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amberjazmyn · 4 months ago

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decade 💔🥹

pairing : f1 grid x driver!reader

summary : aston martin driver elouisa holland is great at keeping her composure in front of the judgemental and ruthless eyes of the formula 1 media circus. that is until she gets asked about why she only has her mum and siblings at her races but not her dad even though everytime she did speak about her dad, it was positive. those who knew why her dad wasn't present at races were worried for how elouisa would respond until the room fell silent when she explained since they clearly couldn't understand or recognise the tense in which she spoke about him.

warnings : mention of parental death, dark humour, f1 grid press conference, driver x female!reader, platonic x f1 grid, driver reader x max verstappen

a/n : i have to admit, this was slightly self-indulgent because, fyi, my own father died a decade ago this year and this is exactly what i feel like i'd respond with if someone asked me where my dad was if i talked about him in such a positive light and them not recognising the tense in which i spoke about him. and, also, yes, i have elouisa as an aston martin driver because, no hate but, i'm not the biggest fan of lance stroll so he's just not part of the grid and elouisa is instead but all the other drivers are still in the grid though with a special guest appearance of sebastian vettel.

it wasn't a shock to find out that the media circus involved with formula one was invasive and sometimes brutal. asking questions that people would think would be off-limits from asking however, within f1, no question was off-limits since there were no secrets within the sport. not even questions about personal matters like their families or their love lives since majority of the drivers had relationships that whilst weren't technically secret but on the private side and other personal matters in their life were safe from media scrutiny. things that didn't even relate to being a formula one driver would be asked instead of the more important questions like how they felt about their car or how the race itself went. and of course, because of these nosy reporters who always wanted clicks and the best and juciest headlines, all the drivers on the f1 grid was put through some form of pr media training so they'd always have the perfect response that would also still give them some privacy as well as preparing them for the harshest of harsh questions without lashing out and gracefully rerouting the conversation back to the original topic of racing. so, if they were responding to a question that was quite invasive and teetered on the line of a privacy violation, they didn't give too much away and they weren't giving the reporter the exact response that they so desperately wanted. and, most of the times, it worked perfectly and the drivers hadn't had their whole lives being plastered over the internet. however, for the first time, elouisa holland's pr training did not come and save her because no matter how hard she tried giving the intrusive reporter her pr media trained responses, he still wasn't satisfied and kept on pressing her for a better answer then the one he had been given.

so, because of that, she decided to tell the truth and it was a hard truth that would also make many people uncomfortable but, elouisa had been pushed too hard and too far and unfortunately, it was with the entire f1 grid around her alongside the nosy reporters. who most of them already knew the unfortunate reason why her dad wasn't seen around the paddock during grand prixs and why whilst she always spoke lovingly of her dad, she always spoke about him in the past tense. and that was because elouisa's dad died when she was only eleven years old when she was still karting alongside some of those who she now shares the f1 grid with.

however, that's not how the press conference started. it had actually started as an amazing group interview with all of the drivers, all twenty of them, all bunched up together on the teeny tiny couch. all of them giggling and making jokes with one another and the interviewers and the moderator. elouisa was sat in the middle of red bull's max verstappen and ferrari's carlos sainz jr, verstappen on her right and sainz jr to her left. the three of them were giggling amongst each other and it was during that moment of the three of them giggling that the invasive interviewer, a man who was like at least a couple decades older than elouisa, asked her the one question she had always managed to skirt around giving a proper answer and avoid.

however, the moment her head looked away from max and carlos and over at the interviewer, it was as though she already knew what question he would be asking. and that was before she had even lifted her head up and before he had even opened his mouth to say anything.

"you always speak about your dad in such a positive light but we never see him around the paddock or at any of the grand prixs. if he's so great and so loved by you, then why doesn't he make any effort in supporting his daughter in a sport that for so many years, was male dominated and still is considered to be. as the only female driver on the grid, it has to upset you that majority of the drivers have their entire family with them to support them but you don't. especially with the consideration that you are actually quite a talented driver and really getting up there in the status of a legend. but, this is something you always avoid and never answer properly so why are you always talking so happily about your dad but when you get asked why he's never here to watch you drive, you always avoid and deflect, why is that?" elouisa should have prepared herself better but, she genuinely thought reporters were getting bored of asking this question because of the fact she always avoided it

however, this crusty old man was persistent and it seemed as though by his stance and the look on his face, that he wasn't going to back down until he got the answer he desired. but, of course, elouisa wasn't going to back down either so, she started to respond with the same old, media trained answers that she had always used every single time.

"my dad and the reason why he doesn't turn up to races has no connection to where i am now as a formula one driver. this isn't a question you would ask to someone like max or to charles so why am i the only one being questioned on this topic other than the obvious that i'm a female and they're men? if you have a better question that is actually in relation to this weekend's grand prix, i will happily answer it but, any other non-related grand prix questions, will be ignored, thank you..." elouisa trailed off, placing the microphone in her hand back into her lap as she smiled over at max who gave her a worried look

elouisa knew that the guy was going to keep on trying, it was obvious. however, she didn't want anyone to notice just how bothered she got when people constantly asked about her father and why he was always mentioned but never seen.

like mentioned before, she was eleven when her father died. and for the longest time, after the death of her father, it was as though her life went by ever so slowly. she wasn't sure how she was still alive because she never really remembered much from ages eleven to eighteen since those years just culminated together all into one. of course, she liked to say that she was the happiest she had ever been from her formula 2 days in 2020 and onwards but, everyone knew she was still struggling deep down. since the loss of her father, she developed an anxiety disorder that was then rediagnosed as ptsd since panic attacks would always strike the australian girl at the worst and most inconvient of times. however, they never bothered her when she was racing or in interviews which she always thought was suspicious considering just how much more dangerous formula one racing was then anything else that she had going on in her life. at eighteen, she made her formula one debut with torro rosso even though it was only just for that debuting performance. after debuting with torro rosso, she moved to renault and then alfa romeo within the same year since the two teams fought over her, spending one half of the year with renault and then the other with alfa romeo. then, aston martin contacted her for a multi-year contract which she couldn't turn down as they had been renamed and brought back after changing their name from racing point to aston martin. and because they knew alfa romeo were never going to keep her for longer than the second half of her rookie season. and in late 2021, elouisa would be the number one driver of aston martin alongside fernando alonso.

even though elouisa seemed to smile a lot in regards to talking about her dad, it always killed her a little inside because she always spoke about him in the past tense, reminding her of that solemn fact that, her dad was truly never going to come back. no matter how many times she wanted to forget or pretend that his death was just a mean prank that went too far. of course she did. how else would she talk about her dad who was no longer walking the earth anymore? besides, it had accidentally become a habit that she never wanted to get into in the first place. of course she wished her dad was still alive. it was the same for her best friend, charles leclerc, who drove for ferrari. his dad had also passed away but charles was a lot older, he was nineteen and a year away from getting his formula one contract. so he knew the very pain that elouisa went through every single day when she would look and see the other drivers have both of their parents be present for them at every race. it was something she had always longed for and even sometimes loathed her mum for. she had always wanted her mum to fall in love again and when she didn't, it made her slightly hate her mum for not wanting to try to love someone new again just because she was afraid of the same thing happening again. it hurt elouisa to see her mum just blantly ignore her children when they begged and cried out for more than just their mum. only their youngest brother a mummy's boy. the rest of the siblings obsessed with their dad which caused four of the five siblings way more grief from the loss.

it brought a painful ache into elouisa's heart every single time she remembered the words she said moments after the death of her dad had been announced. the first thing that fell out of little eleven year old elouisa's mouth was 'when am i getting a new dad?'. and even though she was now twenty-one, it was still something that haunted her every waking hour knowing that those were the first words that came out of her mouth. she was eleven, not a baby, yet she was still so clueless about death being final. that death meant the person wasn't going to come back. and now that she was older, she understood why little eleven year old elouisa said what she said. she said those words because she never wanted to be living a life without a father in her life. whether that was her biological father or a father that stepped up and fell in love with her mum and her five children.

however, that never happened. elouisa's mum never fell in love and it was still something that elouisa would pick fights with her mum about. calling her mum selfish because she's too scared to fall in love again. reminding her that she can't stay miserable forever and that it's not a crime to try again and give her family the stability that they've been missing for the last decade.

blinking back the cruel truth of elouisa's life, she was pulled back into the press conference as the intrusive interviewer asked her the question again, "i'll ask you again, why are you always avoiding questions that involve your father's obnoxious absences from the races? if a father loved his daughter so much, he wouldn't be avoiding all of her races so where is your father and why are you avoiding answering questions about his whereabouts?" the interviewer asked sharply, waiting for the moment elouisa would crack under the pressure he put her under

everyone just watching in wait. the drivers beside her all holding their breath as they never truly knew how elouisa would respond or react when asked about her dad. whether she'd laugh hysterically and insert dark humour jokes, in a bid to cover up her uncomfortability. whether she'd cry because it was a day in which she really missed her dad. or if she'd just be nonchalant and continue to ignore the interviewer. however, this time, it was clear that elouisa was equipped with the perfect answer. the answer that no one was ready for because of how brutally honest and uncomfortable it was.

giggling under her breath, it seemed to excite elouisa that she could finally throw away all of her pr media training and just make this absolute asshole of an interviewer uncomfortable, "sir, i have a question for you, do you have a dad?" elouisa starts as the interviewer is shocked at getting questioned himself but he quickly recovers and nods his head

"yes, i do, elouisa, why?" the interviewer questioned as elouisa smirked, her plan was working as the drivers looked at her slightly worried - max holding her hand moreso for his own comfort than hers

"well, when you talk about your dad, which tense do you talk about him in? present or past?" elouisa questions as the interviewer was still confused but not those around him as they all went into a solemn silence

"present? i don't know, why are you asking?" he huffed, his arms crossed over like a child as elouisa giggled once again as she shook her head

"okay, good to know your dad is still alive and kicking, sir. i say that because, if any of you interviewers really did your job and did it well enough, you would have picked up on the tense in which i use to speak about my dad..." elouisa trailed off, her head turned to the side as the other interviewers bit their lips in a bid to not make any noises of shock as they finally realised the way in which she spoke about her dad when she did talk about him

however, this stupid man didn't. he didn't make the connection because it was always this one interviewer that always asked and asked and prodded but never actually paid attention to what was being said and how it was being said. he only cared about his intrusivity being listened to and responded to so he could get the content and reactions he needed for his big stories.

"...okay, and? what's the tense in which you speak about your father got to do with this question that you always avoid?" the interviewer questioned in slight stupidity as elouisa sighed, her eyes rolling as she reaised she really would have to spell it out for him

"fuck me...sir, if you were slightly smarter and actually paid attention to the things i post on social media on days like birthdays and annviersaries and why i never respond to your abhorrent questions, as well as paid attention to anything that is seen on my racing helmets, you would know that my dad has been dead for an entire decade...that's why no one in this interview pen has seen my dad except for the other current and former drivers on the grid because when i was eleven, i was still in karting. at eleven, i hadn't even realised that i wanted to reach formula 1 let alone any of the others. if you paid enough attention instead of focusing on the disgusting and intrusive questions to write your big story about, you would be knowledgeable in the news that my dad's dead, mate. like, he's dead dead. like he's so dead that i don't even think i can remember what he sounds like anymore..." elouisa trailed off as the entire press conference fell silent except for some of elouisa's giggles and the clicks of cameras and the one filming the press conference live

after finally getting the response that the interviewer so desperately needed, he gulped back in embarrassment. his entire face went red and his mouth fell into a straight line as though someone had zipped it shut. he didn't know how to respond and elouisa found it hilarious. she loved when she shut down the ignorant and intrusive reporters because they always reacted the same exact way that this interviewer was reacting. but, it didn't take long before the interviewer then started to try and save his arse.

"...i...i'm so sorry. i...i didn't know that your dad..." he stammered as elouisa held her hand up, making him stop talking and he did, however it was max's voice that spoke up next, not elouisa's

"...cut the crap, mate. it's obvious you're not truly sorry because if you were, you would have stopped intruding the first time elouisa avoiding responding to your inflammatory questions! if you were that good of an interviewer as you boast to be, you would know that constant nagging isn't going to get you the answer you long for, it's going to end in the same way this press conference has ended. with a driver being pushed to their limit and giving the truth that you so wish for in the most uncomfortable and confronting way possible because you just couldn't stop prodding and poking for a response. but, well done anyway i guess, cause you got what you wished for, right? you now know why elouisa's dad isn't seen around the paddock even though elouisa still talks about him," max was not playing around, he was furious as were the rest of the drivers on the grid but, no one could see the steam that was billowing from the ears of newly retired f1 racer, sebastian vettel

sebastian had retired but he was still as ever present around the paddock when he was able to be. and at this grand prix, he just happened to be watching the press conference from the very back with nico rosberg, former f1 driver now journalist and they, nico and sebastian, were pissed. the both of them had seen elouisa holland grow up and see how she went through her life without her father present and how it devastated her. how the grief was always ever present around her when she did everything. if these pesty journalists actually did their jobs and paid more attention to things, they would have seen the very clear memorial that the aussie girl has in honour of her father on her helmet in the same way carlos has maria di villota's red star on the back of every one of his helmets or the way charles always pays tribute to his father and godfather, jules bianchi. if they had just noticed these things, they wouldn't have needed to ask these questions but, they probably still would have because they loved to prod and try to break down the only female on the grid to test just how mentally strong she was up against the male drivers. they always did it on purpose because they wanted to prove that girls shouldn't be allowed in formula one and elouisa was their scapegoat every single time. however, this time, elouisa knew what they tried to do and she wasn't going to allow them this time.

and that made both sebastian and nico proud of their girl. it made the entire grid proud of their girl. they knew from the beginning that elouisa was not the person to mess with but, people still tried yet, as the saying goes, you fuck around and you find out. and this time, this particular journalist did just that. he fucked around and he found out and he wished he never fucked around. and since max let the interviewer have it, it seemed as though he, elouisa and the rest of the drivers were no longer interested in finishing the press conference so they all stood up and, in solidarity for their fellow driver, they all walked out of the press conference. leaving the poor moderator, who was the sweetest guy in the world, all on his own in a room filled with reporters, having no clue what to do since this was being filmed live with no way of editing or cutting anything out. unless the camerman just decided to cut the cameras entirely before moving onto the rest of the grand prix weekend. which, is what the camerman decided to do anyway. the press conference had begun to drag a little too long and it was no longer the light, fun and easy-going press conference that it had started out as.

as the drivers left the press conference, a breath of air just seemed to evaporate around them. what were they meant to do now? they couldn't remember what was next on the agenda. then, out of nowhere, elouisa bursts into incontrollable giggles. and, this of course, confused the others because how on earth was what just happened that funny? but, they knew not to question her so they also started giggling and the awkwardness just went away.

finally, elouisa calmed down as she rested against max, "...mate, the look on that old dude's face when i told him that my dad was dead dead was hilarious!" elouisa sighed with the biggest smile on her face - the purest of trauma responses as the other drivers looked at her

"it for sure stumped him from saying anything else, that's for sure!" lewis chuckled softly as he shook his head as elouisa nodded her head

"it was supposed to! i said it for that exact reason! i wasn't going to sugarcoat it since it wasn't the first time old mate was begging for my response and he finally got it!" elouisa shrugged her shoulders as max sighed and pulled her closer to him

"and that's why i love you, elouisa!" max hums with content as elouisa doesn't fight against max's embrace but embraces it and moves closer to him

"why thank you, maxie! at least someone's not afraid to say it!" elouisa giggles before she stops as she feels the way the looks of the others change from the momentary joy back to sympathy

elouisa wasn't normally one to get upset over her dad. because, right from the get go, she would always talk about him and she would be able to do that without crying. it was something that actually confused many people because they couldn't believe just how poised she was when she'd talk about her beloved dad so quickly after his devastating loss. how could she not? her dad was her hero, the reason why she even got into motorsport and why she was now a formula one driver even though he would never live long enough to see it. he still had the belief in his daughter that she could make it. that was why she had made it clear that her entire racing career with formula one would be dedicated to her father. but, when it did get quiet within her head and she did get upset about her dad, she knew she could go to any of the other guys in the grid and they'd be there for her to hold her as she fell.

that was when the very distinct memory of driving on the anniversary of her dad's death and winning popped into her head.

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"...elouisa, i don't want to freak you out considering today's already been an emotional day but, with ten laps left, you are in the lead. max is a whole lap behind you with carlos. fernando is near the back with valtteri and logan. so, you just keep on pushing, okay baby? you keep on going and you get that win, alright?" elouisa's radio engineer's voice crackles as elouisa's breath gets shaky

"thank you! i'm pushing now!" elouisa breathes out before a quick "over" is heard and it's once again quiet between elouisa and her radio engineer

it was the italian grand prix. not only the home race of ferrari but also the home race of elouisa holland who is an australian-italian f1 driver for aston martin, born and raised in australia to italian parents which meant that she could claim both the australian grand prix and all the italian grand prixs as home races. and, that's what she did. however, this time, this italian grand prix in monza was the most important home race for elouisa. it was the first time that she was in the clear running for a podium finish. but, not just any podium finish but a win. so, that's what elouisa and her team at aston martin were vying for at this italian grand prix. and right now, without even realising it, since she had been swamped by grief and agony of the memory of it being the tragic passing of her father, elouisa was inching closer and closer to getting her first ever italian grand prix win at monza.

elouisa doesn't really realise what's going on because she's so dazed and taken out of the joyus moment but, she knows somewhere deep down inside of her that she's finally snagged a win at one of her home races. celebrating with her radio engineer was supposed to be joyful but it was as though she wasn't even in her body. it was as though she was having an outer body experience and watching it happen. she hadn't even realised that she had driven her car into the parc ferme and in front of the p1 placard. so, it took max, who grasped second place and carlos in third place to help her out of the car and take her helmet off that she started to come to again.

"...elouisa! you did it, you won!" max smiled, his helmet also off as his hands squeeze the girl's cheeks as she looks at him with bulging wide eyes in shock

"what? no...no i didn't!" elouisa stammered, she was sure max at some point had overtaken her but when she turned to look at carlos, he shook his head, also smiling wide as he joined max

"yes, you did, hermana sister!" carlos rubbed elouisa's back as tears welled in her eyes, she couldn't understand why or how she had even won a race on a day as agonising and grevious as the annviersary of the death of her beloved dad

"then why don't i feel happy or excited?" elouisa's voice cracked as max and carlos remembered, their eyes sullen

they hadn't forgotten what this day was or the feelings it brought up for their best friend. how could they forget? they grew up with elouisa and her family. of course, they were on the older side of the grid but, they still grew up with elouisa in the same way they grew up in similar circles to the rest of the drivers on the grid. so, they knew and remembered the exact time on this specific day that they got the news that elouisa's dad had died. it was devastating for all of those in the karting and motorsport world because elouisa's dad was well-known and very well loved. and because he was so involved with it, it had come as a huge shock that the news had come out during a karting championship that elouisa was actually participating in alongside george russell, alex albon and oscar piastri. and, exactly like today, on the anniversary of her dad's death, on the day that it was announced her dad had died, she had also won that karting championship, having no knowledge that at home, her mum was grieving over the loss of her husband and the father of her five children who were all at the karting championship for elouisa.

maybe that was why whenever elouisa won on days like anniversaries and the birthday of her dad, it never felt happy or exciting. it always had a tinge of sadness because it was another win that he would never get to witness and be apart of. nor was it a trophy that he would be able to see. so, getting this win at monza was equally amazing for elouisa and aston martin but it was also agonising that it was yet another win that would never be seen and celebrated by and with her dad. maybe that was why her mum had slowly started to stop from coming to races. she couldn't bear to see her little girl on that podium, winning races, without seeing both of her parents there watching. max and carlos could see that the grieving girl was ever so slightly starting to breakdown and they hated it so, they didn't hesitate. pulling her in for a hug, they pulled her closely and held her tightly. the formula one commentators mentioning just how sweet it was that even though they were rivals on track, as soon as they got out of their cars, they were best friends and were there to take care of one another. they also hadn't forgotten what day it was that the italian grand prix managed to fall on this year so, they couldn't do anything else but pay their respects and send their love to elouisa and the rest of the holland family.

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"...hey, you okay, schat darling? you went off somewhere, you back with us now?" max giggles softly as elouisa blinks, looking max in the eyes and nodded her head

"yeah...yeah, i'm fine, sorry. yeah, i was in fairyland for a little bit. i'm sorry, what were we taking about?" elouisa mumbled as she leaned further into max's protective hold as max smiled

"don't apologise. and whatever we were talking about before doesn't matter anymore, what was going on inside your head? where did you travel off too?" max's voice softened as he got the two of them to sit down on the couch, the other drivers following suite as elouisa scoffed softly

"my first win at monza...on dad's anniversary..." elouisa trailed off as max nodded his head, the other drivers smiling softly, understanding how agonising that was for her

"...why's that schat?" max wondered, he remembers that day like it was yesterday and it haunted him at how elouisa was so hollow and as though it wasn't her controlling her body that entire day

"it's a cruel reminder that it's now been a decade since he's died and i still forget that he's never coming back even when i win races..." elouisa whispered, tears that hadn't been shed since that podium, rose in her eyes as her lip trembled

"...you can cry, lieverd sweetheart." max whispered and that was all that elouisa needed to hear before the tears tumbled down her face as max hugged her close to his chest, her hand covering her face, the other one wrapping around max's middle

the rest of the drivers weren't sure what to do. so they just stood awkwardly, feeling bad for their teammate that her breakdown was most definitely caused by the extremely persistent and abhorrent interviewer from the press conference. that was until lewis led the rest of them out by loudly announcing that they probably had better things to be doing than awkwardly watching max and elouisa. and, max and elouisa both would thank lewis for that later on in the day. not because the other drivers were being ignorant or rude, but it was uncomfortable to see their best friend and teammate cry and not know what to do other than just stand there awkwardly. they for sure could have gone in for a group hug and hopefully used that as a way to maybe make elouisa let out a croaky giggle but, they didn't want to push it or make her feel worse. so, with lewis in the lead, they all left the paddock and allowed max and elouisa to be left on their own. knowing and trusting that max would do everything in his power to get elouisa back to the elouisa they all knew and loved again.

and it wouldn't take too much longer before max was able to dry elouisa's tears and get that smile back on her face. followed by a shrill giggle not too long after he got her smile back. sure, it was a painful reminder that her dad was gone but, he was never forgotten. no matter how many decades went past since the loss of her father, elouisa would always dedicate the rest of her life as a formula one driver to him. because he was the one that truly believed that his little girl had it in him to have what it took to become a formula one driver.

fin

ok this ending was shitty and awful but, whilst i was rewriting an old one-shot that is once again max focused, i had this idea so i decided to write it before i forgot it. and this is what i had come up with. and yes, some of what is written in here is what i've through with the passing of my own dad. the truth starting with that, this year, october 2024, it will be an entire decade since my dad died. meaning that exactly like elouisa, i was also eleven when my dad died as i am now twenty-one. which means, it's getting to the point where i've been remembering him for longer than i've known him and that honestly kind of shatters my heart in a way that, by next year, 2025, he would have been dead for the exact same time as he was in my life and that just doesn't sit right with me for some reason. however, because it hasn't even gotten to ten years yet, i shouldn't be thinking about that just yet! and, another thing that is true that i've included in this story is that, not that long after it had been confirmed by the paramedics that my dad was dead and had stopped responding to cpr and defibrilation, i had said to my mum "when am i getting a new dad?" and, i cannot say that i am proud of that statement. it is truly something that haunts me everytime i remember that i said those words. i was just so confused and had no clue what was happening because everything had happened so quickly that those were the words that just tumbled out of little eleven year old amber's mouth. i was also originally diagnosed with anxiety but then earlier this year, it was rediagnosed as ptsd because of how severe the anxiety within the ptsd was. so, yes, like i said in the author's note at the start, this was a very self-indulgent fic. i hope i didn't make anyone depressed but if i did, i promise i'll help pay for your therapy

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#formula one one shot #max verstappen x reader #f1 grid x platonic driver reader #angst #comfort #parental death mention #dark humour jokes referring to death of said parent #if any of these topics trigger you please do not read because it is not my fault if these triggers and warnings are ignored

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leviscolwill · 1 year ago

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show me how

pairing: mason mount x f1 driver!reader

summary: mason brings you as his plus one to the ballon d'or ceremony and although you're both used to cameras, you still need each other to ease your minds. [wc: 1.4k]

req: i love ur jude x driversss but can we have mason and driver😔😔

contents: angst (reader has a panic attack), but other than that fluff, fluff, fluff ! established relationship, mason is a cutie patootie

note: okay this was supposed to be much shorter but i got carried away rewriting it at 1am 💀 but anyways !! first time writing for my boy (and definitely not the last) !! i hope you'll like it 🫶

now playing: show me how by men i trust (oncle jazz)

the beautiful dress you had on was probably not suited to brave paris' october wind. but your boyfriend and you had planned all of this for months already. you just flew out from the mexican gp as soon as you could and started learning the speech you wrote beforehand the moment you landed in paris.

you knew your presence at the ballon d'or ceremony was important to mason, he had a difficult time adjusting to his new club and you needed to be here for him.

you felt that was the least you could do, mason had been there for you during the whole season, facetiming you even when you were at the opposite end of the world and he needed to sleep.

your car wasn't as fast as your team had planned and all hope of a championship was close to none, the media started questioning your position within the team and whether or not you deserved a seat. safe to say, you went through a rough patch.

you were aware that coming here would give you a headache with all the questions coming your way on the red carpet. 'is your boyfriend a distraction to your career ?', 'do you think you're in f1 solely for diversity reasons ?', 'will we be able to see you on the grid next season ?' no. no. maybe.

actually, you weren't here only for mason. your pr team got you to announce the women's ballon d'or. you were extremely grateful for the opportunity, being a woman in a male-dominated sport like formula one forced you to advocate for equity and recognition of women in sports. and this was a great way to spread your message, a message you knew these players would relate to, they were also victims of sexism and misogyny in their sport after all.

however, you were still nervous, you hated public speaking and your hands were shaking at the sole thought of messing up your speech. for some reason, it was easier for you to talk in front of big cameras during races, even after a dnf, than at such an important event for a whole sport.

when you both finally got inside and were taken to your seats, you didn't even notice your leg starting to bounce on its own.

