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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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insomniac II k.mccabe x reader

kinda love this, kinda hate this. based around the request here insomniac II k.mccabe x reader

you sighed quietly as your eyes started to ache, latched wide awake and glaring up at the ceiling, counting sheep no longer working as it never did.

you'd tried everything under the sun to settle enough to sleep for more than a broken half hour, it never worked. there was always a small part of you that was wired, buzzing and alight with an energy that came from god knows where.

you'd tried medication of course at the advice of your doctor but it just left you feeling spaced out and drowsy, often waking up just as tired as if you'd stayed awake through the night anyway.

your mind ticked over and over thoughts swirling round your head like fish in a pond, never stopping or slowing always just going around and around no real destination or end in sight.

it was always at its worst when you had something to fixate on and tomorrows derby was exactly that. your worries and doubts about your performance crept in, picking and picking and picking at every little insecurity or doubt or worry that crept in with your walls down and at your most vulnerable.

then you were bold enough to tap your phone, big mistake.

3:47am.

you silently screamed, dragging your hands down your face, now somehow even more awake with the glaring reminder of the time, your alarm set for 8:30am.

your hand hovered on the bedside table, fingers just inches away from your phone as you bit down on your bottom lip. you knew she would be here in ten minutes flat despite living double that distance away, foot to the floor at your beckoned call.

you normally slept soundly with your girlfriend beside you, her strong arms wrapped around you, slender fingers carded through your hair and the repeated steady thumping of her heartbeat lulling you into the most dreamless sleep you could ever wish for.

but that didn't mean it happened every single time, and you knew better than to mess with katie's sleep schedule as well as your own. so on the nights before matches you always had some sort of excuse prepared why you couldn't spend the night with her, and you weren't sure katie believed all of them, but she never pushed you about it.

6:52am.

you suddenly jolted back awake, a sudden chilling anxiety creeping in that you'd overslept you were quick to tap your phone, groaning loudly seeing the time, having only fallen asleep around a quarter to five.

giving up with a sigh you kicked off the covers, sending them flying to the floor with a soft thump as you swung out of bed, rubbing your face and leaving your phone to charge. grabbing your blanket off the ground you wrapped it around you and padded out to the living room.

you collapsed onto your lounge with a deafeated sigh, wrapped in your doona like a burrito as you clicked the tv on, settling for the cooking channel knowing it wasn't something you'd be too focused on watching.

"baby? darlin?" your eyes fluttered awake hearing a voice faintly calling your name, though assuming it was some sort of dream you settled yourself again. "jesus christ here ya are!" but they shortly opened again as the voice grew louder, and you blinked tiredly seeing a blurry figure looming over you.

"hey. did you sleep here?" hands softly grabbed your face as you blinked again and suddenly your girlfriends worried face was hovering near yours as she knelt down by the lounge.

"no i just...just dozed off. what time is it?" you asked groggily, barely able to keep your eyes open as katies frown deepened. "ten. you were a no show for breakfast, i was worried something happened to ya." katie spoke quietly, thumbs stroking your flushed cheeks.

"oh shit! i'm so sorry." you exhaled, shooting up suddenly as her hands fell to her sides and you rubbed your eyes, seeing stars for a moment as you stopped and stretched. "i thought i set my alarm and i-" you stopped, frantically patting around you and coming up empty.

"it's in my room." you realised with a sigh, burying your face in your hands as katie moved to sit beside you. "hey, did you sleep at all last night? don't take this the wrong way sweets but ya look like shit." katies tone was laced with concern, unable to ignore the deep bags under your eyes.

"yeah yeah i'm fine. how long have i got?" you brushed off her worry with a shake of your head. "couple hours. is your bag packed?" katie questioned, wanting nothing more than to continue questioning you but knowing that wasn't going to help anything right now.

"no, i was supposed to get up and do it before i met you for breakfast." you groaned in realization, the stress already mounting on your shoulders at your careless error. "hey." katie grabbed your hands, tugging them away from your face and turning you to look at her.

"you go and have a shower, do your skin care stuff or whatever you call it. i'll pack your bag and cook us somethin to eat, okay?" she stated more than questioned, staring you down as you nodded, knowing better than to try and argue with her.

"sorry." you exhaled into her shoulder as she pulled you into a tight hug. "don't be. my job to look after ya when you forget, god knows you've done it for me!" her body vibrated with a small chuckle as she pulled away, placing a kiss to your forehead and nodding for you to head toward the bathroom.

"smells good baby, thank you." your hoodie covered arms wrapped around the slightly taller girls hips, your cheek resting against her back as you leaned into her where she stood by your stove dishing up.

you kissed her cheek appreciatively as she handed you a plate, nodding for you to sit down as she dished up her own food. "you gonna be honest about not sleepin then?" katie asked, breaking the silence once filled by the scraping of cutlery against plates.

"i told you, i'm fine." you sighed at her concern, rolling your eyes and continuing to eat. "you're not." katie pushed, jaw clenching at your denial. "i am katie, drop it." you warned, fixing her with a firm look which she only met with one of her own.

"whatever, stubborn idiot." your girlfriend scoffed quietly, shaking her head as you bit your tongue not to snap at her, knowing part of the reason you were so moody was because you hadn't slept, and you hardly wanted to any further prove her worries to be worthwhile.

the silence continued as you finished eating, grabbing yours and your girlfriends dishes and washing them up, leaving her to have some space to cool down before you'd both need to be in game mode.

sure enough right as you were finished she appeared, hugging you tightly from behind as her face tucked into your neck. "ya know i only bug you about it cause i care, right?" katie mumbled as you sighed, moving your hands to rest on top of hers.

"i know. but i don't need this today, we have bigger things to focus on." you spoke gently, leaning back into her a little more and feeling her nod, the two of you standing there just appreciating one anothers embrace for a moment, katie gently swaying the two of you side to side.

"right i'm getting seasick babe." you joked, tapping her hands as they let go of your waist and the irishwoman unwound from around you. "mm not so fast darlin. think ya might be forgettin somethin?" katie caged you in against the counter, arms either side of your body and a cheeky grin ingrained into her features.

"hmm. breakfast? check. shower? check. cuddle? check. bags packed? check. sounds like we're ready to leave love!" you smiled teasingly, knowing exactly what she wanted. "think harder." katies body pressed into yours, grin growing as she leant in closer and closed.

"oh! of course baby, how could i forget." you gasped, leaning up as if to kiss her but ducking under her arm, the older girl stumbling forward as you darted away. "gotta put my trainers on!" you winked as she quickly turned.

you laughed as she chased after you, grabbing the back of your pants and yanking you down onto the lounge before you could make a break for the front door, your body toppling down on top of hers.

"caught ya baby girl!" she grinned, bunching your hoodie in her fists and pulling your mouth to meet hers, the two of you smiling into the kiss. you indulged her for a few moments, allowing her tongue to slip in as you grabbed her face deepening the kiss even further before forcing yourself to pull away.

"baby as much as i love you and i love doing this, we're running late."

"hey y/l/n, can i grab you for a second please?" you looked up from where you were stretching with a few of the girls, one of the assistant coaches and medic waiting for you as you nodded, excusing yourself from your previous conversation with frida and noelle.

"is everything alright?" you questioned with a frown, the two of them requesting you come to the medical room with them. your worry grew when neither of them answered you, and it doubled as you entered the room and saw you weren't alone.

"okay why do i feel like this is an intervention? are you sending me to AA?" you joked, tone laced with nervousness as both your captains for club and for country sat waiting.

"please take a seat. you're not in any trouble we just want to talk about something that's been flagged." martin, the assistant coach smiled kindly, gesturing for you to take a seat as you pulled yourself up onto one of the physio benches.

"flagged?" you frowned, confusion peaking into curiosity. "its been mentioned you've been having some trouble sleeping, and this has raised some questions about your ability to be match fit today." kim spoke up first, eyes raking over you with concern.

"let me guess, katie?" you rolled your eyes, nerves and confusion now replaced with annoyance and frustration. "easy mate, you know she loves you which is why its being taken seriously, she'd hardly lie." leah spoke softly but fixed you with a look as you opened your mouth to argue.

"what have i got to do to prove i'm fine then? i can play! look i'm wide awake. i'll count backwards from 100? walk a straight line? do the alphabet?" you rambled on, eyes daring around the room.

"this isn't to test if you've been drinking and driving." martin chuckled. "so what do i need to do? other than go and warm up, which i'm missing!" you made a point, pointing out of the door and toward the pitch.

"katie said you didn't sleep last night, and that you've struggled with a regular sleep schedule for a rather long time." julie the medic questioned, having you look in a few different directions as she shone a bright light in your eyes.

"i have insomnia, its diagnosed and the club has record of that. it's never stopped me playing before." you winced at the light, blinking a few times to adjust as she finished with a hum. "do you take medication to help you sleep?" julie questioned.

"....yeah." you answered, clearly a little too slowly for everyone's liking. "don't lie." leah warned, crossing her arms sternly. "i used to take benzodiazepines but i stopped because i was waking up feeling even worse than if i just didn't sleep." you admitted honestly with a sigh.

"have you seen a doctor about that? tried other medication?" julie pressed, scribbling things down on a clipboard.

"i've seen multiple doctors and tried everything. i've not had a proper sleep schedule since i was a teenager and i still play at my best every single match. so why the hell is my fitness and ability being questioned now from the concerns of one person? a person who wasn't even with me last night to know if i slept or not!" you snapped, patience coupled with a lack of sleep bubbling over.

"sorry." you apologized quickly, looking down at the floor. "if you're not sleeping, you're not rested. and if you're not rested your body is more susceptible to fatigue and to injuries." julie spoke up first, handing her clipboard to martin whose eyes raked over her findings with a frown.

"the line up is already announced and i'm starting. you can't bench me, please! it's the derby and i am fine." you all but begged, sending pleading looks to both kim and leah to back you up. "it's not our call." kim sent you a small sympathetic smile as you groaned, head thumping back against the wall behind you as you awaited your fate.

"we'll be back in just a minute." martin promised as he and julie stepped out for a moment, door closing behind them. "this is such bullshit." you spat, pulling your knees up to your chest and glaring at the wall.

"why haven't you told any of us about this? why hasn't katie brought it up until now?" kim asked with a frown as you rolled your eyes. "because i am fine, and its nobodies business anyway! its not like im a fucking vampire and i don't ever sleep." you grumbled, body hunched over and tense with frustration.

"don't bite our heads off! we care too." leah warned making you roll your eyes. "if you cared you'd back me up and advocate they let me play." you huffed, glancing to the door and frowning as it still didn't open.

"how long did you sleep last night then?" kim questioned with a raised eyebrow. "again, don't lie." leah added on, forever like the nagging sister you'd never had before.

"few hours here and there, i got enough. i feel fine!" "if you say you're fine one more time i'm gonna shove my-" "leah that is not helping right now."

luckily enough for you martin and julie returned before either kim or leah could say another word, your nerves increasing as you looked between them eagerly awaiting their verdict.

"you can play today."

you sighed in relief, pumping your fist happily but your smile dropped as julie held up a hand. "but you'll need to start seeing a therapist weekly, and we'll need to see an updated diagnosis and medication review." she finished as your eyes bugged in surprise.

"a therapist?" you scoffed pulling a face. "would you rather be benched?" leah warned raising an eyebrow as you held your hands up in surrender. "okay! i agree to that. now can i go and warm up please?" you hopped down from the bench, waiting eagerly to be dismissed as martin nodded with a flick of his hand and within seconds you were gone.

but as your feet hit the pitch again, there was only one target you locked in on, marching angrily towards her.

"oi what the fuc-" she turned around with a murderous glare as you shoved her in the back sending her stumbling forward. "you've got some fucking nerve mccabe." you shoved her again, eyes slit into a glare of your own.

"baby listen just-" "don't you baby me. how dare you go behind my back and complain to the coaching staff that i'm not match fit who the hell do you think you are?" she grabbed your hands in hers as you tried to push her again, holding on tightly and dragging you back toward the tunnel, ignoring your complaints.

"i'm ya girlfriend and your team mate, and as both of those i know you're not match fit. those bags under your eyes aren't louis v darlin." katie spat as you yanked your hands out of her grip. "i don't care who you are, you had no fucking right katie you almost got me benched for one of the most important matches of the season!" you growled, both of your hands balled into fists.

"oh is that so? well if i had my way you'd be benched till you learned to act your fucking age and how to look after yourself!" katie shot back with a sneer, both of you far too agitated and hot headed to think rationally about the words exchanged.

"girls!"

before either of you could continue to lash out your heads snapped toward kim who stood a few metres away, captains armband on and hands on her hips, leah lingering behind her with the same unimpressed look.

"you're a fucken child sometimes throwing ya toys out when ya don't get your own way. grow up!" katie spat before storming off back to the pitch as you scoffed, opening your mouth to yell after her before an arm fell to your shoulder and a hand covered your mouth.

"you'll thank me later." leah warned, guiding you back out to the pitch as kim headed off after katie.

and you hadn't entirely lied you were feeling fine...for the first twenty or so minutes of the match.

you hated to admit it but the longer you played the more you really realized how tired you were, you missed easy passes, your tackles were sloppy and you found yourself far more out of breath than usual.

when the half time whistle finally sounded after six minutes of extra allotted injury time your shoulders sagged with relief, and you found yourself doubled over with your hands on your knees.

"you right mate?" you knew from the voice that it was lotte but as you looked up to her her face was blurred and you could only nod, following after her and into the tunnel.

you paused to lean against the wall once you were out of sight, rubbing your eyes and seeing stars but with a few shakes of your head your vision cleared and you stumbled into the change rooms, missing the concerned looks thrown your way by a few of your team mates.

"fuck off i'm fine." you mumbled as katie approached you, scoffing in disbelief and shaking her head, storming off to sit on the other side of the room as jonas started to address everyone.

you tried your best to listen, but your ears were ringing lightly and you found your fingers jammed into them, wiggling desperately to try and cease the noise, too distracted to hear a few of the girls try to check in with you.

it was only when a hand fell to your shoulder that you jolted to attention, your face flushing bright red in embarrassment as you realized you'd been directly addressed by the coaching staff.

"sorry i got some grass in my ear. can you repeat that please?" you questioned softly, shrugging off jens hand and doing your best to focus on the new tactics being explained to you, nodding along and giving martin a thumbs up once he finished.

noticing a few of the other girls murmuring to one another and flicking you the occasional glance, especially katie who was sat with alessia and jen. with a roll of your eyes you grabbed your water bottle, pushing up to your feet ignoring the way your head swam and your vision blurred a little as you did, storming out of the change room.

you downed the rest of your water, again rubbing your eyes as you dropped your bottle in the holder by the bench, stretching as the rest of the girls all filed back out of the tunnel.

you felt katie's eyes bore into the side of your head as you all returned to the pitch, ignoring the overwhelming urge to meet her gaze as you settled into position, wincing at the sound of the whistle as tottenham kicked off.

it was still deadlocked at 1-1 when the first round of substitutions were made, katie, beth and lia taken off for amanda, cloe and kyra. your head was thumping and it had started to ache behind the back of your eyes but you were determined to push on.

however your girlfriend had other ideas.

