can say about Leclerc’s case will change or minimise that, it’s not the point. It just makes me crazy to see supposed-tifosi throwing Leclerc away so easily when they chanted his name not so long ago. I saw some comments saying that Charles doesn’t have the mentality of a world champion because he played the team game and protected the position of his teammate (at the beginning at least, he wasn’t in a position to do so after the safety car) but people forget that it’s a team sport and that neither of them are fighting for the title this year.

One thing I don’t understand is that two weeks ago people were quasi insulting Charles for putting a fight against Carlos in the last laps because they said it was dangerous for the team and he shouldn’t have taken this risk, and now that he doesn’t put a fight with his teammate but tries to protect his position and suddenly he’s too weak to have any hopes to be world champion and should have been selfish and chased the victory.

Nothing makes sense. Some things could have been better in Singapore but it was an amazing and well-deserved victory for Carlos, however it shouldn’t minimise the work Charles put into it too.

[vroomvroomvroommf]

How did I do on my full grid finishing position predictions… honestly better than expected:

p1: Piastri = NAILED IT

p2: Leclerc = YESSSS

p3: Norris (hey siri what is delusion) +1 actually was close just one position too high… gonna continue with delusion cause ITS WORKING

p4: Hamilton (his ass will probably be on fire- mercedes please figure this out he doesn’t literally need to be in the hot seat) +5 damn didn’t see the pit lane start coming 🤞 Singapore will be better

p5: Russell (possibly a dnf but he’s had a lot of bad luck lately so I’m wishing him a clean race) -2 George 🤝 being in the right place to inherit podium finishes after late race crashes this year. Glad he had some good luck today

p6: Sainz +12 dang that crash was unfortunate. He was driving well today

p7: Albon (🤞🏻) = HAHAHA ALBON POINTSSSSSSS

p8: Perez (feel like this might actually be too low but 🤷🏼‍♀️) + 9 again such an unfortunate crash. Could’ve probably gotten p2 without it

p9: Bearman (PLEASE) + 1 STILL GOT POINTS I AINT MAD!!!

p10: Colapinto (PLEASE PLEASE) -2 I underestimated him! SUCH A GOOD DRIVE. 10 points for Williams is a crazy haul!

p11: Hulkenburg = So close to points 🤏 but nailed that prediction

p12: Tsunoda ���� DNF such bad luck today. Hopefully he gets some better luck next week

p13: Riccardo = WOW I got more predictions right than I thought

p14: Bottas + 2 wow didn’t expect Zhou to actually finish ahead (is that the first time this year??? What happened to Bottas to be a lap down???)

p15: Ocon (DNF) = position is right but not a DNF (honestly was just expecting the car to give up on him… crazy that he is UPGRADING to a Haas next year… never thought that’d be the case. My how Alpine have fallen. Only giving myself half a point

p16: Zhou (DNF) -2 didn’t expect him to finish AHEAD of Bottas

p17: Stroll (DNF) +2 but hey he did actually DNF soooo… only was technically wrong cause he classified p19. Giving myself half a point

p18: Alonso (DNF) -12 oops…. Honestly just wasn’t expecting him to make it out of lap 1 turn 1. But good race today!

p19: Verstappen (DNF- if not a dnf than in the top 4) -14 this prediction was solely vibes… had red bull not messed with the setup last minute I think he may have made top 4. He is really struggling at the moment and I don’t see Singapore going any better…

p20: Gasly (DNF) -8 again just thought the Alpines would just crap out

I’m guessing 2-3 Safety Cars or VSC’s and 1 red flag 🚫 Honestly it was much less chaotic than I was expecting but was a great race overall!!!

Correct predictions: 6/20 Honestly not bad for predicting a full grid 🤷‍♀️

[lewisdidthat]

Bestie can you please give me a run down of the race?? I was at work so I missed it all 😔

tbh it started out wild but by the end, i was watching tiktok on my phone with the race on in the back ground, so i will keep this brief

perez was fucking crazy- crashing into people (like lewis and a haas which he ended up spinning around), getting multiple front wing swaps, getting penalties for overtaking while under a safety car, and then they eventually retired him from the race and then bought him back at the very end for like 2 laps and then called it a quits

mercedes was chaotic with the strategy- getting george and lewis to race each other (at one point they both went off track) and then changing their minds and getting them to swap positions. idk what their strategists were doing but it wasn’t it

multiple dnfs including bottas who had already had a super long pit stop early on in the race which was so unfair

max won and secured the constructors for red bull. it was all so boring tbh

pinstri podium!!!! our little aussie!!!!!!

[metalbuckaroo]

Mafia!Bucky is definitely my favorite of your Bucky's... Could you do some fluff and angst with these prompts? Maybe an ex kidnapped Y/N and Bucky has to save her? 👀

123. “The world could be burning and I still wouldn’t give a fuck.”

124. “All I ever wanted was to be happy, but it appears that’s too much to ask for.”

134. “I don’t think you realize just how tempting you are.”

Prompt list: X

SUMMARY// Bucky's ex wasn't ready to let go of him yet, even after 2 years.

WARNINGS// angst with a side of fluff, mentions of stalking (bucky isn't the stalker), kidnapping, crazy ex, mentions of violence, cursing (if I forgot anything, let me know)

AU// mafia!bucky x f!reader

NOTE// I'm sooo sorry this took so long 🥺🥺🥺

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Walking up the stairs to your home, you grabbed the mail from the mailbox mounted beside your door. Unlocking the door as you flipped through what was mostly bills and coupons.

Your heart plummeted and blood went cold when you saw two photos in the middle of the stack.

One from two nights before when Bucky stood with you on your porch after a night out, your head scribbled out. The other of you walking out to your car that morning to go to work.

You swallowed back the bile that threatened to fill your mouth, digging in your work bag for you phone. Not even giving Bucky a chance to talk when you started sputtering out for him to come get you.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

The worry that laced his voice made your heart pang. "She was at my house, please just- come get me, or send someone to come get me." You pleaded, hearing him mumble that he was on his way before the line clicked off.

Bucky made the thirty minute drive in less than twenty, hurrying you out of the door and into his car. Keeping his hand on your thigh the entire drive to his home.

The way you absent-mindedly traced the veins on his hand and arm calming his racing mind until he pulled into the long driveway that led to his larger house.

"You're staying with me from now on, I'll have someone get your things in the morning. I should've asked you to move in a long time ago, anyways." Bucky said, starting to undress as you sat on your side of his bed, one of the plush pillows in your lap. "And whenever you leave this house, without me, Steve goes."

You nodded, tilting your head up as he leaned to press a gentle kiss to your lips before slipping into bed next to you. You had no problem with Steve following you around. He was Bucky's best friend and you'd been around him many times in the almost two years you'd been with Bucky. Plus he was easy company and kind.

Bucky pulled you into his chest, keeping you in the safety of his arms as he placed a kiss to your forehead. "I'll keep you safe, I swear."

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For weeks either Steve or Bucky were right by your side or outside of your work when you'd leave. The random photos never stopped; showing up at Bucky's front door instead. He didn't tell you, he'd burn them and leave the worry on his own shoulders.

Steve had just picked you up from work and should've known when he let you go into the pharmacy on your own he shouldn't have circled the building. But, you said it was personal and it felt weird to watch you through the window.

He let almost an hour without a sign of you pass before he went in. Asking the lady at the register if she'd seen you.

"She was over there went I went into the backroom." The lady gestured to some shelves on the opposite side of the room and Steve sighed, rubbing a hand down his face as he muttered a thank you, walking back out to his car.

He tried calling the entire way back to Bucky's house, not knowing the consequences he faced when he walked through the door alone.

"Where's she at?" Bucky said from the top of the stairs, staring down at his best friend. A mixture of fear and anger bubbling in his stomach when you weren't standing next to the blonde. "I only circled the block once, Bucky-"

Steve stopped when Bucky's heavy footsteps sounded down the stairs, anger flaring in his eyes. "Where the fuck is she, Steve?" Bucky demanded, fists clenched tightly. "I don't know, buck." Steve swallowed, not looking from the burning glower.

"You don't- everything that's been going on and you let her go somewhere by herself!" Bucky seethed, gritting his teeth together. "She said it was personal, I didn't want to intrude on that." Steve defended, the brunette rubbing a hand over his stubble jaw.

Bucky didn't know whether he was more worried than furious, or if he felt guilty for blowing up on Steve.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't freak out on you. Just- we'll figure it out." He said, turning to go to his office. "What are we going to do?" He shrugged at Steve's question, sitting in his chair as Sam walked in.

"I heard from the kitchen, what's the plan?" He said, flopping in the chair in front of Bucky's desk. "Call Nat."

"She's on business with rivals." Sam said shaking his head. "I don't care, get her here now." Bucky snapped, glaring at his friend. "Hydra will try to-"

"The world could be burning and I still wouldn't give a fuck. Natasha is the only way I can get her back." His jaw clenched, every passing second making his stomach churn harder. "There's three of us, one of Charlene. Why do we need Natasha?" Steve questioned. "You two aren't going, and I won't hurt a woman. I do still have morals."

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"You're fucking crazy, Cole." You said, breathing a dry laugh as you shook your head at your ex-boyfriend who just couldn't let go.

You tried to scoot back in the chair your wrists were bound to when he kneeled in front of you, a sick smile on his face. "Crazy? I'm not crazy. He's the one who has you under some type of- Stockholm syndrome. That's why you haven't left him yet." He nodded wildly, your head flinching away when he reached his hand to hold your cheek.