"are you okay ?" mason took your hands in his as soon as he noticed your stress.

"i'm fine, just a bit nervous" you lied. you were very nervous. you didn't know why, you've experienced worse in terms of stressful situations. hell, your job was a big stressful situation on its own.

you silently rehearsed your speech, while your mind helped you visualise everything that could possibly go wrong, exactly what you needed. falling down on stage, dropping the trophy, breaking it, stuttering during your whole speech, blanking out, passing out... all of this in front of a big audience with threatening eyes, an even bigger audience if you counted people in front of their devices, watching the ceremony.

all of these thoughts became too much for you to handle and you felt the urge to get out. obviously, you couldn't actually get out of here, you wouldn't forgive yourself for doing this to mason.

so you settled on going to the bathroom to clear your head a bit. the 'clear your head' part didn't work well though, as you felt tears well up in your eyes. the thought of your makeup running down your cheeks was enough to make you spiral again. thankfully, no one could see the scene unfold since you were confined in one of the stalls, sitting on a floor that was probably not clean enough for you to do so. you tried focusing on the conversation two girls were having just outside, praising each other's seasons.

you heard the door close, or open, you weren't able to tell.

"y/n ? are you here ?" you didn't expect to hear mason's voice.

"umm, this is the women's bathroom..." one of the two girls said to your boyfriend.

"i know... i'm looking for my girlfriend she's-"

"mase, i'm here." you slightly opened the stall's door for him to get in.

the bathroom stall was clearly too small for the both of you, so you were practically glued to mason.

"y/n... you should have told me how you felt." mason had a serious look on his face, which was quite unusual for him.

"i'm sorry, i didn't want you to worry. it's just... a lot for me, i don't want to mess it up."

mason's hands found your cheeks and made you look up to him.

"you don't need to put pressure on yourself like that y/n. i know you'll do great, you just need to tell this brain of yours to stop working overtime." his arms engulfed you in a big hug.

"no, don't hug me... i'm all snotty." you whined, trying to push him away, in vain.

"i love you even when you're snotty." he said, peppering kisses across your face.

"so cheesy."

"you love it though." he said chuckling. he was right, you loved it when mason was overly cheesy, especially when he did so to comfort you after a bad race or in moments when you simply needed him.

mason cleaned up your makeup after comforting you, and you went back to your seats hand in hand, a smile on both your faces from the intimate moment you both shared.

when you were taken backstage just before the announcement, you felt anxiety creep up again. this time mase wasn't by your side, but his words were. this was all in your head, you just needed to deliver your speech. that's it, nothing would go wrong.

you stepped on the stage with mason's words still ringing in your head when you felt hundreds of eyes on you.

the voice in the back of your head was wrong. everything went perfectly, you even caught mason's sparkly eyes when you were done announcing the women's ballon d'or winner.

getting back to your assigned seat, mason immediately congratulated you, kissing your cheek.

"you did amazing. god, you were amazing."

you were grateful for the room's shitty lightning, because mason didn't need to notice the way your cheeks started to flush at his words.

"thank you mase, i don't think i could have done it without you."

"stop saying nonsense. you did everything yourself." it seemed mason wasn't aware of how much his words, as simple as they might have been, along with his presence, were key factors in you actually pulling up to the stage. but debating with your boyfriend on such subjects was useless, so you let him believe what he wanted to.

the two of you spent the rest of the night chatting with each other in half-whispers, sometimes getting little 'shhhhh's from the audience. even though your anxiety was long forgotten, you still felt relieved when the ceremony ended. but getting home from the packed location was another issue you didn't plan.

you didn't know if you were thankful your hotel room wasn't that far from where the ceremony was held, or if you hated it. your heels were absolutely killing you and you didn't feel like walking in them, even for 200m.

"you look like a baby giraffe right now."

your boyfriend always had the right words to cheer you up, didn't he ?

"shut up. these shoes will actually be the death of me." you looked up at him with glassy eyes, hoping he'd get the message.

"i'm not about to give you my shoes y/n." his words made you sulk immediately.

"i could give you a piggyback ride to the hotel though..." you could hear mason's smirk in his tone, you knew he wouldn't do that for free.

"what do you want ?"

"a kiss." he simply said pointing at his lips.

you quickly pecked his lips, expecting your piggyback ride.

"what was that ?"

"a kiss ?" you answered, stating the obvious.

"surely not. put your heart in it will you ?" his comment made you roll your eyes but you complied anyway. you felt mason's hand sneak to the back of your neck deepening the kiss. after a few seconds, you realised you were kissing in the middle of paris' streets. you pulled away and hit his chest in false annoyance. which quickly dissipated once you were on his back, your aching feet silently thanking you.

"you're a menace." you said, although you were smiling at his antics.

"i'm your menace."

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kitthepurplepotato · 11 months ago

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Chapter 8 - Fooling Around with Pro Hero Deku?!

(18+ but half of it can be read by everyone!)

Summary: Sharing a hot tub with the person you love the most can go two ways; it can get really emotional or really hot. This one was both.

Important note: This chapter has 18+ parts but there is a note written in red when the cheekyness starts and then there is a green note where it ends. The chapter has some important information and plot so please read the “safe” bits even if you skip the “action”. Thank you!

Warnings: Sexual content, swear words

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“Are you ready to have a splash with me?” Izuku mutters cheekily as he leads you towards his car. Your whole face becomes a big flashing red sign.

“Your mom is still watching.” You giggle to yourself, as you wave to Izuku’s family for the last time before you sit into Izuku’s badass sports car to be taken home.

“Mom would be thrilled about my evening plans, she’s been bugging me to do something fun for ages.” Deku answers like he’s talking about the weather and not about you two getting naked in a hot tub like two random characters in a bad Hollywood movie.

“You are surprisingly chill about this.” You mumble with your face still red. Izuku only giggles at that.

“Well, we have a common changing room in the agency and it was the same in UA, so I’m not… well, a lot of people had seen me naked. I’m also in a lot of underwear ads. I have no reason to be ashamed of my body as you’ve seen the most of it already. I’m just excited to share this intimate moment with you, get to know you a bit more… yeah. I’m just happy to spend some time with you. I know I’m not the most perfect person body-wise, I have a lot of scars and a lot of freckles and most of them were photoshopped out of the pictures, but I know you won’t judge me. I trust you.” Izuku smiles as he turns right with perfect precision. “Okay, that’s a lie, I am a little bit ashamed and a tiny bit worried, I mean, I have a lot of freckles on my bum and…”

“Oh my god, Izu! Shut the fuck up!” You yell, mortified, but also, somehow amused. Honestly, Izuku having a freckled bum was one of your head canons so you are more than happy to hear it’s actually true; back when you accidentally took a peak at him from your window you didn’t have time to actually access his bits and bobs properly, plus it would’ve been inappropriate to do so back then so you missed this tiny detail.

“Your freckled bum sounds adorable.” You mutter under your nose with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah?” He mutters back, face red as a lobster. “Okay, now I’m a little bit nervous.”

You can’t help but giggle at that.

“You are so cute.”

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“So how do you want to do this?” You mumble under your nose with a tiny blush on your face. Izuku’s smile is so full of fondness it makes your heart flutter in your chest; he looks so fucking innocent right now, wrapped in a massive All Might towel like a big burrito while you are still in your clothes, way too ashamed to take them off yet.

“Well… maybe you should get in first. I won’t peek!” He sits up straight, like a good schoolboy. “Then you close your eyes and I come in too. Then we can decide on the rest later. The hot tub makes a lot of bubbles so we won’t see anything unless we want to. Which is fine by me by the way. If you… want to look.” You are not the only one shying away from this now but Izuku tries his best to keep himself determined. You both want to get closer to each other, that’s true, but even as an adult, getting naked in front of someone for the first time is always a bit… well… awkward.

And okay, fuck’s sake, Midoriya Izuku looks like a fucking Greek god, while you are literally a nicely shaped potato. It’s not just about being awkward, it’s about the massive difference between you two. You don’t have a six pack. You don’t have nicely sculpted body, you are just… normal. Not bad, not ugly, but nothing compared to Izuku’s perfect body.

Fuck, you are stressing over nothing. He doesn’t care about that. He never did. You are being stupid…

“Sweets, we don’t need to do this if you are not ready.” Izuku grabs your hand, his finger drawing circles on your skin, his eyes full of worry.

“It’s not that, Izu. I just want… I want you to like me. But you work with all those heroes and they all look so…”

“Stop that. Right now.” Izuku reprimands, his eyes dark and protective. “You don’t know how much I…” He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and the darkness from his eyes. “I thought about you… so much. Every time I touch you, I try to imagine how you look like under all the layers and I think I have a slight idea already… this sounds so creepy but isn’t it normal? Thinking about this stuff when you love someone? Wanting to see them without all the covers, see them raw so you can love every single flaw, every single detail just as much as you love their soul?” Izuku’s hand makes it’s way to your waist, then under your shirt, caressing your side, moving his thumb over your soft skin, mapping out the area with nothing but wonder in his sparkly eyes. “I’m obsessed with you, Sweet Pea. I’ve always been. From the first time I saw you. I’m even obsessed with the way you sleep, with the way you draw, I love your shapes I love your colors… I love you.”

“Izu…” Your whole face is red. His words, his touches… they are scorching hot, they make you burn with desire, the flames licking at your skin as his fingers wander around your sides. You put your hand on his under your shirt and his movement stutters; he looks at you with nothing but worry, like he did something wrong but it’s actually quite the opposite; you move his hand to the middle of your chest to make him feel your heart thudding like a maniac, just after those few words. “This is what you do to me. Can you feel it?”

Izuku only nods, his fingers splayed out completely, assessing, studying the undiscovered area. His touch feels amazing, like tiny sparks of lighting going through your veins with every minuscule motion. The tips of his fingers aren’t soft, they are full of callouses, rough and broken, but they are Izuku’s so it still feels pleasant.

“Can I… ask you for a favor, Sweet Pea?” Izuku mutters, eyes full with want.

“Anything, love.” You whisper, completely entranced.

“Today… I only want to see you. And touch you. Get to know you. Nothing else.” He admits. “If I go too far, can you stop me? Even if… even if it’s good, even if it’s okay with you… I always wanted to do this. To just… be vulnerable with someone, be naked and enjoy each others company without uhm… ending up in the bed. I know it sounds weird, but…”

“No, I understand. I will stop you. But only because you asked me to.” You admit, not able to keep eye contact with him. Damn, it’s not going to be easy to say no when he looks at you with eyes this hungry but if this is what he wants…

“Can you start now? Because I’m really struggling.” Izuku giggles while he nuzzles your tummy. You both start laughing like two idiots while your hand finds its way into Izuku’s curls to play around. It’s not that his words doesn’t uhm… make you feel things but he said that with such an adorable tone you just can’t stop smiling.

“You close your eyes, calm down, then see you in the hot tub, yeah?”

“How am I supposed to calm down when I know what you’re about to do?!” Izuku legitimately whines into your face, his voice needy and so so honest it makes your heart hurt. He’s finally himself right now, just him being a silly and a uhm… horny nerd, not the hero, not the famous guy from the headboards, just Izuku, the young geek from the neighborhood. You absolutely love when Izuku goes all unhinged because it’s so fucking rare to see him like that.

Maybe, after this, he will be able to be like this more and more until all his insecurities fade away completely - That’s what you think about as you shed your clothes right by the hot tub, leaving the clothing nicely folded on the bench next to it.

Okay. You can do this. You have your towel in an arms length, in case you feel like it’s too much. By the look of it, Izuku won’t be able to see too much while the hot tub is on, the bubbles are way too frequent for him to take a good look.

You just need to sit in and wait for your godly boyfriend to join you and make sure he doesn’t… uhm… do anything he doesn’t really want to as per his instructions. Easy.

“I’m coming in!” Izuku announces himself, still in his All Might towel. He makes his way over with big, confident steps but stutters as he takes in the sight in front of him; your naked body hidden by nothing but the bubbles, your arms around your naked chest for extra safety, cheeks ruddy from embarrassment. Izuku swallows hard, his whole face red as he comes closer and sits down on the side of the hot tub, still in his towel. “Hi, Sweets.” Izuku drops his eyes to the floor with a shy smile on his face. He pops his legs into the water, splashing around like a child.

“Hi.” You mutter with a tiny smile. “Want to join me?” You reach out for him, but Izuku starts muttering random, incoherent stuff, clearly about to combust and you can’t help but laugh at that, all your embarrassment gone just from the sight of him.

“Uhm, yeah, I will, I swear I will it’s just uhm… you are… naked… and pretty and uhm… I don’t think I thought this through, oh my god…”

“Izu, just come in. It’s too late to run away now.” You giggle, forcing him to take your hand.

“Stop pulling me!” Izuku yells, his eyes terrified. Did you just attempt to pull the guy into the water? Yes, you just did. “Let me put my towel down, oh my god, Y/N!” Izuku stumbles and falls into the tub, water splashing all over, the sound of it louder than the happy giggles coming from you. “How will I get out now?! I have no towel, Sweets!!!” Izuku yelps, his voice high pitched, his face facing the other way out of embarrassment.

“We can share mine…” You purr into his ear while you snake your arms around his waist to pull him closer. Your breasts bounce back a bit as you push yourself into his back and you swear you can see smoke coming out of Izuku’s ears.

“Sweets, your… your bosom… is touching my back.” Izuku mutters as the blood explodes out of his nose, like in those stupid animes.

“I thought you want to get to know me better…” you mutter back, a little bit embarrassed now that the adrenaline is wearing off. “Sorry, I’ll stop bullying you.” You finally give the poor guy some peace. Izuku takes a deep breath and before you have time to get a good look at his beautiful back muscles, this absolute maniac tears the towel off himself under the water, and throws it to the other side of the garden, almost down into the street.

“Well, I wanted to show you my tattoo properly without flashing anything you don’t want to see yet, but now you missed your chance to see it.” Izuku grumbles with a red face, fake-offended.

“I don’t mind seeing your peachy ass, Izu.” You tease him but apparently, it doesn’t work anymore; Izuku only rolls his eyes with a fond smile on his face.

“Are you sure you can handle the sight? Even Kacchan admitted that my ass is juicy. I’m quite sure Calvin Klein likes my ass more than they like my personality.” The green head sighs. He’s in a sassy mood. You absolutely adore Izuku in a sassy mood. “They have all those fancy suits and shirts and cool trousers yet all I get is underwear. I’m offended.”

“Are you trying to show off, love?” You snicker, slowly sneaking closer your boyfriend, hoping for a cheeky cuddle. He doesn’t lean towards you yet, probably still a bit shy, but that’s fine.

“Maybe? I mean my butt is probably the only part of me that’s not full of scars…” Izuku looks away with eyes full of sadness. You hate when he does that, but you’ll make sure to change his way of seeing himself as soon as you can.

“I love your scars though.” You caress the massive scar around Izuku’s elbow; it’s the biggest one of them all, sprawled through half of his arm. It’s the one he got when he was only 14 years old. “One day, I want you to tell me the story behind all of them while I kiss them all. That’s one of my dreams, really. To do that. I want to kiss your insecurities away because you are the most beautiful human being in the whole wide word, Midoriya Izuku.” You stretch yourself to give your favorite person a kiss, absolutely unaware that your boobs are out of the water now.

(Warning: mention of nipples, boob touching)

Izuku yelps into your kiss and covers them with his hand right away; again, silly mistake, because just as his rough palm touches your sensitive nipple you can’t help but make a surprised noise, something between a moan and a yelp. Izuku moves his hand away with a high pitched “sorry” but you are not having any of that; you take his hand into yours and put them back where they were. “You can touch. If you want. You wanted to get to know my body, so… just… do it.” You stutter, half terrified and half… well… excited.

I mean, fucking Midoriya Izuku, your favorite hero is fondling your fucking boobies in a hot tub, of course you are excited, who wouldn’t be?

“Oh…Kay… thank you, Sweet Pea. I’ll be careful.” The tension in the air is… well… there is uhm… tension. Okay, where did your brain go?! Hello?! Words?! What’s going on?! Who is this?! Where are you?! Why is it so hot in here?!

(You okay to read along for a bit.)

“You okay, love?” Suddenly, Izuku’s hand leaves your chest and caresses your cheek; he pushes some stray hairs out of your face with a gentle smile on his face.

“I think I got overexcited and left this universe for a second, sorry.” You admit sheepishly. “You know, I’m kinda sharing a hot tub with pro hero Deku and we are both naked… my fangirl self is yelling in my head.”

Izuku next laugh is so free and careless it makes your heart melt completely.

“What does your fangirl-self want to do about it?” Izuku teases you back. You can’t help but yelp at how stupid your last sentence was.

“Nothing! Really! Nothing! I’m okay like this! Chilling in the hot tub!” You whine, red faced.

“You want to touch me? Want to feel me up, Baby?” Izuku’s face is right by your ears, his voice deep and husky, his shenanigans followed by a cheeky, innocent giggle.

“Stop teasing me, Mr. Perfect Muscles!” You full on yell into Izuku’s face now, absolutely mortified. He can’t just grumble into your ears like that, even as a joke! Oh my god, that went straight to places where nothing was supposed to go today. That’s just not fair.

“Sorry, I’ll stop. I swear.” Izuku giggles. “Except if you don’t want me too, my favorite little fangirl.” He grumbles again, making a flirty face which looks absolutely like Hawks’s.

“That’s how you wanna play this game, hot stuff? Take this, you flirty little chicken.” Your arms reach towards Izuku’s armpits. He doesn’t have time to defend himself before you start to tickle him menacingly, right where it tickles the most.

“Chicken?! Sweets, stop… haha… oh my god, stop… haha… please I beg you I’m sorry!” Izuku laughs, his eyes pleading but you are on a mission here; you need to show Izuku who wears the pants here! “Okay, if… haha… you don’t stop, I’ll stop… haha… you myself.” Izuku grabs your waist and sends you flying in the air; now needless to say the nerd didn’t think this action through at all because first of all, THIS IS TOO FUCKING HIGH, and second of all… well. You are still naked.

It takes Izuku a few seconds to realize his mistake and he catches you as quickly as he can, even with his eyes closed out of respect; he puts you in his lap, and mumbles sorry then takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Stupid nerd…” you grumble, your red face hidden in the crook of his neck. You try to make yourself comfortable, but Izuku puts his hands on your shoulders, his face just as red as yours.

“Sweets, don’t move… I made a mistake.” He mutters; he makes such a constipated face you can barely stop yourself from laughing.

“What…” Something twitches right under your… uhm… well… that. “Oh.”

Warning: 18+ for a bit, scroll down to the green writing to continue, there are important bits there!

“Sorry…”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll…” You try to carefully move away but the friction is just enough for the both of you to feel the pleasure of it. You’ll never forget Izuku’s face when your folds touched his half-hard member; his eyes are dark and clouded, almost watery and he’s biting his lips to not make a sound, to not show how much he liked it, but it’s all in vein; his face says it all as he can’t stop looking into your eyes, he can’t stop drinking the sight in front of him, he grabs your waist to stop you from moving away too far, desperate to feel you, desperate to be touched… “Izu…” You whisper as your body slowly goes back to its original place, right on top of Izuku’s laying member. “You don’t want this, remember?” You mutter into his mouth as you leave open mouthed kisses on his lips. His grips gets stronger, his restraint so close to snapping, but Izuku fights against the urges, even as another wave of pleasure goes through his spine when you straddle the hero’s hips and sit back down.

“I love you. I respect you. You are my everything, Sweet Pea. I would die for you.” You are not sure if Izuku is even conscious by the way he mutters nonsense into your ear; his hips snap forward, the length of his member shimming between your folds without any kind of penetration but the feelings of something so soft yet hard rubbing against your core makes you moan out loud; you look up at your boyfriend, into his eyes full of tears and terror and you stop your movements completely; something is wrong, something is not right, something is…

“Izuku, it’s fine. We don’t need to do anything. But we can also just… uhm… do this? It feels nice, isn’t it? It’s okay to want to feel nice, Izuku. It’s not a sin to have desires. I love you. And I want to see your face all scrunched up from how good it feels. I want to make you happy.” You try to smile at him, your hand caressing his cheeks to soothe him.

“This is so dirty, Sweets. You deserve better than this. I want to cherish you. I want to earn this. I want…” You can’t help but sigh at that. It’s a sweet thought but it’s also so silly; you don’t feel like you are being used for pleasure right now, it’s actually quite the opposite; this position is so intimate, so special, it’s just you and him surrounded by nothing but warmth, holding into each other, loving each other, helping each other to wind down after a stressful week…

“Izuku, what part of this is dirty to you? We love each other, don’t we? Is it a sin to feel each other? To enjoy this closeness? Do I look offended? Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.” You try your best to ignore his twitching member laying under you for a second to prove your point.

“Well, your pupils are really wide. Your eyes shine really beautifully. Your cheeks are flushed. Your lips look really tasty… I mean healthy. You look really beautiful. I love you.” He stares into your eyes like you are the one who hung the starts in the sky. You absolutely love the way he looks at you right now, it actually makes you believe this is real, not just a fleeting dream you are having every night to get away from the reality. You might be a creative person but you would never be able to come up with such a beautiful piece of art as Izuku’s face is right now.

“That’s… not what I asked.” You giggle into his neck shyly. “Can you tell me why you think this is wrong? I want to understand you.” You stop your shenanigans, trying your best to not touch in those places, but even without realizing it, Izuku pushes you right back. You decide not to comment on it and to school your face when the pleasure hits you.

“It’s… it’s dirty. You are so pure, so perfect, I… I don’t want to ruin this with my filthy desires. You are so much more than that to me. I don’t want to use you…” Izuku mutters while his hands caress your sides soothingly, the touch full of love and care.

Green zone, also, this bit is important.

“Izu, do you want to tell me what happened to you… before me?” You move your hand to the man’s cheeks, slowly caressing his ruddy cheek to calm him down a bit. Izuku visibly tenses at the mention, but sighs into the space between you, his muscles relaxing once more. Izuku has a lot of freckles on his shoulders, probably from the sunny weather and it makes his bulky figure loose it’s menacing edge; he’s just a boy, a young guy, lost in his own head, lost in his memories, a young guy full of insecurities etched into his heart by someone in the past who certainly does not matter anymore.