"martin ya gotta get her taken off man. look at her she's strugglin!" katie quietly begged the man, who advised he was unable to do anything as the subs had already been set and the tactics formed. katie continued to plead until eventually jonas stepped in, ordering her back to her seat with an agreement he'd keep an eye on you the next ten minutes.

he didn't need that long.

moments are katie took her seat, arms crossed and a thundering glare of discontent on her face, arsenal were awarded a corner by a poorly cleared ball from the spurs.

steph stood up to take it and you huddled in by the post, flanked by a defender on either side as it appeared almost the entire starting 22 crammed into the goal posts, half desperate to score and half desperate to defend.

you were jostled side to side, a few shoves into your back by the keeper as you did your best to hold your ground, the ringing in your ears returning as you blinked rapidly trying to clear it.

then you heard the crack of stephs boots meeting the ball, eyes widening as black dots blurred your vision and you jumped, the ball soaring closer and closer as chaos erupted in the box, a flurry of bodies pushing and shoving and jumping.

suddenly you felt a searing pain split open your head and your vision went black, your body thumping to the pitch with a sickening thud, the awful clang of where your forehead had bounced off the goal post echoing around the box.

the ball hit the back of the net off frida's head but nobody made a move to celebrate as a crowd formed around you, the medics racing over and clearing them as it took three of your team mates to hold katie back from sprinting off after them.

your eyes opened and you groaned as the light pierced through them, feeling it hit the back of your skull as something wet trickled into your mouth catching you off guard as you started to cough and splutter.

you heard someone ask if you could feel your toes and you held up a singular thumb, then came questions about your back and your neck and it was confirmed a stretcher wasn't needed.

very slowly you were helped to your feet, arms slung around the medics and eyes drooped shut as your body sagged limply, feeling julie press a cloth to your forehead as bodies moved around you, unable to look like anything more than colorful blobs as your head screamed for a reprise, the screaming of the crowd only making it worse.

within seconds the yelling was cut off, your body laid down on the physio table. without as much background noise and direct light you were able to open your eyes, blinking a few times as your ears stopped ringing and slowly you came a little more to.

"what? what did you say?" you slurred, hearing your name mentioned as your head was gently lifted up and someones body slotted beneath you, your head now resting in their lap.

"just stay quiet for a second, relax." you recognized the voice to be leahs, and could make out the words concussion, stitches and hospital. "no hospital!" you slurred out, trying to sit up as leah gently held you down, one hand on your chest as the other continued to press gauze on the large cut on your forehead.

"the ambulance is nearly here. i'm gonna go with you and so is julie, they need to clean and stitch your head kid, this is a nasty cut." leah warned softly as your vision came a little more to and you could make out her face.

not having anything left in you to argue you only nodded. "katie." you managed to get out as they helped you to your feet and paramedics entered, julie briefing them on what had happened.

"she's grabbing your bag and she'll meet us there."

you didn't remember much else after that, until suddenly you became aware of a pain in your neck and you shifted, trying to reach your fist up to punch your pillow into a more comfortable position.

"ah fuck!" you swore as your hand instead collided with the metal railing of the hospital bed, your eyes fluttering open as you blinked a few times. "hey hey hey, no sudden movements." leah shot up from the chair beside your bed as you tried to sit up.

"why the fuck am i in a hospital bed?" you groaned, laying back down with her help.

"you went headfirst into the goal post my girl, split your forehead right open top to tail and gave us all one hell of a scare." leah explained as you gently touched your forehead, wincing as you pressed lightly on the stitches and leah clicked her tongue at you and swatted your hand away.

"did we win?" you questioned, leah unable to help a smile from curling onto her lips as she shook your head. "yeah we won." leah chuckled as you let out a small sigh of relief, quickly noticing you and leah were alone.

"where's katie?" you asked, afraid of the answer as leah shot you a lot of pity and you shrank into yourself. "she's really pissed off with me, isn't she?" you sighed, squeezing your eyes closed regretful of your actions.

"she was here before, but she just needed a little space to cool off." leah smiled sympathetically as you nodded in understanding. "so i guess i'm in a bit of shit with everyone then." you mumbled quietly, looking up at the roof.

"as much as you infuriate me i could never stay mad at you for all that long, none of us could. but you are on bed rest for the next three days, your iron levels are severely low so you'll need an infusion, and you're not cleared to play for two weeks at least." leah recounted everything the doctor had told her earlier.

"doing my job for me!" speaking of, the man strode in with an amused smile toward leah and greeting you, stopping at the foot of your bed as leah moved your bed into a sitting position at his request.

he didn't waste any time, affirming what leah said was all correct and now you were awake you were okay to be discharged, but that you weren't to use any sort of electronics, drive a car or be around any bright light for at least twenty four hours.

you'd not need to come back in to have the stitches removed, the arsenal medics trained enough to do that themselves. but if you had any symptoms of concussion, vision issues or any dizziness you were to come right back to be assessed.

you only nodded, barely having the energy to speak as the doctor turned his attention onto leah instead. within the hour you were dressed into a pair of your own sweats and given your discharge papers, leahs arm over your shoulder guiding you out of the hospital and toward her car, slipping her sunglasses on over your eyes as you left.

"are you coming in?" you asked hesitantly as leah pulled up outside your home. "katie's there, i already called her and filled her in on everything." leah explained with a smile as you nodded, sighing deeply but thanking leah with a hug and kiss to the cheek, promising to look after yourself.

by the time you'd pulled away from the hug your girlfriend was already waiting on the front steps, having heard leahs car pull up in the driveway. her head was covered with a hoodie, arms crossed over her chest with an unreadable expression on her face.

you hadn't even opened the door before she was in front of you, helping you out wordlessly as your body sagged into hers, the pain medication and lack of sleep all hitting you like a truck as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"i'm so sorry." you managed out quietly as the two of you entered your home, katie closing the door quietly after you. "stop." she responded softly, and your body filled with relief as she wrapped you in a tight tight hug.

"i was so fucken scared." you heard the irishwoman whisper, vulnerability leaking from her tone as she exhaled shakily. "i'm so sorry, i should have listened to you." you admitted, moving to look up at her, your heart breaking at the fear in her eyes.

"i should have spoke with you before going to the trainers. but right now you need to rest baby girl." she smiled, placing a tender kiss to your puckered lips.

you let out a small laugh as her hands hooked under your thighs, hoisting you up and into her arms as your legs wrapped around her waist. "hold on tight spidermonkey." she teased as your head fell to her shoulder with a sigh.

"i wish i never made you watch twilight."

"close your eyes please baby." katie instructed as you arrived to your bedroom, door firmly closed as you didn't bother to argue, eyes slipping shut as you heard the doorknob click and squeak open.

"keep em closed till i say so." you felt her lower your body into bed, kissing your forehead beside your stitches softly as you nodded. you heard her thump and move around the room for a few moments before you felt her slip into bed beside you.

"open darlin."

you did so and your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on the roof. "oh baby." you managed out, tears welling up in your eyes.

"i know counting sheep doesn't help, but i thought maybe these might be a little easier." katie whispered, tugging your body into hers as you stared up at the small glow in the dark galaxy of stars now stuck all over your roof.

"how did you even...." "got a lot of helpin hands." "it's perfect katie baby, thank you."

you turned and pressed your lips to hers, your girlfriend gently pushing you away with a sorry smile. "doctors orders." she explained and you nodded with a small sigh, katie ducking down and stealing one more kiss.

"please go to sleep gorgeous, for as long as you need. i'll be right here the entire time." the brunette promised, having already drawn your blinds and blocked out all possible light she could.

you didn't have it in you to even say another word, her arms wrapped securely around you and hands playing with your hair pulling you into a deep cocoon of comfort.

soft nothings were mumbled into your forehead as katies lips lingered there, careful of your stitches. the gentle hum of her voice lulled you into a dreamless sleep, the pain medication taking off the edge and allowing you to properly rest.

and it was safe to say there wasn't a single night before a match you spent alone anymore.

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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the leclerc daycare || cl16 fic

charles leclerc x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

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Summary: Charles Leclerc was a father first and a driver second. So maybe being left alone with Hervé, Jules and PJ for the night wouldn't be much of an issue. OR Aimee Leclerc travelled with her sisters and Charles got a firsthand experience of watching his kids by himself (alongside his kids’ uncles Esteban and Pierre).

Content warning: dad!Charles centric, fatherhood, mentions of pregnancy, dad!F1 Drivers x OFCs appearance (Hearth sisters!OFCs), Uncle Estie and Uncle Pierre, doubts of being a good parent, shitty French translations by Apple, wtf is beta reading

Note: Dad Charles, Dad Charles, Dad Charles content enjoy xx

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Aimee and her sisters were known for being extroverts with introverted tendencies. They communicated with anyone who’d approach them and more often than not, would keep in contact with them in case of any business.

They didn’t like hanging out with them, as much though. Not as much as they preferred being around their sisters. Aimee, especially, didn’t enjoy being around new people— not as often as any other person would. She would much rather be around her sisters or her husband and his mates. Having three kids, with another two on the way, did something about her interest in socializing with other people. It was fairly limited before until she began attending playdates or programs for toddlers that allowed her children to make friends with others — interacting with parents was common.

Regardless, going out for two days was different — especially when her sister, Sylvie, was wanting to celebrate her engagement before she gets married in a month. Much like the other two sisters, they preferred a day out without any friends. Just the four of them, chatting each other’s ears off. Aimee Leclerc was alright with that.

“Je ne veux pas que maman parte!” I don’t want Mummy to leave.

The littles, though, weren’t alright with that. Jules cried his eyes out the moment he saw Aimee dressed in some satin dress. She had a weekender bag next to her vanity, the boy picking up on the fact that his mother was leaving.

It was Charles’ week off before the next race, and rather than going to Maranello, he deliberately made the choice to stay at home and do his sim practices instead. After all, Aimee had been at home for weeks rather than traveling with McLaren during the races due to her pregnancy. The wonders of having remote work, right?

“J,” Charles shushed his son softly, playing with the soft curls of his mini’s hair. Jules continued to cry as he wrapped his arms around Charles’ neck. “Maman n'est pas sortie pour s'amuser. Ne pensez-vous pas qu'elle mérite de s'amuser?” Mummy hasn’t gone out to have fun. Don’t you think she deserved to have fun?

Then another little babbling came along as Hervé clung to Charles’ leg. “Elle peut s'amuser ici. Papa dit à maman qu'elle peut s'amuser ici!” She can have fun here. Daddy, tell Mummy she can have fun here. Hervé cried too, sobbing as they stood in front of the shut bathroom door.

Aimee put down her mascara and sighed quietly. How the heck was she going to go if her sons were crying like this? The only reason why she’d managed to be roped into nights off before was because Pascale Leclerc had managed to kick her and Charles out of the house before. The boys loved their Mamé and their uncles.

Pascale wouldn’t see them until this afternoon and their uncles were definitely not going to go until they got back from work. It was only 6:45 in the morning.

How the hell were Hervé and Jules awake at this time, anyway? They liked to sleep, so how they managed to get the hell out of their bedroom at this time of the day was a mystery.

Aimee then remembered what her sister said. Intuition. Aimee was the same back when her sister was eighteen and heading to university in the morning. Two year old Aimee would wake up just to say good morning then dash off to have breakfast with the other sisters. So maybe her twins had the kind of intuition when someone’s leaving.

She didn’t think that their reaction would be like this in the morning.

“Oui, but my littles,” Charles crouched down to speak to both his kids, “do you know how Papa’s been working a lot and Maman has been home to have fun with you?”

Hervé and Jules sniffled, but nodded nonetheless. Charles continued, “Papa has fun at work, but it’s Papa’s time to have time with you. Maman deserves to see what’s out there that she can have fun with.”

“We can go out to have fun with Maman!” Hervé cried out, protesting against Charles’ proposal.

“Maman will go somewhere littles can’t go,” Charles told the boys. “How about we have some breakfast and make sure the babies are eating too before Maman goes, hm? Make some breakfast so Maman will be happy and be full of your looove by making her food?”

“Maman sera-t-elle heureuse si nous lui faisons à manger?” Will Mummy be happy if we make her food? Jules asked, the two of them no longer crying. Thank god for that otherwise PJ, their two year old brother, would see it and somehow make himself comfortable at the tear train.

Charles grinned at his boys and nodded, “Oui. Maybe we can make her some chicken and waffles— last I heard, the babies want some chicken.”

Jules wiped his tears away and exclaimed, “Okay! I help, Papa! Herb! Come!” Then ran off the couple’s bedroom, his twin brother hot on his heels as Hervé dashed off.

Charles watched the boys run out and winced, hoping PJ wouldn’t wake up to the loud footsteps made by the older kids as he slumped against the wall by the bathroom.

The door swung open next to him, making him look as Aimee stepped out with a sheepish smile. He approached her carefully and wrapped his arms around her, his hands trailing down the protrusion of her stomach as he sighed, “I hope these two wouldn’t be that much trouble to handle.”

“Hmm,” Aimee hummed happily, taking his hand to kiss the palm of it. “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

Charles scoffed as if Aimee was questioning his superman abilities to stay sane. “I’ve been driving a Ferrari for god knows how long,” he joked, kissing her temple as his other hand continued to caress her stomach. “I’ve gone way past my sanity line. Don’t worry about the three, oui?”

“I’m not worried about your minis,” Aimee giggled, “I’m more worried about you. You’re most likely to go mad once you realize PJ likes a little bit of mischief with Herb and J.”

“As I said,” Charles rolled his eyes, peering down at her as he continued, “I’m no longer sane. I think I’ll be able to find composure.”

The breakfast definitely DID NOT show all of that. Because by the time Charles reached the kitchen, an egg was already cracked open on the floor. Not only that, but Hervé and Jules’ tanned faces (alongside their jammies) were covered in waffle mix after they’ve both dropped the bag of mix on the floor.

But their breakfast wasn’t that much of a disaster, to say the least. In between Aimee’s cooking and the boys’ morning shower, they somehow managed to find some time to eat breakfast. PJ had already woken up when Charles’ voice turned loud enough at the shock just as he stepped into the kitchen. Trying to get him to eat his fruits wasn’t as difficult. He was angelic of all the Leclercs that both Pascale and Aimee had given birth to.

“C’mon, mon chou, last one for Daddy,” Charles opened his mouth wide, trying to get PJ to mimic the action. PJ followed his father, his mouth opening as Charles made airplane noises, his hand twirling around while it held a slice of banana stabbed into a silicone fork. It didn’t take long for the food to land on the toddler’s mouth as he kicked his feet in enthusiasm.

“Tu vois? C'est de la bonne nourriture, n'est-ce pas?” See? It’s good food, don’t you think so? Charles asked his youngest, making the boy nod. “Good boy, PJ.”

Charles turned to look at his twins, who both stood on their two step stools next to their mother as they watched Aimee wash their dishes. Aimee was apparently teaching them how to do their dishes as she said, “Then when it’s clean, you just put it right here.”

“What’s this called, Maman?” Hervé pointed at the display next to the sink.

“It’s a dish rack,” Aimee replied.

“Rack? What does the rack do?” Jules asked, his curious voice making Charles grin to himself. His boys were quite inquisitive about anything. Whenever they’re out, Hervé could point at something and ask. Jules would often follow after Hervé asked.

And it wasn’t anything worrying. Charles and Aimee loved it when they asked a lot, because they had a lot to answer. It’s always a joy to answer their children’s curiosities.

“That’s where you leave the plates after cleaning them,” Aimee answered, now drying her hands on the towel. “It’s to make sure they dry. You don’t eat on wet plates do you?”

“Yuck,” Hervé and Jules pulled a face. “No wet food!”

“Exactly,” Aimee grinned, looking up to see Charles staring at her and their kids lovingly. She then asked, “Are you enjoying your time staring, love?”

Charles shook himself out of his thoughts and said, “Yeah. Mr. Sacha is done with his breakfast too.”

“Oh? He finished it?” Aimee peered down at PJ, “how did you like it, my little bug?”

Aimee didn’t like that nickname at first. PJ had only earned that nickname after everyone learned that she’d gotten more sick with him than she did with the twins, and Esteban joked that her baby was a literal stomach bug. But after some convincing (with the help of Esteban and Mick, dressing PJ as a grasshopper for his first halloween), Aimee finally caved in. PJ was her little bug.

“Little bug loved it well,” Charles grinned, lifting PJ out of his high chair and grabbed the empty plate. He placed down the dirty dish into the sink as Hervé and Jules’ eyes gleamed in excitement. “Boys, let Papa do it later. Maman’s going soon. Who’s coming to pick you up again?”