"But, it's ok, I'm here to get you away from him." He whispered, dragging his thumb across your lips. Glaring at him you opened your mouth to bite down on the digit.

"Fucking bitch!" Cole growled, jerking his thumb from between your teeth before the back of his hand connected to your cheek. "What are you doing?" A woman's voice said, the click of heels sounding against the concrete floor. "The cunt bit me."

"She's your pet, get a handle on her." Charlene retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "This was your idea, you said she'd be happy to see me. She hasn't smiled once." Cole snapped, pointing a finger at you.

You let out a humorless laugh, tipping your head back to look at the metal ceiling. "See? She's laughing."

"Just let me go and you might be able to make it out of here without a broken neck." She stood in front of you, leaning down so her face was level with yours. "And let you go crawling back to the man who is suppose to love me? It'll be a cold day in hell." She smirked. "He slept with you three times, two years ago. Why all of a sudden show back up?"

"Takes time to make a plan, sweet thing. This way, everyone gets what they want. Cole gets you, I get James. Happily ever after."

"Yeah, right." You scoffed, her head perking up at the sound of a car door slamming outside. "Damn, you were suppose to be gone by the time he got here. We'll just have to work around it." She said with a heavy sigh.

"Get rid of him." Cole barked, moving to look out of the small window on the door of the metal shed.

Bucky's blood boiled when he saw Cole's head in the glass, legs quickly carrying him to kick the metal door in. "Mother fu-"

The man's groans were cut off when Bucky's bionic fist collided with his jaw, thudding to the floor knocked out cold.

Charlene stood behind you, manicured hand clamped on your shoulder as she held the blade of a knife to the side of your neck. "Poor James. Natasha not able to make it?" She cooed, jutting her bottom lip out. "Figured it was you that set the two of 'em up. What do you want? New house? Car? Tell me and I'll give it to you."

His eyes flicked down to where your wrists twisted against the tape, trailing back up to your solemn expression and heaving chest as he gave a small nod.

"You. All I ever wanted was to be happy, but that appears to be too much to ask for." You winced when her fingers dug into your shoulder. "Because you cut me off for this skank."

Your eyes stayed locked on Bucky's, anger radiating off of him as you tried to free your hands. "Stop looking at her!" Charlene wailed, his eyes snapping up to her face. "I have half a mind to snap your neck."

She breathed a dry laugh and rolled her eyes. "Please, you won't hurt me, James. Never could hit a woman. No matter how many times they hit you." She chuckled, Bucky seeing that your hands were nearly free. "Maybe I'm just stalling."

In a quick movement, your hand flew up to grab hers that held the knife, throwing your head back to connect with her mouth. A pained cry ringing in your ears as you fumbled to your feet.

Charlene lunged at you, your head hitting the concrete floor making your guard drop long enough for her to pin your hands to your chest. "You'll be just like me before you know it. Thrown to the side for a new piece of ass."

"Fuck you." You groaned, wiggling your hands free to crack her in the cheek. Her body deadweighting against you from the force.

You let out a heavy breath and looked up at Bucky who had a proud grin on his face. "She's a lot heavier than she look. Get her the hell off, James." You snapped, his lips turning down in a frown at his first name.

Helping you up, he pecked a kiss to your lips. "Good job, darling. Sorry I couldn't bring Nat." He mumbled, another sweet kiss pressed to your lips. "Could you have taken any longer?" You huffed, resting your hands on his forearms. "This place wasn't very easy to find, y'know. Now- let's get you home. I'm sure Wanda will have fun dealing with her once she's awake."

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Bucky wrapped his arms around you as you dug in the dresser for clothes to change into, warm lips pressing to the side of your neck.

"Come take a bath with me. Added extra bubbles, just how you like it." He hummed, stepping backwards and pulling you with him. "Glass of wine waiting for ya, too." You laughed lightly and nodded, following him to the bathroom.

Bucky slipped in behind you, arms going back around you to pull your back flush to his sturdy chest. His face burying in the crook of your neck as the two of you relaxed in silence.

"She's wrong, by the way. I wouldn't trade you for a damn thing in this world." He murmured against your skin. "I know, loverboy." You exhaled, letting your head rest back against his shoulder. Your hands laying on metal and flesh forearms.

"There may be more people try to take you from me. If you don't want to have me anymore, I'd understand." It nearly broke Bucky's heart to say it, but giving you the option now was the best choice, instead of waiting for something worse to happen. "No one is going to take me from you, Buck."

"I don't think you realize just how tempting you are." He sighed, leaning his chin on your shoulder as his hands laid against your abdomen.

You furrowed your eyebrows and shifted around slightly to turn your head towards him. "What do you mean?" You asked softly. "You're the only thing that makes me happy. If I lose you, it'll tear me apart and make it easy for Hydra to take my territory from under me."

You lifted your hand out of the water to brush your thumb over his plump lips, sucking in a sharp breath. "Well, I hate to break it to you, Barnes. But... you might just be stuck with me for a very long time." You hinted, nudging the tip of his nose with yours to make him chuckle.

Bucky looked to the wine glass that sat on the small table next to the bathtub. "You haven't touched your wine, sweets." He said, pecking a kiss to your lips.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "I know."

His heart pounded against his ribcage, eyes going wide and lips parting as he connected the dots. Trying not to get too excited until he heard you say the words, his stomach flipping when your hand rested over his. A gentle smile tugging the corners of his lips.

The soft look in his eyes made your heart swell as he spoke again. "Really?"

"Possibly. That's why I went into the store alone."

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

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[asimpforarmin]

What Dog the AoT Characters Would Have 💛

Character(s): Armin Arlert, Sasha Braus, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Bertholdt Hoover, & Annie Leonhardt

Genre: Light-hearted, modern!au

Warnings: Mentions of animal neglect/abuse, some dog breeds commonly perceived as scary, cursing

A/n: I usually include Mikasa in my headcanons, but I just forgot until last minute that she existed ;-; so, sorry for not including her. If someone requests it, I’ll add her to the list.

💛 Armin

His parents got him a beagle puppy for one of his birthdays and he got so attached to it. He was so grateful that he had a dog and absolutely treasures him.

Named him Buddy because he’s his little sidekick and is always fun to play with and snuggle up to.

Buddy almost never shuts up though. A bird flies past the window? He starts barking. A truck goes by? Goes bonkers. He sees himself in the mirror? Shooketh.

Whenever Buddy starts going crazy, Armin picks him up, takes him away from whatever’s bothering him and scratches behind his ears. That makes Buddy practically melt into Armin’s arms and it’s so adorable. 💕

Buddy is very protective over Armin, or as protective as a dog his size could be. He always barks at the doorbell and is very wary of strangers.

If you walk into Armin’s house and Buddy has never seen you before, Armin will be sitting in a chair holding a dog who’s glaring into your soul.

You and Armin will try to have a normal conversation while Buddy is snarling and growling at you with Armin just patting his head and making an expression that says he deals with this all the time.

After a couple visits, Buddy is still tense around you but unwinds once you start playing with him.

Whenever Armin’s studying or working, Buddy will jump up into his lap and snuggle with him.

Sometimes when Armin falls asleep at his desk, he’ll have his arms on the table and Buddy in his lap.

When he’s in the car, Buddy tries to bite cars through the window. He just growls and bangs the glass with his teeth before Armin stops him from chipping a tooth.

Just how Buddy is protective of Armin, Armin’s protective of Buddy.

If someone talks shit about his dog, he’ll get sad about it. Buddy doesn’t deserve to be treated like that, he never hurt anyone.

Buddy can’t be taken to the park because he just agitates other dogs. He never gets along with them and never lets his guard down.

Buddy’s also one of those dogs who gets really dramatic. One time he was laying on the couch with his ball and it rolled off so he just started howling.

It’s also really hard to trim his nails without him growling, even though he’d never bite anyone.

Once Buddy has calmed down around someone, he’s fun to just hang around.

Armin likes to sit on the couch reading with Buddy on his lap or beside him. He’s great to study with or have around.

💛 Sasha

Adopts a 5-year-old blue greyhound from her local shelter.

She’d been volunteering there for a while when the greyhound came in and just couldn’t resist.

With greyhounds being bred to hunt and Sasha coming from a family who has a hunting background, it seemed like a match made in heaven.

She bought her and gave her a bright pink collar with a little dog bone tag with her name etched in it.

Since greyhounds’ necks are so long, she gives her a big knitted scarf to wear in the winter to keep her all nice and cozy.

Was torn between naming her Snickerdoodle or Candy because they’re both cute names and are both foods, but ended up naming her Pumpkin because she couldn’t decide and Pumpkin’s a really cute name as well.

Sasha loves playing fetch with her and it’s so fun because Pumpkin can run really fast, really far.

Pumpkin almost never barks unless she’s having fun or there’s someone at the door.

Sasha’s bed is lofted by a couple feet for storage and Pumpkin has no problem getting on and off her bed.

The first time Pumpkin saw Sasha’s bed, she didn’t know what to do so just sat there looking up at Sasha. It took a couple minutes for her to realize Sasha patting the bed meant she could jump onto it.

Sasha allows her dog on any of the furniture so there’s short hairs all over the couch no matter what.

Pumpkin’s really kind and gentle around kids so Sasha can basically take her anywhere. She’s super well behaved but sometimes scares people because she jumps in excitement.