“There was one person. A person I thought I loved but… I don’t think I did. She certainly didn’t love me but it took me months to realize that. Everyone knew, everyone tried to tell me but I didn’t listen. I was too happy to feel needed, to not be a “Deku” for once.” Izuku tenses again so you decide to hug him tight, or as tight as you can hug a person sitting in a hot tub. You touch in a lot of places, but it doesn’t make you feel desire anymore; Izuku’s mental health is so much more important than a few minutes of pleasure. “I’ve always been a bit behind when it came to anything sexual, I was too focused on my hero work, on my notes, on my research to even think about uhm… trying stuff, even alone. This person… didn’t care about me feeling this way and I was too scared to say no but even though it felt nice I felt… dirty. I felt used. I felt like that but I still did it, every time she asked me to but with every single time I hated myself more and more for being so weird about this and she started to make me feel small and useless after a while and it wasn’t just about sex, it was about everything; my clothes, my scars, my body; my legs being too muscly, my freckles, my hair, I was too soft, too boyish…” Needless to say you are halfway between yelling and crying your heart out as you listen to his story. “It took me several months and Katsuki’s constant begging for me to finally realize she doesn’t love me, she just loves the money and my name. I was nothing but a stepping stone for her. We had an ugly break up. She said a lot of things I will never forget. It took me a long time to even be able to look into the mirror without frowning. I thought I’ll die alone. Then you came into my life.” Izuku pushes you a bit further so he can look into your teary eyes with nothing but love. “You turned my life upside down in the best way possible. I still have insecurities, clearly but… they are fading away. You are healing me. Thank you.” Izuku leaves a tiny kiss on your lips and pulls you closer once again, his body flush against yours.

“So what we just… did… well, almost… reminded you of this? I’m sorry for being so pushy… I didn’t mean any harm, Izu…” You finally let go of your tears, let yourself be the vulnerable one.

“No… I mean yes but it’s not your fault. I thought I am being the one using you this time, not the other way around. I see how stupid I was now that my head is clear. I’m sorry for ruining our hot tub date.” Izuku mutters into your hair while his arms tighten around your middle.

“You didn’t ruin anything, love.” You smile. “We got to know each other, didn’t we? We even played around a little bit and it was really nice. You told me something important. I learnt something new. It was a good date, Izu.”

“I don’t deserve you.” Izuku plays with your hair with a lovesick gaze in his eyes, his hips moving just a tiny bit under you.

“Oh, you do. You are perfect. Just what I always wanted.” You mumble into his hair, enjoying the way his curls tickle your cheek.

“I mean, I am the hero you are obsessed with…” Izuku teases, finally back to his old self.

“Hey! That’s not what I meant at all and you know that!” You giggle into his hair then move to his ear to give it a little, reprimanding bite.

“Sweets, uhm…” Izu pushes you away again to look at you. “How… much did I ruin the mood? Would you be uhm… interested in continuing?”

The look Izuku gives you while he says that goes right to your… well.

“Are you sure? We don’t need to. I can wait.” You try to reassure him but Izuku only shakes his head at that.

“Haha, I think… I think I want to fool around with the person I love the most. It’s my off-day. I can do whatever I want.” He says giddily, moving you down again. This time, you don’t try to fake nonchalance.

Warning: 18+ until the end, sexual content, (NO penetration), I don’t know how to tag this?!

“Uhm.” Izuku swallows around nothing, his face scrunched from pleasure already. You move your hips tentatively, shimmy yourself to the side of his length and for the first time since you two have been together, Izuku makes the sweetest voice, high pitched and so-so hot it makes you feel things down there, way past the pleasure of the friction. You try it again, and again, the movement more and more deliberate; your folds hug the length of him as you move from the tip to the end, without penetration, just you massaging his member by moving back and forth on the skin, giving yourself pleasure just as much as you give pleasure to him. “Sweets… that feels really good…” Izuku moves his hips up to help with the friction and you can’t help but choke on your next words, not even sure what they were supposed to be in the first place. “Is it nice for you too, love?

Ahh, Izuku is a guy who needs reassurance and talks a lot. You are not surprised by this revelation.

“Really nice, I love how close I am to you. Can we sleep naked tonight?”

Izuku only giggles at that which becomes a moan as he snaps his hips up again.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea but I can sleep in my underwear again?” You make another move, and another and another, getting closer and closer to your climax with every slide. “Can you sleep without a shirt? I loved the feeling of your… uhm… bouncy bits.” Izuku gets redder and redder as the time goes by, his movements under you careful, soft and so-so loving it hurts your heart. Your hands are in Izuku’s hair now, the curls bouncy under your palm. It might be only your imagination but you swear there are tiny, green sparkles around Midoriya, they look like the sparks of One For All acting out from all the pleasure Izuku’s getting from your shenanigans. You decide to move a bit quicker, with less hesitance, chasing your own sparks that erupt inside you with every move and every touch.

“You can touch them if you want.” You mumble, absolutely out of it and Izuku indeed goes for it; he moves his head towards your chest, leaves tiny kisses around your breast, then pops your bud into his mouth, only for a second and you see stars right away; your grip on his hair tightens and Izuku moans into your breast, needy and impatient as he snaps himself up again, chasing his climax while his mouth wanders from your chest to your neck then up to your lips. The kiss you get next is nothing like the ones you’ve got before; this one is scorching hot, dripping from desire, needy but somehow so full of emotions and unsaid words - Izuku talks to you even when he’s not, every movement full of words he’s too shy to say.

“We should stop, I’m gonna…” Izuku pants into your ear and licks into it, the smallest of moans coming out of his mouth as his movements become more sporadic. It’s absolutely ridiculous how you didn’t even really do anything yet it feels like the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.

“Too late.” You whine, your words followed by a deep kiss and that’s when it hits you; something snaps inside you, makes you feel cold and hot at the same time, your moan muffled by Izuku’s mouth; it takes Izuku a few seconds to understand what just happened and it doesn’t take him long to follow; one look at your blissed out face was all he needed to come, his grip tight on your sides as he comes down from his high together with you.

“This is the cheekiest thing I’ve ever done, Sweets.” Izuku pants with a massive, shit-eating grin on his face. You’ll never forget his blissed out face. Never. Fucking hell, you would absolutely be thrilled to have a second round like… right now. The pink cheeks, the half-lidded eyes, the sparks dancing around his whole body, even under water…

“Do you want to hear something even cheekier?” You whisper into his ear, barely able to conceal your giggles.

“Tell me.”

“We need to clean the whole hot tub. Today.” You finally let your laugh out and Izuku snorts.

“Worth it.”

“Absolutely.”

Spoiler: Both of you almost change your mind about that after cleaning the fucking hot tub for two whole hours.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Honestly? I have no idea how this happened but it felt so right for these two that I decided to keep it even if it feels a bit cringe. Izuku definitely have some issues to sort out, but we love him.

- Also, I didn’t forget about the secret room! I have it planned in already but the reveal is going to happen in the last plot!

- I hope you enjoyed this part, please send me your thoughts! 🥦

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cazzyf1 · 8 months ago

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Quotes about the 1982 Drivers Strike that I found funny/interesting (from a pdf of a book I accidentally downloaded)

So, if you haven't seen from my Twitter stream this morning when trying to research something about Niki Lauda for a friend, I came across a pdf link. Thinking it would just be a small article potentially with the answer I was looking for, I downloaded it. I did not notice the fact that it was 154 pages... to my surprise; it turned out to be a whole book about the 1982 season, specifically focusing on Keke Rosberg.

I've read through the chapter about the driver's strike and taken down some quotes that I found interesting. There isn't a lot of detail into what they all got up to that isn't already known, but there is a lot of useful information. Hope you enjoy :)

'You might imagine all this was just like every season, but 1982 was already very different. The Rat, you see, had smelt a rat.'

'Herr Andres Nikolaus Lauda of Vienna had furtive eyes which didn't miss much and a suspicious mind. On 24th December 1981, he sniffed the form from Paris the postman had just delivered and didn't like it at all.'

'The form was the product of events in 1981 when Prost, making his debut in Grand Prix racing with Mclaren, became convinced the car was not safe and refused to drive for the team again regardless of the fact he had a contract to do so. Prost told Teddy Mayer that, if necessary, he would simply walk away from motor sport altogether. Renault approached Prost, he joined them, and Mayer (by training a lawyer) discovered how problematic the law was if you tried to prevent someone from gaining their livelihood. The super licence form represented an attempt to prevent such situation recurring.'

'Lauda claims Pironi made phone calls and was able to prevent 'most of the other drivers' from signing, but in fact 24 did, leaving six refuseniks: Pironi himself, Lauda of course, Villeneuve - who had seen something similar in Canadian ice hockey and didn't like it - Arnoux, Giacomelli, and de Cesaris'

'I was just listening because Didier Pironi did all the talking,' Lauda would say. 'Didier completely unemotional. The important thing was to keep on talking.'

'At 7:00 on the Thursday morning a bus, arranged by GPDA secretary Trevor Rowe, drew up not far from the paddock entrance with Pironi and Lauda in it. Most of the drivers stayed at the nearby Kyalami Ranch Hotel and they'd be arriving early for a GPDA meeting before the hour-long practice session at 10:20. As each arrived they were invited to park their cars and get onto the bus. Mass didn't show up (He's always late' someone said) and Ickx refused. In fact, Mass had been staying with friends of his South African-born wife and so had been out of touch. He knew nothing about the bus but it wouldn't have made any difference.'

'The drivers were, as Lauda recounts is, going for a drive. With Lauda hanging out of the back waving, the bus set off, but as it left the bottom gate of the circuit John McDonald of the March team tried to block it. Laffite and some other drivers got out and pushed McDonald's car clear. Then the bus proceeded to the scenic route to Johannesburg some 15 miles away pursued by 'a whole convoy' of TV cameras, journalists and photographers. The bus went to the Sunnyside Park Hotel in the suburbs. It offered full amenities including a swimming pool.'

'At 10:19 the track opened for practice. The race organisers threatened to impound the cars if the race didn't happen and Ecclestone threatened the drivers that they would be sued for recompense if the cars were impounded. Throughout, Ecclestone adopted a hard line and at one point, in a remarkable interview questioned the value of drivers, "Nobody came up to me at Kyalami and asked where Jones or Andretti were. Already they're not missed. Why should any of the rest of them be missed? If it had suited Carlos not to come back, he wouldn't have given a stuff about F1 now, or whether the crowds came now or didn't. He couldn't give a dam if it suited him not to turn up. In the same way it suited Niki to walk out in the middle of a race. I think he said at the time 'I'm leaving because of policies, I just want to be a racing driver.' If you analyse it, the drivers just don't make any sense."'

'Pironi arrived from the circuit and explained that if they didn't return and drive immediately, they faced life bans. There seems to have been a distinctive mood at the hotel with very real concerns about what they were doing 'camouflaged by high jinks and laughter.' Lauda knew that the older drivers understood what the consequences might be. Ecclestone had already fired Piquet and Patrese. Lauda realised how difficult it was for the young drivers, facing the reaction of their sponsors. Lauda concluded that maintaining solidarity was crucial. Each driver had a great deal to lose.'

'At the Kyalami Ranch, during dinner, drivers' wives and girlfriends threw bread rolls and plates at Balestre.'

'The drivers in Hannesburg inhabited the conference room. "We ended up barricaded in it" Warwick says, "You know what was fantastic? I got to know my colleagues for the first time because, being a non-qualifier at the back of the grid, you don't get a chance to speak to the guys at the front. That was good. The other things that were massive when we were in that compound - we were there for 24 hours - was Bruno Giacomelli standing with a chart and dissecting an AK47 machine gun. He drew these magnificent drawings of how to take the gun to bits and so on. It was very, very funny because in the normal Bruno Giacomelli way he was very, very funny anyway. I think it was a big shock for everybody in authority because they thought they could control the drivers but, to be quite honest, I don't know that half of them in the room knew what we were striking for." Lauda kept their spirits up by telling jokes and, a piano brought, Villeneuve played light music and de Angelis classical pieces. "What really blew me away," Warwick says, "was that we had a piano in the room and Elio de Angelis started playing it. Apparently, he could have been a concert pianist and it astonished me - the other talents that some of these guys had. Then Gilles played Scott Joplin.'

'Many remember the performance by de Angelis. "Believe it or not," Derek Daly says, "the most vivid memory I have of being stuck in the hotel was Elio de Angelis playing the piano like a concert pianist. Remarkable. Definitely, definitely that was a gift, a talent of his.' Jarier points out that "it was a big room and Elio de Angelis played classical music and Gilles played. Very sympa. In that era virtually all the drivers stayed in the same hotels - Kyalami Ranch in South America, the Glen Motorhome in Watkins Glen and so on. A formula one team was 15, 20 people. There were far few journalists, far fewer television people and everybody knew each other." In other words, many of the drivers in the big room were not strangers to each other, however much those at the back of the grid had to be. Alex Hawkridge arrived to try and reach Fabi and Warwick. Fabi was easy to reach because, as it seems, he was already staying in the hotel and had his own room. "Teo we didn't threaten as such, we told him he was contracted to drive. He came out and I was able to speak to him. We reminded him he had signed a contract to drive, and the idea of solidarity wouldn't help him if he was without a drive and think where his best interest lay. Elio was playing the piano - astonishing - and I could hear him. He was a proper concert pianist.'

'The room was barricaded. An associate of mine pushed the door open and shouted their names, "Come and talk to us and we'll resolve this" Of course, as happens when you do that, someone pushed the other way and there was a bit of a pushing and shoving session - by a friend of mine called Douglas Norden, who is known to be a little aggressive when challenged. He was nothing to do with the team, just a friend along trying to help and it turned into a bit of a scuffle, the the door shut." Niki and the others saw it as a further restriction on the drivers' power and they wanted to stop it, and that is always the difficulty with change, isn't it? We were to have another example at Imola when the FOCA went on strike against the FIA. Through the history of human struggle there have been instances involving union. Lauda made sure the piano blocked the door so there would be no further scuffles, giving the police reason to enter. Mo Nunn at the Ensign tried to get Guerrero to come out by taking his girlfriend. When they saw each other they dissolved into tears and Lauda allowed him out to see her providing he - Lauda - came too. Jean Sage of Renault tried to get Prost and Arnoux but was beaten off.'

'The drivers ordered a room big enough to put 30 mattresses onto the carpet - that provoked prolonged ribaldry. At 11:00 pm they moved from the conference room to this dormitory and settled down for the night, having worked out an elaborate way of getting to the toilet across the hallway. It was conducted on the honour system with a key on a plate in the middle of the room. Lauda would remember, "I was sharing a bed with Patrese, someone next to Rosberg was snoring until Villeneuve put a blanket over him in the middle of the night, but all the time we stood together." Warwick would remember, "The drivers spent time with me and we spent a lot of time together - I was sleeping with them, exactly, yes! I haven't slept on the same mattress as Carlos Reutemann ever since, mind you..." To which Derek Daly says, "The funny thing is think I was on the other side because I have a picture of me beside Reutemann. I don't know if he snored. I do think he was still dressed in his driver's suit." Pironi said at the time, "We will see it through, FISA had too much to lose to let the Grand Prix be called off. I'm confident they will relent." "We'd had a lot of pressure because you had people like Jackie Oliver and Alex Hawkridge coming to the hotel," Warwick says, "We were threatened with our jobs if you don't get back there and that, of course, if why Fabi crawled out of the toilet window. He was the only one who broke ranks. He did the dirty on me. Everybody said they understood if I had to go back, I was explaining to people like Lauda, 'It's okay for you guys, you're going to have a job , you're some of the best drivers around but I'm the new kid on the block, my team mate's just jumped ship and I am very vulnerable' and every one of them said, 'We guarantee you will not be fired' In other words, if one is fired everyone goes. That gave me a little bit more confidence to stay there."'

'"It wasn't the strike which made me say, I don't want Formula One," Tambay says, "I enjoyed the strike! It was the best time I ever had with all my friends, although it was a very costly reunion with them. WHat I didn't like was Teo Fabi sneaking out behind our backs to try and get back into the car, and what I didn't like was that I knew we had been screwed - they (Balestre & co) had said "Come back out to the circuit and everything's going to be all right" and I knew we were all screwed"'

'And there, grinning broadly (he usually did), stood the strong, square figure of Brian Henton - available for selection as of this second, Jackie Oliver gave Henton the Tambay drive, but that morning, Henton became embroiled in a tug-of-war between the arrows management and Herr Lauda. Arrows 'were bollocking me saying "Get in the car" and all the rest of it' Henton remembers, 'And I am just about to go out for practice and they needed my signature on their petition. I'd got the team shouting in one ear "Get in that car and get out there" and, just as I am sitting Niki Lauda - who been massaging me all the time and I'd been saying "No, no, no" - rushes up with this petition, he 'hit' me at the right time, "Just sign this, sign it, sign it" I thought I only want to get out onto the track.'

'Lauda records how, throughout the weekend, there had been rumours that once the drivers reached the airport to fly home they would be arrested, although on what grounds it is difficult to say, what happened was quite different. During the race the stewards issued a statement given to each team, saying the drivers Super Licences were being suspended. Three drivers, Fabi, Mass and Henton - were spared: Fabi because he'd gone to the track prepared to drive, Mass because he had driven, and Henton because he got the Arrows drive after Tambay withdrew following the strike. Francis Tucker, steward of the South African Grand Prix, said, "For the purpose of running a race, a temporary truce, was called in the disagreement between the drivers and the officials. The truce lasted until the end of the race. At the end of the race, the truce agreement position was terminated. This means that the position which existed prior to the agreement is effectively reinstated.' The drivers were suspended immediately and each paid 300 Rand to appeal the decision. Fisa said they supported the suspensions and Executive Committee would meet in Paris on the following Thursday, January 27.'

And that is all that I took down about the Driver's Strike of 1982. I hope that it was an enjoyable read for everyone!

I feel a bit bad that I accidentally got a free copy of this book, given that the author I've read other books from and it one that I like a lot, and that when looking the book up, it is rather expensive. But these things accidentally happen, and anyone could accidentally look up this exact search on google: Niki Lauda "snored" - and then see the first link that is a pdf of 154 pages titled 1982, which then they could click and get the full copy of the book. These accidents happen. And it is always good to have a virus scanner to check any file you download just in case, my phone seems safe but it's better safe than sorry.

Enjoy :)

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osamusriceballs · 2 years ago

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Ten Nights

Iwaizumi x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,4k

About: A series of your most important moments with Iwaizumi- from your very first meeting to your relationship! Smut included~

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"Go, ask for her number!"

"What? Why should I do that?"

"You've been eyeing her all night, Iwa-chan."

The brown-haired setter grins and takes a long zip from his drink, apparently not bothered by the annoyed grunt from the former ace.

"Quit it."

His eyes roam towards the bar, towards the direction of the woman he just bumped into- you. Your shy but polite smile, the way your cheeks reddened when you held eye-contact with him, and how you smelled so good when he walked past you- you positively put him under a spell. And Oikawa- of course- witnessed the whole thing and non-stop teased him about the little encounter.

One deep breath later, and Iwaizumi silently grabs his phone and heads towards your direction- with a slightly nervous smile on his face and hope in his heart.

2:04 am - Iwaizumi: "Hey, it's me- Just wanted to check if you're home already."

2:06 am - You: "Hey, Hajime! I'm home safely. Thank you for worrying <3"

2:07 am - Iwaizumi: "Sure. I had a great time tonight- wanna hang out sometime again?"

2: 07 am - You: "I'd love to! Maybe lunch tomorrow?"

2:08 am- Iwaizumi: "Text me the time, and I'll pick you up."

2:08 am - You: "Perfect. See you then <3

2:08 am - Iwazumi: "See you tomorrow, y/n. Can't wait."

xxx

Iwaizumi runs his hand through his hair once again, nervousness clouding his features, yet he still manages to look handsome, even when he's simply leaning against his car.

He looks at his phone again, reading your short "I'll be there in a sec <3" for the third time, hoping to appear a bit calmer on the outside than he feels on the inside. Will you like his outfit? Will you like him? Will you think he's an arrogant guy, trying to impress you with his fancy car? It was his first big investment after his first salary, and it's something he'd wanted to have for forever, but if you-

His train of thoughts gets interrupted when you suddenly open the door to the apartment complex and immediately blink a few times to let your eyes adapt to the sunlight.

You're beautiful. The color of the dress compliments your hair, your make-up making your features more charming, and the smile on your face- stops his heart for a second. You're absolutely breathtaking.

"Hey!" You still smile when you step closer to hug him- and he allows himself to get lost in your flowery scent for a few moments while he wraps his arms tightly around you. "Hey." He returns your smile and quickly steps back to put a respectful distance between the two of you. He smoothly opens the door to the passenger seat and playfully bows while keeping eye contact to see the slight blush that he loves so much appear on your face. "Shall we?"

xxxx

It's perfect.

The perfect date, the perfect moment, and the perfect person. It feels natural when he holds your waist and leans down to slowly bring his lips to yours- and fireworks erupt in your stomach when he finally kisses you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and return the kiss, enjoying how his body feels perfect against yours and how perfect this moment is.

Your very first kiss with him.

xxxxx

"Please- I need you-"

You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down towards you- and he is quick to connect your lips with his once again. His hips are rutting against yours, and you feel his hand moving under your panties to tease your clit, causing you to slightly bite into his lip in surprise. You pull back with wide eyes, but there is a hungry glint in his features, and his fingers rub your clit one last time before he pushes two of them inside after finding out that he's got you soaking wet with just a bit of dry humping. Not that he's any better, with the hard-on he's been sporting ever since you moaned his name when he had kissed you in the car.

"S-sorry," you gasp, and your thumb brushes against his lower lip but he quickly shakes his head with a grin on his attractive face.

"That was hot, baby."

The nickname turns your cheeks even redder, and he suddenly curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp and arch your back against his body.

"Like that, baby? Don't worry, I'll take care of you so well tonight."

xxxxxx

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You stop fidgeting with your fingers and focus on Iwaizumi, who is sitting right next to you.

"You sure? You seem so absent. "

"I'm just nervous."

"Why should you be nervous? You're with me, baby. Just you and me."

You smile and lean in for a quick kiss in the busy cafe- and decide to let it off your soul right here and now.

"I know. I was just thinking about how I should tell you that I love you. That's all."

You try to sound calm and collected, but the slight shaking of your voice reveals your true feelings.

You're nervous about being vulnerable.

About confessing your feelings, and taking this big step first, and you just hope that he feels the same.

Iwaizumi freezes- his attractive face not giving away what's going on in his head- and then the realization seems to sink in. He almost breaks his cup with how fast he's smashing it down on the table before he cups your cheeks with his hands and looks deep into your eyes.

"I love you too, y/n- So, so much."

xxxxxxx

"Please move in with me."

"Huh?"

You raise your head from his chest and look into his sleepy eyes. You blink confused, slightly shifting your body into a more comfortable position on top of him while the roaring sounds from "Godzilla" echo through the room.

Moving in so suddenly?

But it's moving in with Iwaizumi. How could you say no to that?

"Okay."

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You're without a doubt overwhelmed and don't know what to say when you look at the man in front of you on his knees- and towards the ring in his hands.

"Will you marry me?"

xxxxxxxxx

One of the most memorable moments of your wedding is without a doubt Oikawa's face- full of happy tears while sobbing "Congrats, Iwa-chan, y/n-chan," and how he tries to give his speech in which he declares that it was him who brought the two of you together, while clearly being drunk already.

The moment that you will truly never forget, however, is Iwaizumi's face when he sees you in your wedding dress for the very first time. Absolutely stunned, full of love and admiration, and it was all for you.

The way he gently held your hand during the ceremony, and how he simply wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up to carry you, causing the wedding guests to swoon and laugh.

"My beautiful wife." He whispers and presses another kiss against your calf. "So, so beautiful." He travels towards your knee and leaves a trail of sweet and teasing kisses, holding your leg steady to keep you from squirming. He finally reaches the fabric around your upper thigh and wraps his teeth around it to pull it down on your leg.

You wiggle under his lips, your breath already shallow and fast, you feel almost dizzy from watching the handsome man working between your legs- his tie loosened and his dark hair messy from how many times you've been running your hands through it tonight. Your wedding dress is bunched up around your hips, exposing your legs and underwear to Iwaizumi, but you know that you won't wear the dress for much longer.