“All three of them, once that Tils’ picked up Stevie and Sylv.”

��Oh,” he replied, “so is anybody dropping off their car to use yours or…”

“No,” Aimee scoffed. “No one’s touching any of my cars. You are using the SUV, no?”

“That’s kinda assumed already,” Charles replied, “I just thought you’d use your… actually never mind.”

While their family expanded largely over the past few years, their garage did too. Much like her sisters, Aimee had a collection of cats hidden away to avoid being burglarized. Everyone knew about Charles’ custom Pista and the family SUV that they had — an Aston Martin. But they didn’t seem as phased as they were when they found out that Aimee had a vintage Mini Cooper and a coated copper McLaren 765LT hidden somewhere in their family home.

So really… Charles assumed that they’d borrow either one of their hidden gems for the trip as Aimee’s Cooper was often used than Stevie’s military green LaFerrari or Sylvie’s orange Cadillac.

“The poor Cooper’s been treated like a bus for the past few months,” Aimee snorted. “You know I wouldn’t allow them to drive it either.”

The ring on the doorbell had woken up something within the twins as they both squealed and bolted to the door, leaving Charles to yell, “Boys, don’t open the door without— damn it!”

“Charles!” “Sorry! No swearing!”

He then returned to the dining area with Hervé being carried by Aimee’s eldest sister Tilly and Jules with Sylvie. Stevie followed behind as they greeted Aimee, “Morning, Aims! Excited for a good two day vacation?”

“Oh am I ever,” Aimee rolled her eyes, gesturing at her husband, “he’s a different story.”

Sylvie raised a brow and spoke amusedly, “You having fun yet, Charles?”

“I am,” Charles waved off Sylvie’s joking tone, “I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine,” Stevie chuckled, “even Lewis is running a daycare at home.”

“Aun’ ‘Teve,” PJ toddled his way towards Stevie and tugged on her trousers, “L’land?”

Stevie peered down at her little nephew — who was the same age as her youngest, Leland, and cooed, “Leland is at home with Uncle Lew and Lotlot, little bug. Maybe you’ll see him sometime today.”

“Ah speaking of,” Tilly started, looking at Charles now as she said, “I think Lewis and Toto are planning to take the kids out today for the… indoor playground cafe. I’m sure they’ll be happy to have more kids and an extra pair of hands to come along.”

“Oh nice, more kids,” Charles’ face didn’t even show how nice the thought was.

“Good luck taking care of eight kids lads,” Sylvie winked, huffing out a laugh after Aimee nudged her a little bit too hard. “I’d offer Max but he isn’t here. I’m sure Arthur and Lorenzo would be more than happy to help!”

That was a lie. Maybe Lorenzo would help a lot, but Arthur… Now Arthur was a good uncle, but he often leaned more into the chill uncle side than the kind who would somehow watch his words around the kids.

And so when the Leclerc boys saw the matriarch off to Stevie’s Bentayga (while Charles continued to remind his wife’s sisters that she was pregnant — practically warning them not to be stupid about driving), he immediately pulled his phone out to text the only people who’d be more than willing to go less sane with the kids.

Charles: Are you up for some insanity? Aimee’s out for today to tomorrow afternoon.

Esteban: What’s in it for me?

Pierre: He just said insanity.

Pierre: I hope you have enough room in your AM.

Charles: Fuck. I guess I’m taking out the Cadillac.

Charles: Will anyone help me take them out of the garage and help me move the boys’ seats to the other SUV?

Esteban: 👍

Pierre: 👌

Esteban Ocon showed up an hour earlier than Pierre did. When he did, he brought along a small gym bag full of his overnight clothes. Alongside his clothes were boxes of Spider-Man figures. Not everyday Esteban got to share his love for Marvel to anyone, and he could help but jump at the chance to introduce No Way Home to the Leclerc boys.

Now, he was in the kitchen, teaching the Leclerc littles how to operate the oven as they baked some chocolate chip cookie dough that they found in the deep depths of the freezer. Perhaps it was a bad idea to have Esteban come over, because he was prone to ruining their diets with his love for pastries.

It was quarter to ten when Pierre finally arrived, with his own overnight bag and… a pile of children’s books? Charles wasn’t sure if he was seeing things right, but then the Frenchman pulled up a pop-up book version of Dr. Seuss from the pile as Charles groaned quietly.

“Ils ont déjà beaucoup de livres, Pierre,” they already have a lot of books, Pierre. Charles told the man when he raised a brow.

“It never hurts for more,” Pierre shrugged, “how did you think PJ learned to speak a lot at this age? He won’t be chatty if it wasn’t for his Oncle P.”

“You only started to get them books because you don’t know how baby sizes work,” Charles told him with a roll of his eyes, shutting the door behind Pierre as they both walked towards the living room.

Charles raised his brow when Pierre settled his bag down on the couch, leaving Pierre to say, “I’d head up to the guest room but I want to see the boys first,” there was a moment of silence between the two of them and in the background played the boys’ daily phonics songs. “Sick beats, by the way.”

The pair headed off to the kitchen, where they found Hervé, Jules and PJ chatting away with their Uncle Estie. The last conversation Charles heard was about the track in Canadian GP, with Hervé saying “The turn there— what is that? Pin? Papa says is pin! It’s wooooosh~ woah, it’s so small, Oncle E!”

“Sharp,” Estie’s signature grin returned to his face as he corrected the boy gently, “the hairpin is sharp, Herb.”

“‘Airpin?” Jules’ head cocked to the side, “I hear my cousin Tia say that!”

“Because that’s what they use for long hairs,” Esteban replied.

“What? All talks, no love for Oncle P?” The three toddlers turned towards the direction of the voice as they grinned widely. PJ, thank god for Charles’ reflex, had jumped off the kitchen island and ran towards his namesake. Pierre Gasly nearly tipped over at the suddenly thud on his legs as he grunted, lifting PJ up to his arms as he hugged the boy tight. “Good morning, Little P! How’s my handsome boy doing?”

“Good, Oncle P!” PJ grinned. “Maman est partie!” Mummy left!

The enthusiasm in his tone broke Charles out of his trance as he laughed. “Sacha, why do you sound happy about Maman leaving?”

“Because she has fun!” Jules reasoned out on behalf of his brother, making PJ nodded eagerly.

And while the two were celebrating the thought, Charles looked at Hervé as he began sobbing quietly. Esteban’s eyes widened, not knowing how to react as the boy began wailing. Tears endlessly flowed out of Hervé’s eyes as he covered them with his forearm.

“Oh no,” Charles sighed quietly. Esteban quickly recovered from shock and immediately lifted Hervé off the counter, allowing the boy to soak his shirt with his tears.

Out of the three boys, Hervé was the only one who took the information to heart. The Leclerc kids were loved by both Aimee and Charles — but Hervé, out of the three, loved Aimee more than anything. He often clung to her like a koala on a tree, and when they’re out and about — Hervé would often hold hands with her more than he would with his Papa. It wasn’t a shock that Charles would witness his eldest cry at the absence of his Maman.

Jules, who was sitting on the counter, stood on the marble surface and reached up to pat his twin on the back carefully. He then said, “t’s okay, Herb!” He wasn’t even sure if Hervé could hear him, but all Jules seemed to care about was comforting his brother.

“Are you sad because Maman’s gone for the day?” Esteban asked, and all he got was a nod in his neck. That, and maybe a wet patch of tears on his neck now. “Okay, okay. Is there anything Papa or your uncles can help you with that can make you feel better.”

“Maman—“ Hervé stuttered, still crying in Estie’s arms.

“Yeah, but Maman’s not here, H,” Estie replied. “What if you show us what can help you feel better? Or do you want Oncle E to help?”

Hervé’s reddened face looked up at Esteban and nodded. “Yeah? You want me to help? Or everyone?”

“I know!” Jules jumped, making Charles reach close to his son with a mutter of ‘Careful, J.’

Hervé turned to his twin as Jules exclaimed, “Princess and Frog!”

“T’ana!” PJ squealed aloud. Hervé’s eyes brightened, all thanks to the suggestion that his brothers proposed not to his tears. Hervé nodded before he wiped his tears away and asked Estie to put him down, to which the man obliged as Charles helped Jules hop off the counter and led the Leclerc littles to the family room.

The adults look at each other. “There will be a lot of that,” Charles smiled meekly.

“Not a bother,” Esteban waved off with a chuckle.

“I need to put my bags upstairs,” Pierre nudged Charles lightly. “Before craziness even begins.”

The oven goes off at the same time, leaving Esteban to turn away and return to the kitchen as he said, “I’ll leave this to cool off. You need help moving cars, you said?”

“Yes please,” Charles replied, following his boys to the living room as they navigated through the Disney app.

He then heard Estie say, “Can I drive her Mc—“

“I can’t let you drive the McLaren, sorry,” Charles interrupted Estie before he could continue on.

Charles: Hey! Are you and Toto still taking the kids out today?

Lewis: Hey Charles! Yeah we’re taking them out today. If we’re gonna get heart attacks we can at least do it together. You in?

Charles: Pierre and Estie would come along, if you don’t mind?

Lewis: Five against eight? We’re still outnumbered. But yea, of course!

Charles: Haha!

One of the joys of having children was the opportunity to dress them. The same could be said for Charles. They always said that it was hard having to dress boys, and while that remained true, it didn’t discourage the Ferrari driver from dressing his boys up whether they’re going out or heading to bed.

He could admit that he couldn’t dress for shit, but it didn’t mean that he’d do the same to his kids.

Neither he and Aimee believed that Jules and Hervé should be dressed the same whenever they’re out because they were twins. In fact, they thought that it would be a bit too confusing for them. At the very beginning of their lives, they were always dressed differently.

The same could be said for today. Hervé was dressed in a Ralph Lauren denim button up and some denim shorts, his hair tied loosely to a bun to avoid his soft curls getting in the way of his face.

Jules, however, was dressed in a white tee (with the infamous Burberry pattern sewn as a pocket) and khaki shorts while his hair was merely brushed back. Esteban Ocon was quite proud of his work of art.

Sacha Leclerc, or PJ, had opted for a soft pink shirt with the Ralph Lauren polo logo on its left chest and some denim shorts with Mickey Mouse embroidered all over the place. He beamed at his Oncle P proudly, immensely proud of his decision to dress like this. Pierre Gasly merely high fived him, proud of his godchild for no reason. He was just proud.

No one was prouder than Pascale Leclerc, though. Just as her hair salon opened and the boys (and the men) took a ten minute trip there, she gasped at the sight of her grandchildren.

“Oh mon! Qui sont ces beaux garçons ? S'agit-il de mes petits-enfants?” Oh my! Who are these handsome boys? Are these my grandchildren? Pascale squealed, excusing herself from her receptionist as she knelt down to get on the level of the toddlers. “You three are always soooo handsome! Did Papa dress you?”

Esteban and Pierre cackled on the side, leaving Charles to look at his mother with an unamused expression. Pascale giggled. It was a running joke in the family that Charles was shit at dressing himself, and when Aimee got married into the family it got even worse — with Arthur starting the chaos with, “Can you believe that, Charles? Two models for sisters-in-law and another who worked for Vogue and you’re still dressed like this?”

“I sure hope not,” Pierre continued behind Charles, leaving the Monegasque to kick his best friend.

“I did!” Jules grinned proudly. “I dress up myself, Mamé!”

“I did too!” Hervé raised his hand, catching the attention of his grandmother. PJ babbled along and told her that he too had dressed himself.

“Wow! Such big boys, you are!” Pascale exclaimed, pulling out her phone to stand up. “Can you smile big for Mamé? Say cheese.”

“Cheeseeee~” the three grinned heavily as Pascale took a photo of the three. Typing for a good second, she finally put her phone away and looked at Charles and his fellow grid mates.

“I sent it to Aimee’s mothers,” Pascale explained herself as the men nodded.

“What are you up to today?” Pascale asked. “I heard the girls are out for today and tomorrow?”

“They’re going to stay in Cannes for the day,” Charles replied before leaning towards his mother and whispered, “Hervé cried twice today, Maman and I’m worried he’s not going to sleep tonight because Aimee’s not here.”

Pascale let out a quick snort and shrugged it off, “Yes he would,” she reassured him with a pat on the head. “He managed to sleep well when you two were out for the weekend.”

“But that’s with you, Maman,” Charles looked back to find Esteban and Pierre preoccupied with the kids as he continued, “What if the three of them won’t settle because I haven’t been around them for too long and I haven’t put them to bed before? Hervé cried because of his Maman. He sees Aimee more than he does me so—“

“Charles, pause,” Pascale grabbed her son on both of his shoulders and shook him out of his thoughts. “Take a deep breath.” The middle Leclerc man obliged, heaving a deep sigh as his mother told him, “He won’t make things hard for you, Charles. He’s not crying because he likes Aimee more than you, but it’s only because he’s going to have to adjust for tonight. Kids, when they’re outside their routine, act differently when they have to follow a new one — so he’s not acting like that because you’re the one who’s with him tonight.”

“Hervé loves you, Charles,” Pascale told him softly. “With how he proudly wears your number on his shirt and his jackets, and how he brags about his Papa in the red car, I think I can say that he loves you so much. He will never ever make things hard for you with Aimee not being here for today— or for all those times she wouldn’t be there. So, don’t worry about it. Just don’t make things hard for him either. Try to make sure he’s comfortable with adjusting his routine. Make sure that your children are feeling comfortable with the thought of doing things differently than usual.”

Charles glanced back at his kids, the pressure on his shoulders long gone as he nodded at Pascale. “Merci, Maman.”

“Yeah of course,” Pascale giggled quietly. “I’ve always wondered the same when your father was gone. Look where I am now. Look at where you are now. The boys just need to adjust a little, Charles. Just make sure you’re there to guide them if needed.”

Lewis Hamilton and Toto Wolff were rarely at Monaco, these days.

After Lewis retired, he thought of selling his house in Monaco. Being a father was what he wanted and clearly, while he was still fit for a celebrity lifestyle he resorted to being a quiet and reserved man. His 5-acre estate in Warwickshire showed something of serenity, their home surrounded by nothing but woods and a river nearby. He was content with being at home with his children while his wife Stevie continued to work as a model and Ferrari’s communications director. He preferred the quiet while he taught his daughter phonemes, and it was clear to everyone he abandoned his flat in Monaco. Now the flat served as his vacation home whenever his family would go on a holiday and see their cousins.

The same goes to Toto. He hadn’t retired as a team principal yet, but his Monaco place no longer held the same value as his estate in Brackley. One of his kids was already eleven (already in year nine) and playing in his school’s association football team and the other (nine years old) had been entering karting tournaments around England almost every weekend. He once told Charles about his estate and how he had it purchased and renovated long before his eldest son with Tilly even existed — how well he valued his home there and wouldn’t exchange it for Monaco or Austria. Much like Lewis, he was content with his home there, and it didn’t help that the Mercedes factory was only a few minutes away from his home. Toto expressed his interest in selling his house in Monaco once that his vintage Mercedes was moved back to Brackley, but then his nephews were born (and were planned to be raised in Monaco). He then decided that it was a home to go to whenever his kids wanted to see the Leclerc kids — their cousins.

So after everyone started talking about Lewis Hamilton and Toto Wolff no longer residing in Monaco and their rare appearance in the streets of the principality, it never came as a shock to anyone anymore. It was still rare, but it was expected.

But the sight of the two, alongside the three current drivers that just sat along the older ones, would be considered hilarious and extra special for the fans. Because not everyday you get to see two Mercedes personnel casually hanging out with a Ferrari driver and two Alpine drivers. At least, not with the two Alpine drivers while they all sat on a cozy indoor playground and cafe in Monte-Carlo. It wasn’t everyday you get to see Toto Wolff and the drivers talk about the racing season while they all sip on some silly cat and animal-themed cups with their kids running amuck in the playing area.