Sasha also shares her food with her dog all the time. Always packs extra whenever she goes somewhere so she can give some to Pumpkin.

If you moved in with Sasha, Pumpkin would take to you right away.

She would literally be so sweet and always make you happy all the time. 😭💕

Plays tug of war and fetch a lot with you.

If you’re working/eating at a desk, she’ll lean her head on your leg until you pet her or give her food, or both.

Overall, Pumpkin is so sweet and adorable. She will always cheer you up when you need it and always has enough energy to play.

💛 Jean

Adopted a pitbull who is now 6, but was brought into a fighting ring when he was 4.

He knew it would be a challenge to help an abused dog but wanted to give him a good home.

When he first saw him, he was covered in scars and missing part of his ear.

He named him Kane. He’s a beautiful deep reddish-brown color with a white belly.

From the first moment they met, there was a connection. Kane warmed up to Jean quite quickly for a dog who’s been through so much.

Jean took him home and slowly introduced him to lifestyle changes, like going for walks or taking baths.

He introduces him to other dogs too. Kane showed a little hostility in the beginning, but once he realized they weren’t threats he was fine being around them.

Jean pays top dollar for him. Any issue he has, he takes him to the vet and gets it fixed up. He also gets the best food for him because that’s what he deserves.

Kane loves going for car rides. Sometimes Jean will get in the car with him, no destination in mind, and just drive.

Jean rolls the window down and Kane pokes his head outside. His mouth opens and because of the wind going into it, he showers the window behind him in slobber.

Kane absolutely loves swimming. He’s quite good at it, but Jean still takes a lot of safety precautions, such as a life jacket or shallow water because pitbulls are known to be somewhat bad swimmers.

Every summer, Jean takes out a kiddie pool and lets Kane splash around in it.

He also really likes to turn on the hose or sprinkler and aim it at Kane. He jumps up to bite the water and they both have a great time.

It can be a problem though because when Jean’s trying to fill the pool up, Kane keeps batting the hose with his paw or trying to eat the water and Jean has to get him to relax.

Other than his little quirks, Kane’s a relatively chill dog. He’s alright with being dressed up in costumes or having to wear a cone.

Every halloween, Jean gets both of them a matching costume and they sit on the porch to give kids candy.

Jean also lets the kids pet Kane because over time, he gets very welcoming of people and other dogs he doesn’t know.

Long story short, Kane’s not the dog you want to protect your house, if someone broke in, he’d just start wagging his tail and not be able to tell what’s going on.

💛 Connie

Saw how cool Jean’s dog is and also wanted a badass and cool breed.

He ended up adopting a doberman pinscher.

Like Jean’s dog, she looks strong and intimidating.

Unlike Jean’s dog, she acts the complete opposite of how she looks.

She’s often quite jittery or seems scared. Whenever someone even remotely raises their voice, her ears go down and she lowers her head.

You and Connie often have to give her tons of pets and appreciation after shouting, whether it’s good or bad shouting.

She’s also a total cuddlebug. She loves to be on Connie’s lap 24/7 and sleeps right next to him, watching over him.

Because of her timid personality, Connie named her Lily. It’s a sweet and innocent sounding name. Even though he sought her out to be a “cool” dog, she’s super sweet and didn’t want to name her something that conflicted with who she really was.

One thing about Lily is she loves running. Connie likes to skateboard alongside her as she pulls him along. It’s not much effort for her because Connie’s lightweight and uses his feet a lot. Plus, the area they live is pretty flat, so they often do.

Lily has a hard time understanding what is and isn’t a toy. One time she nearly chewed off one of the sofa legs. Next time Connie sat on it, it snapped and then he figured out Lily was behind it.

After that, he trained her to know everything he puts in her basket is a toy, but everything else isn’t. Then, she used the basket as a toy.

She goes through toys lightning quick.

Every time you or Connie give her a new stuffed animal, it takes approximately .2 seconds for it to be torn to shreds.

Connie loves to take her to PetSmart and let her pick out toys in-store.

If she chooses a toy that means Connie won’t need to guess what she likes and what she doesn’t.

One time she chose one of those scented rope toys, but once Connie took the packaging off, she started acting weirdly.

Once he gave it to her, she started barking at it and whacking it with her paw.

Connie was super confused so he threw it and she chased after it like normal, but once she got close to it she started acting scared of it and barking.

It’s been like that ever since now so they just don’t play with that toy.

Lily doesn’t bark that often. She usually only barks from excitement or when she meets someone new.

She also doesn’t have the zoomies that much so she’s a really relaxed dog to hang with.

💛 Bertholdt

Bertholdt saw his neighbors packing their stuff in a van one day and leaving but saw they left their samoyed leashed up outside.

He wanted to hold out hope that they were just going out somewhere for a bit so waited the rest of the night but found the dog still chained up the next morning in the rain.

He was never close to his neighbors and didn’t want any confrontation so he went up and knocked on the door, checking if anyone was home.

No surprise, they weren’t so he cautiously made his way over to the dog.

It was so happy to see someone and started licking his hand right away.

He unchained the dog and led it into his house where he gave it a nice warm bath and some food.

While bathing her, he took off her collar, with the neighbor’s number and address engraved in it along with her name, Mavis.

While Mavis was eating he called the number he found on her tag. He explained that the dog looked like it was left there on purpose so he took it in until they got home. They just said they didn’t want her anymore and hung up, which broke Bertholdt’s heart.

So he took her to the vet, got some pet things because he hasn’t owned a pet previously and she became a big part of his life.

She clings to him everywhere and won’t ever leave his side. Almost never barks and is super good on a leash.

Bertholdt takes her to the dog park a lot, Mavis is very social and has made a lot of friends there.

Mavis has quite the habit of rolling around in the mud or dirt though so Bertholdt has to give her a bath quite often.

Bertholdt absolutely cannot contain the dog hair. There is so much of it and it’s everywhere, went through like 3 lint rollers in the first week.

He spoils her rotten. Whenever he goes shopping he gets her new treats and toys because he swore to do right by her when her old owners didn’t.

If you were brought into the equation, Mavis would love you unconditionally. She’ll be there to give you high-fives and cuddle with you.

She is the softest thing on the planet so the cuddles are amazing. If you and Bertholdt sleep together, she’ll plop herself right in between the both of you so she could get attention until you fall asleep.

Whenever she needs something but isn’t up, she licks your face until you give her what she wants.

Even though she can get quite hot in the summer, she always wants to cuddle and loves to do it, whether it’s with you or Bertholdt.

💛 Annie (normally I don’t write for her but I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head)

Hitch gave her a chihuahua for her birthday even though she never remotely hinted at wanting a dog.

She didn’t want to return it though and oddly liked it, even though she never asked for him.

Just calls him “Dog” for a bit since she doesn’t know what to name him.

He’s a tan deer head dog so Annie gives him the name “Biscuit” after a couple weeks.

It’s super generic but she doesn’t think he needs any fancy name and he looks like a biscuit so 🤷🏻‍♀️

She has one of the backpacks with a compartment to fit a dog.

She likes to put Biscuit in there and take him out when she goes out.

When Annie takes him out, Biscuit is usually pretty chill, aside from giving a couple glares to random people.

Sometimes he even falls asleep in her backpack.

Whenever someone pisses Annie off, Biscuit senses it. Annie isn’t usually one to get into a full-blow fight and be loud, so Biscuit is her volume. Whenever she starts going off, he starts growling and barking.

And when she does get loud, both of them are yelling and screaming so that often deters the other person.

When she first got Biscuit, Annie didn’t really pay that much attention to him. She’d be on the couch and whenever he came up to her with a ball or toy, she’d throw it.

Then as she started to get used to him, she started to like him more.

Nowadays, she sometimes chases him around the house with a smile on her face and it’s so adorable, especially because she doesn’t smile all too often.

Biscuit is relatively calm, even for a chihuahua. He can often be seen on the couch on his back with his tongue out laying in the sun.

Speaking of being on the couch, originally Annie wanted to keep him off all furniture but soon realized he simply wouldn’t stay off and she didn’t want to bother to train him not to.

Now, they share almost everything. She sleeps with him next to her, they relax on the couch together, and sometimes she even brings him up on one of the kitchen chairs and they share food together.

Biscuit hates her alarm clock with a passion. If Annie doesn’t wake up from the alarm, she wakes up from the high pitched barks of her dog wanting her to turn it off.

Once the two are close, they are bonded for life and can be seen everywhere together.

[sisterspooky1013]

Damsels, Chapter Five: Work That Gameboy

By SisterSpooky1013 / Tagging @today-in-fic

Rated E / Read previous chapters here

Mulder arrives at work early, looking longingly at Scully’s car in the parking lot. Approaching it, he peers in the windows looking for…he isn’t sure what. Her car is, as usual, neat as a pin with no indication of where she went or why.

In his restlessness the night before, he’d thought a lot about why it bothers him so much not to know where she is or what she’s doing. If the roles were reversed, he would expect her to wait it out and trust him to take care of himself, but for some reason he’s struggling to do the same for her. He thought at first that it was her tendency to get hurt or need help, but by comparison he needs her help just as often as she needs his, so that doesn’t track. Then he thought maybe it’s that he doesn’t trust Skinner to do what’s in her best interest, but Skinner has shown a tendency to be protective of Scully on numerous occasions (and in fact Mulder strongly suspects his feelings for her go beyond the bounds of strict professionalism), so that isn’t entirely logical either. Skinner may have left him out to dry with the New Spartans, but he doesn’t believe the man would stoop low enough to treat Scully in the same manner.