Iwaizumi's lips curl into a triumphant smile as soon as he manages to free the wedding band from your body. "Look, I got it." You smile at his almost childish triumphant expression and suppress a laugh that threatens to burst out of you. That's exactly the man you've fallen for at that night five years ago.

He is quick to dive back between your legs though, and you gasp his name when he directly kisses your pussy through your white underwear. "Don't worry, my dear wife. Your husband is here with you now. Forever and ever."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #here you go~#some Iwaizumi fluff/smut <3 #it feels a bit cheesy I'm so sorry #that just came into my mind #hope you'll enjoy <3 #smut #ANYWAYS!#I'm enjoying my last few days of my break #I'll definitely try to write some more things this week #maybe one every night~#Oikawa tomorrow?#Let's see~

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4ngeldusstt · 2 years ago

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S T A Y

A/N: had this on my drafts and decided to finish it somehow, enjoy!! <3

Word count: 982

Warnings: angst, kidnapping(?, suggestive.

Being a student in the UA was good, you were in your third and last year, one of the top three best heroes in your promotion, you had your provisional hero license and been working with Hawks in his agency for a year now.

Something was going down, the League of Villains was active again and Hawks made sure to keep you updated with all the information there was even though you were still a student, you worked your way into the Pro Hero world and gained their trust enough for them to count on you in important missions like this.

“Hey Y/H/N, we gotta get going.” Hawks told you as you both got into Best Jeanist’s sports car. “Endeavor is fighting with some of the members of the LOV in some abandoned headquarters, we have to offer support.” They updated you so you would be prepared, you were going to fight against members of the league, but nothing would prepare you for who you were actually going to fight against.

As we got closer to the location you saw the so familiar blue flames escaping out of the building’s broken windows making you curse under your breath, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you knew that you at some point would have to fight against your now ex boyfriend that you were still so much in love with, and he knew too.

When we arrived there it was Shigaraki, Twice, Spinner, Mr.Compress and Dabi. As the fight went on any of them had the guts to harm you, they were your friends at one point and still cared for you even if you were not a part of them anymore. You were never a member of the LOV officially, you where just a hero in love with a villain and you spent time with them and they grew to like you.

During that time you realized that they were not bad people, society made you believe that villains equal to bad but they were in fact actually really caring they just had different goals to yours, you learned their stories and background what lead them to be where they are and do what they’re doing, you as an empath had a lot of respect for them and understood their situations, despite the fact that you were a pro hero they didn’t hesitate to listen to you and take you in and welcomed you with kindness. They still had hatred for heroes, you didn’t want to change their vision after all, but you were the exception to them.

You used your quirk against Shigaraki trying not to rise suspicions amongst your comrades. Missing on purpose so you didn’t injure him, remembering all those hours you spent with him playing video games and when he listened to you without complaining as you vented and cried every time you argued with Dabi.

Kurogiri opened a portal out of nowhere meaning they where going to retreat already as more heros made their appearance in the situation. “Y/H/N! Be careful!” You heard Hawks yell in your direction as you felt a hand wrapping around your throat pushing you to the portal without hurting you, only for a deep voice to pull you off of the trance you didnt realize you where in “you’re coming with me baby, I ain’t letting you go that easy this time.” Somehow you felt safe. “I still love you.” Your voice coming out as a bare whisper “and I never stoped loving you princess.” The concerned faces of the pro heros as the LOV took you with them was the last thing you saw before all turned into darkness.

You woke up in a so familiar room that belonged to the boy that was now sitting on the end of the bed, his back facing you. “Why did you do that?” Your voice came out softer than you wanted it to be “The time we where apart fucked me up y/n, I know we agreed to break up but I can’t handle to be away from you, I need you with me.” You were quiet, so he kept talking “So, Shigaraki and I came up with a plan.”

You didn’t know what to feel, you were feeling nothing and everything all at once “Basically kidnapping me.” You said rolling your eyes at his words “Yeah, the plan worked though, you are here with me and these shitty heros won’t suspect from you bettaying them, they just think we kiddnapped you.” He finished the sentence with a proud smile, “But they will be looking for me, they will find me and try to take me back Toya, and you know that.” a hint of sadness could be perceived in your tone, you were the only one that he allowed to call him by his actual name, hearing it come out of your lips again made chills run down his spine, he took seat closer to you, still not locking eyes with you “I know baby, but when the time comes it will be up to you if you want to leave with them or.. stay with me.” His hand was now resting on your thigh, looking down at his own feet not being able to even look at you.

By the time you realized you where sitting on his lap, your arms resting around his shoulders as your lips connected with his, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist holding you as close to him as he could. "No one will take me away from you.” You whispered feeling him grin against your lips “that’s my girl.” He said in the deep voice that you so much loved making you shift in your favorite seat, feeling his hand forcefully grab your ass as a response. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispered as he devoured you neck.

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This was the tenth night in a row that you stayed up til morning for your husband to come home. Usually, Bruce patrolling all night wouldn’t bother you because he’s doing good but you haven’t had any alone time for almost two weeks. Sure it was nice to have a quiet home but after a while, you missed the chaos Wayne manor had. Which brought you to tonight. Once again your husband and your kids were out on patrol and you were with Alfred in the cave being the man in the chair. It was around 2 am when you passed out at the computer. Alfred had left to make more coffee and returned to you drooling on the computer. He wanted to bring you up to bed but knew the reason you stayed down here was to make sure everyone came back home safe and sound, so he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. You were woken up when your husband picked you up out of the chair and carried you up to your shared bedroom.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to wait downstairs,” Bruce said as he gently laid you in the bed.

“I just missed you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” you replied half asleep.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was working so much,” your husband responded as he got undressed and climbed into bed with you.

“It's okay, what you do is important. I just want to spend a whole day with my amazing husband,” you admitted as you wrapped your leg around his and rested your head on his bare chest.

After knowing that not only your husband but your kids were home safe, you started to go back to sleep. Bruce kissed the top of your head and whispered “I’m all yours tomorrow.” You mumbled a tomorrow in return and snuggled closer to Bruce. That night you had the best sleep in the last ten days. Feeling his heartbeat and his warm body had you sleeping like a baby.

You woke up the next morning to Bruce getting dressed for his morning workout. He was trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake you but you were already awake. Bruce was about to leave but you sat up in bed.

“Where are you going,” you asked getting out of bed.

“My morning workout, sweetie, after I'm all yours,” he replied walking to you and giving you a kiss.

“No you said all day today,” you informed him as you went to undress and went to grab some workout clothes.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded your head. Bruce sat on the bed and waited til you got dressed. You came out of the closet wearing a sports bra and a pair of black leggings and sat on your husband’s lap straddling him. Bruce placed his hands on your hips and just stared at you.

“What are you doing babe,” he asked you.

“Getting ready to work out.”

“That’s one way to do cardio. Now come one. The faster we finish the faster we can do whatever you want,” he said slapping your ass to get you off his lap.

You got off and the two of you went to the kitchen for a pre-workout drink. Alfred was making bruce his gross green drink and the kids were eating breakfast when the two of you walked in.

“Morning mother,” Damian said eating his omelet.

“Morning sweetie,” you replied kissing his head.

Bruce grabbed his drink and poured half of it into a cup for you. You looked at the cup and looked back at him.

“I'm not drinking this,” you replied handing the cup back.

“It will help with the workout.”

“Mom working out. Yeah right,” Jason said as he put his empty plate in the sink.

“Hey I work out,” you replied slapping Jason’s arm.

After receiving more workout jokes from your “amazing” kids and downing the gross drink, the two of you started the Wednesday workout. Bruce headed to his car and opened the door for you.

“What,” you questioned, “Are we going somewhere to work out?”

“Kinda, we are going for a run in the park, then coffee,” he answered as you climbed in.

Bruce closed the door and you whispered to yourself ‘what the hell have I gotten myself into.’ He got into the car and then drove to Sheldon park. If having to endure a little run was all you needed to do to have the perfect day with your husband so be it. Once y’all pulled up, Bruce parked the car and the two of you did a few stretches before starting the run.

The two of you took off on a simple jog. It wasn’t awful til Bruce took off running. You were able to keep up for a while but needed to stop because you were dying. Once Bruce noticed were had stopped he came over to check on you.

“You ok,” he asked rubbing your back.

“Yeah just need to catch my breath. How much was that?”

“Mile and a half. 3.5 more to go,” he said jogging in place to keep his heart rate up.

“Five miles, are you fucking crazy it's not even 9 in the morning,” you exclaimed.

“You don’t have…..,” he started to say.

“No ill be fine.”

The two of you took off running again for another mile. After that it was too much so you just laid in the grass and waited for the end to come. Bruce ran over to you thinking something was wrong.

“(Y/n),” he called in a worried tone.

“I'm just going to stay here. You keep running,” you told him gasping for air.

He double-checked that you were okay before running off again. He wasn’t that far away when he heard you yell “I married a madman.” It didn’t take long for him to finish the last two and a half miles since he didn’t have to worry about you. You were still laying on the grass when he came back. He laid down next to you and looked over at you.

“Don’t look at me. I'm sweaty and red as a tomato,” you complained covering your face.

“Still beautiful,” he replied kissing your cheek.

“Shut up,” you replied trying to slap him but you were too tired to move. “Do you do this every morning?”

“No. Only 3 times a week and I run 10 miles on Sunday. Now, how about some iced coffee?”

You thanked god that it wasn’t Sunday and then nodded to the coffee. Bruce helped you up but the muscles in your legs were screaming.

“If you didn’t want to walk, there are more fun ways to do that,” Bruce whispered in your ear.

You gave him a glare and he mouthed a ‘sorry’ as he helped you back to the car. Your favorite coffee place wasn’t that far from the park but Bruce knew better than to suggest walking. One in the car you blasted the A/C and drank all the water you brought in one sip. Once he parked the car in front of the coffee shop, he looked over at you and was going to ask if you wanted to come in with him but noticed how your face was inches away from the air conditioner. Bruce let out a small laugh and when to get you your coffee.

“Thank god this is over. I can’t do anymore,” you exclaimed between gasping for air. After another minute of having the A/C at full blast, you finally were able to cool down. Bruce came back to the car with a large iced coffee and his normal black coffee.

“I love you,” you sighed as you took the cold drink from your husband. You took one big sip and felt instantly better. Tim had to get his coffee addiction from someone.

Once you got back to the house, the boys were asking questions about how you did on the run and if you actually ran the whole time.

“I bet she didn’t even finish one mile,” Damian stated.

“I’d be surprised if she even got out of the car. Bruce’s workouts are crazy,” Jason said not even looking away from the screen where he is playing a video game.

You were too tired to scorn your son so you just sat at the counter and placed your hot face against the cold marble. Bruce and the boys were talking about bat stuff while you just sat there finishing your nice cold drink. Dick looked at his mother and then looked back at Bruce.

“Have you told her about the afternoon workout,” your eldest son tried to whisper so only his adoptive father would hear him but those words traveled to your ears?

“There's more,” you whined smashing your face into the counter.

Bruce shook his head at you and then threw away your empty coffee cup before carrying you upstairs for a shower. You let out a sigh and asked if the two of you were going downstairs. “No sweetheart, you need to take a shower.”

“Mr. Wayne are you saying I stink,” you asked slapping his chest.

“Yes, I am Mrs. Wayne. Dick has smelled better and he lived at a circus.”

Bruce carried you into the bedroom and placed you on the bed so he could start a bath. He came back from the bathroom to see you laying like a starfish on the bed. Bruce let out a small chuckle and walked over to take off your shoes.

“I can’t feel my legs. Do I still have legs,” you asked dramatically?

“You know what, I think you left them at the park,” he retorted as he helped you sit up and get undressed.

Once you were completely naked he picked you up and placed you in the warm water. He quickly got undressed and sat down behind you. This intimate moment made that torturous exercise worth it. He grabbed the shower head and wet your hair then got your shampoo. You let out a small moan as he started to massage the lavender scent into your hair. He then rinsed it out and continued giving you a bath.

After it was over he let the water drain but the two of you just sat in the tub til all the water was gone. As he was helping you out and wrapping you in a towel as you looked up at him.

“What,” he asked as he thought how he was the luckiest person in the universe because you loved him.

“Just reminding myself that I love you even though I might hate you after today,” you explained thinking about how he has more workouts.

“We don’t have to babe. I'll take the day off and we can do whatever you want.”

You shook your head and luckily you could feel your legs again so you went to grab some cute but cozy clothes for the rest of the day. Bruce put on a “causal” suit which you still make fun of him for.

“You know the world is not going to end if you wear a t-shirt and basketball shorts.”

“Clark would say differently. He would have it all over the Daily Planet,”

Bruce started walking out of the door so he wouldn’t hear you yell ‘he’s your bestie bruce he’s allowed to tease’

“Wait bruce,” you called after him but he didn’t stop walking.

The two of you walked into the bat cave and saw Tim sitting at the computer doing some research and stopped when he saw his parents.

“You live,” Tim said turning back to the screen.

“Bruce your kids are awful,” you said taking a seat next to Tim.

“Why are they my kids when they are being bad but yours the rest of the time,” he asked as he took off his jacket and dress shirt. “Come here”

“We don’t need another child in this house guys,” Tim shouted as he gave a gross shrug and ran from the cave.

You looked over at Bruce and gave him a questioning look asking if y’all were going to have some real fun. He shook his head and motioned for you to come to him. He grabbed two sets of hand wraps and began wrapping his hands then yours.

“I get to punch you,” you said enthusiastically as your husband shook his head. He walked around the punching bag and held it steady.

“Don't sound too excited, Mrs. Wayne.”

You planted your feet and started punching the bag. No matter how hard you punched, because of how strong bruce was, the bag barely moved. Your arms started to hurt after ten minutes. Not wanting to give up, you tried to give one more punch but your arms felt like noodles.

“I’m done. I’d much rather watch you,” you flirted as walking back to the chair you sat in earlier.

You just stared at your husband for the next thirty minutes. Even after being married for fifteen years the sight of him was just mesmerizing. The way his muscles moved and the small drips of sweat that were forming. You didn’t even realize that bruce was done with his workout til he was standing directly in front of you.

“(Y/n),” he gently shouted causing her to jump.

Bruce gave a laugh as he finished wiping the sweat off and got dressed. The smell of your body wash and his masculine scent distracted you. This man could make you feel like a love-sick teenager.

“Can we wait a minute, my arms still feel like noodles,” you whined?

“Yell babe we are done, for now,” Bruce said. “You can rest while I go to my meeting.”

You gave him a look telling him that you were going with him. He gave you a small smile because had hoped you were going to keep sticking by his side. With his actual job and his nightly duties, the two of you got little to no alone time. So he was all aboard having you with him all day.

But Bruce realized how much of a bad idea you attending the meeting with him was. He couldn’t stop gazing at you in wonder the entire time. It was his meeting but you commended the room, which wasn’t awful. He likes being able to relax after patrolling last night and his morning workout, which he may or may not have gone a little harder to show off to his gorgeous wife.

Bruce Wayne and (y/n) Wayne are a power couple and even though he is the CEO you were the boss around here. No one ever looked to Bruce after anything you said to get his approval or thoughts. Cause to be honest, if it wasn’t for you Wayne Enterprises would have crumbled to nothing.

After the meeting was over you and Bruce walked into his office for him to send some emails. You just admired the photos of your precious family that decorated almost every inch of his office. There was a picture of just you. It was from when you were getting ready for a gala but you had a head cold. The bastard snapped a picture of you after you sneezed and messed up your hair. In your opinion, you looked awful, but Bruce always said you could never look awful.

The next photo was right after the two of you adopted Dick. It was around Christmas, and Dick was missing his parents, rightly so, so your solution was for you and him to team up against Bruce in a snowball fight that he had no idea he was participating in. Dick had thrown a snowball at Bruce while he was in his office. Alfred took a picture of Bruce’s retaliation of chasing us outside and tackling you to the ground. Dick was trying to push your lug of a husband (boyfriend at the time) off of you.

There was a photo of you and Bruce on your wedding day with Dick as the best man. It was literally the best night of your life. It was taken during the first dance and Dick had walked up asking for a family dance.

Then there was a photo of Jason and Bruce. It was of them all gamer-ed out on the couch as Jason showed Bruce his favorite game. They are both wearing headsets and covered in a mountain of junk food. In the picture, it looks like Bruce was screaming because he was. Your grown-ass husband was yelling at possibly a child over some game. That poor kid had not idea that batman was yelling at him.

Next was a picture of you and Tim on the floor of a gala. Tim really wanted to attend but also still had some homework to do so you two made a deal. He got to go to the gala but he had to make sure is homework was done by morning. Instead of getting it done before the event, Tim decided to bring the books with him so he could do it there. So there you were down on the floor in your designer dress helping or trying to help Tim with math. Let's just say that was the last time that kid needed your help in school. Clark has actually taken the photo and given it to the two of you for your anniversary.

Right next to that one was a pic of you Damian and Bruce. Out of context, it doesn’t look like a great photo. It was of you scorning Damian for “Liberating” as he would put it the shark from the Gotham zoo and somehow putting it in the pool without letting anyone know. The only reason you found out was when you lived that childhood fear of there being a shark in the pool. At the time it wasn’t funny but looking at it now and if it wasn’t you who found Finn you would have been laughing along with your other kids.

The last and possibly your favorite photo is of a rare occurrence. Everyone is all together and not fighting. It was Bruce’s birthday maybe last year. Everyone gathered around Bruce as he was about to blow out his candles. He has just delivered a cheesy line of “I have everything I could ever wish for” which you did not like the line so you may have shoved his face into the cake as the timer for the camera went off.

“Do you know which one is my favorite”, Bruce asked you snapping you out of the little world you were just in.

“The one from your birthday,” you asked.

“No, this one” he replied grabbing a frame that was behind him. It was of you and him on your first date. He had taken you to dinner and then oddly enough to the Gotham city fair. You had gotten a bunch of looks. Not only cause you were there with Bruce Wayne but also because you guys were in a nice ass suit and a floor-length dress walking around the muddy ground. You held up the bottom of your dress so it wouldn’t touch the mud but after a while, it got aggravating having to hold it up all night so Bruce have you a piggyback ride. Some paparazzi had gotten news that Bruce Wayne was on a date at the fair. That’s how Bruce had a framed photo of you on his back in a fancy dress kissing his cheek after he won you a crappy green bear, which you still have.

“And why is this one your favorite Mr. Wayne,” you asked walking to grab the photo out of his hand.

“Cause it captures the exact moment I fell for you and knew that I was going to make you Mrs. Wayne.”

“You knew on our first date you wanted to marry me,” you asked in a doubtful tone.

“Yes, told Alfred and I went out to buy that ring the next day.” He assured looking down at the rings on your hand

“Wow and all I knew after that first date is that you had a nice ass and suck at ring toss,” you replied placing the photo down and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you, Mrs. Wayne.”

“I love you too, Mr. Wayne.”

After giving him a quick peck on the lips you asked him what else he had to do today. Bruce informed you how he cleared his schedule and all he needs to do I finish his workout.

“There’s more. I nearly died this morning.”

“It's nothing crazy just 30-minute circuit training and an hour of strength conditioning after lunch then sparing after dinner.”

Pushing aside how you will be dying by the end of the day, brunch sounded might be good right now. So the two of you headed to a quaint little restaurant that was serving brunch with bottomless mimosas, which is without question the only way to have brunch.

Bruce had ordered a bit of everything. He said something about needing the nutrients for the workout this morning and future ones. But all you really heard was lots of food and you were all on board. There were fruit and pancakes and omelets and eggs Benedict, grits, hash-browns, and toast. All that food and the 6 glasses of mimosas you have left you feeling pretty great.

Since you didn’t have anything to do today, you guys just stayed in each other's company at the manor. Occasionally a kid would come into your office, where you stayed, and needed help or just wanted to talk. But for the most part, he sat on the couch in the room and you laid between Bruce’s legs and rested your back against his chest as he read to you. It helped with the slight headache you had gotten.

The sound of his voice and the 6 mimosas lulled you to sleep. But your sleep was interrupted but the sound of a light knock on the door. Alfred poked his head in letting Bruce know that lunch was ready and the kids were waiting. Lunch with all of your boys was definitely making this day the best day ever. Alfred left and Bruce placed a kiss on your temple to fully wake you up.

Lunch was a simple spaghetti and meatballs. And luckily there was no fight so no food was thrown, it was just a normal family lunch. Dick had come home during his lunch break. Tim was finished with classes for the day. Damian was off today and Jason was here taking a break from his training and the outlaws. After everyone talked about their day and questioned if I was still going to do Bruce’s workout too, we all carried on with our day.

You followed bruce to the bat cave to start his afternoon workout. Which was 30 minutes of circuit training: squat jumps, jump rope, crunches, and pushups; and an hour of strength conditioning: deadlifts, dumbbells, hip thrusts, and chest presses. It wasn’t too crazy.

Now when Bruce is wearing a suit he is breathtaking, but there was something about seeing him in sweatpants. His workout clothes earlier were black compression pants, which left nothing to the imagination, but no matter what Bruce in sweats was your favorite look. Just seeing him in relaxing clothes lets you imagine that this man takes breaks and relaxes.

Bruce grabbed two jump ropes and tossed one over to you. You smirked at him and you took a handle in each hand.

“If I had known jumping rope is exercise I would have done it all day long.”

“Do 20 then rest for a minute then repeat,” he said giving a smile.

You did as he instructed and the two of you would occasionally look up at each other. Bruce was doing 50 and then resting so the rest periods were different. He was resting while you decided to show off your jump rope skill and was hopping on one leg, then did a crisscross. Bruce threw his rope down and laughed at you.

“I married a master jump roper,” he joked as he grabbed your face and kissed you.

“That you did, and you're good at things too,” you jokingly replied.

He shook his head as he walked over to a square plush-like from the gymnastic mat. Bruce was demonstrating what the next exercise was. You were instructed to do a simple squat jump while Bruce would jump upon the square. You both were doing 4 reps of 15. After the second rep, you were getting tired and sweating.

“Now I know how you get your ass to look so good,” you joked as you objectified your husband.

He jumped off the square and looked at you. “Funny, the riddler was asking about my ass last night.”

“Ha, I don’t see why the kids don’t think you have a sense of humor,” you stated as you continued your workout.

“They are just evil little things,” he stated.

You laughed as the two of you fell back into the comfortable silence of working out in each other presence. You both quickly finished and you collapsed to the floor. Bruce stood in front of you and waited for you to catch your breath.

“I'm going to need help up. My legs are angry at me,” you informed him as you held your hand out for him.

“You don’t need to get up for the next thing. It requires you on your back. Just how I like you,” he joked slapping your hands away.

“Oh god. I'm going to be sick,” Jason cried as he walked into the cave. “My poor innocent ear.”

You and Bruce both looked toward your son and let out a laugh. “Moments like these make me wish I was still dead,” Jason joked. “I'm joking mom,” he quickly said noticing the look on your face. “Just please for the love of god. Make sure the room is clear before your guys do that,” he pleaded giving a shiver showing his disgust.

Once he left Bruce knelt before you and held your feet down. 30 simple sit-ups. That was your goal. You got to 15 before you stopped being able to get up the entire way.

“Come on babe you got this,” Bruce encouraged.

You needed a minute to rest before you finished. While you lay there, Bruce decided to lie next to you.

“What do you want to do when we are finished,” he asked grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“I do need to find an outfit for that work thingy you have next month and (bff name)’s birthday is next week I need to find something for them. You up for a shopping trip sugar daddy,” you jokingly asked him.

“Ew, ew just ew mom,” Dick cried out as he stood next to the two of you.

“Why do your kids keep interrupting our day,” Bruce asked placing his arm over his eyes.

“Because we live here too. Also, I was just checking up on y’all cause Jason looked like he was scared of something. And I saw the two of you on the ground and thought mom died from the excessive workout and Bruce had a heart attack,” your oldest stated checking your pulse. “But you are both alive and disgustingly in love. So I’m going back to work.”

“Now all we need is for Damien to interrupt us,” you said looking over at your husband.

“He’s probably avoiding us, trying to hide another animal he is smuggling into the house.”

You smacked his stomach to shut him up from his stupid suggestion and to tell him you're ready. You were doing your sit-ups when you really thought of what Bruce said.