Toto’s two older kids were somewhere else, and Charles could only assume that they were at the football area. None of his kids were crying yet, and so he sat there relaxed as he listened to whatever Lewis was talking about.

“Did you really allow Aimee to go with the girls?” Lewis asked Charles, making the Monegasque nod. “You could’ve said no, that way they’re just stuck here in Monaco.”

“She’ll be fine,” Charles was beginning to think that he was only saying those words to reassure himself, not others. “She hasn’t been out for a while.”

“They still could have found something here,” Lewis pointed out.

Charles rolled his eyes, “That’s true. But Aimee lives here, she knows every curb to avoid and I don’t think I don’t want to bore her to death.”

“Besides,” Charles shrugged nonchalantly, “I don’t want her to think I’m trying to lock her up by making her stay in Monaco all the time.”

“She’s your wife,” Pierre brought up.

“She’s my boys’ Maman, but she’s also been working her ass off trying to keep them happy while I’m gone someplace else,” Charles couldn’t find himself to argue, only telling them what the men needed to hear, “the least I can do is to let her travel the same way I do almost every week.”

“She loves the boys, that’s why her work in McLaren’s now remote,” Toto nodded, reaching on his pastel donut cat cup as he sipped on his tea, “I appreciate you for recognizing that.”

“It’s the only thing I can do besides spend my time with the kids,” Charles replied, looking around to find his kids as Hervé came dashing and jumping into the ball pit of the soft play area. Hervé’s head popped up from the ball pit as he grinned, finding his father watching as he waved enthusiastically. Charles grinned and waved back before he turned back to the men, “I don’t think I’ll ever regret spending my time with them. If anything, I regret leaving Aimee behind while I go away to race. Lessens my time with the boys.”

TWO MERCEDES, A FERRARI AND TWO ALPINES WALK INTO A CAFE: The Popular Fathers of F1 were seen on some Father-Children day out in Monte-Carlo.

“Hamilton, Leclerc and Wolff = Fathers of the Year? PLUS, a surprise appearance of Uncles Esteban Ocon and Pierre Gasly included in this article!”

THE MONTE-CARLO DADDY DAYCARE: These might be the best photos taken of Lewis Hamilton, Toto Wolff and Charles Leclerc yet!

“Where’s Max Verstappen? Oh, and HI ESTIE BESTIE AND PEAR!”

THE HEARTH HUSBANDS: How Toto Wolff, Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc made the best husband materials ever through these photos.

“Max Verstappen, maybe it’s your time to shine, too!”

Aimee: I’m gonna go to sleep now but omg those photos of you and the other two are so funny haha!!! I’ll talk to you more about it tomorrow, but the babies wanted to say goodnight my love :)

Charles: I’ll tell you so much about the boys’ playdate tomorrow. Sleep well, mon cœur ❤️

Aimee: Give them kisses for me?

Charles: Already did for you. Now sleep.

Aimee: Sleep well, my love

“Papa?” At first, Charles wanted to fall back asleep at the sound. He thought that he was just dreaming. His dream was literally just about baking those cookies— and with the call of Papa he assumed that he was just being called by the boys from the living room.

Then he felt a small soft hand on his cheek, making his eyes open slowly as he witnessed his three sons standing there. He sat himself up a little, stretching as he asked, “H, Jules? PJ? What’re you boys doing up?”

“Nous ne pouvons pas dormir parce que maman ne nous a pas embrassés,” we can’t sleep because Mummy didn’t give us a hug. Jules said as quietly as he could, swinging his body back and forth while he clung onto his Lotso bear.

PJ pulled his hand back from holding Charles’ face as he meekly stood there, still sucking on the pacifier.

Hervé nodded at Jules’ comment and sheepishly asked, “Can we sleep here, Papa?”

PJ pulled the pacifier off and added, “Pwease?”

Charles shook himself out of his thoughts. He was still feeling a bit hazy after being woken up by his kids at… two in the morning. These kids really have a bad habit of waking up in the most inconvenient time.

But just as he was looking down at his kids, who still stood at his side of the bed, he couldn’t help but smile softly. He might not be Aimee to make them feel comfortable enough to go to sleep after being given a hug, but the least he could do was be there for them.

Looking back at today’s events, he seemed to be content with the result of his plans and his kids’ reaction towards it. Sure, Hervé might’ve cried for the first three hours, but he soon got comfortable at the thought of spending time with his Papa while Aimee was somewhere else and away from them. PJ proudly dressed himself up and decided what to wear by himself. Jules comforted Hervé when his twin got sad. He was nothing but proud of his boys. He was hella proud of himself.

And he loved his boys so much that he couldn’t deny them anything. Now that he thought of it, it was even harder to deny them anything because Aimee wasn’t here. He was just happy they hadn’t asked for sugar before bed.

He grinned at his boys and patted the empty spot next to him, hoisting PJ up while he said, “Alright. Up we go then, boys. Let’s go get some good sleep.”

It’s safe to say that the Leclerc daycare went well today. That was a major achievement for Charles. Thank god for his mother and other peer support, right?

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To celebrate the day of the weed, I written an angsty Nikto x reader fic while I was high-fiving the sun in the clouds. 4/20 motivates you to do great things.

I love Nikto. He may not be my favorite, but he's the character I depend on when no one seems to want to make content of my faves. Keep in mind, I have a different spin on him than portrayed by most of the fandom. God, he's emotionally unstable <33

You were sure that Nikto didn't loved you.

All of it meant nothing, you think. Every forehead touch he gives before leaving for a mission, every offered cigarette that has been kissed by his scarred lips, every embrace he initiates in his sleep because he's too prideful to hug you awake... They weren't full of love. You were convinced that he felt nothing for you. Every single thing he'd done for you and to you, all of it was so that he could maintain you. It was all just to entertain you, his little pet that he goes to whenever he was down for the count and needed something or someone who gives him kisses for his scars and a warm bed to invade for the week.

He was using you, you think. You've seen his many moments where he would often get into relationships with other soldiers, only leave them high and dry when they least expected it. This was before the two of you started dating, of course. You couldn't imagine him in bed with someone else while you were together without your chest aching, but you wouldn't doubt it.

You're just like all his past lovers, you think. You were bound to be those people he fooled with shared liquors and a drunken kiss. You were going to be left on the floor of his room, cold and wondering where he was, whilst he drove away wiping off the ghosts of your kisses, warmed by the embers of his cigarette. You believed that firmly, because you saw it first hand. But for whatever reason, you didn't leave. You stayed even when you thought that he was going to leave without a word, leaving his things behind just to give you false hope that he was ever going to return.

You'll love him, even when he doesn't care, you think. Nikto many not care about you, or for you. He may treasure his guns, his hyena, his money more than you, but you will always cherish the moments when he took his time to make you feel loved. He was many things to you, which was why he was too much for you. But you can handle it. You think you can. You can take it whenever he doesn't appear for months, not a single message nor hint that he still remembers you. You can take it when he seems closer to his team, his fellow soldiers than you are with him. His conversations with his team was always longer than the amount of time his arm was placed around your shoulder, but you can handle it. The look he gives you when he's too drunk to put up his aloof act gave you the strength to keep going on. His tight hugs he gives you when he's tired encourages you. His lingering touches keep you going, even when hasn't uttered a single "I love you" to you before. Even when he doesn't seem to love you, you can take it, you think.

But, he thinks he does love you. All those things that hinted at his desire was full of love. His hesitation to express affection was thrown away just so that he could show you that he's in love with you without a word.

He's just scared to say "I love you," he thinks. He doesn't want to scare you away. He doesn't want his scars and his reputation to motivate you in some hypothetical plan to sneak out of his bed and run away in the middle of the night without warning. He's too attached. He's clawing at your back, arms tightened around your torso as he kisses your neck and smells your hair while you sleep. He won't ever let go, not even planning to, not after that paranoid scenario tucked away at the back of his mind.

Your thoughts aren't word, they aren't true. He's desperately in love with you, even when he doesn't show it. You may think that his blank face tells you he's bored of you, but the feeling of his mask pressed against your cheek as he tries to kiss your skin without scaring you off with his scars should've told you everything.

He knows he's in love with you, deeply so, but it's too bad that you're convinced that you've bet on a losing dog.

#call of duty x reader #nikto x reader #cod x reader #cod nikto x reader #call of duty nikto x reader #andre nikto x reader

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tanith-rhea · 2 years ago

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Hey! i have a smuty request hehe

you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops

if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!

Unexpected Finds

Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while. Word count: 2.9k

“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.

“To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”

“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.”

“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed.

Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it.

“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation.

“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you.

“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.”

Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner.

She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.

“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?”

You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough.

Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain.

“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light.

“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.

You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply.

Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it.

As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different.

You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee.

You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck.

“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you.

“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you?

Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses.

“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.”

“I sincerely doubt that.”

She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second.

With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound-

With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly.

“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown.

“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving.

“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.”

You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it.

“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile.

“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye.

Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair.

Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft.

Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed.

Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating.

You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation.

It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa…

“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish.

The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently.

You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate.

A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee.

You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour.

“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do.

Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle.

You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything?

“Why are you back?”

That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more.

With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach.

What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-

"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with.

You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly.

“Is this relevant?”

”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone.

Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect.

You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough.

“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed.

You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult.

While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you?

“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support.

You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life.

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.

Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion.

Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be.

The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter.

When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her.

Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back.

“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight.

“You also have class.”

She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-”

“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.”

”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly.

She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-”

“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together.

“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?”

You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?”

“No,” she said emphatically.

“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.

I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3

#larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #larissa weems x reader #female reader #fluff #fluff and smut #smutty smut #caught masterbating #answered request

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plush-rabbit · 1 year ago

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Dating Headcanons for Himiko Toga

Request: Could you possibly write headcanons for Toga with a fem civilian s/o?

A/N: I love her design so much!! I love her fangs and bangs and her eyes!! She’s so cute!!

Himiko loves with her entire being. She never meant it to be twisted or malicious, but certain upbringings and repression has made it out to be so. Having her as a partner is a dangerous one, she’s a villain- a young one at that. She is unstable, but she never means for her own obsession to hurt you with malicious intent. She can’t control it, she loves too much- too wholeheartedly.

Perhaps she has a type looking at her past two most obvious crushes. She likes to think that she doesn’t- that she loves people and all that they are, but she likes convictions. That’s what attracted her to the young two promising heroes, how far they were willing to go for the other, but you aren’t a hero. You’re a civilian, and it's been a long time since she actually liked anyone like you. But she becomes lovestruck when she sees how kind you are.

There’s a panic around the area caused by her and the others- people push past one another and somehow she’s been caught in the middle of it, pushed to the ground where her bare knees become scraped. The crowd disperses as soon as she's in the ground, and she’s not astanger to scrapes and cuts, but the knee injury hurts just a bit too much, and any pressure on her ankle makes her think that she might have twisted it. She’s taken in a sharp breath, ready to brace herself and move forward when a hand is held out in front of her. You must know who she is, when you hold out your hand to her when she’s fallen, there’s no doubt that even with her attire, there has to be some common sense in your head telling you to run the other way. Instead of doing the most logical option, you help her up, and hold her hand in yours for just a moment too long, until you pull away and mumble an apology, running the other, leaving her in the middle of the desolate plaza, with her heart beating against her chest. Late at night, she lays awake thinking of you, fisting the hand that you held and covering it protectively with her free hand.

She wishes that it were more of a challenge to find you- you’re too predictable, too easy and unaware of your surroundings, especially after an attack where you happened to be at. Fortunately for her, you walk home alone for a few blocks and that’s when she makes herself known, grabbing at your hand, and pulling you close to her. You’re startled, but not scared, and you let her lead you into an alleyway where you certainly don’t belong. She’s infatuated. Lovestruck. Obsessed. You aren’t scared of her. You’re letting her hold your hand. She already knows you’re kindhearted. She knows your name. She knows your schedule. She introduces herself, and when you reply back with your own name, she wraps her arms around you, already giving you a nickname, one dripped in sugar and everything nice.

There’s only so many places the two of you can be together without raising suspicions, and your family has already started to wonder why you keep going to the playground at night, so that location has to be shelved until further notice. Other than that, you often go wherever she leads you to which happens to be the current location of the League hideout. They didn’t take too kindly to you at first- Twice, or Jin- being the most harsh in wanting to keep you out of any type of League affairs. You later learn that he and Himiko have a rather close relationship, so you understand the brash behavior and reservations that he may have about you. The both of you usually meet up together after school. While you do your homework, she likes to peer over your shoulder and help with whatever she can. When you have passages to read, you like to read them outloud to her. She’s always happy when she gets to hear you read to her no matter how boring the story may be because she can rest her head on your shoulder.

No matter how sweet she can be, she’s still obsessive. Her questions always start off innocent enough- how did your day go? What did you learn? How was gym class? Who were you with during lunch? You’re not getting bothered are you? Is that teacher still giving you a hard time about your grades? She needs to know how your day went, and when she doesn’t know, that has her worrying her bottom lip. She cares too strongly, loves too fiercely. When she notices that you’ve had a particularly draining day, she holds off on the questions, instead taking you into her arms and resting her cheek over the top of your head.

It comes to no surprise that she’s an affectionate person. She loves to have her hand on you in some type of way. Your hand will be in hers, and she;ll press her palm against yours, comparing the size and slowly intertwine your hand with hers. Whenever you do your homework there at the hideout, she sits next to you, mumbling about how she always hated homework, and what subject she was the worst at. Sometimes, she’ll get a forlorn look in her eyes, and when she realizes that you;ve been staring at her, she’ll press her lips against your cheek and rest her head on your lap, asking you to read her the chapter of the day.

The rest of the League- once they get used to you and agree with each other that you probably won’t rat them out- do they actually tease the young member. It did take a while for the rest of the League to become comfortable with you and while you won’t admit it to your partner, you’re positive that they each gave you their own version of a shovel talk. During the threats, a part of you thinks that it’s nice that she found a family within them, how they all care for each other without actively saying it. Most of them didn’t even actually have a full conversation with you, only showcasing their quirks in front of you and you quickly understood that that was a threat.

With her quirk, she feels the need to have to suck on blood. And being around you can be a struggle. There has to be restraint, especially since she doesn’t want to scare you away from her. There’s been a handful of times where you’ve gotten a cut in front of her, and each and every time, she watched you with unblinking eyes. The scent of iron is thick in the air no matter how little the cut was, and there’s a heavy flush that reddens her face. She hardly makes a sound, and it reminds you of a predator watching their prey, with how her pupils dilate and how silently she moves. She leaves the room for a few minutes and returns as if nothing has happened, asking you if you’re okay and giving the bandaged wound a kiss.

Whether you give her a taste of your blood or not, she understands both decisions and she doesn’t press. She won’t ask for a drop of your blood. She’s loyal to you, and she just likes to be around you- more than she would have ever realized. If you were to offer your blood to drink to Himiko, she takes it as a great show of your relationship with her. She’ll take your arm and ask how you would like to do it. She could give you a little cut, or bite down, or press her needle into the soft of your elbow- whatever it is that you choose, she’s fine with that fact. Either way, she takes your hand in hers, twisting it around and kissing at every inch of skin that she can, mumbling how she's thankful for having met you. There’s still red beads of scarlet that prick from your skin, and watching you, she swipes the tip of her tongue across the wound, pressing a kiss into it and mumbling how she has to clean you up now. There’s a lovely look in her eyes when she glances up to you, her pink dusted in pink, and only deepening when you kiss her.

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anakinfests · 1 year ago

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round two is here! enjoy and make sure to kudos and comment for all the lovely creators of these works!

day one twitter thread: here

01. Curious Cultures by anonymous

“I know I am not your. . . ideal partner for this mission, but surely you’ve experienced enough that it should not be too off putting, right?” Anakin’s silence made space seem loud. “You will answer me, Anakin Skywalker, or I will have you sent back Coruscant.” “I haven’t,” or Anakin and Obi-Wan have to get married for a mission and Anakin left out a crucial fact

02. The Will of the Desert by anonymous

Anakin know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Obi-Wan is meant to be his. He just really need the Universe to gets its act together and make it happen.