In the end, he realized that it’s pretty simple; he’s just crazy about her. His protectiveness doesn’t have anything to do with how capable she is, or the situations other people might put her in, or even situations she might put herself in. He misses her, and cares so much about her that not even knowing where she is feels wrong. It feels like a piece of him is missing, and he’s not allowed to know where it is or when he’ll get it back.

After pretending to work for an hour, he sulks up to Skinner’s office and asks for a few minutes of his time. Skinner is immediately irritated, though Mulder doesn’t realize that it’s in response to him and not a preexisting condition. He stands in front of Skinner’s desk, looming over him.

“What do you want, Agent Mulder?” Skinner grumbles, not looking up from the document he’s reading.

“I’d like to know where Agent Scully is, sir.”

Skinner sighs heavily, dropping his head to his chest.

“Get out of my office, Agent Mulder,” he says in a low, menacing tone.

“Sir, I’m not asking to contact her, I would never compromise her case, I just need to at least know where she is. What if something happens and I need to find her?”

Skinner stands, looking Mulder in the eye with an intensity he’s seen on very few occasions, none of them fond memories. “Agent Mulder, Agent Scully explicitly asked me not to tell you where she is, or what she’s doing. Even if she hadn’t, I STILL would not tell you, however I hope that if you don't respect the direct orders of your superior, you might, at the very least, respect Agent Scully’s wishes. Now get the hell out of my office and do not bring this up again, understood?”

Mulder glances down and notices Scully’s keys on the desk near Skinner’s nameplate, her Apollo 11 keychain easily identifiable. He leans forward, putting his hands on the desktop, one covering the keys.

“Sir, if anything happens to her, I’ll-“

“You’ll what, Agent Mulder?” Skinner challenges him, stuffing his hands in his pockets in a show of bravado.

Mulder straightens, palming the keys as he stands, and leaves without another word.

Scully arrives at the club just before 2 pm, wearing shorts and a tank top as Angel had instructed. After stuffing her purse into a locker, she finds Angel and Tibet on the floor, which has returned to its daylight state of clean and quiet. Queenie restocks the bar while Ben fiddles with the sound system.

Tibet is up on the stage while Angel sits at the tip rail, offering pointers on a new dance Tibet is working out. Scully immediately notices that Tibet’s hair is cropped short and worn in its natural curls, and realizes she’d been wearing a wig the night before.

“So I was thinking that I could either take my top off just before or just after the first chorus, tell me which looks better, okay?” Tibet says to Angel as Scully enters and takes a seat beside her.

“Benny! Hit me with the music!” Tibet shouts, and then repeats her performance twice, revealing her breasts at a different point in the song each time. When she’s finished, she sits down on the edge of the stage in front of them and asks for their thoughts, her breasts still uncovered.

“I think the sooner the better,” Angel says. “They come here to see your body, so show it to em!”

Tibet nods. “What do you think, Desi?” She asks, stretching a smooth brown leg out to her side and leaning into it.

Scully suddenly feels entirely out of her league in terms of providing an opinion. “Uh, well, generally speaking I guess I’d say wait. You want to build some suspense, right? Make them work for it?”

Angel looks at her suspiciously out of the corner of her eye. “You don’t fuck on the first date, do you?” She asks with a haughty grin, and Scully’s eyes go big at the question. “I’m just messing with you, let’s get to your training!”

“Alright,” Tibet begins as though she’s done this dozens of times, tugging the straps of her shirt back over her shoulders. “So, have you ever given a lap dance before?” she asks plainly, and Scully’s cheeks flush.

“Well, kind of I guess. In college, though more as a joke than anything else. I would definitely consider myself a beginner.”

“Got it, got it,” Tibet responds. “Well, for the most part dancing is about creating a sense of intimacy. It’s fake, obviously, but the more your customer feels like you actually care about him, want him to look at you, like that he’s appreciating your body, the better you’ll do. Your stage set is just about showing yourself off and getting them curious about you. The real money comes from lap dances and VIP, and the more you can draw attention with a really great stage set, the more customers will want to spend time with you afterward. Angel is a beast on the pole and she can teach you all those tricks, but I consider myself the lap dance expert around here, so I’m gonna teach you that part.” She smiles and jumps down from the stage, pulling a chair away from one of the tables and gesturing for Scully to sit in it.

“Oh,” Scully says, and sits as instructed.

“Sometimes, when you’re on the floor, customers will flag you down or ask for you, and that’s great. But you also have to approach people, because they’ll be too shy to ask. So you might come up and do this.”

Tibet saunters towards Scully with a secretive smile on her lips, stepping so close that her thighs thread between Scully’s knees. Next she leans down, placing her hands on Scully’s shoulders and bringing her mouth to Scully’s ear.

“Would you like a dance, Baby?” she asks in a syrupy voice, and Scully feels a shiver run down her spine. Tibet backs up. “Okay, now you try.”

“You want ME to do that?” Scully clarifies, and while just asking someone if they want a lap dance should be the easiest hurdle to clear, she’s finding that it’s still an uncomfortably high one.

Angel turns her head toward the bar and calls out, “Queenie! We need some liquid courage over here!”

Queenie walks over with a bottle of tequila and three shot glasses, pouring them wordlessly before returning to her task.

Angel holds her glass up, Tibet and Scully following suit. “To new career paths,” Angel says, and Scully smiles thinly, clinking her glass with theirs and throwing back the shot with a grimace.

Three weeks. She’s been gone three weeks, and not a word from Skinner. No update, no information, though he’s stopped by a couple times and asked, drawing increasing amounts of rage from his boss. He’s finished all the paperwork, re-organized the files, cleaned and rearranged the office (only to immediately change it back) and spent hours upon hours imagining where Scully might be right now.

He kept her keys, just in case, but knows she’d be unhappy with him invading her privacy by snooping around her apartment. That’s why he waits three whole weeks before he finally does it. He has a key to her apartment and could have gone there at any point, but her personal keyring also holds the keys for her gun safe and her mailbox, which may prove helpful. After work on a Thursday, he drives by and lets himself in, the warm vanilla smell of her immediately invading his nostrils as he opens the door. He sighs deeply, pulling her into his lungs; it feels like coming home.

First he waters her plants, which are looking half dead, and makes a mental note to use watering them as the reason he came here if asked. Next he opens her gun safe, and is struck to find her service weapon holstered and tucked neatly inside with the safety on. She doesn’t have her gun? What the hell kind of assignment is this? He brings in her mail, which is no help at all, and leaves it stacked on the counter. Next he lays down on her bed, shoving his face into her pillow and breathing the smell of her shampoo for a few minutes before he has the thought to look for her overnight bag.

Scully has a go bag in the trunk of her car for emergencies, but given the opportunity she’ll use her overnight bag and pack for the weather, situation, etc. Opening her closet, he finds it on the floor near her laundry hamper, empty save for a travel size can of hairspray tucked into a side pocket. In her bathroom, he finds all her toiletries accounted for, including her toothbrush. The more he sees, the more confused he is. Even when he’d spent time undercover with dangerous individuals, he’d been allowed to bring his own toothbrush.

Moving to the hallway, he picks up her landline and dials.

“Dana?” Maggie Scully’s voice answers on the second ring.

“No, sorry, Mrs. Scully, it’s Fox Mulder.”

“I saw Dana’s name on the caller ID, is she with you?” Her voice carries worry.

“No, I’m just here at her apartment watering her plants, sorry to confuse you. Have you been in touch with Dana, Mrs. Scully?”

“No, Fox, I haven’t heard from her in weeks. She told me she had an assignment that would take her away for a while and that she’d be unreachable, but I’m a little concerned that she hasn’t contacted me yet.”

Mulder closes his eyes. “I wish I had anything to share, Mrs. Scully, but I’m in somewhat of the same boat. A.D. Skinner isn’t concerned and it does sound like he’s in touch with her, but I was hoping she might have called you.”

“I’m afraid not,” Maggie replies sadly.

“What did she tell you when she left? Did she share any information at all?” he asks hopefully.

“Um, let me think. She said she was going on an assignment and that she’d be out of touch for a few weeks. And she said she’d bring me some Tastykakes when she comes home,” she adds.

“Tastykakes, what are those?” Mulder asks, his investigative senses tingling.

“They’re a treat we always get when we go to Philadelphia; little packaged snack cakes. The kids always loved them.”

“Are they only available in Philadelphia?” he asks, heart pumping.

“I’m not sure, but that’s where we always get them,” Maggie says hopefully.

“Thank you, Mrs. Scully. That’s really helpful. I’ll let you know if I track her down, okay?”

“Thank you, Fox. Take care.”

Setting the phone back on its cradle, he does a little victory dance. It isn’t much, but it’s something. Scully is just a few hours away in the city of brotherly love.

Three weeks. It’s been three weeks of practicing stage sets and lap dances in the afternoon, serving drinks in the evening and well into the middle of the night, and then sleeping until noon. Her arms and legs bear fading bruises from her acclimation to Paul the Pole, the crooks of her elbows and knees sporting slight calluses that help her get a good grip (with an assist from the grip powder Angel has instructed her to use). She’s given Tibet and Angel dozens of lap dances each, the other standing by to coach her on making sure one foot stays on the floor. After three weeks, she found that her barriers were mostly in her head. Once she was able to let go and just move, she’s actually pretty good at it.