“You don’t think Damien would,” you asked.

“After Finn, he wouldn’t bring anything big. Maybe another dog or a goat or a chicken.”

You shook your head deciding to deal with whatever Damien was doing tomorrow. Once you finished your 30 sit-ups you and Bruce switched positions. You help his feet down as he did his 100 sit-ups. Those abs didn’t magically appear overnight.

While he was doing his workout, the two of you talked about everything a nothing. You asked him about bat stuff and he asked about (bff name) wondering what she was up to lately. Every once in a while when Bruce sat up you would give him a quick kiss which brought a smile to his face. It really was like you guys were lovestruck teenagers. Other relationships’ honeymoon phase ended after a couple months maybe a year but for the Wayne’s the phase was still happening. There were periods where you hated him or were so angry you thought you hated him but mostly you were head over heels in love with him.

After Bruce finished his sit-ups, he helped out get in the proper pushup position and the two of you were there side by side working out. Although he was going faster than you and was able to do more than 5 but together. After you decided to give up he asked you to lay on his back so he had more weight. For a couple, you rested your head on your hands and asked what kind of dress you should get for the Wayne enterprise function, to which he answered ‘you look amazing in everything’. Then you just laid your head between his shoulder blades and absorbed his warmth and sweat. But after a while, you go bored so you decided to start kissing his neck.

“Babe, you're distracting me,” he said slowing down his push-ups.

“What, me, distracting, never,” you feigned innocence as you continued to kiss his neck.

“Oh yeah what was I thinking,” he chuckled as he picked up the pace.

Once he was finished, you got off of him and the two of you walked to where all the weights were. He stood in front of the big one you’ve seen people deadlift on tv. He was showing you the proper stance so you don’t hurt yourself.

“You know what Bruce. I'm good over here with the little weights that’s all you,” you said picking up a 10-pound dumbbell and doing some biceps curls and lateral lifts and lunges with them.

For the next hour, you and bruce finished the workout. He would occasionally have to show you what to do like with the hip thrust and he would help you with the chest press but for the most part, you could do it without his help. Once y’all were finished you went back up to your room for yet another shower.

Bruce decided to join you in the shower stating it saved water and it was quicker so you could get more shopping done. But his explanation was a lie when his hands lingered a little too long on your waist.

“Christ Bruce how can you do that much for a workout and still have the energy for sex,” you asked slapping his hand away.

“Have you seen my wife? I could be in a coma but wake up in a second to your touch. You. Are. Intoxicating,” he said kissing your neck with each word.

He turned you around and pulled you against his chest. He put some of your body wash on his hands and started washing your body. His hands got lower and lower till his right hand stopped between your legs and his left went back to your left boob.

“Bruce,” you gasped once he inserted two fingers into your wet pussy.

You brought your hands to his hair and pulled him closer to you. His mouth lowered to your neck and he began biting and kissing you. The warm feeling in your lower stomach got too much so you turned to face your husband. You grabbed his face and just looked at him for a second before you pulled him towards you. The moment your lips touched he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed you against the shower wall and let his hands roam over your body. You let out a whimper when Bruce pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“As much as I want to babe, the last time we did this it ended with an awkward hospital visit, traumatized kids, and a very embarrassing news story,” he said kissing your nose.

“What’s the point of those muscles then,” you whined slapping his biceps.

“It wasn’t my fault, klutz,” he replied gently putting you down and stepping out of the shower.

After he turned the shower off, he grabbed your towel and wrapped you in it. The two of you walked to your shared closet. Instead of getting dressed, you walked to his side and ran your fingers over all of his clothes. He walked over to his drawer to grab a pair of under where when he noticed you looking at him with a big smile.

“How much do you love me,” you asked him.

“Seeing how you want me to do something and based on that smile it’s going to be something I won’t like, not at all. I hate you,” he replied gently shoving you to the side so he could grab some clothes.

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. “I promise it won’t be terrible. I just wanna pick your clothes for the mall.”

“Why would I let you do that,” he asked grabbing a dress shirt.

“Because you love me.”

“Actually I just said I didn’t,” he said getting free from your grasp and putting the shirt on.

You stood behind him completely quiet causing him to turn and look at you. He let out a sign when he noticed your pout. Bruce shook his head and scoffed as he buttoned the shirt up.

“That doesn’t work on me. Your the weak one between us,” he teased as he kissed your head.

“I am not,” you exclaimed, “you are a freaking teddy bear when it comes to the kids.”

“Which one of us helped Damien sneak the tiger into his room,” he asked dropping his towel and going to grab dress pants.

“He said they were hurting the tiger. And he had a very sad look on his face,” you replied grabbing your underwear and grabbing a pair of jeans.

“The tiger or your son,” he asked wrapping his arms around you.

“Both,” you replied turning to face your half-naked husband. You ran your hands under his shirt and over the elastic of his boxer briefs. His breath caught when one of your fingers slipped below the elastic.

“Is this you trying to convince me to be your dress-up doll,” he asked grabbing your wrist before your hand slipped lower.

“No either I pick your clothes for the mall or I file for a divorce.”

“Under what pretense?”

“My husband doesn’t love me.”

“Because I don’t want you to make me wear something stupid?”

“Yes, now which one will it be Mr. Wayne?”

“Tough choice,” he pondered as he let your hand go and took a seat on the bench in the closet.

You stood there with your hands on your hips while your husband was thinking over which sounded more preferable: your outfit choice or a divorce. After a few minutes passed you noticed he was just staring you up and down.

“Bruce are you thinking or ogling me,” you asked shocked grabbing a robe to cover yourself.

“I have never ogled,” he replied as soon as you were no longer standing in front of him in your underwear.

Bruce got up and walked over to you. He took the strings for the robe and pulled it so you were exposed to him again. His right hand fell to your waist as his left hand grabbed the back of your neck. “Pick out an outfit and please for the love of god don’t make me regret this.” He firmly pressed his lips against yours and pushed the robe off your body causing it to fall to the floor.

“Bruce,” you exclaimed once he pulled back.

“Maybe we should move and not tell the kids or Alfred and you just wear this or nothing all around the house,” he suggested pushing you back til your back hit the shelves.

“Jesus Bruce,” you exclaimed as he pressed his hips against you. You pushed him off you and went to grab Bruce a pair of jeans and a shirt. You left him to get dressed and just put on your jean when you heard your husband let out a loud laugh. You turned around and put an innocent smile on your face.

“Really (y/n),” he asked holding the shirt up. It was a black shirt that had “I’m a grown man and I do what my wife wants” in white text with the word “I want” crossed out.

“That’s a nice shirt honey,” you feign innocent as you button up your white shirt.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he said putting it on bringing a huge smile to your face.

“So no divorce,” you asked wrapping your arms around his waist.

“No not today, maybe the next time you try to cook me food,” he laughed remembering the time you cooked and gave him food poisoning.

You pulled yourself from him and put on some boots and grabbed a black blazer. Bruce was still getting ready so you kissed his cheek and told him you were going to wait for him downstairs. Tim was sitting on the couch reading so you decided to spend a couple of minutes with your son.

“Hey Timmy,” you said sitting next to him and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Hey mom, how has your day with dad been,” he asked putting his book down.

“Im alive, why didn’t you tell me this is what I was getting myself into,” you asked resting your head on his shoulder.

He let out a laugh and the two of you just talked about yall’s day. Tim talked about his class and the things he learned. He was explaining to you some science thing maybe chem or bio when Bruce walked into the living room. The shirt he was wearing looked too small around his arms cause the fabric was pulled tight. He was saying something but you tuned it out when he put on his leather jacket.

“Mom,” Tim called next to you.

“Yeah,” you answered coming back from reality and realizing how much of a bad idea that shirt is.

“Can you stop at the tech store and get me something,” he asked writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to you.

You put the paper in your purse and walked over to your husband who was waiting by the door with his keys. This was going to be extremely difficult for two reasons: Bruce is wearing regular clothes and it's a rarity and he’s in a damn leather jacket. It brings back memories of his “playboy” era. Not that you really experience his fuck boy narcissistic era. Bruce won’t admit it but he just couldn’t act that way around you. He knew it would be difficult but from the moment he saw you he wanted you.

Bruce led you to the car but slapped your hand away when you tried to open the door for yourself. He looked you dead in the eyes then opened the door for you.

“Seriously, you didn’t do this morning,” you asked him as you got into the car.

“That’s because it was too early to be a gentleman. The work hours are 9am-10pm maybe later if you're drunk,” he said bending down to place a kiss on your temple before closing the door.

“Oh good so romance isn’t dead it just has some off days, oh wait you don’t know what an off day is,” you teased when your husband got into the car.

In retaliation, Bruce grabbed your thigh and gave it a tight squeeze. You slapped his hand when it started to hurt and pinched his biceps. Your husband’s hand remained on your thigh til you grabbed it like you rather hold his hand, which he happily obliged. Bruce started the car and started off towards the mall. Every once in a while, he looked over at you and have you a loving squeeze. The entire drive you drew little symbols on your husband's hand and he would occasionally give you more squeezes as the two of you listened to whatever was on the radio. The was no talking about the family or bat work just you two. It was kinda like how it was before the kids and getting married.

When Bruce pulled into the mall parking lot, you tried to open the door but it suddenly locked. So you just sat there til he got out and walked around to open your door. As the two of you walked inside the mall you took a deep breath to prepare for what was to come. Even before you married the Bruce Wayne the media followed you and people would invade your privacy. It got worse after you said ‘I do’ but it also became a norm.

You noticed as soon as you stepped foot on those polished floors people started taking your picture. Sensing your discomfort Bruce pulled you closer to him and bent down to whisper in your ear.

“We can go home,” he suggested.

“No Tim needs something and I want to see if I can find a dress. I'm fine promise,” you replied giving him a brief kiss on his cheek thanking him for his comfort.

You decided to get Tim’s thing first. The two of you walked into the tech store and you pulled out the note and handed it to a worker. You explained how you don’t know tech things and your son wrote what he needed and after a solid minute of the worker just staring at your husband he went to get the things that you required.

“Wayne industries makes half this stuff in our tech division he could have come to me,” Bruce said picking up something and turning it over.

“Calm down Brucey, you know Tim he just probably wanted the good stuff,” you teased hoping to get him out of his slight funk.

“Why did I marry you,” he asked as he placed the device down and turned to look at you.

“Because I tricked you so I can get your money,” you replied slapping his butt where his wallet was.

He left out a laugh and pulled you to him. You were busy looking your loving husband in the eyes to notice the employee came back with a bag.

“Here you go Mrs. Wayne,” he handed you the bag as Bruce handed him his card.

“You got everything on the list,” you asked as you looked through the bag even though you had no idea what any of this stuff is.

“No, we don’t have the last one, sorry,” he replied nervously holding the list out.

Bruce took the list and looked it over then shoved it in his back pocket. “No problem. Thank you…,” bruce replied looking at his name tag. “Ty.”

“You just made his day,” you laughed handing your husband/bag holder the bag.

“What do you mean,” he asked giving everything in the bag a once over.

“He fanboying over you,” you said tipping your head over to Ty who was checking you out and excitingly talking to another employee and pointing over to your husband.

“Yeah he’s more excited to see me than my wife is,” he replied pulling you into his arms.

“Yeah well, he doesn’t have to deal with your snoring.”

Before Bruce could reply the employee came back with the card. Bruce gave him a hundred-dollar bill to show his appreciation before he took your hand and the two of you walked out of the store and headed to the dress shop. There was a dress you noticed in the window and pulled Bruce in so you could try it on.

“It sparkles,” you said grabbing the floor-length blue glittery dress off the rack and walking to the back to try it on.

Bruce sat in one of the chairs outside the dressing room and waited for you to put the dress on. “I hope you know I’m not wearing glitter if you get that dress.”

“But you would look so pretty in glitter. It would bring out your sparkling personality.”

“Over my bead body.”

“That can be arranged,” you said stepping out and twirling in the dress.

“Wow honey,” bruce said getting up and walking over to you. He turned you towards the mirror and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You look amazing, I wonder how practical this dress is.” His hands went lower and lifted the dress slowly while staring at you in the mirror.

“Bruce Wayne, stop,” you pushed him back. You looked him over and noticed how there were blue glitter on his shirt. “Oh no it spreads,” you laughed trying to get the glitter off your husband.

“Well, we weren’t going to get it any. It doesn’t have easy access,” he said turning you away from him and unzipping you.

“Ok you go pick out a dress,” you said holding the dress to your chest and turning to look at him again.

As you were getting out of the dress and putting it back on the hangers when a black dress was thrown over the door along with a red one. You pulled the red one and saw that it had a huge slit, low front, and very low back. After you put it on and looked in the mirror, you realized your husband has good taste. You felt drop-dead gorgeous in this dress. There was a slight knock at the door.

“Let me see babe,” Bruce whispered.

You stepped out and did another twirl. You heard Bruce mutter a fuck under his breath as he walked towards you again. One of his hands went to your waist and the other was against the dressing room door right next to your head.

“No,” he said looking you up and down.

“Why no,” you asked pushing him back and looking in the mirror again.

“Cause we would never leave the bedroom. I'm 2 seconds away from tearing that dress off you right now,” he was coming up behind you and running his fingers over your exposed back.

“Fine, I’ll try the black one,” you stated going back to the dressing room.

Switching the red dress out for the black you decided you wanted to just get Bruce’s opinion of the dress first before you looked at yourself. You stepped out and Bruce looked up from his phone and just stared at you.

“Damn, you look stunning,” he said putting his phone in his jacket pocket. “Even if you don’t wear this to the gala we are getting this.”

“And what Bruce I wear it around the house,” you asked in a teasing manner.

“Absolutely, I think Damien has a parent-teacher conference coming up soon,” he thought pulling you into his arms.

You playfully slapped him at the thought of showing up to your son's school in a ball gown. Spinning around in his arms you finally took a look at yourself in the mirror and you realized how right your husband was. It was a strapless dress with a cut-out on the waist. There was a slit that came to mid-thigh and it was covered in little rhinestones.

“Unzip me,” you asked looking back.

Bruce let his finger stroke your back as he unzipped you. You left him hot and heavy when you quickly walked into the dressing room again to change into your regular clothes. After 5 minutes you walked back out and saw Bruce was looking at the heels.

“Did you need new shoes too,” he asked holding a scrappy gold heel.

“No we both know I take them off as soon as we get inside. It’s a waste,” you said grabbing the heel and putting it back on the shelf.

You walked over to the counter and placed both the red and black dress down. Bruce looked at you then the red dress he said you couldn’t wear to the gala.

“And when do you think you are going to wear that Mrs. Wayne,” he whispered in your ear as the lady at the register was checking you out.

“Why do you want to know Mr. Wayne,” you asked grabbing your wallet to hand money over to the store clerk.

“So I can clear my schedule and give Alfred the day off and make sure I kick the kids out,” he mumbled against your neck. He pulled away when the store clerk cleared her throat.

The lady handed you back your card and the receipt. You gave her a small smile apologizing for your behavior and Bruce grabbed the dresses before the two of you walked out. You were on your way out of the mall when something caught your eye at the baby store.

“Omg, Bruce look,” you exclaimed taking his hand and pulling him to the window.

The baby store in question had a little section for the justice league. There were onesies with all the symbols. Some towels had the cowls as hoodies. There were booties and bibs.

“I told you about this stuff months ago,” he laughed at your excitement over the clothes.

“I do not remember that, you must have told your other wife…. Clark,” you joked slapping his biceps. “I wanna look.”

You ran inside to get a closer look at all of the adorable baby clothes. While you loved your kids and adore their birthparents (sometimes) for raising them, you wished you have gotten the boys when they were babies. The amount of embarrassing baby photos would be astronomical.

“Is there something you want to tell me,” your husband asked when he found you holding up a batman onesie with a cape and a flash onesie with little lighting bolts on the booties?

“No,” you told him tossing them both to him when you saw teething toys.

There was a baterrang, a lightning bolt, Diana’s shield, and a little thing of kryptonite. Bruce smiled at the look in your eyes over all the little things he approved to be made. He noticed how you were heading over to the stuffed animal.

“Ok, time to go,” he said grabbing her arm and pulling her from the store.

“But I need to look at the plushy martian manhunter,” you whined trying to escape his grasp.

“No you don’t,” he adjusting the shopping bags before he tossed you over his shoulder.

“Bruce,” you whined as he carried you out of the mall like a sack of potatoes.

As you pass people you could see them whispering and taking pictures of the two of you. “You know this is going to be on the cover of the tabloids tomorrow,” you scorned him as you pinched his sides.

“It better be my ass and not yours,” he responded with a bit of an angered tone. You could hear the stares he was giving to the people who were trying to take pictures.

“Well, it will be your fault my ass is front page news.”

Bruce finally put you down but still held your hand tightly so you wouldn’t run off. “What would you do with a stuffed superman,” he asked you as he opened the doors to exit the mall.

“Give it to our kid,” you said in a matter-of-fact-tone.

“They would happily take it just to annoy me,” he responded.

“In not talking about them.”

“Wait are you,” bruce asked stopping in the middle of the parking lot.

“No, bruce I was joking,” you said kissing his cheek.

“Thank god. I don’t think we could handle another kid. I'm at my wits end with Damien,” he said snapping back to reality.

Once you got to the car bruce opened the trunk to put the bags in there and opened your door. “Why cause he took the pig to school,” you asked after he got in the car.

“No, because he attacked a kid for trying to feed said pig bacon,” bruce said resting his head against the headrest and letting out a sigh.

“He what,” you exclaimed. “He told me about the pig, not the attack.”

“Of course, he didn’t,” he laughed. “I wondered why you didn’t bring it up.”

After the car ride home, you debated yelling at Damien but decided against it when you heard the boys fighting in the living room. You walked in and saw there were wrestling for the remote.

“They haven’t seen us yet, we can slowly back away and pretend we were never here,” you whispered trying to escape what was bound to be something only you could solve.

“Have I told you how much of a genius you are,” he laughed agreeing with your plan.

“Mom,” you heard Jason yell shattering your plans. “Tim won’t give me the remote.”

“I was watching that,” Tim yelled.

“Well it was boring and Dick and I want to watch the game,” Jason yelled back.

You let out a sigh and placed your purse on the table behind the couch. Sometimes you hated how much of a momma’s boy they were.

“I want to watch the new animal documentary on Netflix,” Damien said snatching the remote from Tim.

“No please they always show a dead animal and I don’t feel like crying tonight,” Dick whined laying out on the floor like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

“Who had the remote first,” you asked.

“I did,” they all yelled followed by a “liar”

“I was here first,” Tim yelled.

“I was born first,” Dick yelled.

“I'm the favorite,” Jason yelled.

“Yeah well, I actually live here. You two have your own apartment but for some reason are always here,” Damien yelled at Dick and Jason. “And you are supposed to be in your dorm room,” he yelled at Tim. “So I get the remote for being the only one who is supposed to be here.”

“Damien, this is your brother’s home too. Just because they moved out doesn’t mean they are unwelcome. Jason, I have no favorites,” you said grabbing the remote from Damien. “Also why didn’t you tell me about the fight over the pig,” you asked looking at him.

“You told her,” Damien exclaimed turning to his father.

“You were supposed to,” Bruce exclaimed back.

“No animal documentary, Jason, Dick we have more rooms with bigger tvs go find one. Tim what were you watching.”

“It was a live video of the growth of fungus,” Jason said.

You looked over to Tim who just sign and nodded his head agreeing with Jason’s description. Bruce kissed the top of your head handing you the bag for Tim and said he was going to put your dresses away.

“They had everything,” Tim asked grabbing the bag and looking in it.

“They didn’t have one thing I can’t remember which one,” you said smiling at his excitement over whatever he was doing.

“We have some at Wayne industries, I’ll grab one when I go to work tomorrow,” Bruce said looking at Tim.

“Thanks, dad, thanks mom,” he said running up to his room forgetting his fight over the remote.

“So we get the tv,” Dick asked sitting up.

“No, I want to watch the cheesiest stupidest rom-com ever created. And this is my house so I get the tv,” you told him turning on the Hallmark channel.

“Technically this is father’s house,” Damien said next to you.

“Please Bruce is whipped. What mom says goes,” Jason said sitting next to you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Plus I’m sure he is scared of her.”

“Who is scared of whom,” Bruce asked walking back into the room.

“Are you scared of mother,” Damien asked him.

“Of course not,” he said looking lovingly into your eyes. As soon as you turned away you saw Dick laugh. Bruce was probably nodding his head.

“Is that why you always listen to me,” you asked your loving husband.

“No I listen because I love you and if I don’t you won’t have ,” bruce started to say.

“Gross guys why can’t you guys be like the statistics had to be divorced and hate each other. We wouldn’t need so much therapy from hearing about your sex life,” Jason complained as he fake-gagged.

“We scar you because we love you,” you joked pulling Jason into a tight hug.

“Please love me less.”

“Never, now go watch your game,” you told him messing up his hair before pushing him off the couch.

“Whose playing today,” Bruce asked taking Jason’s spot.

“Knights and Sharks,” Dick said standing up and wiping the lint off his pants.

Bruce grabbed the remote from you and put the game on. Jason and Dick smiled at the anger on your face as you looked at your husband.

“I was watching that,” you said trying to get the remote back.

“I can tell you how it ended. She falls from him. He finds out she was lying. She goes back to the big city and is almost fired cause she is too heartbroken. He realizes he loves her and misses her. He waits for her outside her work and professes his love and forgives her. And they live happily ever after,” Bruce said keeping the remote out of her reach.

“He the big city person. So no you don’t know how it ends,” you replied sticking your tongue out.

While they watched the game you played on your phone. They would occasionally bother you when they yelled at the tv but for the most part, you enjoyed this normal family time. Halfway through the 4th quarter, Alfred announced that dinner was ready. While you got up to let Tim know, Dick, Jason, and Bruce stayed glued to the tv. Damien was already sitting at the table with Ace’s head resting on his lap.

“If you do not get to the table now you will not be eating dinner,” Alfred announced.

The boys turned and looked at Alfred when the threat left his mouth. You laughed at the look on Jason’s face while he looked at Alfred and then back to the screen that said 5 minutes left.

“Al, let them finish the game besides I’d rather have dinner with my favorite,” you said walking into the dining room.

“I thought you didn’t have favorites,” Dick yelled after you.

“Which one of us is it mother,” Damion asked shoving food in his mouth.

“Alfred,” you smiled at your son. “He’s the only one that doesn’t make me want to rip my hair out.

You sat at the table but waited til everyone was seated to start eating. They came in 10 minutes later in a good mood. Your husband kissed your temple as he passed by you to get to his seat. It wasn’t often that everyone was sitting at the dinner table. You just sat there and watched your boys talk and joke around. After a few minutes, your hunger took over your motherly need to watch over your boys.

“Delicious as always, Al,” you said after taking a bite.

“Are you going to spare with us mother,” Damien asked.

“Yes, I will,” you said shoving a big bite of salad in your mouth.

“Is that wise?” Tim asked.

“It's just light sparing right?”

“Bruce doesn’t know the meaning of light,” Jason said giving you a worried look. “You might get hurt.”

“I can handle myself boys,” you assured them.

“Will I get grounded if I accidentally hurt you,” Dick asked?

“One, of course not. Two, you are too old for me to ground, Richard.”

“My government name. I thought you loved me, mom,” Dick whined laying his head down.

You got up and went to go give your oldest baby a hug. Once he stopped being dramatic, you left to go get dressed and warm up. You were stretching when they came into the cave ready to spare.

“I'd rather not go against mom, it's too weird,” Tim said as soon as he walked in.

“Scared she’s going to beat you, Todd,” Damien teased.

“I'd pay to watch mom kick your ass,” Jason laughed slapping his back.

“Enough, spare like normal,” Bruce said grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side. “Keep your feet shoulder length apart, and tighten your core.”

“Bruce I know what I’m doing,” you replied bouncing on your heels.

While Tim was fighting Damien and Jason was fighting Dick, you and bruce just walked around in circles. You would throw a punch or try to kick but he was easy to block it. You were working up a sweat while he just stood there and took everything.

“Babe, come on,” you exclaimed tired of his inaction.

“Is it so wrong that I don’t want to attack my wife,” he asked with a joking smile.

“You think I can’t do this,” you asked slightly shocked at his disbelief in you.