03. take me out (to the ballgame) by anonymous

Obi-Wan goes to the baseball game against his wishes. He meets a handsome stranger and kisses him. (Not against his wishes)

04. thine cup spillth over by anonymous

Anakin is the son of the Force. The Chosen One. He was born to feed the Force's warriors.

05. Baby Duck Syndrome by anonymous

It is an unexpected shock when it happens because by the time Anakin is born almost all imprints are made, not natural. But Anakin’s master is a Toydarian, and there has never been a successful imprint made between a human and one of them. So as long as Anakin is useful, he does not need to know about imprinting, because it is not something that Watto can do to him, or to his mom. Then the Jedi comes, and Anakin touches his apprentice’s hand.

06. make every last moment last by anonymous

Anakin dreads the inevitable end of the war. Padmé is his wife, but Obi-Wan is his mate. He shouldn't have either . He can't keep them both forever. The future will be here before he knows it, and Anakin needs to get himself together so he can be a good husband again. So he can learn to be a good father. But he won’t be either of those things tonight. Tonight, there’s only one thing he can be.

07. just grab me and take me by anonymous

His hard cock swung between his legs as he rocked on his fingers, nearly sobbing from how it was almost right. He wanted more – he always wanted more – and this was on the edge of not enough. A hand wrapped around his hip and Anakin startled. “Look at you,” purred Obi-Wan, his other hand grazing down the length of Anakin’s bare arched back, “you couldn’t wait, baby girl?”

08. love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind by anonymous

The lack of Anakin at Obi-Wan's side was telling. Something was wrong. Obi-Wan tried to put the worry out of his head, replaying the previous night over and over. He’d spanked Anakin, but he’d done that plenty of times by now. He had also been rather strict with Anakin, but Anakin liked that. Anakin had told Obi-Wan that much a thousand times by now. Obi-Wan sighed, pushing away the datapad and pinching the bridge of his nose as he often did when he was annoyed at a situation. This time, however, he was annoyed at himself.

09. a vision of your blue eyes, so lovely by anonymous

“Let me take care of you,” Obi-Wan soothed. “No, I can’t,” Anakin’s hands ran down his forearms, up his biceps and to his chest where he grabbed desperately onto his shirt. “Why not?” Obi-Wan’s fingers threaded through Anakin’s hair, petting and carding through the short strands. Anakin felt more self conscious than he’d ever felt in his life. What if you hurt me? Was what Anakin wanted to ask. Instead, a sob racked his body and Obi-Wan’s arms went around him easily, like they always were supposed to. Or, what happens after the movie Awake if Anakin met Obi-Wan after his heart transplant.

10. Alpha|Alpha by anonymous

Obi-Wan looked at his former apprentice and smiled to himself. Anakin was the image of the perfect Alpha from the outside – he was tall, masculine, easily aggravated and hot-headed, assertive. Everything the society expected. Omegas always threw themselves at him, and Obi-Wan took unhealthy pleasure in watching them fail to seduce him.

11. Please, Devour Me? by anonymous

GFFA AU Obi-Wan and Anakin enjoy a moment alone together in Hyperspace, and Obi-Wan makes a selfish demand. -- “Like a rancor.” “A rancor?” Obi-Wan tugged at the lace with his teeth. “How insulting.” Anakin laughed but there was a tremor to his voice, the realisation that calling his beloved a rancor was probably a little more insulting than how he'd meant it. His legs fell apart even more, the skirts dipping between his thighs and Obi-Wan gripped the lace of one of the stockings in his teeth and tugged, pulling it down and over Anakin’s knee. --

12. Dream a Little Dream (Of You & Me) by anonymous

In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the SubAnakin_ObikinFest collection. Prompt: Obi-Wan is an incubus and is frequently pulled into the dreams people have about him. It's never bothered him—it is how he feeds that part of himself and he always makes sure everyone has a good time—but it's become a bit bothersome ever since Anakin started his journey of sexual discovery and his Master is a frequent flyer in those fantasies. And it becomes difficult to walk away the more Anakin grows into a man and also into Obi-Wan's own personal wet dream. Anakin, his strong-willed and bratty Padawan, proves to be quite submissive and sweet in the land of his dreams. DNW: hard kinks

13. books and their covers by anonymous

Obi-Wan knows very well what he is. People look at his master and see a big strong alpha, and then they look at him, they see... well, the exact opposite. As a beta, he may not stand out much in the shadow of his powerful alpha master, but Obi-Wan is the only one who can make Anakin come.

14. i'd follow you down, down, down by anonymous

He watched as the Separatist ships jumped to hyperspace in a flash of blue. His own men’s ships around him began going back to the Negotiator but Anakin didn’t move. Not yet. He stared into space; the blackness of it, the stars that sparkled. There was nothing around him, and if he didn’t turn his ship around, he couldn’t see the Star Destroyer waiting for him. It was all empty, just like him. Just like their room had been when he woke up.

15. all tied up in knots by anonymous

The only thing that eases the sting of Anakin Skywalker's one-sided love affair with his roommate, Obi-Wan Kenobi, is the fact that they're also friends with benefits which means he gets some part of Obi-Wan at least a few times a week. He's made his peace with it, and his favorite part of the day is easily when his no-strings-attached fuck buddy pushes him down onto the mattress for a round of gentle, vanilla sex beneath the covers. Any part of Obi-Wan he can get, he'll take and not ask for more. That is, until he comes home early from work one night to hear Obi-Wan domming a woman in their living room, and Anakin's confronted with the knowledge that Obi-Wan is giving out parts of himself to people he's certainly never given Anakin. And that's just untenable. Follow Anakin as he tries to convince Obi-Wan to dom him, learns what BDSM even is, does paperwork, comes, gets rope burn, and maybe even gets the love of his life. Yes, in that order.

16. Taste of the Divine by anonymous

The day had seemed never-ending, filled with meeting after meeting and the infinite responsibilities of a wartime High General. Even Obi-Wan’s evening promised the sweet embrace of unrelenting work. Although, duty was the last thing on Obi-Wan’s mind when he laid eyes on what waited for him in his quarters. Or rather, who.

17. the way you bend, the way you break by anonymous

Anakin has a deeply rooted, shameful fantasy of having power taken away from him, by force. Obi-Wan, the ever sedulous and equally incorrigible partner, shares this fantasy and indulges his lover.

18. All Good Things (Come to Those Who Wait) by anonymous

“We’ve finally trained your hole to take all of me. Let’s do the same with your mouth next, shall we?" Anakin learns to trust that his Master knows what he's doing.

#obikin #obikin event #sub anakin fest #subanakinfest #vaderwan #obiani #anaobi

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dw19791967 · 9 months ago

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That Type of Girl Part 2

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, slight angst, some fluff, mentions of torture, mentions of sexy times

This is the second fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me! This part is a bit shorter but I am going to try to make the next one longer. I also attempted to make a tag list, if for some reason it is not right, please let me know!

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I was pushed up against the wall, Dean had his hands all over my body. My legs wrapped around his hips. His mouth moving against mine. “You are so gorgeous sweetheart, you have no idea how long I have wanted this.” Dean moaned against my neck.

“Me too Dean” I said breathlessly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Dean actually wanted me as much as I wanted him. He continued moving his body against mine. His mouth moving down my chest.

Just as it was getting to the good part, I woke up in a sweat.

Of course it was a dream. Damn it. I really needed to get laid evidently. Somehow I knew though, my mind would still drift back to Dean.

I reached over to check my phone, just after 3 am. Why do I always wake up wide awake at this time. It’s so annoying. It usually tended to happen more often when I had a lot on my mind. Of course I did currently. Dean was in a bad place mentally. Sam was better at coping with things like this.

Dean has always been so hard on himself. I tried to mend Dean’s pieces back together as best as I knew how. Making sure he had all his favorite things. He told me to stop buying him stuff, even though he did appreciate it greatly. I tended to shower the ones I loved with gifts. I was never a physically affectionate person until I really trusted someone and knew they cared about me. I have been that way ever since I was little. For some reason it was easy for me with the boys though. When we met, I felt like I had known them for a lifetime.

I decided since I was up, I would head to the bathroom and maybe try to catch up on some research. As I made my way into the library, I noticed a light was already on. There was Dean with his head down on the table snoring softly. I smiled to myself. He looked so peaceful, I enjoyed moments like this. I could stare freely without him seeing. As I walked closer, Dean shifted. Please dear lord let him keep sleeping. He started to stir. Damn it.

“Hey Dean, I think you should head to bed” I patted his arm lightly.

“What time is it?” he mumbled back. Head still down on the table.

“Just after 3” I stated.

“Why and the hell are you up this early?” He finally sat up. Bed head sprawled all over, his eyes adjusting to the room.

“Couldn’t sleep” I moved to sit across from him.

“Nightmare?” he asked.

Oh Dean, my sweet Dean if you only knew what I was dreaming. I would die before that happens though.

“Nah, just a lot on my mind ya know?” I better come up with something better than that, he tends to want to know more details then I am willing to give.

“Yeah I get it …. you know I’m always here if you want to talk about it” he stated with a small smile.

I’m surprised he doesn’t ask me for the details. He must be really exhausted.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I replied.

We sat there in comfortable silence. Sure, I would love to open up to him about how I feel but knew no matter what I said or how I said it, it would end by me being devastated, having to pack my bags, and never seeing the boys again. And that is something I am definitely not ok with. So I hide my feelings, I bury them deep inside. I keep hoping the longer I do it, the easier it will get but that hasn’t happened so far.

“I guess I better try to get some shut eye, Sammy said he found a case last night so we are heading out first thing in the AM. You should probably head back to bed too sweetheart” he stretched as he stood up.

“Yeah, I doubt I will be able to fall back asleep though, I’m just gonna try to catch up on some research. You go get some much deserved rest though!” I gave him a small smile.

He winked at me, “I’m sure as hell gonna try” he started heading to his room.

My cheeks are definitely red.

Damn him for making me feel like a pile of mush.

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“So what are we thinking, Demons?” Dean was driving, Sam shotgun, and of course I was sprawled out in the backseat.

“I mean maybe man, I am not entirely sure. All the victims have been women, and they have been tortured. But the weirdest part is all of them were only missing for a day.” Sam was reading over the case files.

“Why the hell would they only want them for a day?” Dean looked at me in the rearview mirror. I honestly had no idea why they would do that. Usually Demons like to take their time and keep their victims for longer, unless they were on a timeline.

After we arrived in the small town, Sam went to the morgue and the police station. Dean and I stayed back to look over the case files closer.

“I mean this is just weird, why keep them for such a short time? The only thing I can think of is they want to up the victim count.” I looked at Dean. Of course he was more experienced than me with things like this. I had always stuck to re-search up until I turned 16.

I was raised a hunter like Sam and Dean, but my dad was always protective of me. He never wanted me out in the field. I think he also worried about how well I would do since I was overweight. He never said it but of course I could tell that was part of the problem.

“I mean maybe, why pick five victims in the same town though? Why not move on ? Unless they like the risk of hunting on the same ground.” he moved from the bed to sit at the table.

“Could be. I’m at a loss.” I massaged my head. I could feel a migraine coming on. I usually got them when I was stressed, and here lately I am always stressed.

“Ok, I think I’ve figured it out.” Sam walked back into our motel room. “So all the victims attended the same church, so I think that is where we need to start. The victims did have sulfur under their fingernails. All of them were single, lived alone, and worked at different places.”

“A demon choosing victims at a church? That is just wrong in so many ways. So what is the plan?” I closed my laptop.

“Well Y/N since you asked” Sam grinned at me. Great, I know what he is going to say next.

“You want me to go to the church and see what I can find out?” they could definitely tell I did not think this was a great idea, I never had a good poker face.

“I think that is our best bet, I mean you are a woman and you also happen to be single. I think it’s best if you talk to some of the other women and find out what you can. They are having a small gathering tonight to pray for the victims and their families” Sam looked at me like this was no big deal.

“Is Y/N being bait seriously the best option?” Dean never did like me being bait. I assumed it was because he thought I couldn’t hold my own, but he just told me it was because he liked knowing I had back up. Whatever.

“I mean yeah Dean unless you can magically change into a woman it’s all I got, plus it’s not like you and I won’t be there. We will just keep to the sidelines. Y/N is more than capable of handling this.” Sam said this with so much confidence, glad someone believes in me.

“Yeah Dean, it will be fine” I looked at him with a small smile. I am a firm believer in fake it till ya make it so the more I tell myself everything will be fine, I’m sure it will be.

“Alright, let’s head out I guess. At least there will be single chicks there.” Dean winked at me.

I feel a pit in my stomach.

Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.

Tag List:

@hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog

@deanspinsterwitchs-readinglist

#dean winchester series #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn fanfiction

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lyvshifts · 4 months ago

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Reality shifting and my realization about detaching from your Or

I'm copying this from my amino post lol

So, last night I was about to roll over and shift when I saw a video that was talking about and explaining asleep methods. I then remembered something that was said in a video I saw in 2022 that said, "It's called asleep methods because you're supposed to shift in your sleep." for some reason, this quote has always been in the back of my mind, and I would just randomly remember it sometimes. Last night, I realized I've been doing awake methods for God knows how long and that repetition has been a setback.

During awake methods, I always sit there just waiting for my surroundings to change and fully anticipating a shift, but ANTICIPATING a shift was just further making me focus more on the process of getting there, rather than actually being there. The reason I wanted to keep attempting with awake methods was because I felt more grounded and in control of my mind and my attempt, when the whole point of shifting is to LET GO. I've been unconsciously grounding myself in my OR with this mindset by doing awake methods. I'd often say things like "I need to be wearing this so I'm comfortable when I shift." "I need my LED's to be this color, so it doesn't distract me." and more "I need my OR to be one way in order to shift." and it think that was unconsciously grounding me in my OR and that's why I couldn't detach.

But I realized that with asleep methods, your 3D is supposed to catch up when you're in an unconscious state, a state where you can't hyperfocus on your surroundings, waiting for them to change. If you know that you'll shift in your sleep, whatever happens during your method won't matter. A sound from your Cr? It's fine, you know your 3D will catch up in your sleep. An itch? Scratch it, you know your 3D will catch up in your sleep. Ever since realizing this I feel like there's no room for doubts, and I feel closer to a successful shift than ever

I hope this helps some people who struggle with detaching!

Although, this did leave me with one question:

I tried to shift last night right after having this realization, but my 3D did not catch up. I think it's because even though I knew I was going to shift in my sleep, my body kept saying "What is that noise? I won't be able to fall asleep with it." "I'm so hot, I need to turn my fan on. Not because it'll keep me from shifting, but because I need it to sleep." and although I know these thoughts are further focusing too much on my surroundings when I should focus on affirmations and my method, I don't know how to let them pass. Is there anything I could do to make sure I FULLY detach from my OR during my method? One where I won't get these grounding thoughts?

#reality shifting #shifting community #shifting blog #desired reality #manifesting #shifters #shiftingrealities #permashifting #shifter #shifttok #shifting antis dni #shifting methods #tarot #3d reality

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mamasplat · 2 months ago

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Love your Serena/Calem reads and HCs. Its awesome to see this ship still kicking. Got me wondering though - how do you picture these dorks confessing their feelings to each other for the first time?

Do forgive my delay, I had to hastily write this out while helping my sister with her wedding preparations.

It would be post-postgame. Calem taking on the looker storyline as Serena takes her title of champion. They’d start sleeping in call together to remedy the teenage ptsd of team flare.

It wouldn’t be anything big, a slowburn of self doubt regarding if she even meant what she said.

Slowly but surely they’d become a hidden item.