That day she arrives in pink cotton shorts and a white tank top, now so used to being scantily clad that it no longer makes her self-conscious, and prepares to do a full dress rehearsal of the routine she worked up with Angel’s help. Queenie and Ricky sit down to observe what is more or less a test of her readiness, and one she intends to pass. Where she would have expected to feel nervous, she’s excited, ever the eager student motivated to impress and exceed expectations. Ben kills the daytime lights to make it look and feel like it would if they were open, and her set begins.

Moving onto the stage, she can barely see her audience with the bright lights trained on her. She quickly gets lost in the movements she rehearsed, feeling graceful as she circles the pole and hitches an arm around it, spinning in a feathery arc. When the point in the dance comes to remove her shirt, she does so as a well practiced step in a strategy, without any feelings of exposure. Soon enough her bra follows suit and she is left with only her tiny pink shorts, nipples hardening as they graze the pole. The undulation of her hips, the pop of her booty out towards the audience, the slip of a hand down the inside of her thigh; they’re each a part of the method. Precisely planned and executed in much the same way as she might dismantle and clean her gun, or prepare a slide for the microscope. It isn’t much different than performing an autopsy, she had reasoned. Except instead of: Y incision, open rib cage, remove organs, examine stomach contents, collect specimens, examine brain, it’s: arch back, grasp breasts, spread legs, thrust pelvis, rub thighs, grind on the pole. She’s always found her strength in taking a clinical, detached approach to difficult tasks, and that turns out to be just as effective on the stage as it is in the lab.

As she finishes, her small audience erupts into applause, standing in ovation as Ben brings the house lights up halfway. Scully smiles shyly, stepping down to join them on the floor as Ricky approaches her and slings an arm around her bare shoulders.

“That was fucking fantastic, Desi. Sexy as fuck. Let me see you do a lap dance now.”

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[jjfics]

On The Run | 01

ship: Five Hargreeves x Female!Reader 

summary: The Hargreeves have to leave the Academy behind and run away to Dallas, Texas. The Reader is a lot more anxious than Five and thats understandable, but they need to focus.

series: read part 2 here

author: jane jack aka your girl jjfics 

words: 1950

warnings: mentions of blood, death and murder, (feelings of uncertainty and anxiety, flashbacks) and lots of angssst (why do i love writing angst thoughh??)

a/n: there will definitely be a part 2 so keep those notifications in checkk

It felt as if you could read everyone else’s thoughts through the silence. The car kept moving at a fast speed as you passed cities and villages. From time to time you would worry Five was going to lose control of the car, but he never even flinched. 

He just looked at the road before you; stress and worry were clear in his eyes. There was so much he needed to figure out. Who were you going to be from now on? And him? And his siblings? Were you going to hide forever? 

“Five” you whispered. He didn’t hear you. Or maybe he did and he chose to ignore you. “Five” you said again, this time catching his attention. 

He turned to look at you for a moment and then he focused on the road again.“What?” 

“Can we stop for 5 minutes at the next gas station, please? I have to wash my hands.” you said quietly looking down. 

He pursed his lips before he spoke again. “No.” Five was just being direct. The more time it took you to get to Dallas, the more vulnerable you became. 

Dallas…

You fell through the vortex a couple of months before Five arrived. With no idea where the others went or how to find them, it was really just you, all alone. You were the last one Elliot took a picture of before the chaos of the second apocalypse began. The alley was strange, and so were the people. Everything was different here. You were disoriented and scared. According to the confused strangers when you asked them the date, you were somewhere way before your birth.

First thing you realise when you don’t even have a home anymore is that you need money. It can be so crucial. But how will you, a nobody in the 60s, survive if all you knew how to do, was sing? Music was how you met your best friend Vanya for the first time: at an audition. And after that followed the concerts. The public loved the two of you.

So you did what you did best. 

One day, while walking aimlessly on the busy streets, searching for a place selling cheap food, you started singing your favourite song. A song no one around had ever heard, a song you danced to with Five once. People started to gather around you and listen as you went on. This was it, this is where you were in your element. Your father forced you to take singing lessons when you were four. You didn’t enjoy it at first, but you grew up to love it. People clapped and left you money before going on about their day. So you ended up spending the entire day there. By nightfall you had been given enough money for the whole week. 

You were leaning on a cold brick wall and eating a sandwich when you saw someone drop a newspaper. Curiously, you grabbed it and were shocked by the headline. 

“Young woman sings in front of a bakery stealing every Texan’s heart. Who is the mysterious singer to whom many would empty their pockets for a show? 

You had been living in an apartment above The Rosemary Club, the place you worked at now. You sang almost every night and earned a lot of money and visitors for your boss, so he let you stay there. 

One night, you had a special visitor. He wasn’t there to see you specifically; he was working, just like you. Luther went everywhere his boss went, he was his bodyguard. You made eye contact a couple of times but never spoke on that evening. You couldn’t even look at him without cringing away. Not after what he did to Vanya. Five might say that she’s the bomb, but in your mind, that bomb was pretty much activated by Luther.He tried to talk to you but you avoided him as much as possible. 

“y/n! Wait, stop running away, God!” 

“What do you want, Luther?” you gave him a cold look.

“To talk to you? Isn’t that what normal people do after they haven’t seen each other for a long time?” he asks. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” you said and ordered a drink. 

“Jesus, y/n, what's wrong with you?”

“Do I have to remind you that we’re here because of you?”

“Because of me? What do you mean, didn’t you see how Vanya literally destroyed the M-”

“Shut up. I don’t care.” you cut him off. “Have you met anyone else besides me, you stalker?”

“No.” he admitted. ”I tried searching for Allison but they haven’t found her yet.” 

“Right. Amazing. Five? No news about him either?” His expression softens. He knew about your relationship with Five, and how much you two meant for each other. 

“No, I’m really sorry. I don’t know where he is…” his voice only getting smaller when he saw the disappointment in your eyes.

You looked up from your drink and to the big man next you. “Then you can leave. I have to go get dressed.” You put your glass on the counter and left.

Your days in Dallas were easy. Life was always the same and you knew what to expect. Sometimes Luther and his boss would show up at the club and you would ignore each other. You sang, you were introduced to some people and you would make small talk with the bartender. Day after day, always missing your friends. Missing 2019. Missing Five. Your life was easy, but you were alone for the most part. You missed cuddling with Five before you went to sleep together and then waking up in his arms. You missed how he would come and pick you up after practise. How he would kiss you after every concert and tell you how proud he was of you. You missed him truly. 

The bow to the public mixed with a charismatic smile and a wave was how you always ended a good show. Walking off stage you rolled your eyes when you saw who came towards you. 

“There’s someone who would like to talk to you.” he said with a stupid smile planted on his face.

“I’m on break.” you tried to walk away. Luther grabbed your arm and spun you around so you would be facing him again. “Hey! What are you doing? Back off!”

“Believe me, y/n, you really should go talk to him” 

You eyed him suspiciously. “Well alright then.” you said sarcastically. “But keep your hands to yourself.” 

“Yeah, right, sorry.” he said and stepped to the side . “Come with me, he’s waiting outside.” he babbled before leading you to the main entrance of the club, one which neither of you used. This all seemed sketchy. If he was trying to kidnap you, I’d be no surprise. 

The air outside was cooler than usual. You crossed your arms and huffed. 

And then you saw him. Right there, alive and in front of you. He was well. He survived. 

He was still wearing his uniform, which was clean. He must've just arrived. 

You ran to him as fast your red heels allowed you to and he met you with a warm embrace. He still smelled exactly like himself. A day to him, months for you. Is this what it felt like for him when he was stuck in the future? You hugged him tight and inhaled his scent deeply trying to forget all these nights you cried, hoping he would come through the door and hug you. Hoping he would materialize in front of you like he did for his father’s funeral.

The man still looked young, but you knew damn well who he was. He wasn’t someone you’d forget that easily. Finally, he was here, with you. 

He pulled away and it almost pained you. It was crazy, of course, to think that after all this time you’d lose him again, but even as much as moving an inch scared you now that he was right here. 

“y/n.”

“Five”

Your lips melted together in the most awaited kiss of the century. Of all time maybe. His hands glued themselves to your waist again and you saw him perfectly in the dim light of the alley.

Your eyes were empty. You wanted to wipe your hands but the blood on them had dried already. 

“Five, please I need to wash my hands. I need to- I- I have to wash it all away- Please” 

He hated that he had to hear you beg and yet he couldn't stop. It’s for her own safety, it’s for our safety, he would think. 

“y/n we can’t stop now. Even 5 minutes could mean our deaths right now. Please understand” 

And you wanted to understand. You wanted to stay calm just like the rest, but they were trained. They’ve done such things before. You however, didn’t. Everytime you looked at your lap you saw her again. Laying there, lifeless. You saw the knife as it fell from your hands, making an awful sound when it hit the floor. Maybe if you’d wash them, the flashbacks would stop. 

“Please, I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t be like this. This is not- It’s not-” 

Your breath was uncontrolled. Everytime you closed your eyes, you saw her again. Everytime you would inhale, she would exhale for the last time, again, and again, and again. You were fully sobbing now. 

Vanya’s hand softly touched your shoulder from the back seat and you flinched. “Shh, it’s just me” she cooed “It’s just me” 

You tried to relax a bit and then spoke again, hoping to get it right this time.