“Of course, you can,” he replied.

“Then punch me, Wayne.”

Bruce threw a punch but you sidestepped grabbing his wrist and flipping him onto his back. The room suddenly fell very quiet. The boys stopped fighting and they just stared at you standing over bruce. You held your hand out to help him up.

“I told you I can handle myself,” you said as you pulled him up. “So maybe don’t pull your punches.”

Bruce threw another punch this time a bit faster but you were still able to avoid the blow. You crouched down and punched him in the right kidney. As soon as he doubled over, you placed your foot on his hip and pushed him over. This time he got up faster and gave you a big smile.

“Ok not bad.”

“Not bad, she put you on your ass twice in 5 minutes. How,” Jason asked laughing.

“When I first got to Gotham I took self-defense lessons.”

Bruce took a step towards you and faked that he was going to throw a punch but instead he sweep his leg and knocked you on your ass. He knelt down next to you to make sure you were okay.

“Shit are you okay.”

“Just because I don’t were spandex and go out with you guys every night doesn’t mean that I'm fragile,” you scorned as you held your hand out. “Now let’s continue.”

Bruce helped you up and the two of you circled each other. The boys gave up on sparing and just watched. You threw a punch but bruce avoided it as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. Your back was pressed against his chest and his other arm had you in a light choke hold.

“You got a whole lot hotter Mrs. Wayne,” bruce whispered in your ear.

“Why because I can kick your ass.”

“Yes.”

“Is that why you spend all your free time with the joker. Do I have competition?”

You put your left leg between his and put your other hand over his arm around you. You sweep your leg forwards to get him off balance and pulled his arm off you. Since he was still gripping your wrist you moved to his side and flipped him over. Instead of landing on his face, Bruce landed on his knees as if he was doing a superhero landing.

“20 bucks on mom,” Jason called out.

“Father has years of training. My money is on him,” Damien said.

“Have anyone of you knocked Bruce down. Mom’s secretly a badass,” Tim said taking a seat.

“I’ve trained with Bruce for years. I’ve gotten some good hits but never won. Mom’s getting lucky but I’m with Damien on this,” Dick said.

“Trying to focus guys,” you yelled dodging another punch.

You and Bruce continued to throw punched and dodge them. You occasionally got some good hits on him and he hit your stomach once or twice but never too hard. The two of you kept going at it for about ten minutes. Your breathing started to get heavy but your husband was still springy.

“Are you trying to kill me,” you asked trying to catch your breath.

“And raise these kids by myself,” he asked looking at you and then the kids. “No."

“You got the mom,” Dick cheered you on.

“Wait so you are going to cheer me on but think your father is going to win,” you asked turning towards your eldest son.

“He’s more likely to win but I think you're doing great,” he replied with thumbs up.

Since you were distracted you didn’t notice Bruce grab your waist and threw you over his shoulder so you were hanging upside down. Your face was in the middle of his back so you did the only logical thing you could do. You bit him.

“Ow,” he exclaimed dropping you. “You bit me.”

You landed on our back but quickly got up to face your slightly mad husband.

“I was distracted by our son.”

“You bit me like some feral animal.”

You gave him a big smile before you threw another punch he quickly dodged and threw his own hitting your chin. You stumbled back trying to steady yourself.

“Damn,” you heard one of your kids say.

“That looks like it hurt,” another kid stated.

“Shit are you okay,” Bruce asked grabbing your face and looking at where he hit you.

“How bad,” you asked moving your chin around to test out the pain.

You flinched a bit when he pressed firmly on your chin.

“It's going to bruise,” he said gently rubbing over it.

“Well don’t piss me off or I will ruin your image,” you replied with a smile trying to make everyone calm down.

You pushed him off you and got ready to continue but your husband just stood there. He was hesitant to continue and his stomach churned at the sight of the redness on your chin. You walked over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek letting him know you were okay before you swept his leg out from under him and caused him to fall hard on his back.

You were staring down at him laughing at his shocked expression when he wrapped his legs around your ankle knocking you down. He pinned your arms above your head and straddled you.

“I'm being a concerned husband and your a conniving little witch,” he said staring at you once again making sure you were okay.

You gave him a smile before pressing your lips against his. You felt him relax into the kid before your used all your strength to push him to his back so you were straddling him. This time you pinned his arms by his head.

Even though he could easily get you off him, he just let you keep him pinned. Jason knelt next to you and slapped his hand on the floor three times before yelling pinned. You tried to get up but Bruce firmly placed his hands on your hips and kept you from moving.

“what are you doing,” you said sitting up and slapping his hand.

“You really shouldn’t move,” he said with a deeper tone drawing your attention to his growing boner.

“Oh god I’m done,” Jason shivered as he stood up. “Thank you for the trauma. Love you mom. Take some Tylenol,” he said before leaving the room.

“Why did jay,” dick started to ask before he looked back at you. “Oh…Oh…Ew. Come on guy Im never coming home again. And I’m taking the kids.”

Dick pulled Tim and Damien out of the cave leaving the two of you alone. Bruce help your hip tight as he sat up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him along his jawline.

“Mr. Wayne do you need help with that,” you asked with a small laugh as you moved your hips.

“If you don’t stop Mrs. Wayne, I’m going to take you right here,” he said pressing you close to him.

“We should probably take this upstairs. Even you don’t have enough money for their therapy if they catch us.”

He let out a laugh before kissing your neck. His hands moved from your hips to your ass as he stood up while still holding on to you. Once he was on his feet you wrapped your legs around his waist and started kissing and sucking his neck as he carried you upstairs. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, bruce tossed you on the bed. He quickly took his shirt off before climbing going to the bed and kissing every inch of you before meeting your eyes.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered as he kissed your chin.

“I'm fine bruce,” you assured him as you forced him to look you in the eyes. “It was an accident. Right?”

“Of course,” he said with a serious look on his face.

“Just making sure we weren’t holding a grudge from me preferring the superman doll over the batman doll,” you joked gently stroking his face trying to get the serious look off it.

“I wouldn’t punch you, I would ask for a divorce,” he smiled kissing the inside of your palm.

“Are you,” you asked running your hands down his back.

“Not yet,” he said slowly lifting your shirt up.

“Good.”

He helped you take your shirt off before he started kissing every inch of your exposed chest. He lowered to the top of your leggings and kept his eyes on you as he slowly took them off. Once they were off, he stood up and let his eyes wander all over your body. He quickly removed his pants and boxers before kissing his way back up your body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. He firmly pressed his lips against yours as his hands took off your bra. Your hands ran through his hair as he started kissing your neck then the top of your breast then the space between them. A moan escaped your throat as he attached his mouth to your left breast.

“Bruce,” you cried.

“Yes dear,” he asked looking up at you with a smirk.

“I need you,” you said harshly pulling his hair.

“I’ve got you,” he said before he ripped your underwear off.

Your wrapped your legs around him and pushed him on his back so you were straddling him. You placed your hands on his chest and raised your hips so he could position himself before you slowly lower yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he whined when he was fully inside you.

Bruce grabbed your hips in an almost bruising force as he slowly lifted thrusting in and out. You rested your forehead against him as he brutally thrust up into you.

“Oh god,” you moaned as you scratched his shoulders and chest.

Bruce rolled you onto your back before he started pounding into you much faster and harder than before. His hand caressed the side of your body before it stopped on the back of your thigh. He wrapped your left leg around his hips ad he continued fucking you.

“Shit,” he groans gently biting your neck.

“Don’t stop,” you cried when you felt a knot form in your lower stomach.

Since his right hand was gripping your ass pulling you to him as he pounds into you his left hand formed tight circles over your clit. Before you could tell him you were about to cum the knot snapped.

“Bruce,” you screamed as you scratched at his back hard enough to draw some blood.

Bruce didn’t stop when the tears started falling from your eyes from the overstimulation. He pounded harder and faster til your second orgasm came and went. His head fell to your chest as he stilled his movements.

“Fuck,” he groans as he came.

He stayed buried deep inside you as you stroked his back and kissed his face. After a few more minutes he slowly pulled out causing you to wince. He walked into the bathroom to grab a wet towel. After he cleaned you up he got back into bed and pulled you to his side.

“Best day ever,” you joked drawing circles on his chest.

He let out a laugh before kissing your temple. He grabbed her leg and pulled it over his waist to have you closer to him. The two of you just lay there holding each other til you noticed the time.

“You have to get ready,” you said pulling yourself from him.

“I'm not going out tonight. The boys have it,” he replied pulling you back to him.

You were about to question him but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He drew circles on your hip as you scratched his head. Not long after soft snores filled the room. As he slept you just looked down at your husband and smiled. Trying to burn the peaceful look on his face into your memories. It’s a rare look for Batman. You ran your fingers through his hair again before you got up to use the bathroom. His hand grabbed your wrist before you took a step.

“Come back to bed,” he said groggily.

“I'm going to the bathroom you oof,” you laughed kissing his hand before he let you go.

As soon as you came back into the room and were inches from the bed his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the bed. His head rested on your shoulder and he held onto you for dear life.

“I was gone for 3 minutes,” you laughed as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Too long,” he replied like a little kid.

“Good night you oof,” you said wrapping your arms around him.

“Night,” he mumbled before his snores filled the room again.

With his even breaths, his snoring, and his body heat, it didn’t take long of you to fall asleep either. Being married to Bruce Wayne is difficult. Sometimes you don’t see him all day. It's stressful never spending time with him but the days he’s all yours or the little moment where his focus is solely on you outweighs the bad.

“Are they naked,” you heard a voice whisper in the room.

“Of course they are. The fuck like rabbits,” another whispered.

You didn’t fully realize someone was in the room til Jason shook you awake. You open your eyes and saw all four of your boys standing in the room.

“What,” you asked tugging the blanket closer to you and your husband's naked bodies.

“Just letting you know we’re are home and safe, night mom night bruce,” Jason said kissing your forehead.

One after another the dick, Tim, and Damien kissed your forehead goodnight. As soon as they left bruce mumbled into your neck.

“What,” you laughed trying to look down at him.

“It's cute when it’s just you, they are waking up,” he said turning on his side and pulling you tight against his chest.

“Shut up, I know you were worried too,” you said slapping his hand that rested on your stomach.

“Of course but I was having the best dream about my gorgeous wife,” he said peppering your neck with kisses.

“How dare they ruin that dream,” you joked.

“Well it got better since she is naked in my arms,” he said grinding his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he was.

“Absolutely not, I’m going back to sleep,” you said pinching his hand. “Either wait or handle it yourself.”

“I’ll always wait for you,” he whispered in your ear.

You let out a laugh at his cheesy joke before going back to sleep. You wanted to savor these last minutes with him before Thursday started and the two of you were back to doing your separate things.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batfam x reader #batfam imagine

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finn-m-corvex · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 18: Hunting

Day 18! And using a substitue prompt just because I thought that it would be easier at first and then it most definitely was not easier. This one is kinda wonky, but I didn't really know how to fix it so, meh. Here it is! Also movie-verse because yes even though there's a lot less of it in this batch than there was in the last one.

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

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He didn’t know why he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but he could already tell that it was going to be a bad day.

Jay didn’t realize how much he had been running his hands through his hair until he started to get dressed for school, and he flinched from the whiplash of feeling the softness of his hair to the grossest sweater known to mankind. Suppressing the inner urge to gag, Jay ran his hand along everything hanging in his closet, finally finding a shirt that didn’t make him want to jump into the ocean. Putting it on made him cringe, and he whipped around when he felt eyes staring at him from the open closet door.

But there was nothing there.

It was going to be one of those days.

Anxiety was something that he somehow coped with every day and yet could never quite overcome. He was tense as he ate his breakfast, waiting for his pa to whack him with his newspaper or his mom to take away his cereal or someone else to come breaking through the window or for Garmadon to attack—

“Kiddo?” Pa said, putting down his paper. Jay flinched when a hand landed on his back, and Pa pulled his hand away. “Is something wrong?”

“Bad day,” Jay said softly, shoving his cereal away and laying his head on his crossed arms. Guilt flooded his stomach and made him feel sick, and he wanted his pa’s hand back.

Ma looked up from where she was washing the dishes, a worried frown on her face. “Are you sure that you should go to school today, honey?”

Even if his anxiety made him feel like he was being hunted for sport, the thought of staying home and being alone made him feel even worse. “I’m sure. I’ll be okay, Ma.”

“Is touch okay?” Pa asked, and Jay picked his head up.

“Yeah, Pa. Can I have a hug, please?”

“Of course, kiddo,” and Jay finally relaxed when he felt his father’s strong arms surround him, warm and solid and smelling of the motor oil that never failed to make him feel safe. Pa squeezed, and Jay got out of his chair to give his dad a proper hug. He was almost as tall as Pa, the perfect height to rest his head on his dad’s shoulder, feeling the soft flannel under his cheek. “Is that better?”

“Better,” Jay confirmed, wishing that he could just stay like this for the rest of the day, but his dad did still have to go to work. “I think I missed the bus, though.”

“That’s alright,” Ma reassured, her voice washing over him like honey, “I’ll take you today, since Ed’s gotta get to work early. Are you all ready to go?”

Jay picked up his backpack after breaking off the hug, turning around to face his mom. “I’m ready!”

The drive to school put him more at ease, even though nobody texted him back when he dropped a message in the groupchat saying that he would be late. Normally Zane would be the first one to text back, scarily fast for someone who insisted that everyone put their phones away during class, but even he was silent. Jay chewed on his lip for a while, trying to let his mom’s reassurances help him feel better. Maybe they just got their phones taken away, or they were doing something super important in class. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Gently taking his hands from where they had been worrying at the hem of his shirt, Ma kissed his forehead. “Have a good day at school, dear. Remember to call me or your dad if you need to get picked up early.”

“I will, Ma,” he promised, even though he had no intention of burdening his parents like that. And just like that, watching their car pull away from the school and back down the road, all of the pent-up feelings inside of him burst like a balloon.

There was nothing to protect him out here, and he clutched his orange scarf as he walked down the hall to the secretary’s office. Normally the object would’ve brought him some sense of comfort, but now it only made him more nervous, feeling like someone was going to pop out and take it from him. He didn’t have his friends there to protect him; if he was jumped, then he was fucked.

Shadows seemed to stretch from the floor to the ceiling despite the morning sun, and he flinched every time he heard the squeak of a locker or footsteps in another hall. He kept his head down, feeling the tingle indicating that people were staring as he walked past. Focusing on the floor tiles didn’t help the impending nausea, and Jay focused on the rhythm of his footsteps to keep from vomiting all over the hallway. First period was just letting out, the cacophony of voices and shoes squeaking grating on his ears, and Jay hurried to make it to the office as fast as he could.

“I’m here,” he said as he entered the room, and the secretary looked at him with such a scathing look that Jay flinched back. “I-I know I’m late—”

“Mr. Walker,” she said harshly, and Jay felt the pit in his stomach grow even wider, “what is your excuse this time?”

“I missed the bus—”

She waved him off and handed him the late note, which he quickly took before scurrying away. Some of the other kids were snickering in his direction and he flushed, making a beeline for his locker down the next hall.

To his relief, everyone else was already standing there, chatting away like they didn’t even notice he was gone. Jay’s heart sank and he visibly wilted as he approached, not noticing the footsteps following along behind him change as a person hid in the other hallway: out of sight, out of mind.

Cole greeted him as he walked up, turning away from Kai and pulling his headphones down. The gesture made Jay feel a little better, and he thanked Cole quietly as the older boy went ahead and opened Jay’s locker for him. He leaned into Cole’s side as he rearranged his books, taking the stuff out of his bag and putting it in its proper place. It was calming, and his hands rejoiced at finally having something to do other than picking at the loose threads in his sleeves.

His lack of talking didn’t go unnoticed for very long. “Are you alright?” Cole asked, raising an eyebrow at Jay’s shrug. Jay didn’t really feel like talking, but he didn’t want to leave Cole waiting for an answer either.

“Did you see my text?” he asked, and Cole fished out his phone to check. So he hadn’t. Jay didn’t know how to feel about that. Part of him had been hoping that Cole had read the text, had been mulling Jay’s absence over in the back of his mind and feeling sad that he wasn’t there.

Was Jay a terrible person for thinking that? Probably.

“Jay!” Nya exclaimed, rushing over to wrap him in a big hug. “We missed you! What happened?”

“H-Hey Nya,” he stammered, blushing as he returned her hug. “I just woke up late and missed the bus, that’s all.”

He must’ve not been doing a good job at hiding his anxiety, because Nya pulled back and looked him up and down. “Are you sure you’re okay? I saw your text, and it’s not like you to be late.”

“I’m sure,” he lied, swallowing thickly and pushing his anxiety down as far as he could. She couldn’t know how antsy he was feeling, how deep the pit in his stomach was when he thought about how his absence hadn’t affected them in the slightest. “How was first period?”

And that was that. She walked with him to biology, bidding the others a quick goodbye that Jay quickly replicated before catching up to her. For someone who was a good five inches smaller than him, Nya had a very wide stride. He listened as she talked about her math class, describing the inverse functions and graphing equations they had to learn about, her tone as excited as it could get when it was describing her least favorite subject.

“I think I’m going to struggle with this unit,” she sighed, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Jay wanted to do it for her. “Which, you know, I know I struggle with all of them, but I think this one is going to give me a run for my money.”

“Do you want me to help?” Jay asked; he was already in an accelerated math class, so he was pretty sure he could handle whatever she threw at him.

Neither of them turned around to see the figures trailing behind them in the shadows, too caught up in paying attention to each other.

Until Jay felt the eyes on the back of his head again.

Hairs rose along the back of his neck as he whipped around, staring down the hall and taking in every available detail. It felt like someone had electrified his senses, and his eyes zeroed in on a leg disappearing around the corner. Someone was there, following them. And it wasn’t one of the guys.

Now that he was paying attention, this hallway was oddly desered for nine in the morning. Where was everybody?

“...and I’m sure that you would be a great tutor,” Nya was saying, stopping when she noticed that he had stopped walking. Turning to look at him, she raised an eyebrow at the way his face tightened with worry, pivoting on his heel and walking down the hall.

“Keep walking,” he hissed, and she did so, even though Jay always made sure to keep his footsteps a beat behind hers.

Concentrating, Jay ignored the way she shot worried looks back at him, only focused on noticing anything behind them. Just as he thought, there were footsteps, multiple sets of them and hard and heavy against the tile. He should’ve noticed them before. Someone was hunting them.

Eyes widening, Nya finally saw the people behind them, while Jay doggedly kept his eyes looking straight ahead as he pulled out his phone. Quickly dialling Cole’s number, his anxiety started spiking, oscillating back and forth like an out-of-control metronome. The mental school map floated around in his head, and Jay traced around the routes until he found one that should lead them back closer to the crowds. Biology could wait until he was sure that Nya was safe.

Honestly, Nya was not the one that needed protecting here, but that was beside the point.

“Left,” he whispered, already making the turn and slowing so Nya could catch up. They both sped up, Nya having long given up on trying to ask him any questions, and Jay’s heart stopped beating when they walked straight into a dead end.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit—

“What do we have here?” said a voice behind them, and both of them whirled around to see Chen the Cheerleader standing in all of his pompish glory. Two lackeys flanked him on either side, devilish grins on thier faces as they snarled; they were wolves hungry for their next meal.

Jay instinctively threw his hand out in front of Nya, even though the limb was trembling. “What do you want, Chen?”

Said boy snorted. “Wouldn’t you like to know, junkyard boy?”

“You better scram before I rearrange your face, Chen,” Nya growled, pushing against Jay’s arm to try and get past him. Jay locked his arm, determined to keep her back, but unfortunately that just left him wide open to an attack from the front.

A baseball bat collided straight with his head, making his vision go dark as he collapsed onto the ground. Nya tried to catch him before he hit the ground, but his sleeve slipped through her grasp and his head was crashing into the tile. Disoriented, he laid there on the ground and tried to get his bearings, but that was hard with a blossoming pain on the side of his head and the trickle of warm blood making its way down his temple.

The bullies were gone; they must’ve gotten spooked after seeing him go down like a sack of bricks. Nya was tilting his head up, and the anxiety that he had been bottling finally spilled over the edge as his eyes failed to focus on her face. Her touch was gentle as she helped him to sit up, looking over him and trying to find the spot where the bat had gotten him.

“I lied,” he gasped, clutching at her arm, “I lied, I’m not okay, I’m not okay and I’m sad and I can’t breathe and you guys didn’t miss me and I want to go home—”

“Jay,” she said quietly, closing his mouth with a soft click with a finger under his chin. Tears started to go down his cheeks as his chest constricted with emotion, and he hated the way his lip started wobbling, “you’re okay. It’s okay. I’m gonna call your parents to come and get you, but until they get here we’re just gonna stay right here on the floor.”

“B-But what about your class?”

“You’re more important than class,” she said, “besides, you already know that I would take hanging out with you over going to biology any day.”

“I’m sorry for lying,” and Jay was surprised to see Nya smiling at him, because normally she didn’t tolerate liars under any circumstances. Maybe he was a special one.

“Honey, I could already tell,” Nya said, and Jay felt his heart sink, “I just didn’t say anything because I figured if you wanted me to know, you would’ve told me. I know enough about you to tell when you’re upset.”

“So you’re not upset?”

Nya sighed, and Jay missed the warmth of her hand when she pulled it away. “I’m not upset. I wish you would’ve told me, but I’m not upset. Now, did you say you would be willing to tutor me in math, or do I need to ask Zane?”

He chuckled. “I can do that, I think, as long as you don’t mind stopping for milkshakes afterwards.”

It didn’t even occur to him until much later that he had just asked her on something similar to a date.

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago nya #whumptober day 18 #whumptober 2023

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heartbreak-sandwich · 1 year ago

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Lex! I loved your boyfriend hcs, I'd love to hear your headcanons on the guys as fathers 👀

omg Joz yes!! This is such a cute idea, thank you 🥰 ✨ The ST boys as fathers ✨

💕STEVE HARRINGTON is a superdad. He loves friendly competition with his (many - five, to be exact) children to see who can throw something the farthest, who can get to the car the fastest, and who can finish their desert first. - Bedtime stories are crowded with all of them on the same bed, huddled around Steve as he does voices for all of the characters. - Food is always creative and messy, and Steve encourages curiosity in every way. "Don't play with your food" is not a rule to be found in the Harrington household. - The rowdy bunch attends each other sporting events, band concerts, and school plays in a pack which is forever recognizable because of course their outfits are color coordinated.

💕BILLY HARGROVE loves his little girl more than anything else in this world. He is very protective, letting her roam at a safe distance, and worries more than he lets on about her safety and emotional wellbeing, and whatever she wants, he teaches her how to earn. - His little angel is a superfan of his metal music, so of course he picks up an extra shift every other weekend to pay for her drumming lessons. Every time a friend comes to the house while she's practicing, they comment on the noise, and all Billy says is, "I know. She's gonna be a star someday," with the proudest smile on his face. - Every time something comes up while Billy is spending time with his daughter, he tells whoever he's talking to, "Hang on. I have to ask the boss," and turns to his daughter and whispers in her ear, her face becoming very serious before she gives a quiet answer back to him. - He teaches her how to fix her own things -- the car, the toilet, the legos she knocked over on accident. He never wants her to have to rely on anyone else to solve her problems, and he teaches her to be self sufficient along with his support.

💕ARGYLE is full of childlike wonder at all times, so it's no surprise that he is the fun dad. He takes his twin boys on adventures every chance they get, and he encourages their creativity every step of the way. One of his boys is an avid painter while the other is a violinist. The walls inside their home are adorned with murals always being worked on inspired by ambient strings in the background. - Argyle's kids are homeschooled because their family prefers to hit the road for the sunny months of the year, and he figures they learn more from seeing the world than they ever could stuck inside a classroom. - He makes up stories on the fly to tell his kids, and he's always forgetting the characters names, but they don't seem to mind. The stories involve silly but useful life lessons that he wished someone would've told him when he was their age instead of having to figure them out on his own. They'll thank him someday. - The fashion sense in their family is absolutely wild. Argyle wants his kids to be able to express themselves freely with their style choices just like he does, and the result is a colorful array of garments always strewn about the home, lots of them covered in paint, and sometimes on purpose to add a little flavor.