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Feelings brew, spite, pity, resentment…

All par the course in rivalry.

Malva planted the first prominent seed, going on about Hotel Richissime and its reputation, raising affections. Seated on the loveseat of her own suite after a demanding battle.

Serena hardly even questioned why that woman called her there, let alone Calem’s presence beyond momentary surprise.

She hadn’t seen him in weeks…

Being champion made it hard, busy busy and more busy.

The last time she had seen him…Kiloude City wasn’t it?

Fainted, fallen, tried so hard to keep on his feet. He removed the small marble like stone and recalled his absol. Such a brave face he put up. Tightening his jaw, choking back a long sigh at another loss. He almost had it….

Almost.

She recalled in tandem, smiling as adrenaline left her practically buzzing. Steps taken, distance fading, he extended his hand. Rolling the stone into her own.

A single Absolite, his only keystone to match the mega stone he struggled to obtain. She rolls it back into his. Closing her hands around his to ensure it stayed.

His brows knit as he tries in vain to protest “I lost.” He wagered it. Some…final hurrah. Failed…horribly-

“And I never accepted your wager.”

Maybe that’s why she was so comfortable to call him when the damage haunted her restless nights. Letting the dial tone play…expecting no reply. Forgetting the insomniac he was.

He answered, a fuzzy hologram booting to life; his form hard to register with the pillow that covered half the holocasters censer. Just eye bags and ruffled hair.

“Oh you’re awake-”

“Yeah, you called. Why are you?”

His blunt affliction always seemed to carry an unintentional bite, she was more than used to it.

Her end of the call rang with an awkward “ummm” for far too long, bundled and rolled into blankets like a newly formed Swadloon.

He came more into focus as he sat up, clicking on his lamp.

“Nevermind, I don't need the details.” an act of mercy. “I wasn’t going to bed anytime soon.”

And then it became a habit.

Day by day.

Week by week.

She started only when she needed a distraction, horrible memories ringing like church bells; loud and larger than life.

Then she’d call out of habit, he was glad to see her happier.

Then it would be premature, something she looked forward to, calling him as she brushed her teeth before she crashed into her mattress. Telling him all the things that kept them from speaking face to face.

Interviews, challengers, photos, media, being mentored by Diantha- it’s all surreal.

“I could never handle all that…”

An earnest admission.

“What? Not gonna come for my title next season?”

The Kalos region did gym challenges all year round, but the championship title was something much more sacred. After all it’s a full time job, you can’t take back to back challengers all the time- you’ll burn out.

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” He snapped back like a rubber band. She can’t help but laugh.

“There you are! Don’t get all sappy on me like that.” Something he had started to do far too often since she took her title.

They’d talk till her voice slurred into silence, he’d stay till she woke if he wasn’t asleep himself.

Sometimes she’d wake up in the middle of the night.

Shifting sheet’s breaking silence.

He’d turn his attention off of an unorganized TM case, turning to see her toss and turn.

Sitting up groggy.

Blinking, once, twice.

Scrunching up, confused.

Then recognizing the holocaster as just that, a hologram.

“You’re still awake?”

“Yeah..?”

“It’s….” She checked the clock “…2:25 AM..??”

“Which is why you should go back to bed.”

“Hey hey, you can’t send me back to bed just because you’re up past your bedtime and got caught-”

Her tone made it clear she was in no position to truly argue, but she’d still chastise him like he was a child- he scoffs.

“I don’t have a bedtime, but you have an early morning tomorrow.”

She always did.

“Meh.” She spat, making a limp motion with her hand to wave him off. “I’m going to use the bathroom, stay put.”

“…”

“Serena I can’t move-”

And she’s up, leaving.

He shakes his head, going back to his mindless self assigned task.

Water, fire, grass…..

Pile the disks, slip them into the plastic, repeat. Type by type. One by one.

It made more sense than to organize them by number, he searched for moves via type and effects- place a few color coded sticky notes and he could do both.

He hadn’t even noticed her return till her bed creaked on the other end.

“Is this all you do at night?” She spoke, hardly holding onto consciousness.

“Hm..?”

“Watch me sleep and play with TM disks?”

“I don’t watch you sleep-” He tries to correct.

“That’s kinda boring isn’t it?” She doesn’t pay his defense any mind.

He sighs, looking to his sleep deprived neighbor.

“It’s productive, i hardly have time to clean now that I’m working with Emma and training.”

“Right, detective thing…” her words trail into a mumble, “so is she…she uh…how is…”

“Goodnight Serena.”

“Goodnight,” relieved to be released from the confines of sleepy small talk “love you…”

He paused-

Perhaps it's muttered by habit, something she’s simply used to saying. Even if she’s never said it to him specifically. He doesn’t know why he soaked it in as much as he did, letting it ding around his head.

“Love you too.”

It would be rude to leave her hanging.

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#I should post these inbox prompts to ao3 soon #fanfiction related #dabble #rival calem #trainer serena #kalosshipping #anon ask #fanficion

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katsutora · 2 years ago

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— eventide ; haitani rindou

timeskip spoiler ⋆ angst with comfort ⋆ 1437 wc ⋆ ooc ⋆ self-indulgent ⋆ no friends, not beta read

tw: mention of gun ⋆ mention of blood ⋆ a bit dark themed at 1170 word count

Haitani Rindou found himself awake before you like he always does. It’s a routine to stay still for a long while, so as not to wake you up and to cherish the comfortable silence that he no longer gets so often as he used to. He angled his palm this way and that to shield you from tendrils of sunlight sneaking through the curtains.

In less than five minutes, you will probably open your eyes to see him facing you, pretending to be asleep. He likes to think that he knows you well enough to predict how you’ll place a hand on his right cheek to silently tell him that it’s time for you to go. And he’ll hold his breath as you collect your stuff that’s scattered around his apartment, as if he could stop time, as if he could fool himself a little longer.

The clock ticks by, counting down the seconds until you’re completely gone: your phone on top of the headboard; your coat slung over the couch; your shoes right by the entrance; a trace of his perfume on your skin; a piece of his thought; a story from his childhood; an insight of your daily lives; his heart.

He’ll never witness your gaze lingering on him right before you reach the door. He’ll never get to see you turn your head back to look at him one last time, just like how he often envisions for the sake of his own sanity. Why does he keep on letting this happen? Why isn’t he brave enough to say “good morning” to you the moment he felt you stir awake? Why can’t it ever be normal? Why can’t he ever let it be normal?

Maybe he wants to see you leave — leave him first before you find out about his ugliest side. Perhaps there’s a tiny part of him that wants you to keep on leaving him without sitting on his dining table and having breakfast with him beforehand, because he doesn’t think he’d be able to actually watch you cross the threshold with no assurance of coming back. It’s not your home, after all. He’s not your home.

People are easily replaceable, he understands this a bit better than others; the gun which he used a week ago is hidden in the nightstand drawer right next to him, just above the pile of resignation letters and the new CVs. His phone carries a number of unanswered calls and his computer is filled with thousands of signed documents. When he doesn't feel like sparing a glance towards them, he doesn't.

Everyone is an afterthought. The only promise they'll hold is constantly coming along and leaving. It's a cycle but somehow they never come back. Rindou knows that he needs to start admitting that he's just an afterthought to everyone else too.

Of course he's always anxiously glancing over his phone right after throwing it across the room after sending a you text. Because he's in no place to ask anyone to stay, and he wouldn't dare dream of being asked to stay either.

Just one night, he had typed in. Before you go.

Just one more night, he deceived himself. Before I won't be seeing you again. Before I have to say goodbye and wish you all the best with someone else. Before I have to congratulate you. Before I die. Before I won't be able to love anyone ever again. Don't go. Before I beg you at the airport. Before I cling onto your coat. Before I refuse to let you go. Before I Don't go

He clutched the device tightly, anticipating the blow. Don't go before I—

It's a cycle but somehow they never come back.

Okay. You had agreed on his offer. You owe him that much before departing: the mandatory goodbye and the thank you that was never spoken between the two of you. In case you change your mind, right? Will you ever change your mind? Or has it never changed at all?

It was no doubt the sound of a door opening and then closing. Though he willed himself not to flinch at the noise, he still did. Rindou kept his eyes shut nonetheless, his hand unconsciously reaching out to where your warmth still lingers on the other side of the bed. Just like that, he chose to surrender everything to sleep. It’ll be easier that way. He can wake up again and start over, convince himself that you were never here in the first place.

It’s morning again. Haitani Rindou finds himself awake before his alarm rings. It’s a routine to stay in bed for a while, contemplating about life all the while gathering the will to get up. The ceiling looks a bit higher, the room a little wider. He’ll get ready soon, roaming around the space, finding nothing foreign or out of place in his apartment.

In five more hours he’ll find himself done with his paperwork and in five more, he’ll be sitting in a booth in a crowded club surrounded by his coworkers. He’ll excuse himself. Someone will offer him a cigarette outside but he’ll refuse. He’ll hesitate before shooting you a text.

A cycle, but you'll never come back to him.

“Aren’t you going to wake up?”

Rindou opened his eyes to your question. He scanned the room to find your figure sitting on the couch, where your coat is still draped on one side.

“The tea’s gonna get cold, you know.”

He stared at you. He kept staring at you as if you’re going to vanish into thin air.

“Rindou.” You worriedly called, since he had been unmoving for at least a whole minute.

“Right.” He snapped himself back to reality and hurried to where you are.

There are two brands of tea that he keeps in his pantry: one that he can’t stand but you love to death and the other he likes but you completely hate. He knows you know about this simple fact. He wants to believe you know what it means. Yet you did not comment on it as he makes himself comfortable on the couch, and there was no word spoken between the both of you as he took a sip from his own cup.

You caught him off guard when you laid your head on his shoulder. He wished he had woken up sooner to cook you something, be the one who prepared the tea for you instead.

If it's a cycle, surely you'll come back someday, right?

But he knows exactly what it means to let you go. It's a cycle of him being so stubborn and fooling himself every fucking time. You never actually left. It was just stalling time before you really go and leave him to his own misery and never come back to save him from despair.

He braved himself before asking, “When’s your flight?”

A second dragged on like an eternity with him being imprisoned in his own thoughts.

“There’s no flight.”

Water trickles down the tap, hitting the surface of the sink below. He'd die for you. He'd kill for you. He'd spend the next five hours mourning over your absence and then he'd go on a spree somewhere just so you'd see his face displayed everywhere across the country. Oh but you won't be in the country anymore, will you? He won't even be able to reach you.

"What?"

When it's daytime again, he'll be too scared to realize that not all people are replaceable. Some leave a stain too vivid to bend a lifetime into a cycle of grieving.

“There's no flight, Rin.” You repeated.

Now he knows about this simple fact. You want to believe he knows what it means.

“Okay.” He said after a long while. It was all he could manage to voice out.

“Okay.” You echoed, because there’s nothing else to say.

Silence stretched on for a while. The clock ticks by, listing the things that are returned to him by the second: peace, his hope, his sanity. You? you. you. you.

“You’ll stay?” He asked, breathless. He needed to hear it from you.

“Make me.”

Haitani Rindou will find himself awake before you like he always does. He will stay still despite his arm going numb because he doesn’t want to wake you up. His hand will shield you from the bright city lights. And when you wake up, he will say “good morning” or “good night”. It'll be eventide; he'll decide later. It'll be okay.

You’ll place a hand on his cheek like you usually do, but you won’t leave.

#Tokyo Revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #haitani rindou x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers scenarios #rindou x you #rindou x reader

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sinsiriuslyemo · 11 months ago

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Title: Sleep Just To Dream

Pairing: Jim Gordon/Reader

Rating: PG13 (language, crime scene and dark humor)

Summary: Sometimes your dreams were so vivid that they would affect your mood even after you were awake. After you dream of catching Jim in a compromised situation, you have a hard time letting go of the jealousy that follows.

Notes: This is meant to be a fluffy comedy, and was once again, an idea I woke up with.

Warning: none, but I guess a dark sense of humor since I'm joking about infidelity? Yeah, idk

A sharp intake of air was what woke you, the alarm just also happened to be going off, but it was the contents of your dream that had jolted you awake. Your brows knitted and you slowly turned in Jim’s arms as he too roused from sleep. When his eyes fell on you, a smile came to his lips while he rubbed his hand over his face.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said, the last word nearly swallowed by a yawn.

He had greeted you the same way every morning for a year, and usually it made you smile at the cozy feeling it left you with. But that morning, you may as well not have heard it.

“You fucked Brooke Shields?” you asked him pointedly.

His brows mirrored your own as he looked back at you. “I’ve never even met Brooke Shields.”

“I saw you!” you insisted.

“Honey, I think maybe you were just dreaming,” he said, reaching for his glasses on the nightstand and putting them on.

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real!”

Tilting his head as his eyes narrowed, Jim tried to suppress a chuckle. It didn’t happen terribly often, but sometimes you would wake up with a vivid memory of your dreams throughout the night. Usually they were just wacky enough for you to easily dismiss their contents, but other times you would carry over the reactions your dreamself had into the real world.

“It’s not funny, Jim,” you mumbled sadly, moving for the first time to get up and shut the alarm off.

“Oh, baby, come on,” he replied, whipping the covers off of him as he got out of bed. “Don’t be sad, it wasn’t real. It was only a dream.”

But you hadn’t heard him, still holding tight to the images you had seen before you’d opened your eyes that morning. “Why would you do that?”

He sighed behind you as you went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, pouting to yourself. Logically, you knew it was only a dream, but it had felt so real in the moment, and it was still vivid in your memory of it. You, getting home early, excited to spend the night with Jim, eating dinner together and snuggling by the fireplace. Only to find him in the kitchen, balls-deep in Brooke Shields. Dream-Jim had been surprised to see you home so early while Dream-Brooke bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling, moving much slower than Dream-Jim, who was pulling up his pants as quickly as he could. The fact that the kitchen was suddenly hot pink from floor to ceiling and that Jim’s mustache was more Gomez Addams than the Jim Gordon you knew didn’t even register. All you could see was your boyfriend with another woman.

It sounded beyond ridiculous. Not only because the most famous person you had ever known Jim to be acquainted with was Bruce Wayne, but also because you knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that Jim would never be unfaithful, to you or anyone really. So then why couldn’t you let this go? Why were you still allowing the image of his bare ass rutting between Brooke’s legs, kissing her neck, saying things to her that he only said to you to linger in your mind?

You stepped into the shower and let the water run over your head, hoping it would wash away the horrible feeling. Jim came into the bathroom from the corner of your eye, tentatively opening the shower door and peering inside.

“I did not fuck Brooke Shields,” he said.

You reached for the shampoo. “I know but you did.”

“Baby, it was just a bad dream, I would never do that to you.”

“I know that too.” You lathered your head, shifting your eyes away from him.

“Can I come in?” he asked, giving you his always effective puppy-dog eyes.

You bobbed your shoulders before rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. “Okay.”

“Didn’t you dream about Sean Connery not too long ago?” he asked, pulling off his clothes and stepping into the shower with you. “I didn’t get upset at that, I know it was only a dream.”

“That was different,” you replied. “I dreamt that we were on a mission together and he was hitting on me. I didn’t dream he was plowing me next to the stove.”

“Next to the stove?!” he asked in surprise.

“While you pan seared steaks no less.”

“Well, that’s just an accident waiting to happen.” He stepped under the water to wet his hair before picking up the shampoo.

“And why did you paint our kitchen pink?”

He grimaced. “You know I hate pink.”

“Oh, was that Brooke’s idea?”

“Yeah, it was likely her idea.”

You turned to look at him, and it seemed he could no longer contain his laughter. Grabbing the bar of soap, you began washing yourself.

“I’m glad it’s so amusing to you.”

“Oh Y/N, come on,” he groaned, a smile still on his face, rinsing his hair before he pulled you against him. “You’re being ridiculous. I would never fuck Brooke Shields.”