“I’m a bad person, Five. I just killed an innocent woman and… and I have her blood all over my hands.” you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. Guilt and regret were visible on his face. “I’m a killer, Five.” you wept. 

He reached your cheek with one hand and wiped your tears away. “She wasn’t innocent” he stated. “She’s killed many people.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m any less of a killer” 

“Well, then. I’m a killer too. More or less than my siblings here. So we are all on the same team.” he spoke calmly, as if the Hargreeves discussed murder at the dinner table every evening. Thinking about it twice there’s a big chance they did, when the old man was still alive at least.

“But you killed to survive, Five. You had to. I didn’t but she’s dead now.”

He huffed in annoyance. She’s not used to this. Take it slowly, he thought.

“You had to, too, y/n. It was self defence. If it wasn’t her then… well then let’s not think about it” he finished. Then I would be the one dead, you added, but only in your head because you knew how much he hated thinking about anything bad happening to you. He wanted you safe. You wanted him safe.

“Okay then. But as soon as we’re in Dallas we’ll stop and get new clothes.” you started to come back to your senses again. Right. You need to get to the city and find a way to trick the Commision. Or maybe you needed to hide. Or just freshen up and get on the road again. You didn’t know exactly what you were going to do, but if anyone found the map Diego was holding in his lap right now, they’d know exactly what your first stop was going to be. The Rosemary Club.

[starlocked01]

Look Alive, Sunshine

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Dukexiety Week Day 7- Music WC: 1.8K Summary: Remus picks Virgil up from his dorm in the middle of the night to combat an old fear. Content Warning: Swearing, Panicking, references to past suicidal thoughts

@dukexietyweek

A/N: This is actually in the same universe as When Can I See You Again? which is the first dukexiety story I wrote featuring Soul mark timers, lots of miscommunication and drama, and fun. And fight club. If you've liked this week's oneshots, maybe give WCISYA? a try ^_^ Thank you everyone for reading along and sharing this week <3

Despite Remus' progress with Dr. B. and despite over a thousand nights with no incidents, Virgil still could not shake his fear of the Xs. He hadn’t seen them in years, but some nights Virgil stayed up to watch his soul mark countdown the seconds until Remus could reassure him he'd lost sleep for no reason.

Most of the nights when he stayed up watching with growing anxiety, Virgil didn't even try to text Remus. His boyfriend needed the sleep and would just worry when he woke up until Virgil finally rolled out of bed and answered his reassurances. Tonight was too much. Tonight, not even the steady passage of time promising he'd see his soulmate the next day was enough to allay thoughts of horrific unforeseen accidents.

Tonight Virgil texted his soulmate at quarter to two am and watched as the numbers changed without warning.

00:05:17

Five minutes. Virgil gulped and couldn't help but feel like he'd fucked up. He glanced at his phone several times, bewildered by the lack of an answering text, but mostly watched his wrist counting down.

At about the two-minute mark he finally realized he should probably get dressed and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans to struggle into. He struck his foot on the corner of the bed and bit his lip hard to avoid waking up his roommate. Virgil quickly shrugged on his hoodie and shoes before checking his wrist again.

00:00:10

He laughed to himself at the near deja vu feeling, walking over to the window to watch for Remus’ car in the parking lot.

To his surprise, there was a knock at the dorm door instead. Virgil jumped and rushed over to the door, cracking it open just in time to glimpse his soulmate grinning out in the hallway.

"Remus! What are you doing here?" Virgil asked in a hissing whisper, sliding out into the hallway and shutting the door as quietly as possible, "do you know what time it is?"

"Uh yeah, babe. 2 am. You're the one who sent a distress signal, what was I supposed to do?" Remus answered at his normal, too-loud volume, wrapping Virgil in a tight hug before the smaller man could answer or object.

"You coulda just told me you were alright," Virgil grumbled, hugging his soulmate back tighter anyway, "do I want to know how you got in?"

"The desk worker recognized me and let me in. Don't worry, I would only break in if mildly inconvenienced," Remus grinned, starting to pull Virgil with him down the hall, "so why are you up so late? You weren't waiting for me to croak, were you?"

Virgil started to respond but stopped before he got a syllable out. That was what he was technically doing, even if he dreaded that very thing more than anything. "I- don't make it sound like I would ever want that! I just… got worried."

Remus tugged Virgil closer to his side, "I'm okay. And I'm not going anywhere, worrywart." He waved briefly at the night guard and ushered Virgil outside, "c'mon. We're gonna fix this."

"How? You're okay tonight but what about tomorrow? How do I know you're going to be okay every night? What if-" Virgil gulped, not wanting to vocalize his worst fear.

Remus stopped just outside the door and turned to Virgil, "come on, Virgie. I always call when it's a bad day. And I haven't had one in a while."

"Yeah, but what if-"

"If I had a bad day, I'd call. C'mon. We've gotta get your mind off this," Remus murmured, pulling Virgil towards his car.

Virgil huffed but followed Remus easily enough, sliding into the passenger's seat as Remus scanned through a pile of CD cases.

“Oh my god, you still have those?” Virgil asked, a bit surprised to see his old emo collection.

“Of course I do. One of the best your-birthday presents I’ve ever gotten,” Remus giggled and picked the album he’d been looking for, “I get that you get scared. When I die you can listen to The Black Parade and mourn me, but tonight we are gonna Look Alive, Sunshine.” Remus started the car and fed the CD to the center console before backing out of the spot and zooming out of the parking lot.

Virgil hummed happily, giggling as Remus recited the initial traffic report along with Dr. Death-Defying, “I love Danger Days. Remember how you convinced the DJ at Prom to play this song?”

“How could I not? He only did it because of your pouty little baby face back then,” Remus teased, earning himself a smack on the shoulder, “what? He certainly wasn’t doing me any favors.”

“You’re an ass,” Virgil chuckled.

“I’m your ass,” Remus corrected him, headbanging along as he drove.

“So where are we headed, ass of mine?” Virgil asked just over the music, watching as streetlights and neon signs advertising closed stores flashed by.

“Nowhere special,” Remus replied carefully, pretty quickly turning into an empty parking lot and pulling into a space as far from any lights as he can.

“Yeah.. not kidding about that... Is this a bookstore?”

“Bookstore parking lot.”

“Okay, why a bookstore parking lot?”

Remus didn’t answer, just unbuckled and tried to squeeze between the front seats of the car to the back. Virgil watched in amusement until Remus managed to push himself through and got settled in the back.

“C’mon. You do this for me all the time, now it’s your turn.”

Virgil laughed and turned the key to the battery-only position in the ignition and locked the car doors before following Remus, sliding back to the back seat a touch more nimbly. He settled into Remus’ lap and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” he murmured, settling in as Remus wrapped his arms around him and started singing along with the music.

“If that's the best that I could be? Then I'd be another memory. Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me,” Remus sang softly to Virgil, running fingers through his hair.

Virgil sniffed and sang the rest of the verse, “And if we can't find where we belong we'll have to make it on our own. Face all the pain and take it on because the only hope for me is you alone,” he tried to relax and let Remus’ presence reassure him that neither of them was going anywhere without the other, “is it weird to say I wish you were around more often?”

Remus stopped humming along with the music to hug Virgil tighter, “not weird at all, V. You’ll graduate soon and we can move in together. Then you’ll really be sick of me.” he smiled and kissed Virgil’s hair, “we’re so close to forever, love.”

Virgil sighed and began to sing along again a few songs later, “we can leave this world, leave it all behind. We can steal this car if your folks don't mind. We can live forever if you've got the time,” he buried his face in Remus’ chest, almost wishing they could just start driving tonight and never looking back.

“My pretty little heart attack in black hair dye,” Remus giggled, “you gotta finish school first so I can just kick Roman and Remy out.”

Virgil laughed at that, “as if you’d ever kick your brother out.”

“Easier done than said. I’ve lived with that asshole for far too long already,” Remus replied pointedly, “you know, we can work out transportation if you would perhaps consider moving off campus next semester.”

Virgil sat there silent in consideration. The only thing really stopping him from agreeing was the wall of anxieties over moving in with his boyfriend and living off-campus and paying rent and having to find a job in between homework and classes. It was a lot to figure out, not even considering the implications of actually moving in with his boyfriend. What if Remus did something crazy like suggesting they get married? What if everything changed and he didn’t like it or get used to it? What if nothing changed and he still woke up at 2 in the morning from dreams of Xs despite falling asleep in Remus’ arms? What if-

“Virgil- where’s your head, Stormcloud?” Virgil’s thoughts were interrupted by the question and a soft steady tapping on the back of his neck.

Virgil sighed and shook his head, “sorry. It got away from me. I kinda want this moment to last forever. It’s safe and predictable.”

“An abandoned parking lot is not life, sweetheart. Trust me, I love how safe this is. I love holding you and knowing nothing can happen to you while we’re here. But life doesn’t happen in safety. We can face it together, we always will. But we do have to go out and face it eventually,” Remus spoke softly, letting his voice mingle with the music.

“You’re here now. You’re here and real and not going anywhere. That should be enough. Why isn’t it enough?” Virgil asked in a small voice.

“Because you care. Your love isn’t limited to this moment,” Remus laughed softly, “your love has saved me before, so don’t you dare try to limit it now.”

“I- oh wow, Rem, I am so sorry,” Virgil caught himself and sighed, “I think I get it now.”

“Oh? Figure something out?” Remus asked quietly, continuing to tap on Virgil to the beat.