💕JONATHAN BYERS is your average, working class father, but he is adamant about making time to spend with his family. His two daughters starting high school has been the biggest challenge for him so far, but he never misses a dance recital or a soccer game, and he's always home in time to have dinner with everyone so he can hear about their days. - The Byers family is big on gifts from the heart, so for every birthday, Jonathan makes his girls their own mixtapes complete with songs they already know and love combined with songs he thinks they should hear. It warms his heart when he hears the tracks blaring from their respective bedrooms while they get ready for school each morning. - Being an equal caretaker has always been important to him, so Jonathan took it upon himself to learn to braid. When his girls were little, he used to braid their hair before bed. Now, even though they can do it themselves, they still seek him out at least once a week or so for the perfect plait. - He is the chauffeur for his girls and all of their friends regularly. He'll take them to the mall, the arcade, to school, wherever is needed, and he never complains about it. He feels like it's a gift to be able to spend that time together while they can.

💕EDDIE MUNSON is a single dad whose son is an absolute carbon copy of him. The little guy is never sitting still, his long wild curls billowing behind him as he darts around the house with his plastic sword saving the day. Eddie is pretty sure his first words were "stick it to the man," and he smiles with pride when his son says some off the wall thing because the Munsons wear their weird like a crown. - Above everything, Eddie teaches his son to be kind. Be kind to people, be kind to animals, be kind to places, and be kind to things because the world needs more of it, and it all comes back to you. He teaches him how to put spiders outside instead of kill them and to invite the kid sitting alone on the playground to play pirates with him. Always be kind. - Corroded Coffin has a new stand in drummer while Gareth is away at school. Eddie's son is still fairly young, but he has great rhythm, and playing an instrument proves to be a great way to channel his energy. There is a new house rule that says sticks are for smacking drums only, and you can probably guess why. - Eddie plans small DnD oneshots for he and his son to play through together, and he loves it. The adventures, the battles, and the roleplaying are great for the imagination, and it's their favorite bonding time. Last year's Christmas present to his son was a custom set of abalone shell dice, and he treasures nothing more.

These were so fun to do!! Thank you for getting me thinking outside of my usual box :3 ❤️‍🔥 Requests are open!

#thank u for the ask!!#ask #sando answers #joz ily 💕#stranger things headcanons #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #argyle #stranger things dads #hc list #sando lists #requests are open!#fanfic requests #writing requests #lol now I'm realizing these just got longer as they went on oops #that always seems to happen with my hc lists

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danthropologie · 1 year ago

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this is gonna long so bear with me okay. first of all I love your blog, it is such a dirlie (delulu daniel girlie) safe space. I'm obsessed with it and the way your brain works.

I strongly agree with the general sentiment of the last lap pod anon. like daniel was already a fan favourite before dts days and now with the show the sport and daniel's fanbase has grown exponentially. and to think that this coincides with the downward turn of daniel's career. daniel's been basically flopping (and by flopping I mean he is not been able to fight in the front of the grid) and yet he still has a loyal fan base that surprisingly keeps growing despite the mclaren stint and now despite not being on the grid. now imagine just imagine if daniel had the car to be winning the races and being on the podium. like that's a marketing wet dream. there is this part of daniel fans that have supporting him bo matter what but there is also this huge number of people who will shit on dan but the moment he's winning again he is their lord and saviour. we all remember how f1 wouldn't stop posting about his win in monza and how quickly the narrative changed about him after one race. there were literally articles being posted by f1 themselves about how important it is that daniel is racing on the front and just a few days ago I think it was crofty (but I'm not sure) talking about how all of daniel's race wins were all box office races.

now if you were red bull and you had a car so good that you didn't need the second driver to be gettin the maximum out of the car (in this case, I'm afraid checo is not even getting the minimum out of the car) and you could have daniel ricciardo driving for you when he's already won 7 races and many podiums with your team and if the sim data is there why wouldn't you in your right mind have him drive for you? and I'm not even gonna get into rb bringing daniel back and helping him find his mojo again of it all. It is literally the perfect opportunity. and I believe christian knows this. they are just looking for a way to get rid of checo and him under performing and now having another child is just the cherry on top of this situation.

am I naive and biased? maybe but I'm also right 😊😊😊

re fucking tweet!! every word is perfect, nothing to add!!!

#and now i'm thinking about his post monza beyond the grid where he talks about everyone congratulating him and sending him messages #and generally just being SO fucking happy for him and how much that meant to him #everybody loves him!!! everybody wants to see him win!!! why WOULDN'T red bull give him that opportunity #and simultaneously reap the benefits of the homecoming story and narrative of it all!!!#red bull redux #answered #anonymous

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years ago

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Bleeding Heart (Part 1)

Fandom: The Suicide Squad (Spoilers for Movie), Rick Flag

Summary: Rick has a mysterious new recruit on Task Force X. Without being provided any information, Rick will have to learn about this new team member on the job.

Word Count: 4191

TW: Powers that Allow Transference of Injuries, Blood, Hospitals, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Injuries, Reader Death

Part 1, Part 2

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In all the years he had been in command of Task Force X, Rick Flag had thought he had seen everything when it came to new recruits. Every file that crossed his desk provided detailed descriptions of the new members including their relevant skills or abilities, assets to the team, reason for imprisonment in Belle Reve, and remaining time on their sentence. He had grown so numb to the bizarre and impossible material, that he barely glanced at the information as he thumbed through the files anymore. That was, until he came across your file. He made it to the third page before he registered something amiss. Flipping back to the start, he stared at line after line of black stripes that filled the page. And the next page, and the next, and the next, all the way to the end. Excluding the small information box on the front, every line of the file had been redacted. All he was left with was an alias, date of birth, and physical description.

Rick wasn’t sure what to make of it. Sure, other files had contained some information that had been deemed too top secret for his eyes, but it was usually just a name or location. Occasionally, a few lines or even a paragraph may be omitted, but never entire pages. Gathering the file, Rick stormed off to get some answers.

He found his boss in the control room preparing for the next mission. Throwing your file on the table, he demanded, “What the hell is this?”

Amanda Waller didn’t even glance at the file. “Your newest recruit.”

“There’s no information here. I have an alias. That’s it. What am I supposed to do with that? I know nothing about her abilities, her skills. Hell, I don’t even know what she did to get thrown in here or how long she’s going to be staying.”

“Doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that she is very important, so you need to keep her safe. She doesn’t have the training your usual members have, so keep a close eye on her.”

“You expect me to babysit an unskilled, inexperienced inmate while in the middle of a war zone?”

“I expect you to do your job. Keep her alive. At least until she has time to do her job.” Waller walked off towards her office, signaling the end of the discussion.

All Rick could do was scowl at her retreating form. He knew that nothing good came from trying to argue with Waller. He just hoped this new girl didn’t get him killed.

It turned out, Rick was right to worry. From the second the team touched down, you were a trembling mess of nerves and fears. Placing a hand on your shoulder, Rick tried to calm you down. “It’s okay. I’ve got your back.” You nodded frantically, eyes wide as saucers, but you gave Rick a small smile.

However, within minutes, you were cowering behind a burning car, hands pressed firmly over your ears as you rocked back and forth anxiously. Rick had more important things to do, but he was forced to stand by your side and take out any assailant who approached your location. Cursing under his breath as he took down yet another enemy, he heard you cry out in warning. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain sear down his side. Turning, he watched a man smile wickedly as he pulled his knife out of Rick’s side. Rick used his gun to make short work of him, but the damage had already been done. Stumbling slightly, Rick collapsed to the ground. Blood gushed through his fingers as he desperately tried to apply pressure to the wound. But it was of little use, the knife had gone in too deep.

Suddenly, he felt you at his side. As he looked up, he expected to see fear and horror painted across your face. Instead, you had a sweet yet determined smile on your lips, sporting a confidence Rick had not seen in you since the two of you had been introduced. Without a word, you gently placed your hands on his side. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Rick felt a strange, warm pulling sensation deep in his wound. Glancing down, he could see the gush of blood slow to a stream then to a trickle. As you fell back with a hiss, Rick watched as blood began staining your shirt in the exact same spot as his wound. As he glanced back and forth between the two identically placed wounds, you smiled weakly up at him, “Don’t worry Colonel, I’ve got your back too.”

Later, once the mission was over and the surviving members of Task Force X were on the plane heading back to Belle Reve, Rick had examined his side. While there was still a small gash, it appeared to be little more than a graze compared to the deep puncture he knew it had been. He glanced over to where you were currently sitting, hunched over and half-asleep.

He had seen when the medics had removed your long sleeved, high collared shirt and gloves to work on your injury. Your torso and arms were covered with hundreds of scars of various sizes and severities, many of which overlapped each other. Scars, Rick had a feeling, that someone else had earned. It had taken five stitches and a pint of blood to stabilize you. And Rick noticed that even though you had been terrified during the mission, you didn’t even bat an eye when the medic pulled out his needle and began sewing you up. Like you had done this a thousand times before. But this time, it was all because you had taken his injury.

Rick walked over to where you were sitting. You smiled up at him through sleepy, half-lidded eyes. “Colonel.”

“Are you going to explain what the hell happened out there?”

You blinked sharply, rousing yourself awake. “Um, I’m not sure what you mean?....Colonel? Sir?”

“I’m talking about the gaping wound in my side that somehow ended up on you.”

“Oh, that. I can absorb an injury from someone to myself, taking as much or as little of it as I want. But however much I heal it, that much is inflicted back onto me. I figured this would all be in my file.”

“Your file contains almost no information about you. Nothing about your powers, why you are in Belle Reve, or how long your sentence is. I’m not even sure of your real name. All I have is your alias, Aceso.”

You shook your head. “I guess I’m not surprised she hid all my information. Oh, and I’ve never gone by that name outside of Belle Reve. That’s just the name Waller assigned me to help her hide me in the system. Apparently, she said Aceso was the Greek Goddess of the healing process, or something like that.” You rolled your eyes. “I never had an alias. I never did anything where I needed one.”

Rick’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Then what did you do to get thrown in here?”

“I was born,” you said sarcastically. When you saw Rick seemed even more confused than before, you elaborated. “I can’t prove any of this. I’m only going off of things I saw, or Waller has said to me, or I’ve overheard. But what I think happened is she got wind of my abilities and what I was capable of, and she wanted that power for herself. So, one night, a bunch of henchmen for various Gotham villains – you know the Joker, the Penguin, the Riddler, guys like that – broke into my apartment demanding that I heal them. Before I even knew what was happening, the police showed up and arrested everyone. I was charged with being an accessory after the fact to any of their charges, and by association, the villains’ charges as well. I lost count of how many life sentences they finally settled on. I know Waller was behind the whole thing, but she was smart enough and connected enough to hide her tracks extremely well.”

“But why do you think Waller was behind everything?”

“Well, she came to see me three days before I was arrested. She was asking me all kinds of questions about what I could do, how big of an injury I could transfer, how long it took me to heal afterwards, stuff like that. She wasn’t the first person to find and ask me those sorts of things, but she was definitely the most powerful one. I could practically see the gears grinding in her head as I talked, and it scared me. Then, as the police were leading me out to the squad car in handcuffs, I could swear I saw her watching from across the street. That’s when I knew I was screwed.” You shrugged. “And I was right.”

Rick let out a long, slow breath as he sat down in the chair next to you. He knew Waller was ruthless, but this was a whole other level of underhandedness. “Do you have any evidence?” He saw you bristle, and so he clarified. “Don’t misunderstand me, darlin’. I one hundred percent believe that you’re right and she orchestrated that whole situation. I’ve seen her do some pretty shady things in the past, but I had never imagined she could get away with going to this extreme. And I know you said you can’t prove any of this, but if you have any sort of evidence of any kind, I know some people who might be able to help you out.”

You blushed. “I appreciate the vote of confidence and the offer, Colonel. It means a lot to me that someone actually believes me for a change. But no, I don’t have any proof.”

Rick nodded. “You don’t have to call me Colonel when we aren’t on a mission. Rick or Flag is fine. And that’s okay. I can still have some contacts look into it. Maybe they could find out if Waller slipped up anywhere. You never know. They might get lucky.”

Your blush deepened. “You would really do that for me….Rick?”

Rick smiled. “You saved my life out there today. I think making a few phone calls is the least I can do to repay you.”

You waved him off with a smile. “Oh, like you hadn’t saved me from like ten guys before I distracted you. Besides, that’s why I’m here. I might not be able to fight or shoot but I can help those who can!”

Rick chuckled. “So, what do I call you if you don’t go by Aceso?”

“Waller won’t let me use my real name. The one time she found out I had shared it with one of my guards, he was immediately fired. So, I guess I’m stuck with Aceso.” You stuck out your tongue. “Ugh, I just wish she would have picked something cooler or easier to pronounce. And I’m not even Greek! My family was originally from England.”

“Well, what about a nickname? I mean the most obvious would be A, Ace, Eso, something like that. But you can really go for anything. Just pick something that feels a little more you.”

“I kind of like Ace. I know it seems like I should be a pilot in Top Gun or something, but, I don’t know, there’s just something about it….”

“Then Ace it is. Honestly, that’s a relief. I had to google the pronunciation of Aceso like three times and I’m still not sure I said it right.”

“Don’t look at me! I had never heard it before Waller told me it was my new name.”

The two of you laughed, shoulders slightly knocking against each other in the cramped space. Noticing as you stifled a yawn, Rick offered you his arm as a pillow. Shyly, you took him up on his offer and soon you were fast asleep. Looking down at your peaceful form, Rick thought about everything you had just shared with him. He hated the story about how you got here. He hated how Waller basically turned you from a person to her own personal pawn. He hated that someone as sweet and upbeat as you were in a hellhole like Belle Reve for something you hadn’t done. And, most of all, he hated himself for the feeling of happiness he had knowing that you would be by his side once again on the next mission even if it meant you would be in danger.

Rick stood in the doorway of your hospital room. You were curled up in the bed with you back towards him, but he could still see the bandages which covered most of your body. Rick sighed. The last mission had quickly gone from bad to worse. He had only been able to watch helplessly as his team dropped like flies around him. Waller had screamed repeatedly in the coms for you to heal everyone you could reach, but there had been just too many injuries. As you grew weaker, you had begged Waller to let you stop but she had insisted you heal as many wounded as possible. It wasn’t until you had finally collapsed that Waller had reluctantly backed off. Rick had carried your broken body back to the chopper, stopping twice to perform CPR. It was a miracle you had made it back to Belle Reve alive.

This had been their twelfth mission together, and each time you seemed to come back in worse and worse shape. And it killed Rick to see you like that. Your shallow breath hitching in your throat, your eyes fluttering weakly, your skin pale and clammy beneath his fingers. And this last mission... there was a moment when he thought he had lost you for good. And it was in that moment that Rick knew that he loved you. He had tried to fight his feelings for so long. After June, he promised himself he would never let himself get into a personal situation where Waller had that much control ever again. Yet, as he was frantically trying to restart your heart for the second time, he knew that he had broken that promise.

Rick noticed as you shifted slightly in the bed. “How are you doing?” When he didn’t get a response, he sighed and tried again. “Come on Ace, talk to me. I know you’re awake.”

Slowly, you rolled over and Rick felt his heart shatter. Besides what was covered by the bandages, fresh wounds littered your cheeks and your bottom lip had been taped multiple places where it had split open. The slice on your neck that you had received from healing Harkness was currently bleeding through your bandages, staining them a bright crimson. Your eyes were red and puffy with tears still silently streaming down your face.

Rick hurried to the bed and gathered you protectively in his arms. “Oh Darlin’, it’s alright.”

He rubbed your back as you began to sob desperately into his chest. “It was too much! I tried to stop, but she wouldn’t listen! I begged her, and she still made me… I’ve never taken that much before. I thought I was going to….” You don’t even finish the sentence as another heart wrenching sob tore from your lips.

Rick squeezed you tighter in his arms and he gently rocked you back and forth. “I know, I know, baby girl, but you didn’t, okay? You’re still here, and you’re going to be fine. You just need some rest.”

“Yeah, this time. But what about the next mission or the one after that? Waller is going to keep making me get closer and closer to that edge until I just…” You hesitated for a moment before continuing in a voice so soft, Rick had to strain just to hear you. “Since the day I discovered my powers, I knew that it was how I was going to die. That someone would force me to go past my limit or I would heal too many people until my body just couldn’t take it.” You picked your head off of his chest and stared deeply into Rick’s eyes. “I don’t fear dying. But I want it to be on my terms. Not anybody else’s. I would rather her use the bomb in my head than repeat what happened today. If I ever do make the decision to go all the way, it needs to be because I want to, not because I’m forced to.”

Rick ran his finger lightly across your cheek. “Ace, listen to me. I’m not going to let that happen. I’ve been reaching out to some of my contacts in the government. Waller set you up. You should have never been here in the first place. I need a few more months, but I think I might have found a way to get you out. For good.”

Rick watched as your eyes widened in surprise. “Rick! How? Why? If she finds out….”

“I don’t care. You don’t deserve to be here. You’ve never deserved to be here. And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you get out.”

You buried your face in his chest once again, muffling the words as you asked, “Why are you doing this for me?”

“Isn’t it obvious, darlin’? It’s because I love you.”

You went still in his arms. “Really? Do you honestly mean that?”

“I do.”

You lifted your misty eyes to meet his. “I love you too. I have for a long time. You’re the only thing in my terrible life that makes it worth living.”

Rick gently placed his finger under your chin and pulled you close to him. Then, mindful of your split lip, he softly kissed you.

Just as you had feared, over the next few months Waller continued to push you far beyond your breaking point. A few times, she had even pulled you directly from your hospital bed, broken bones and all, to join the next mission. Rick tried everything to protect you, but there was only so much he could do when your job was literally to get injured. And they hadn’t nicknamed the team the Suicide Squad for nothing. Grave injuries were more common than not on the missions. But to make matters worse, most of the other members of the squad (with the exception of Harley) had come to see your abilities as something that was owed to them, not as the gift it was. Soon, they were demanding you heal even the smallest scratch or tiniest cut. And being the kind, caring soul that you were, you always obliged. You and your god-damn bleeding heart. You just couldn’t stand seeing others in pain when you knew you could help. Which had just made the members more reckless since they knew they had an easy fix in their back pocket.

So, injuries became more frequent and more severe as time went on. Most missions ended with Rick having to carry you in his arms back to the plane, dripping blood and half-unconscious. Then he would cling to your shattered body as you struggled to survive until they could get you to a hospital. Rick had seen you take on almost every injury known to man, the most common being broken bones, punctured lungs, lacerations, bullet wounds, burns of all degrees, and concussions. And though you healed about 50% faster than the average human, your body could only take so much.

Rick refused to let you heal him unless it was absolutely necessary and, even then, only enough to get him back on his feet. But more often than not, as he laid curled around you in your hospital bed, he would feel a sudden warmth as all his aches and pains disappeared. This would always be followed by his deep disapproving growl to which you would just smile and say, “I’m already hurt this badly. What’s a little more?” And Rick would always pull you into an intensely affectionate kiss. It had happened so often now, it had almost become a ritual between you two, a way to express your feelings for each other without having to say the words.

So when Task Force X was given a mission to Corto Maltese, Rick had been relieved to see you were not assigned to his team. It had only been a few days since you had been released from the hospital wing after your last mission and he knew you still hadn’t fully recovered. He had wanted to find you to say goodbye before he left, but Waller had rushed him through his briefing so quickly he never got the chance. But it was ultimately for the best. If you knew he was going on a mission alone, you would have done everything in your power to force your way onto the team.

Which was why Rick wasn’t really that shocked to see you peeking out from behind Nanaue the next day after Task Force X’s second team came bursting through the tent he had been sitting in with Sol Soria. Rick was furious that Waller would send you here, especially as he noticed your limp as you hurried to his side, but he had to admit he was happy to see you. As you slid into his arms, he immediately felt his side mend back together as you flinched beneath him. Pulling back a little, Rick shot you a dirty look, but you just smiled slyly from under your eyelashes as you stood on your tiptoes to plant a kiss the tip of his nose. Rick couldn’t help but chuckle as he shook his head. God, he loved you. Throwing his arm gently around your shoulder, he steered the two of you back to the group so you could plan your attack on Jötunheim.

Everything had gone according to plan, until it didn’t. Now Rick was laying on his back, the shard of porcelain Peacemaker had stabbed him with protruding from his chest. Ironically, he knew it was the only thing that was keeping him from bleeding out instantly. But as he felt his heart stutter and slow, he knew it wouldn’t matter for much longer. It was just helping to prolong the inevitable.

“Rick! Oh my god! No!”

Ace? Rick’s vision had already begun to blur when you came into view. He silently chuckled to himself, noting how the haze he was seeing just made you look even more like an angel regardless of the tears and dirt smudged across your panicked face. He was just glad he could see you one more time before the end.

But all the happiness drained from his body as he saw you reach for his chest. He recognized that determined look in your eye and realized what you were about to do. He willed his body to move, to stop you before it was too late, but his strength had completely left him. He was barely able to twitch his fingers. So, he tried silently begging you with his eyes, Don’t do this! This isn’t what I want! Please, Ace, stop! But if you understood what he was trying to convey, you paid it no mind. Instead, you smiled lovingly down at him as you ran your hand over his sweat drenched hair. “It’s okay, baby. It’s all going to be okay.”

And you jerked the porcelain out of his chest, immediately replacing it with your hand.

Rick bucked at the violent movement, a groan of pain ripping from his lips. Then he felt the warmth of your power surging into him, felt his heart knitting itself back together. But as he grew stronger, he could only watch in horror as you grew weaker. Blood blossomed across your chest as a fresh wound opened up there. You began wilting before his very eyes, slumping further and further over until you were almost doubled in half. But still, your hand maintained its firm position over his heart.

Finally, just as he regained enough strength to move his arms, your strength gave out and you toppled over. Rick managed to catch you just before your head hit the floor. Pulling you into his lap, Rick watched as a ghost of a smile flickered across your lips. With tears streaming down his face, Rick demanded, “Why, darlin’? Why would you do that?”

You silently moved your lips a few times before finally managing to rasp out, “It was always going to end this way….. I was always going to heal a wound... that was just too big for me to handle….. And if it was going to be for someone, I want it to be for you…..” You lifted your hand, your fingers barely brushing against Rick’s cheek. “Besides, my heart has always been yours.” And with a final smile, your hand slipped from his face and Rick watched as the light softly drained from your eyes.

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Monster March 2024- Day 3- Extra-Dimensional Being

Glass Cannon

Or, more specifically, Night Action- Monster March Style. With a Jumper twist. Now, while the term Glass Cannon has it's own meaning, this is obviously, a twist on it. And, hopefully, once I finish Monster March. I can go back and finish this. I'm trying extra super hard to stay on track and post these, on time. So I'm doing my best to post at least a part 1 of all of these prompts.

As always, a huge thanks to @borealwrites for their amazing Monster March 2024 prompt list. Enjoy.

Monster March 2024 Day 3- Extra Dimensional Being

Night Action Monster March Style

Glass Cannon

Teagan pulled into the driveway of her grandparents house and couldn’t help but cry fresh tears. She felt like she just wanted to jump into a black hole and disappear forever. But she also knew her family would jump in to save her, no matter how badly she felt she needed to disappear.

Teagan felt like her life was in chaos.

Her partner, fell in love with a client. And her partner and the client practically took her business and all of her customers right out from under her. With no more clients, she couldn’t afford to rent the space. And had to move all of her things out of there and into storage. Her savings dwindled when she tried to restart the business but failed because where she had moved to, while it was good she was unknown, she just couldn’t get a foothold. She lost the new space, and her apartment, all at the same time. So she was essentially homeless, jobless, out of money and out of options.

Her parents had already been moved to an assisted living community because of dementia and other health issues. And so she couldn’t go to them.

All of her siblings just didn’t have room in their homes, with their families that always felt like it was bursting at the seams already. She had already couch surfed her few remaining friends and now, the only place left to go, was her grandparents house.

Her grandma Hyacinth, came out of the house and came to her driver’s side door and opened the door to reach in and hug her.

“Oh honey, it’s ok. It’s ok. You’re here now. You’re safe and sound. Come on, let’s get you inside.” She urged as Teagan nodded into her grandma’s shoulders and unbuckled her seatbelt and came inside where they had made Teagan’s favorite dishes to give her as much comfort as possible as Teagan sunk down into the dining room chair and while she didn’t feel that hungry before, now that she was sitting here, she realized she hadn’t eaten anything of real sustenance in weeks as Hyacinth scooped big portions onto Teagan’s plate as Teagan began to cry less and less with every bite she took.