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing slightly. Despite your jealousy at that moment, even you could concede that Brooke Shields was objectively hot.

He must’ve reconsidered his statement, because he said, “Okay, fine, yes, she’s beautiful but I didn’t fuck Brooke Shields, and isn’t that the more important fact?”

“But you would,” you said.

“No, I wouldn’t, I’m with you,” he answered without hesitation.

Sighing softly, you nodded and rinsed off, stepping out of the shower to grab a towel.

“Y/N —”

“It’s fine, Jim, you didn’t fuck Brooke Shields. I get it,” you replied, walking out of the bathroom. You heard him mutter, “For fuck’s sake” under his breath. You knew you were being ridiculous, but the jealous wave that had come over you upon seeing your boyfriend in the arms of a gorgeous, six-foot supermodel who had been named one of People’s most beautiful people in the world three times — even if only in a dream — had soured your morning before it had even begun.

You tried to let it go and managed to get through breakfast and the drive to the precinct without mentioning Brooke or the dream you'd had. It wasn’t until you were at a crime scene later that morning that it came up again.

“Vic is Jerolyn Hines, twenty-four years old, lives alone. Looks like she took a nosedive from the roof,” Flass said as you and Stephens walked up from having looked in the victim’s apartment and canvassed her neighbors. “No prints, no witnesses.”

Jim sighed heavily and looked from Flass to the two of you. “Tell me you got more than we did.”

“Just that she’s been a bit jumpy lately,” Stephens answered. “No suicide note, but there may have been a struggle in that apartment. We got some samples of blood and spit just off the kitchen. Oh, and she just started doing runway work for Marcia Van Reese.”

“The fashion designer?” Jim asked.

“Yeah, she spotted our vic at a cafe off of twenty-third street. Apparently she’s known for finding talent in unusual places. Jerolyn’s been acting since she was a kid, mostly soap commercials and print ads.”

“Like Brooke Shields,” you said.

Jim narrowed his eyes at you as Stephens continued, “Anyway, we think maybe Van Reese recognized her from her previous work, offered her a job in her new runway show.”

“What about boyfriends?” Jim asked.

“Neighbor across the hall said she just started seeing a guy last month, but he hasn’t been around for at least a couple of weeks,” you answered. “She had a message on her machine from him. He’s in Paris till tomorrow.”

Letting out another sigh, Jim nodded. “Alright. Finish up here. Flass, get those samples to the lab as soon as you can. Who’s alerting next of kin?”

The three of you lowered your eyes. Notifying family members of their loved one’s death was always one of the worst parts of the job, one that none of you wanted to volunteer for.

“Y/L/N, you and me.” Jim looked at the other two detectives. “We’ll see you two back at the precinct.”

Stephens nodded dutifully. “You got it, Sarge.”

Gesturing with his head for you to follow him, Jim walked toward his car. It wasn’t until you were both inside that he spoke as he turned on the ignition. “Have you still not let go of that dream?”

“I just don’t understand why dream-you would do that,” you said with a bob of your shoulders.

“Because dream-me is clearly an idiot,” he answered. “Have you looked in the mirror lately, baby? You are way more beautiful than Brooke Shields.”

“Don’t patronize me, Gordon,” you replied, shaking your head.

“I’m not!” Glancing at you as he drove, he reached over and took your hand. “What do I need to do to prove to you that you have nothing to be jealous about?”

“I am not jealous,” you said. You knew it was a lie, but you felt foolish being jealous of a woman neither of you had ever met, and who you had only seen in a dream.

“Oh really?” he asked, a smirk causing his mustache to twitch. “Because it seems that way to me.”

“Well, maybe I am, okay? It’s Brooke-fucking-Shields! Have you seen her?! She’s gorgeous!”

“You're gorgeous,” he replied. “Not to mention real.”

“She’s so tall.”

“I like how short you are.”

“She’s a supermodel.”

“Yeah, but I bet she can’t handle a glock like you.”

“She’s been the subject of just about every guy’s fantasies for years!”

“I was actually more of a Farrah Faucet guy in my younger days to tell you the truth,” he answered.

“Not helping!”

“Okay, Y/N, listen to me, you stubborn woman —”

“Stubborn woman with a gun, so tread lightly.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You have nothing to be jealous about. I have never slept with Brooke Shields, nor have I ever wanted to. That guy in your dream, that wasn’t me.”

You thought for a moment, internalizing his words as your eyes landed on the way his fingers were perfectly slotted between yours. “He did have a really stupid Gomez Addams mustache.”

“See? It wasn’t me,” he replied.

“And who fucks next to a hot stove?”

“I’ll tell you who doesn’t,” he answered, pointing to himself with the thumb on the hand holding the steering wheel. “This guy.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “You would literally never.”

“Of course not,” he said, pulling up to your destination. Reaching across his lap, he put the car in park, his other hand still holding yours. Bringing it up to his lips, he left a kiss on the back. “I love you so much, honey. I don’t care if it was you in a room with a hundred Brooke Shields, I’d pick you every single time. You know that, right?”

The familiar warmth that fell over you any time he expressed how he felt about you was a welcomed sensation, especially since you’d been lingering on your jealousy since you’d woken up. “Yeah, I know.”

Your eyes shifted to the townhouse across the street, where your victim’s parents lived, the warm feeling quickly dissipating.

“I hate this part of the job,” you mumbled.

“Me too,” he replied. “But we have to do it.”

“I know,” you said. “Hey…” You put a hand on his upper arm, holding him in the car a moment longer. “I’m sorry I was so weird this morning. Sometimes it just takes me a little bit to snap all the way out of a dream.”

“I know,” he replied, smiling at you. “I love how weird you are,” he said, leaning toward you to capture your lips in a brief kiss. “Keeps me on my toes.”

“Good, cause I don’t know how to fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix,” he replied. “Come on, let’s get this over with. With any luck, we’ll get a lead from the lab.”

“God, I hope so, this is the third murder this week,” you replied. “I already have one other open case, I don’t want another.”

“Maybe after we get home later, we can spend some time together. Watch a movie, take our minds off everything.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You started to unbuckle your seatbelt, as he did the same.

“What do you think? Blue Lagoon?” he teased.

You shook your head, hand on the handle to open your door. “Too soon.”

#jim gordon x reader #jim gordon fanfic #jim gordon #brooke shields #gary oldman fanfiction #gary oldman

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corvusalbus93 · 2 years ago

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Reunion: Omega

In Mt. Tantiss Omega is finally reunited with Tech, if only for a short while.

Sometime in the future...

Omega rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, not feeling quite awake yet, fairly certain it was still night. It was difficult to judge the passage of time, as she had not seen the sun in...well, weeks perhaps. She really couldn’t tell at this point, and only had a rough idea based on the number of meals she’d received.

All she knew for certain was that Emerie Karr had woken her up a couple of minutes ago, and was now taking her to a part of the facility she’d never been to. Frankly, Omega was too tired at the moment to worry about where they were going and if their previous interactions were anything to go by she’d be fine. Relatively.

Omega still didn’t like her much. Sure, Emerie was nicer to her than anyone else in this base, though that wasn’t much of a contest, but the girl still didn’t quite believe that Emerie was her sister. Even if, she was a stranger, someone working for the Empire. How could Omega trust her?

Besides, Omega didn’t want a sister thrust into her life like this, not after Eriadu. She just wanted Tech back. She wanted to be with her brothers again, all five of them.

In her first “nights” here, Omega had found herself crying more often than ever before in her life, while her dreams were haunted by Tech’s sacrifice. When have we ever followed orders? The words rang in her mind, as she’d watch helplessly from a distance as he took aim and fired. Frozen she’d see him fall over and over again, each time waking up as she called out to him, sometimes finding herself upright in bed, reaching out into the darkness.

She had lost Kamino, her old home, but with her brother by her side and the Marauder as her new home it had been somewhat easy to carry on. Losing the ship and Echo had been harder after that, like something had been shaking on the very foundations of her family. But this time she was alone, the loss was permanent and there no way to replace her brother.

Omega glared at Emerie. She would not let this woman, who appeared to be Hemlock’s right hand assistant or something, take advantage of her sorrow.

“Are you this angry at me for waking you up?” Emerie suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

Unwilling to answer, Omega merely twisted her mouth and looked away. As they took a turn into another corridor, she pulled up her shoulders, hugging herself to keep warm. As they appeared to be underground, this base was well ventilated, a little too well in certain areas. “Where are you taking me?”

Emerie smiled, as if happy the young girl finally spoke to her. “The laboratories...”

“So you can perform tests on me?” Her mind wandered back to Crosshair and she suppressed a shudder.

“Nothing of the sorts, Omega. It’s more of a concession, but you have to promise me not to tell Dr. Hemlock; he hasn’t exactly signed off on this.”

The girl frowned. Why would she go behind his back? Maybe she was lying; after all, Emerie had been trying to gain Omega’s trust from the very beginning, so this could be just a ploy. “Why would I want to go visit your laboratories? Whatever you and Empire are doing here, I don’t want to have anything to do with it.”

“It’s not about our work, but you will see. You might even thank me later.”

Omega very much doubted that, but was too tired to argue further. They continued to walk in silence, until they reached a guarded door. Despite the helmets, Omega could feel the TK-troopers eyes on her and did her best to ignore them. Emerie scanned her identification, the door soundly unlocking a moment later, and the guards stood aside to let them in.

“Come on.”

The young girl stepped inside, greeted by the light of half a dozen screens. It was a small lab, and given the setup meant to be used for analysis rather than any practical lab work. It was really just a few computers and screens showing data and models of anything from DNA-sequences to fully folded proteins and other complex biopolymers, as well as a central table, capable of holo-projections.

Aside from a commando standing guard inside by the door, there was only one other person still working at this hour, sitting in front of one of the computers in a repoulsorlift-chair. Omega squinted, as there was something familiar about this man, the way he was leaning forward, the hair. He turned his head. He kind of looked like...

...

Tech rubbed his eyes and the bridge of his nose, trying to stay awake. There was still a dull pain whenever he touched the latter, but at least the fracture had healed completely. As he pulled his hand back, his new pair of glasses slid back into place. He still wasn't quite used to them, which made him take them off every now and then, to give his nose a break.

He sighed tiredly as his eyes wandered back to the screen.

These last few days had been exhausting. Since day he'd woken up in the medical bay, Nala Se had been instructing him about Kaminoan cloning and genetic engineering. Lessons that Kaminoan scientist learned over several years he was now meant to absorb within mere weeks. Even with his enhanced intellect that was no small feat, but Nala Se kept pushing forward and it was taking its toll.

It didn’t help that his body was still healing, which took much of his strength and Tech had taken notice how quickly he tired, feeling drained by the end of each day. But he knew Hemlock was keeping track of his progress, so he could ill afford to slow down.

Tech hadn’t seen either of his siblings since the Imperial chief scientist had used them as leverage, but the clone had a feeling that he would be witness to any punishment they would receive for his failures.

Of course it could also mean that Hemlock was experimenting on them without him knowing, something Tech feared, but was powerless to prevent. It was as Hemlock had said; Tech’s cooperation would prevent further suffering, nothing more.

No, there was no point in thinking about that. More and more he was trusted to work independently, with only a single guard being in the same room at all times, which allowed him to finally set his own plans in motion.

Anyone watching him right now would merely see a program running simulations on recently proposed DNA-edits and their effects amino acid synthesis, but in the background Tech’s own software was slowly working on cracking various security measures. A first step.

Speaking of the screen, Tech watched as the simulation discovered the first defective protein, a result of the changed DNA-sequence. Naturally, Tech had expected this, but the program took longer and if he could waste Hemlock’s time without putting his siblings in danger, he would gladly do so as much as possible.

And there was still the rest of the edited sequence left to analyse. Maybe he could rest a little until the programs had finished. He wasn’t granted much time to sleep, only the bare minimum, which not only added to him tiring more easily, but he suspected further slowed his recovery.

Just as he was about to lean back into his hover-chair, he could hear one of the doors opening and twisted his mouth. Of course they had to check on him now.

He turned around, expecting to see either Hemlock or more likely Nala Se, but to his surprise saw another scientist and by her side was...

“Tech?” There was his sister, staring at him in disbelief, with wide eyes and mouth agape.

“Omega?”

The sound of his voice seemed to break some kind of spell, as suddenly her eyes filled with tears and she ran across the small room, as he turned his hover chair around. “Tech!” she cried mere moments before all but talking him, the force of impact pushing his chair back against the console. “How? I saw you fall!” Her arms wrapped themselves around him, head against the crook of his neck. “I thought...I thought you...”

Here she was, alive and unharmed by the looks of it, yet he was barely able to suppress a wince. His ribs were protesting, a sharp pain briefly rushing across his chest, and frankly, being hugged like this was...strange.

Close, physical contact was not something he was used to or generally desired, but he looked down at his sister, clearly shaken and in tears, and so resolved to bear it despite how awkward he felt. Besides, another part of him was simply happy to see her again, and he found himself not minding as much as expected. Gently he rested a hand on her head in a gesture he hoped was comforting.

“I was able to guide my fall, merely sustaining severe injuries upon impact. Eventually, I was found by a search party and brought here by Hemlock.” Upon him mentioning his injuries, Omega started hugging him more tightly, until finally he could no longer hide it and he flinched in pain. “Argh; careful.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Omega gasped, immediately letting go, though remaining on his lap. Her fingers gingerly hovered over his hands, has he pressed them against his still healing ribs. “Tech, your chest...and what happened to your face?”

He took a deep breath, or as deep as he was able, while the pain slowly faded. “Among my other injuries I sustained multiple fractured ribs. As to my facial scars; I was hit by several branches during my descent. While they slowed my fall at least one shattered my goggles, resulting not only in a broken nose bridge, but several lacerations.” Having seen them just this morning, Tech knew that while the bruises had healed, the cuts running across his eyes hadn’t completely. Still, as they didn’t impair him like his other injuries, he paid them no mind.

“I’m not aggravating any other injuries, right?” Omega asked, looking down since she was sitting on his lap at this point.

“No, my femurs were not fractured, if that’s what you are worried about.”

“But the chair.”

“Ah yes. Unfortunately, I lost voluntary motor function from the waist down, as the result of a spinal cord injury.”

Her eyes got wider than he’d ever seen. “You can’t walk?”

“Afraid not, though I suspect this ability could eventually be restored with the proper treatment. As I have no access to my medical file, I am unable to confirm this, however,” he replied truthfully.

New tears welled up in Omega’s eyes, which she quickly tried to wipe away. “We should have come back for you; we shouldn’t have left you there!” she sniffed.

Tech frowned. “You had no reason to assume I would survive my fall. Besides, had you come for me, all of you would have been inevitably captured or killed. Speaking of; what happened after we...parted ways?”

“The sky rail...we crashed into the station. I don’t remember much, but the others carried me back to the Marauder while we were pursued. When I woke up again, we were at Cid’s, getting treated by AZI.” He saw her fists clench and anger seeped into her voice. “But Cid betrayed us. She told the Empire. Hemlock came himself and told us you were dead, that they only found your goggles and demanded Hunter hand me over.”

“I’m certain he refused.” None of his brothers would give her up without a fight, which, considering she was here with him, had troubling implications.

“Yeah, but they, uhm....got me anyway,” Omega admitted sheepishly.

“Yes, so I’ve noticed. Were the others taken as well?” While he couldn’t deny feeling anger at Cid’s betrayal, Tech wasn’t surprised considering her past actions, threats and Millegi’s warning. But what mattered now was finding out if his brothers were alright, not just for their sake, but because Tech’s plan hinged on them being still out there.

“Last time I saw them, Hunter and Wrecker were brought to a shuttle.” She grabbed his arm, looking excited, as if she’d suddenly thought of something. “But Echo was still at the Marauder.”