“I haven’t been trusting your love. I’m an asshole,” Virgil shook his head, “ of course I won’t wake up and find Xs. You love me. I’m so dumb for not trusting that because of course you’re not going anywhere.”

Remus chuckled, “now you’re getting it, V. I know you can’t help worrying, but you’ll at least let me prove it when the worries get too much?”

Virgil sat up carefully, “I didn’t want to bother you with it before. Goodness knows we both need the sleep, but I think next time, I’ll just reach out like tonight.”

Remus smiled and pulled Virgil back down, “you said it yourself. We need sleep. So sleep, mister. We’re not going anywhere until morning.”

Virgil laughed and feebly tried to push away, “nooo not in the car! At least let's go find a bed.”

“Aww but that’s no fun… unless..”

“Sleep. It’s nearly 3 am. We are gonna find a bed, either mine or yours, and go to sleep.”

“Boo,” Remus pouted but reached to unlock the car, not trusting his ability to climb back upfront.

“Love you too, boo,” Virgil grinned and leaned down to kiss Remus properly, quickly getting lost in the contact. Remus pulled him close, willing to spend the rest of the night that way until the second to last track of the album began and his speakers started blaring a distorted version of the American anthem. They broke apart, laughing together at the awkward background music. Then they managed to kiss the whole way through Vampire Money before climbing out of the back seat and back upfront.

“Alright. Let’s go home. Maybe I can convince you to make it home better from there,” Remus grinned and started up the car again, driving off towards the apartment as the CD restarted the album from the beginning.

[thatsgay-writes]

Trini Kwan x Reader Part 2

Summary: You are the white ranger.

Warnings: Light cursing?

"What the actual fuck?" You cringe at Trini's sentence, this is going a lot worse than you thought. Everyone else stood still and Trini's outburst, still confused on how you two know each other. "Trini I can explain, I swear." You say desperately, wanting to diffuse the situation as fast as possible. Trini walks up to you with a look of anger and starts poking her finger against your chest hard. "You've been keeping this from me the whole time! Is there anything else you've been lying about!?" You visibly gulp in fear, "Well I don't have a job, this where I go when I say I have a shift." For some reason, that just makes Trini angrier. "I'm leaving." She says before storming over to the above head water. Before she can jump you grab her hand. "Trini wait! You have to understand! I was not allowed to tell anyone about this stuff, you can't either! Don't you see where I'm coming from? If I wasn't the white ranger would you have told me about the Power Rangers?"

Trini knows the answer and knows she wouldn't have told you. "I... I just need some time... please." Trini never said please, so you just nod your head and give her a kiss on the cheek. "Just know that no matter what, I love you." You say giving her a watery smile. Her heart soars at your confession but she's feeling to many things at once to respond. She just nods her head before leaving. You growl in frustration, anger, and sadness. "Alpha 5, 30 putties please." "But y/-" You cut Alpha 5 off, "30 putties." Alpha 5 just nods before spawning 5 putties and pulling the rangers away.

*Major Time Skip to the final battle, plus a scene that happened during the Time Skip*

(During the camp fire thing, when Zack asks Trini if she had boyfriend troubles and then girlfriend trouble, she gives you a pointed look. The both of you haven't really confirmed or denied your relationship to the others and you both haven't talked since you revealed yourself as the white ranger.)

"Guys we need our zords! I don't think we can beat Goldar without them!" you yelled after finishing off the last of the putties. Everyone else agreed and called their zords to them before hopping in. "Alright, Kimberly attack from the air, Billy, Trini, and Zack pick a side to fight from so we can surround and over power Goldar. Y/n make sure everyone gets to safety, we don't need anyone getting stuck in the battle zone." "Aye Aye captain!" you joked before running off to clear out the rest of the civilians. Clearing them out took longer than you expected and when you got back, the scene was not pretty. All of your teammates are being pushed towards a deep pit. "Guys!" you yell in fear before sending your zord right at Goldar. Your zord gets stopped by Rita, "White Ranger! I have heard about your updated coin! Fight me so I can see it." You didn't want to stop to fight her, but she was the only thing standing in between you and goldar.

Before hopping out to fight her, you set your zord in acceleration mode so it runs right at goldar. Goldar ends up just backhanding it away. You grit your teeth in worry before turning to Rita in a fighting stance. Rita comes at you full force swinger her staff at your head. You dodge and pull out your double sided detachable scythe.

(Like this)

"Well that is new." Rita says with weird excitement. You detach the scythe and start swinging them both at her. Rita just spends her time dodging, trying to tired you out. When you do finally pause to take a second, she attacks instantly putting you on the defensive. You finally get a second wind before getting in a powerful hit, pushing Rita on her back. You put your scythes up to her neck. "Give up Rita. It's over." "Is it?" Rita asks as she smirks and looks over at Goldar. You follow her line of sight, only to watch your friends get pushed into the lava pit. "NO!" You freeze as your heart breaks. Jason, Kimberly, Zack, Billy... Trini... You forget about Rita for a second, heart breaking more as you think about your friends and girlfriend who are probably dead now. Before you can get your senses back, Rita is already making a move. She grabs one of your scythes from your hand. You turn towards her to say something, mouth wide open, before feeling your own scythe plunge into your stomach. Your eyes widen, "What-" you fall to your knees in pain.

Rita just smiles in delight at everything that just happened. "It's okay, you tried your hardest. Don't worry, you can have a front row seat to me destroying the Zeo crystal. Goldar!" Goldar turns to you before picking you up and roughly dropping you against your zord that had powered down after it got hit by Goldar. All you could do was watch as Rita walked towards the destroyed Kripy Kreme to retrieve the Zeo crystal. "No..." You say in pain and defeat, you lost. Before Rita can reach Krispy Kreme, the ground starts shaking. You groan in pain at the shaking but look around in confusion before your eyes widen. Coming out of the lava pit that you watched your friends fall in, was them in megazord form. "Holy shit..."

*Time skip to after battle*

"We did it!" Billy yelled in excitement as they watched Rita fly into space. They all get out of their zords. "I can't believe it!" Jason exclaims in agreement. "That was crazy yo!" Zack says before wrapping his arms around Jason and Billy's shoulders. Kimberly just laughs and rolls her eyes at the guys excitement. She looks at Trini who is just looking around. "Trini?" Kimberly says in concern, which catches the guys attention. "Are you okay?" Kimberly asks as she puts a hand on Trini's shoulder. "I don't see y/n. They wouldn't have left us like that, so where are they?" Trini says getting more worried by the second. The rest of the group starts looking around. "Look there's their zord, maybe they're around there." Zack said pointing to your tiger zord that was laying on it's side.

Trini took off in a sprint to look around your zord. She just had this terrible feeling in her stomach that wouldn't go away. The other rangers went to check and make sure no civilians were injured or stuck anywhere. Trini got to the zord and was by its back. She scanned the area as the she walked around the zord. "Come on y/n. Where did you—" Trini cuts herself off after she finds you limp on the ground, with your scythe still sticking out your stomach. "No no no no!" She runs over to you and kneels at your side, trying to shake you awake. "Come one y/n, open your eyes for me!" Trini looks around in a panic, she knows she needs to get the scythe out of your stomach so she can wrap the wound so it won't get infected. But she's just surrounded by rocks, concrete, and building pieces. "Guys I need help! Y/n is down and unconscious. I need something to wrap their stomach to stop any bleeding that may occur." At the sudden urgency in Trini's voice, all the rangers take off from what they were doing and ran towards your location.

People wore confused looks when the Power Rangers suddenly took off running and walked over to see what had happened. Many let out gasps of surprise at the sight of the yellow ranger holding the white ranger up. "Please does anyone have anything I can use to wrap around their stomach?" Trini was getting desperate at this point, you wouldn't wake up and she had no idea what to do. Your parents pushed to the front of the crowd and immediately ran to your side. "Me and my wife are doctors, we can help." Your father says as your mom runs to get bandages from the car, that she always kept for emergencies. The Power rangers look concerned but your father leans in to Trini's ear to whisper. "I know that's y/n. I was the white ranger before them." Trini nods in understanding and gives the rest of the rangers a nod. Your mom gets back with the bandages and kneels on the opposite side of your body, across from your father. "Okay, your going to need to hold their head when I pull the scythe out. It will cause a lot of pain and probably wake them up. After we wrap it you need to take them to Alpha 5, before I passed the coin down I updated Alpha 5's medical directory and the medical room on the ship." Trini nodded in understanding and laid your head in her lap. Your father turns to the other rangers, "I would suggest backing the crowd up, this won't be pretty." The power rangers listen to him and start ushering the crowd back.

"Okay on 3... 1... 2... 3!" Your father yells and yanks the scythe out of your stomach. Your eyes shoot open and you yell out in pain. You try to sit up but get held down by Trini. "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be okay." Trini kept saying over and over again as you cried. "Okay, we wrapped it as best as we can, you should get them to Alpha 5 fast." Your mom said before standing up and grabbing the wrap. Trini nodded before calling the rangers back over and having Zack carry you to Kimberly's zord, it being the smoothest to ride in because it flies. When they get back, Zack picks you up and to Alpha 5, who leads him to the medical room. Alpha 5 kicks the group out before getting to work. The group stands outside the room for a few minutes in silence before Trini starts sobbing. Kimberly immediately hugs her, letting her cry on her shoulder and whispers reassurances. "It's not okay!" Trini sobs out, "I never even said it back to them!" The group looks a little confused at that. Trini sniffles before answering their confused faces. "Me and y/n are dating. We have been for 6 months and that day they showed that they were the white ranger, they told me they loved me and I didn't say it back." The rangers gave her a look of sympathy before having a group hug.