Her grandpa Jude had gone and gotten some help from a neighbor kid to start unpacking Teagan’s car of her things to move her into the guest bedroom.

“Thank you Grandpa.” Teagan said between mouthfuls.

“You’re welcome Sweetheart. You just go ahead and keep on eating. Sport and I got this.” He waived off as the young kid seemed to be like 12 or 13. Teagan had known the kid to shovel driveways and mow lawns for the neighbors for the last couple of years and Teagan could only hope he was charging enough to do such things.

“I just…I just don’t know where to start.” Teagan finally confessed to her grandma.

“Start fresh. That’s all you can do. Tomorrow will be a new day. And the important thing is, is that you’re safe here. You can rest here. You need to rest and give yourself time to adjust and once you’ve recovered and settled, then you can focus on where you can go from here. Your grandpa and I still have a bit of money in savings. It’s not enough to reset you completely. But it’s enough to buy a seed or two to plant and grow.” She reassured her granddaughter.

“Here, have a drink. I got a new recipe, I want you to tell me what you think.” She offered as she inched the glass closer to her granddaughter.

Teagan picked it up and took a sip.

“Is this…is this a liquid marijuana?” Teagan asked as she could distinctly taste the midori melon liqueur.

“I like to call it a Lady Green, sounds more sophisticated. I still have a firm no drugs policy, even in name.” Hyacinth waved off in a teasing tone as Teagan snorted a laugh into her drink before she drank more. This was one of her favorite drinks too. Sweet and fruity and lethal as far as alcohol content. Her grandparents were a bit eccentric, but adorable and lovable all the same as Hyacinth giggled with her granddaughter.

“Have you gone to see Mom?” Teagan asked.

“Yes, she thought I was an old neighbor of hers. Poor thing, quite out of her mind.” She shook her head.

“Yeah, she had no idea who I was when I saw her either. And Dad, his knee replacement surgery didn’t go as well as he hoped and he isn’t healing like he should. He's practically wheelchair bound now. I’m really worried about him.” Teagan admitted.

“Me too. But, the important thing is that they are where they will receive the best care and help and support right where they are.” Hyacinth reassured her before her phone rang and she answered it.

“Hi Hi.” She answered it once she got up and then went to a counter where her tablet was.

“Yes of course, I’m going to send you the address and the code ok?” She offered before she went and seemed to do a few taps on her tablet before looking back up and away as she listened to who was on the phone.

“Did you get it?” She asked and smiled and nodded.

“Good. Have the day you deserve.” She offered before she hung up.

“Another AirBnB reservation?” Teagan asked.

“Yes. They come in all the time, both day and night.” She excused as she returned to the table with her.

“But it’s how we afford to live here and take care of your parents when the facility can’t cover everything.” She sighed.

“Once you get settled, I’ll take you around to all of them and let you have your pick of whichever one you want though. It’s the least we can do. But it will just take a while for that to happen. You just need to be patient.” Hyacinth offered before Jude got the last of the items and paid “Sport” for the help before Sport happily pocketed the money and bid them goodbye and to call him if they needed help with anything else before Jude came in and sat on the other side of Teagan at the table.

“Glad to have you home Sweetpea.” He cooed as he hugged her from the side and kissed the crown of her head.

“Thank you for taking me in.” Teagan offered.

“Oh don’t say it like you’re some poor orphan. You’re family. You stay as long as you want and as long as you need to- to get your feet back underneath you. You’ve been through enough hell as it is. We don’t need to add to it. We know how much you love your independence and self sufficiency and the blows to your pride to just come to us and ask, have been too big and too tough if you ask me. Just sit back and let us take care of you for a bit. You’re not being a leech or anything. Everyone falls on tough times. This is just yours hitting all at once.” Grandpa Jude comforted and reassured her as he rubbed circles into her back.

Teagan happily wrapped each arm around each of them on either side of her and hugged them.

“Thank you.” She thanked them.

“You’re welcome. Now eat up. You’ve lost too much weight as it is.” Hyacinth insisted once she dumped another spoonful of stuffing onto Teagan’s plate while Grandpa Jude gave her another scoop of gravy for her mashed potatoes.

It took a while to get used to all the calls that they got, as it seemed like they were getting at least several an hour, as they would get a call and then need to make a few more with each one. Teagan wondered if her grandparents must have had dozens of places that they rented out. But couldn’t find it in her heart to be upset about it. It would hopefully just be that many more options for her moving forward. But she was not about to complain. She had a lot of aunts and uncles that were more or less “adopted” and the family was always going here or there and doing this or that. But her grandparents seemed to be home base and a touchstone for everyone else and how they kept it all straight was beyond Teagan’s understanding.

After a few more days of this, Teagan seemed to acclimate and began to anticipate the calls and would hand her grandparent’s their tablets or their phones- only moments before their phones would ring as they would be around the house, doing various things and pause to direct the cleaning service they hired to clean the AirBnB’s after each guest would stay as Teagan was just happy to rest, help with meals and cleaning up to let her grandparents continue to “do business”. As it was clear that it was booming for them. Which, she could be happy for them. But also knew, it was a lot of work too and didn’t envy them. But Teagan rather liked all the distractions from what she was dealing with. She still remembered how her grandma liked her tea, how her grandpa liked his coffee and other little things like that. She was happy to play “caregiver” to them, even though they didn’t need that much “care” in that sense. Just the occasional reminder to eat and drink every so often and bring chargers to charge their ever ringing phones and tablets as they would move around their home throughout the day.

“You know Teagan, maybe we ought to train you on how to manage all of this. Your grandma and I might want to really, fully retire someday. And it would be nice to leave this business to a family member who would be able to manage it and make it grow. It’s like you have a sixth sense about it.” Grandpa Jude began as Hyacinth paused to give Jude a meaningful look.

“I wouldn’t wish the constant phone ringing on anyone in the family.” Hyacinth gently contested.

“Besides, we already have buyers cued up for our business. Who have been getting their feet wet and are gaining a lot of experience in handling this. I think if Teagan can wait it out for a little while, we can just give her, her share of the sale with everyone else. And really let her build something for herself. And not just continue this never ending cycle. These are supposed to be our golden years Jude. I feel like my mother when she was a phone cable girl, always patching calls through. Being a hub to receive requests and directing them to their final destinations.” She offered with a tired sigh as she tried to get back to her knitting from her last set of phone calls and at least remember to drink her tea while it was still warm.

“Not that I don’t think you can do it. I just think you can do something more noble and worthy of your time than just managing this tangle.” Hyacinth reassured Teagan.

“Yeah, I’ll be honest. It’s not my cup of tea. I like my peace and quiet and solitude.” Teagan offered with a polite smile as she lounged on their sofa and read a book as Hyacinth gave Jude an ‘I told you so’ look as Jude rolled his eyes before other calls came in that took their attention once again.

However, that night, Teagan awoke and frowned when the house was deathly quiet. The phone calls had ceased and when she checked her phone. It was showing something similar to a blue screen of death. No signal, no wifi, nothing. Which was extremely odd. She tried to turn on the light, but the power was out. Which would explain the unsettling quietness. Nothing was on. Not even the clocks on the walls ticked. Something was wrong. Grossly so. Every hair on Teagan’s body stood on end as impending doom grew like a boulder in her gut. And suddenly, she got the sensation that so many people were jumping just outside the home and closing in. Like a pack of wolves.

Teagan got up and went through the darkened house, and peeked into her grandparent’s room, to see it was empty. Bed wasn’t even disturbed. And just as she was about to go to the bathroom, she heard her grandparents frantically whispering downstairs.

“We should have moved Teagan yesterday!” Jude harshly whispered as he racked some loads into his shotgun.

“I thought we had more time!” Hyacinth defended as she was pulling her decorative cookie jars down and pulling weapons and ammo from them and tossing things over to Jude who was at the table loading their ever growing arsenal as Hyacinth seemed to pull more and more weapons that were hidden all around their kitchen! Teagan stared wide eyed and slack jawed. The most dangerous thing her grandparents had ever handled before was a chef knife. Where did all of this come from?

“We need to jump her.” Jude insisted.

“Except that they will use that to track her that much faster. She can’t jump on her own. We can use our rabbit hole in the closet to get her out of here. Send her to the Fluers.” Hyacinth said.

“She’s already so delicate, this would break her if we did that.” Jude argued.

“Then we’ll make her Bullet Proof. I’ll go wake her.” Hyacinth decided before she went to get to the stairs to see Teagan already on the middle landing.

“Oh good! You’re up. Put this on.” Hyacinth urged her as she brought her to the kitchen and put a backpack on her as Jude was writing something down.

“What’s going on? Why do you guys have so many weapons? Are we about to get raided or something? Do I need to jump out of here?” Teagan asked.

“No, don’t jump!” Hyacinth sharply urged her.

“We are going to put you into the closet. The closet is going to portal you somewhere safe, when you get there, get on a phone and call this number and say these exact words in this exact order. And then give them this message. Do not jump and portal back here! Do you hear and understand me, Teagan?” Jude asked once he put the paper into her hands and then held her face in his weathered hands.

“Yes Sir.” Teagan nodded as tears soon glassed her own eyes.

“Good girl.” Jude offered with tears glazing his eyes as he kissed her forehead and then left to get something.

“And do not use your own jumping and portaling abilities once you are through. Because if you do, another jumper will jump through your portal to where you just portaled from. And once they get your portal signature, they’ll be able to track you and hunt you down. Do not, under any circumstances jump to true friends or anyone in the family because the people that are outside and closing in on us, will kill everyone in the family. Even your baby nieces and nephews. You can’t lead this danger to them. Got it?” Hyacinth urged her as she fitted the backpack to her granddaughter.

“What the hell is going on?” Teagan asked.

“We don’t have time to tell you. We only have time to save you. Don’t worry about us ok? We’ve been through worse. When this is all over, go to the Fluers. Tell them you’re a consigliere. They’ll give you- your true inheritance. But that’s only after this danger is gone. And you are truly safe ok?” Hyacinth urged her.

“We love you.” Jude offered before he came up and injected something into her neck as she whimpered and hissed in pain before Hyacinth injected her with something else in the other side of her neck as she looked hurt and betrayed at her grandmother who could only give her an apologetic smile.

“Go, go now!” They urged as they both shoved her into the closet and suddenly the closet floor vanished and she was suddenly falling and all around her was a blur of light and color as a glass tube seemed to encapsulate her and protect her from around her before suddenly it stopped, but only for a moment, just as she was about to leave the tube, it went again and by the second time it stopped, she tried to get out again, only for the tube to lock and send her again, this time the colors all around her moving in all manner of directions that made her so dizzy. She felt like she was in a roller coaster as her body’s center of gravity seemed to move and switch around before it finally stopped and the tube shattered all around her as she put her arms above her head to keep the glass from scratching her head. As she expected to feel the glass shards cut her hands. But thankfully they just slid off of her like snow. As that was odd. Now, all around her feet was just a ring of snow.

But that roller coaster of a ride had made her sick but she wanted to throw up. But she couldn’t. She needed to get to a phone. She opened what felt like a closet door to find another house around her as she quickly grabbed the phone to call the number.

“Yes, go ahead.” She heard a male voice answer on the other side.

“Hi, Hi, Night Action! Jade. Soap. Ivy. Dove.” She read off the first line that her grandfather had written down.

“Thank you. Is this Pheonix or Raine?” He asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What is going on? Who is this? Who did I call?” Tatum cried as she heard him take a measured breath.

“What was the name of your primary school?” He asked.

“What primary school? I went to school in the US. Is that like an elementary school or something?” Teagan replied.

“Ma’am. You’ve called the wrong number. I have to keep this line free.” He tried to dismiss.

“No! Don’t hang up! My grandparents told me to call you. Jude and Hyacinth Smithenson. My grandparents are in trouble. They portaled me to…I don’t know where, they gave me this paper and told me to say “ Hi, Hi! Night Action!” and then ‘Jade, soap, ivy, dove and to tell you that “the hub is compromised, infiltrated and ambushed and that the hub is being flushed”. But you have to help them! Someone cut the power to their house. And the house is being surrounded and they’re probably after me too! I felt it. At least a few dozen people jumped all around my grandparents house. It was like a pack of wolves!” She exclaimed as she read the rest of the message.

“The hub was compromised? infiltrated? And ambushed?!” He repeated, in shock.

“Yes! You have to send someone to help them! They wrote down that they were flushing it though? What does that mean?” She asked before she heard him repeat what she had just told him.

“What’s happening?” She asked before she heard him tell whoever else he was talking to- the address of her grandparent’s place.

“What’s your name?” The guy on the other side of the call asked.

“Teagan, Teagan Smitherson. I’m their granddaughter.” She answered before he seemed to whisper something under his breath that, if she had to guess, sounded like an ‘oh shit’.

“Teagan. I’m Payton. The phone that you’re calling from, does it have a pie symbol on it, like the square root of pie?” He asked before she pulled it away and looked at it.

“Yes.” She confirmed.

“Press that key. And the phone will tell me where you are so I can send you the right help.” He instructed before she did. But only a few seconds later, she felt a tingle and someone jumped to the middle of the street as she saw the rifle across their chest.

“Shit, what kind of signal did I just set off? Someone just jumped outside the house!” She asked.

“What?!” He exclaimed before he started barking off all kinds of codes and orders on the other side.

“Teagan, I’m just now getting the signal here. Is the place you’re in- have either a basement or an upstairs?” He asked.

“Both. I think.” She answered.

“Ok, what you’re going to do is open the door to the basement and then run upstairs. But stay low and try not to get seen.

“It’s gonna be hard with this backpack on my back.” She offered.

“Then take the backpack off and throw it into the basement before you go upstairs. Chances are, they’re tracking whatever is in the backpack.” Payton directed her before she did as he told her and opened the pantry, then the bathroom before finally finding the door to the basement and tossed it down the stairs before she quickly and quietly closed the doors and then crouched and went towards the stairs.

“Ok, the backpack is in the basement, I’m headed up the stairs. Now what?” She asked.

“Get to any room with a locking door. Lock it and then leave it closed but not inside the room itself. But it’s going to give you time for help to come. Get to the farthest bedroom. Do not lock that door, but hide in the closet.” He instructed her before she heard the other jumper break into the house next door and then, the gun that they had, was being fired.

“They’ve followed me here, they’re going to the other houses and they’re shooting the neighbors!” She whispered in a whimper from the closet before she heard guns go off form all the houses all around her.

“They’re shooting all the neighbors! All around me! More jumped after me!” There’s a whole group of them!” She breathed before the door got kicked in downstairs.

“Shit! They’re here! They’re inside! They’re gonna find me! But Grandma told me not to jump.” She shuddered as tears streaked down her face.

“Yes, don’t jump. They will follow you. Don’t jump. We just need to get to you first. But for now, be quiet, be as quiet as you can be. But if they get to you first, fight, fight for your life and fight like hell until we can get to you ok?” He tried to coach her before the intruders came up the stairs.

“You still with me Teagan?” He asked, but all he heard was shuddering breath.

“Press the pound sign if you can’t talk.” He told her before she did.

“It’s gonna be ok. Help is only seconds away. I have an entire team coming for you. And they will be in the house in only a second.” He tried to say before she felt the tingle and then suddenly all around her, a whole group jumped into every room of the house and suddenly all the guns were going off before she was in another glass box, this one, not moving but bullets were bouncing off of it. She was essentially a goldfish and in fishbowl. She could see and hear but not escape. She felt so helpless as she heard the barrage of gunfire all around her but was helpless to either help or escape.

Then, once again, silence before the glass vanished.

“Teagan? Teagan Smitherson?” She heard her name.

“Someone is calling my name.” She breathed into the phone.

“That’s Commander Juno. You can answer her, you’re safe.” He told her as he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Juno?” Teagan finally answered before the closet door was opened.

“Hi Teagan. I’m Juno Bexly. Payton sent me here to get you. You’re safe now.” Juno offered as she offered Teagan her hand to help her to her feet.

“You’re safe now Teagan. That’s Commander Juno. She’s a badass. She’ll take great care of you from here on out ok? You did great. I’m so proud of you. You’re gonna be ok.” Payton offered.

“Thank you Payton. Thank you for helping me.” Teagan tearfully offered.

“You’re welcome. Happy to help. I’m gonna hang up now ok? I’m gonna check up on your grandparents. You’ll be ok.” Payton urged.

“Yes, please, thank you. Goodbye.” She answered before she hung up the phone.

“Is the backpack still in the basement?” Teagan asked Juno.

“No, they got it before we could get here. Half of them jumped out the moment we jumped in. Half of my team is jumping after them and hunting them down. We killed all the others.” She offered as Teagan watched as the dead bodies were tagged and then jumped to somewhere else.

“What about the neighbors?” Teagan tearfully asked.

“They’re all dead, aren’t they?” Teagan asked before Juno nodded.

“All for me? All for…a backpack?! What the fuck was in that thing?” Teagan asked before Juno enveloped her into a hug.

“I don’t know. But backpacks can be replaced. You can’t.” Juno tried to offer.

“But what about Granny and Papa? Are they still alive?” Teagan asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard.” Juno offered.

“But for now, let’s just get you somewhere safe ok?” Come on, I’m gonna jump us back to base.

“Wait, where am I?” She asked.

“We’re in a suburb of Nashville Tennessee.” She answered.

“But…But I jumped from Oregon.” Teagan offered.

“Actually you jumped a hundred and eleven times around the world. Which is why we had such a hard time tracking you and finding you. But now, we’re about to jump to Washington D.C.” Juno informed her before they stepped onto a jump pad. But Juno jumped. Teagan was simply left to stand there.

“Oh shit. Boss, we have a problem. Miss Smitherson can’t jump.” Someone reported.

“That’s ridiculous.” Juno answered before she jumped back and tried to jump again.

“What the fuck is going on?” Juno barked at the others.

“I don’t know.” They offered before they tried to give Teagan a body tag and the body tag itself jumped, but not her.

“General Jordan, we have a problem. We can not get the target to jump.” Juno reported into a radio on her shoulder.

“Try every dimensional jump we can.” General Jordan offered before Teagan was moved from pad to pad as they were all set up around the house. But with no success.

“What the everloving fuck?” Juno growled.

“This is not your fault Teagan. This is not your fault. I just have never had any being not be able to jump before.” Juno quickly reassured her.

“When my grandma sent me, she put me in a glass tube.” Teagan volunteered.

“And right before you came, another glass tube came around me.” Teagan added.

“Gods damn it.” Juno hissed in realization.

“Hey General Jordan. I think have to Glass Cannon her.” Juno informed her superior.

“Glass Cannon?” Teagan repeated.

“Glass Cannons is a very, very specific form of jumping. It takes glass from the mirror realm to encase the subject in a bullet proof, perfect case, The only time the glass cannon shatters is when it delivers the payload to a final destination. That’s how you survived 111 jumps with no harm to your being whatsoever, most can’t do more than 20 without getting violently ill.” Juno explained.

“When I jumped here, the glass shattered. I expected it to cut me.” Teagan answered.

“Where? Where did it jump you here?” Juno asked before Teagan led them to the downstairs closet and the moment they opened the closet, it looked like there was a heap of snow on the floor of the closet before everyone else took a huge step back as Juno pulled Teagan away and behind her.

“Oh shit. This isn’t normal glass. This is….this is snow glass. It’s the most specialized glass there is. When it breaks, it falls like snow. But it acts like fiberglass to everyone else. Only the most precious world leaders jump and portal in snow glass. Who put you into this?” Juno realized.

“My grandparents, Hyacinth…” Teagan began.

“And Jude Smitherson, also known as Raine’s Pheonix, orchestrators of the Central Hub.” Juno finished as she seemed to look at Teagan with more appreciation.

“Excuse me?” Teagan asked.

“They are very important people. I’ve never met a family member of theirs. Ok. If Raine’s Pheonix saw fit to send you in snow glass. We’ll…find a way to send you back to safety in snow glass.” Juno offered.

“I need a snow glass sent here. Target is leaded out.” Juno directed into her communicator on her shoulder.

“Leaded out?” Teagan asked.

“It’s a thing for your protection. Your grandparents made it so that no one can jump you without snow glass. And no one can get that and we have to get all kinds of special permissions to even get one.” Juno admitted.

“Captain, we have a problem. The target is leaded out. And can only be portaled through a snow glass cannon. The only way to bring her in is either we need to get one, or bring her back physically. I will need an envoy.” Juno reported.

“Now that the target is secured. We need to secure the payload. I need your team to continue to track it.” General Joradan instructed.

“I can take her back Sir.” Juno offered.

“No, I need you to lead your team to secure the payload.” General Jordan contested.

“I’ll go. It’s the least I can do for Raine’s Pheonix.” Payton offered from beside the General who had come into Headquarters once alerted that Raine’s Pheonix and the central hub had fallen.

“Ok, go.” General Jordan insisted before Payton vanished into a shadow and came out of a second one on the other side as Juno nearly jumped out of her skin. But Teagan had turned her head towards the darkness seconds before Payton got out of it.

“I hate it when you do that Blackwater.” Juno complained.

“Sorry. Miss Smithenson.” He offered to Teagan.

“You’re Payton. From the phone.” Teagan recognized his voice.

“Yes. I understand that you’re leaded out. Practically bullet proof.” Payton began as Teagan blinked in surprise.

“That’s what she meant.” Teagan whispered.

“That’s what who meant?” Payton asked.

“My grandmother, before she put me in that snow glass cannon. She said she would make me bulletproof.” Teagan repeated as she reached up to rub her neck where her grandmother had injected her.

“Did she say anything else?” Payton asked.

“It’s um, it’s just all fuzzy and then a blurr.” Teagan offered.

“Well, it’s been a rough night. You should be getting some sleep. I’ll get you somewhere safe, away from all of this.” Payton offered as he gestured the shot to smithereens house.

“Thank you.” Teagan nodded.

“Do you trust Payton?” Teagan murmured to Juno as she was reluctant to let go of Juno’s arm.

“Oh yeah. You’re in great hands. Think of me as a first responder and he’s a whole damn Emergency Room, if not- the whole ass hospital. He will protect you with his life. He has some real power behind him, I only have my team. I’m gonna hunt the bastards down and give those caught in the crossfire tonight, justice.” Juno nodded.

“Well, teamwork makes the dream work right?” Teagan reminded her.

“Of course. Besides, with just you and him, you’ll be able to move to the D.C. Headquarters a lot easier and quicker than me and my team could get you there. One woman being protected by 6 armed body guards in a three SUV caravan is gonna turn some heads. But just the two of you traveling alone are gonna look like a couple on a road trip. No one is gonna give you and him a second thought or glance. You’ll practically be invisible to the average set of eyes. Plus Payton practically sets the standard for asset care. But when I’m done hunting, I’ll come back and check up on you ok?” Juno offered.

“Ok. Thank you Juno. Good luck.” Teagan offered as she gave Juno another hug.

“You’ll be ok. You’re in safe hands.” Juno reassured Teagan.

“Here, since you had to throw off your backpack to throw your scent off. Take this ok? It’s practically a standard issue asset bug out bag. Chances are, that backpack was just a bug out bag. This is another one. It’ll get you by until you can get to home base, ok? You’ll be ok. Don’t be afraid to take and use everything in it ok? Think of this as a gift, one that you never have to pay back ok? Your grandparents most likely sent you with a bug out bag and you had to dump yours to throw off your scent. This is just a replacement,, ok?” Juno offered before she handed Teagan a duffle bag that was handed to her from another teammate.

“Thanks.” Teagan offered as she took it from her and tried not to fall over when she felt like the bag weighed half as much as she did.

“Come on, we should get out of here.” Payton invited before he escorted her out of there and into a vehicle parked in the driveway before Teagan got in the passenger side and just stared, rather blankly at her hands with the duffle bag between her feet as Payton began to drive out of there before a series of clean up vans came driving into the cul de sac as Teagan recognized the name of the cleaners.

“The Wright Clean.” Teagan scoffed when she recognized it. That’s what they were really doing. They were probably always cleaning this kind of thing up.

But now, how big was this mess that she found herself in now? And how far would go?

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