An hour or two past, it felt like eternity for Trini, before Alpha 5 exits the medical room. Everybody stands up, "How are they?" "Y/n will make a full recovery. You may go in the room but they will be asleep for a little while." The group lets out a collective sigh of relief before walking into your room. As time passes, the rangers leave one by one before it's just Trini left. The whole time, she sat next to you holding your hand. You slowly start to wake up with a groan. This causes Trini to immediately sit up and rush to get water for you. When your eyes finally get use to the lights, you looks to your side to see Trini with a giant smile and holding a cup of water. She hands you the cup before taking your hand in hers and squeeze it. You squeeze it back to affirm that your awake and okay. You go to ask what happened, when Trini cuts you off.

"I love you too."

[kimistorm]

Taking Flight || Stray Kids x Reader

Part 2 to Airport Security

Your gaze was held rapt as you looked at the plane outside of the huge glass windows. Your eyes looked at the huge piece of machinery that you would be boarding shortly. Below, you could see people wearing bright vests loading the checked-in luggage into the bottom of the plane, and a large pipe probably carrying fuel was being carried away. You felt a presence sit down on the floor next to you and turned to see Felix. “Is it scary?” the words fell from your lips as you looked at the flying sardine can. All of your excitement about flying (and your previous nerves about security) wasn’t enough to mute the fear of flying. You would be trapped, thousands of feet in the air, with the only thing keeping you up a combination of a vacuum and air molecules.

He gave a moment to think about it and you couldn’t help but gaze at his freckles, “unexpected turbulence is the only scary thing.”

“Turbulence?”

Felix nodded, “it’s a very smooth ride. You hardly notice that you’re moving.” He continued in his deep voice that was pretty soothing, “so turbulence is sudden shakes. It’s typically really short, so don’t worry.” He reassured you with a sunshine smile.

You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and saw Hyunjin squat down on the other side, “lift off and landing isn’t scary either. Your ears pop though.” You couldn’t help the incredulous look that you shot him, that didn’t sound reassuring at all. “It’s not painful!” he waved his hands around to try and reassure you. “I brought gum, and that helps with it!” he pulled at his bag and looked around inside it for the aforementioned sweet. He pulled out a slightly battered looking box before pulling out a stick and handing it to you, “here. If you chew it while we take off, it helps with the pressure difference in your ears.”

You nodded as you took the piece of candy and pocketed it, grateful that you’d have the small distraction. “It’s honestly kind of fun.” Felix told you with a smile, “the world looks so cool as it gets smaller and smaller. You get to see the city from a whole new perspective, and the tall skyscrapers, well, compared to everything else they’re still tall, but they become little buildings. Like legos!”

“Are you going to sleep on the plane?” Hyunjin asked the two of you as he played with the neck pillow hanging from his bag.

Felix shrugged, “I think I’ll watch movies. You?” he quirked an eyebrow to the blond who shrugged.

“Maybe, I’m not looking forward to the jet lag, but I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep.” He replied with a shrug of his own.

Felix nodded, “yeah, it’s like,” he quickly dug out his phone, “9am.”

“Okay kids, we’ll be boarding soon,” the three of you looked up at the sound of the manager’s voice and he was waving for everyone to come near him, so the three of you picked yourselves up from the floor and to him.

The boarding process took a while, but you soon found yourself in the window seat with Seungmin next to you and Minho in the aisle seat. Minho originally got the window seat, but he told you to have it once he realized his position, saying ‘it’s your first time on a plane, you should be able to see outside!’ but you knew it was from his fear of heights.

You sat down in the seat, making sure to buckle yourself and pull it tight. You looked around and noticed the safety card tucked into the pocket in front of you, so you picked it up and read through it. Making sure you knew all the safety procedures and how to safely get out in the case of an emergency.

You felt something bump your shoulder and you looked up to see Seungmin grinning at you, you gave him a slightly confused look as you shoulder bumped him back, a bit harder than he had bumped you, which caused him to give Minho a slight bump. Minho was quick to glare at the two of you, shoving his own shoulder into Seungmin and causing a chain reaction down the row. You couldn’t help your laughter as Seungmin was the poor monkey in the middle as the three of you bumped into each other like a crazy game of dominos. “Mercy! Have mercy!” Seungmin cried out as he started to get dizzy from getting bumped around.

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug to keep him from bumping into Minho again, “sorry!” you giggled as you attempted to give him a cuddle even though both of you were seatbelted down. You felt a jolt and almost immediately pressed your face against the window, surprised to see everything moving backward. You let out an excited sound, “we’re moving!” you remembered the piece of gum Hyunjin gave you earlier and fished it out of your pocket to pop into your mouth.

“I want gum,” Seungmin pouted as he saw you eat the candy.

“Hyunjin,” you responded and he tried to look around for said blond. The seats were tall enough that it blocked his view of most people around him, other than a few people across the aisle, and much to his dismay, none of them were Hyunjin.

You continued to watch out the window with rapt attention as the aircraft slowly moved away from the gate. There was the sound of the engines firing up and the large machine started to move forward, away from the building and towards the runway. You could feel your heart jumping with excitement and fear. You were moments away from flying away from the country you’ve been in your entire life.

You looked over to Seungmin who had quieted and let out a surprised sound. “Are you filming me?” you couldn’t help but laugh at Seungmin as you noticed he pointed his phone at you, “why?”

“It’s your first flight!” he told you excitedly, his eyes switching between looking at you and making sure you were in frame.

You felt heat rise up to your face, “you make me sound like a baby.”

Minho seemed to know what was going through your mind as he couldn’t help the small laugh that erupted, “baby’s first flight.”

“Oh shut up!” you wanted to slap Minho on the shoulder, but with Seungmin in the middle seat, you’d have to reach over him. “Seungmin, can you punch Minho for me?”

“Hey!” Minho’s grin morphed into shock as Seungmin gave him a not-so-gentle punch on the shoulder. He immediately retaliated and the two of them got into a little battle of trying to...punch each other? Tickle each other? Though Seungmin wasn’t faring well as one of his hands was preoccupied with the camera. You laughed as you watched the two of them fight, but it didn’t last for long as the two of them got tired and stopped grappling with each other.

You felt the plane come to a halt and you turned your attention out the window. You couldn’t see much other than trees lining the property line of the airport, the asphalt below, and the wing, but you didn’t see any other planes. You turned to look at Seungmin, “what’s happening?”

“Don’t worry,” Seungmin smiled, his attention still half focused on the camera that he had oriented back to you, “we’re probably waiting for another plane to take off.” You nodded in understanding and covered your face in embarrassment. You really were naive about this whole situation. “Aww, why are you shy?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You honestly replied as you peeked past your fingers to look at Seungmin and Minho, seeing as the latter was watching the two of you curiously.

“Why?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “it feels silly that an adult is getting all excited and curious about a plane ride like this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Minho gave you a reassuring smile, “it’s cute.” That caused you to flush even more.

“It’s your first time!” Seungmin nodded in agreeance, “there’s nothing wrong with being excited and curious!”

“Besides,” Minho drawled and leaned onto Seungmin, “being responsible is boring.” He poked at Seungmin’s cheek, “you’ll become boring like him.”

“Hey!” you started to laugh, but the sudden roaring of engines and you getting pushed into the back of your chair cut off your joy as you grabbed onto Seungmin’s hand in fear. You watched out the window as the world outside turned into a blur. The plane shook around and the cracks in the runway caused the plane to bump around quickly as it took less and less time to pass a square of concrete. You could hear the creaks of the bins above and felt yourself get even more nervous. That didn’t sound reassuring. You chewed at your gum nervously as the plane tilted up, but your eyes were still glued on the world outside. The jostling of the plane and the hum of the wheels on asphalt faded into silence as the only sound became the whine of the engines as the ground grew further and further away as you rose into the blue sky. Quickly, the airport became small and you watched as the city beyond came into view. Cars on the highways turned into specks, and the blocks and blocks of buildings turned into a puzzle of little squares.

The sky was clear as you rose up, and you saw the ocean come into view. You watched the texture of the water, it wasn’t smooth, but you couldn’t tell it was waves that were causing the mottled appearance. You still felt like you were being pushed into your seat, but the plane had definitely calmed down. Now that the only sound was the engine and the movement was smooth (like Felix had said), it was less anxiety inducing. Yes, it was a little scary to look down at how far above you were, but the seatbelt across your lap and Seungmin’s hand helped you feel safe.

It wasn’t long until the city had disappeared from your view and the plane was traveling over dark blue ocean and clear blue sky. Tiny specks in the water looked to be boats, but it was impossible to tell. There was a soft ring, and you saw the seatbelt light turn off. “So?” Seungmin was watching you with a light in his eyes as he asked what were your thoughts about takeoff.

You smiled at him, “not as scary as I thought it would be. It’s pretty cool actually!”

Seungmin nodded excitedly, “I love plane rides, it’s really exciting to fly, and most of the time everything’s calm since the process works so well. Plus, airports are just the coolest buildings ever.” You smiled and nodded in agreeance. You weren’t sure if you’d feel the same way if you were flying alone, but being with Stray Kids always put you at ease, and having them around definitely helped reassure you.

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