Tech considered this for a moment. “Then there is a chance they are still out there.” After all, Hemlock had never used them to pressure him, like he did with Omega or Crosshair. Besides, he knew how capable Echo was, and it wouldn’t be the first time his brothers made a last minute escape. “Knowing my brothers, they’re looking for you as we speak, if they are indeed still out there.”

“But how are they going to find us here?” His sister rightfully pointed out. “I’ve been here for weeks and all I could learn is that this base is located within a mountain.” Tantiss. Tech had learned the name of the base, though it meant nothing to him and like her knew little else.

He glanced over to his guard and the scientist. They were still beside the door, the woman talking or questioning the Commando by the looks of. Still, it seemed safer to keep his voice low. “While I don’t know what they are doing to find this base, I am working on getting a message out.”

“You are?” Thankfully, Omega had caught on quickly and spoke more quietly now as well.

He nodded. “Crosshair’s was easily discovered, but I’m confident that in time I’ll be able to leave hidden patterns in transmissions send out from this base for our brothers to find and trace back. Ones the Empire hopeful won’t be able to notice unless they know exactly what to look for.”

“But the others will?”

“My hope is that at least Echo will.” They’d worked closely together since Anaxes and with his cybernetic enhancements Echo could perceive data differently from any other human, when using his scomp link. Additionally, he was now the most likely to still be free, and had been looking to find Hemlock’s base of operation since before re-joining them on Pabu. “It is a gamble, but I’m afraid that is all I can do without endangering us all for the time being.”

“How are you getting access? I’m hardly let out of my cell, unless...” She paused, all of the sudden looking appalled. “You’re helping them?”

Her disappointment was expected, the way seeing it now in person affected him was not, but he had made his choice for sound reasons. Tech sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Your wellbeing, as well as Crosshair’s, were made conditional on my assistance.”

“But the clones here, all these people that are going to get hurt...”

Tech grasped her arm. “Omega, there are not always optimal solutions. Those clones here would have suffered regardless of my participation. As for helping Hemlock and the Empire, I have to admit while I am aiding their efforts at the moment, I only provide them with just enough to keep my end of the agreement. Additionally, I’ve started hacking into their system, creating hidden backdoors that should eventually allow me to tap into everything in this facility,” he explained, nodding toward the computer beside them. “Once our brothers come to get you out of here, I’ll be free to destroy every bit of data compiled, everything they’ve gained from their research here and hopefully undo some of what I’ve done. I can’t allow this research to continue.” Of course that wouldn’t affect anything stored off-site, but it would still represent a significant loss to the Empire. Maybe then he could rest a little easier.

“There must be some way I can help.”

She said it with such conviction that Tech was certain she would try something foolish unless he directed her. Then again, he would probably need someone’s assistance. “There might be. I’m still working out the details, but I might need to access other computers to complete my hidden network.”

Her eyes all but lit up. “You want me to do it for you?”

“If there is no other way. I’m reluctant to put you into further danger, and I would have to construct the proper tools first.” It would have to be a discreet device, something she could quickly insert.

“Tech, I know you are trying to protect me, but I’m not safe here, no matter what you do. You gotta let me know how I can help; I don’t want to just sit around and wait,” Omega implored, before glancing over her shoulder to their respective chaperones. “They’ve already done something to Crossahair, they’ve examined my DNA...I don’t care what Hemlock promised you, but he won’t leave us alone.”

“I’m acutely aware of that, but at this point I don’t have enough information to point you at a specific target. Do you think you will be allowed to visit me again?”

“Emerie is still trying to gain my trust. I think if I play nice, she might allow me to see you again.” Omega paused, as if something troubled her. “She...she says she’s my sister.”

“Interesting.” Curious, though that would mean that this woman shared their accelerated aging, while also serving as a scientific assistant rather than a soldier. A prototype or previous attempt before Omega had been created, perhaps. Or did Jango Fett have a biological sister? In that case she would technically be their sister as well. No, those questions had to wait, especially with no way to verify any of his theories. “Do you believe her?”

“I’m not sure, but she works for Hemlock, so I don’t think we can trust her.”

Wise. “No, but perhaps she can be of use regardless. See if you can convince her to bring you round regularly. Maybe next time I have something you can help me with.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He noticed movement in the corner of his eyes and as he looked up, watched the scientist approaching them, having ended her conversation with his guard. “Ah, I guess this is it.”

Quickly his sister took hold of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric, until her knuckled paled. “No, I just found you again!”

Before Tech could reply, the woman reached them. “Omega, I’m afraid we’ll have to leave.” While firm, her tone was not without warmth. If she really cared a little about Omega that would make matters simpler.

Meanwhile, Omega didn’t even turn around, still looking at her brother. “Can I see him again?” A little early for that question in Tech’s opinion, but it was too late to stop her now.

“Maybe. His work is important, so we shouldn’t be distracting him too often.”

“I can multitask. Besides, it would be good to know, if Hemlock kept his side of our deal,” he added with a meaningful glare.

This Emerie seemed to consider his words for a moment. “Well, maybe not in the near future, but I’m sure another visit can be arranged.”

Omega remained reluctant. “Tech...?”

He nodded; this was probably the best they could hope for anyway at this point. “Go, I’ll be fine. Just keep out of trouble.”

“That’s not what I’m good at,” she noted with a weak smile.

“That’s why I’m reminding you.” Then, with a small smile of his own, he added. “Stay safe.”

“You too.”

“Come on, Omega.”

Slowly his sister slipped off his lap and followed the scientist, though she looked back one more time and waved before disappearing into the dimly lit corridor. Tech sank back into his hover chair, eyes lingering on the closed door a while longer.

A million thoughts were running through his mind, already devising new plans, required gadgets and equipment. He would have to procure the pieces in secret. Perhaps he could cause a malfunction at one of the computers to get a chance to rummage through the hardware.

With each new idea is mood improved. His mind was always active; it was nice to have it fully occupied with concepts to help his family once again, if only for a little while.

Beside him the computer emitted a subtle hum, catching his attention. On screen another faulty peptide had been revealed, but the sound told Tech that the background program had done its job. Pretending to go over the new date, he checked on his malware.

It had worked. Not surprising of course, he’d written the program himself, but he noted the sense of satisfaction as he freely accessed the computers of the labs on this level surrounding his.

The first step in creating his personal network.

The first crack in Tantiss’ defences.

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A bonus/continuation to Aftermath

#the bad batch #bad batch #the bad batch tech #tech lives #the bad batch omega

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taintedevesayori · 8 months ago

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Sayo's Route: Maniac 05

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Monologue

Kou invited me over to the Mukami manor once again. I knew I should still be worried about going over to their home. It had gone fine the first time, but Laito had technically come to pick me up. I was comfortable calling Kou my friend by now. I had even crossed paths with his other brothers multiple times at this point, and they were friendly with me as well. But it still lingered in the back of my mind that they wanted something from me, so I didn’t trust them completely yet. Still, I woke up early that weekend despite those thoughts so I could go over to his home.

-Sayo is walking to the Mukami manor

(I really should do this more often…It’s so nice out during the day. It feels refreshing to get some sun. The only other times I’ve gotten up during the day were the times I snuck out of town to meet with Lei and the others. Just going to sit in the garden during the day would be nice every once in a while.)

-She is able to find the manor without getting lost. She knocks on the front door like Kou instructed

(Is he really going to be awake at this time…? I know he said so but-)

-Kou throws the front door open

Kou: Sayo-chan, you’re here~!

-He pulls her into his arms

Sayo: Uh…yeah. Hey, Kou. I can’t believe you’re actually awake…

Kou: I told you I would be. Did you really think I would keep you waiting when I invited you? I don’t want to waste any of my time with you, you know? Those Sakamaki brothers could realize you’re here and come looking for you like last time.

Sayo: I guess that’s true. But we should have plenty of time before that happens.

Kou: That’s good at least.

Sayo: So what did you want to do?

Kou: I can’t tell you yet! It’s a secret~

Sayo: A secret? Okay then…

-Kou leads her to the living room

Kou: Okay, wait here and I’ll get it set up! No peeking or else, got it?

Sayo: Fufu…Okay, I promise.

-Kou rushes off, leaving her alone in the living room. She sits down on one of the couches

(I wonder what he’s planning…I’m really curious but I guess I just have to wait. Hopefully he won’t take long…)

-He returns after about five minutes

Kou: Sorry, Sayo-chan…! I would have had it set up before you got here but I didn’t know exactly what time.

Sayo: It’s fine, I don’t mind waiting a little. Are you ready now? I’m curious to see.

Kou: Yup! Come on!

-He takes her hand and leads her outside to the garden. There’s a blanket laid out on the ground with a selection of snacks and a few drinks spread out on it

Kou: Tada~! I was thinking of things you might have done with your friends and thought picnics were a pretty normal human activity, right?

(This is actually really cute…Not to mention, sweet of him to do…)

Sayo: Fufu…Yeah, it is. Thanks, Kou. This is great.

Kou: No problem~ Now don’t just stand there. Come on, let’s sit.

-The two sit down across from each other to enjoy the picnic Kou prepared

*Timeskip*

Sayo: It was so nice to spend all that time outside~!

-Sayo plops down on the couch in the living room. Kou sits beside her

Kou: I haven’t been outside during the day in a long time. It isn’t so bad every once in a while.

Sayo: Well, it makes sense that you aren’t. As a human, I should be more active during the day. The night lifestyle isn’t the worst, but it’s not preferred.

Kou: Even if you don’t like living with them, it seems like you’ve adjusted well.

Sayo: I guess so. I don’t want to stay there forever but I can’t say every moment is bad.

Kou: I’m a little surprised to hear that.

-Sayo shrugs

Sayo: I can admit to it.

Kou: I would rather you not like them at all.

Sayo: Why is that?

Kou: Because I want you to leave them and be with me, of course.

Sayo: Your real competition is with my escape plan, remember? I’m already planning on leaving that house. If you really want me to stay with you, you have to convince me to want that more than escaping on my own.

Kou: You always phrase it as ‘if’ you want that. Do you doubt that I want you?

Sayo: Ah…

(I can’t really tell him that I do…I mean…why would he? Being my friend is one thing, but I don’t understand why he’s insistent on wanting more.)

Kou: So you do. Why? How can I convince you I’m serious? What can I do to make you choose me?

Sayo: I don’t know…

-Kou stares at her for a moment before pulling her into his arms

Kou: You always want them to ask if they’re going to try to take your blood. So will you let me have some, Sayo-chan?

Sayo: …I guess that’s fine…

-Kou slides her shirt away from her shoulder before biting down. Without thinking, she wraps an arm around him

Kou: Nn…Phew….I’ll show you that I’m better than those guys…Haah…I’ll drown you in pleasure like this so that you won’t think of anyone…anything…but me. Then you won’t want to leave.

Sayo: Kou….

Kou: Mm…Fall even deeper for me, Sayo-chan...

*Meanwhile*

-Laito has gone down to the living room of the Sakamaki mansion, only to find everyone but Reiji is there

Laito: Hm? Why is everyone gathered?

Subaru: How are you the only one who doesn’t know even though you’re the one who is supposed to be watching her? Sayo is gone again!

Laito: Eh…?

Ayato: Reiji went to go get her.

Laito: Why didn’t he send me?

Subaru: Probably because he didn’t want to wait for your dumb ass to realize she’s gone.

Laito: Tch…It should have been me. She’s mine, after all. I’m in charge of her.

Shu: Haah…You guys are too loud…Are you really still trying to claim that?

Laito: What are you trying to say?

Shu: If anyone has a claim on her, it’s him. I’m surprised he hasn’t proclaimed himself as her guardian by now with all of the problems you two have had.

Ayato: Eh? When the hell did that happen?

Shu: He came to me a few months ago, before all this happened, saying that he was going to be the successor and that he was going to use Sayo to do it.

Laito: That doesn’t mean anything. There’s no way she would have anything to do with him if she knew his intentions.

Shu: She does know.

Ayato: Think she actually would?

Laito: There’s no way…!

Subaru: She doesn’t want to marry any of us, so there’s no point even talking about it.

Kanato: Still, doesn’t it say something that she still has a good relationship with Reiji despite knowing what he wants, Laito? Fufu…Would that be the case between the two of you?

Laito: …

-Laito leaves the room

-Meanwhile, back at the Mukami manor, the door is suddenly thrown open. Kou’s back is to the door but Sayo watches Reiji walk in

Sayo: Reiji…!

Reiji: It seems I have interrupted something.

Kou: If you know you’re interrupting, why not get lost?

Reiji: Because I have business with the person you are latched onto.

-Sayo scoots away from Kou

Sayo: Yes, Reiji…?

Reiji: When you were not present during our usual tea time, I wondered where you might be. I decided to come get you myself since Laito has failed to notice you sneaking off again. Come along, Sayo. We are returning home.

Sayo: Haah…Alright.

Kou: Seems like you care about this guy finding you a lot more than Laito, Sayo-chan…

Sayo: Reiji and I actually get along well…

Kou: An uptight guy like that? That’s surprising. How did that happen?

Reiji: Our relationship is not your concern.

Kou: Hmm…? Well, whatever. I don’t like being interrupted, but if you say you have to go, Sayo-chan, I’ll let you go. I’ll see you soon, okay?

Sayo: Right. I’ll see you at school. Thanks for today.

Kou: I’m glad you came, even if it wasn’t for very long. Bye, bye~

-Sayo follows Reiji out of the manor. They continue to walk in an awkward silence

(Why do I feel like I’ve been caught doing something bad…? I know they don’t want me to meet with Kou and his brothers. I thought I didn’t care about that. I certainly didn’t last time when Laito came to get me. I even told Reiji I was going to keep meeting with Kou. Why is it so awkward this time? Do I care what they think after all…?)

-Reiji pushes her up against a wall, narrowing his eyes at her

Reiji: You are allowing him to take your blood?

Sayo: Well…he asked if he could have some instead of just forcing me…

Reiji: His disgusting scent is all over you…I cannot allow this…!

-He leans down, biting her exactly where Kou had before

Sayo: Ouch…! Reiji…?! What’s gotten into you?!

Reiji: Nn….I cannot allow him to leave his marks on you…Haah…Nn….I will not allow him to take what is ours…!

Sayo: Reiji…! Come on, stop this! Calm down!

Reiji: Nn…Phew…

-He takes a step back from her

Sayo: You know, I’m more likely to listen when you use your words and not your fangs!

Reiji: Hmph…Are you going to listen to me at all? If I tell you not to meet with Kou again?

Sayo: …No.

Reiji: That’s what I thought. You stubborn woman. Can’t you see what’s right in front of you?

Sayo: What do you mean?

Reiji: …Apparently you can’t. Let us return home.

-He begins walking

(He looked so angry before…and now he just looks disappointed. What the hell is going on…?)

Sayo: Hold on…! Tell me what you’re talking about, Reiji.

-She chases after him

-To be continued-

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Omovember 2024 | My Hero Academia

𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛:

”𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.”

Aizawa, Shouta was not one who was embarrassed easily. He often finds other people to find the situations he finds himself in more embarrassing, while he simply just shrugs them off. He figured he just—doesn’t have that emotion. He has ‘embarrassed’ himself a lot, according to Hizashi. Apparently tripping and falling during the sports festival last year, on live television was his worst offense but to Shouta, it honestly was just an accidental opening he created. His opponent saw him as weak and clumsy because of it and doubted his abilities. He won in the hand to hand combat within seconds and secured his place in the hero course. He sees no reason why he should be embarrassed about any of that, anything…

He didn’t expect to realize that he does, in fact, have the ability to be embarrassed, the first night he decided to spend with his very first, and hopefully only, boyfriend. Especially because his boyfriend is none other than Hizashi, Yamada, aka, his best friend of the last three years, The person who saw all of his quote, un-quote embarrassing moments in school. The one who has been trying to find something, anything, that Shouta would feel embarrassed about since the sports festival three years ago.

Shouta is mortified that that's about to come true, because he has to wake him up. He can’t let his boyfriend sleep next to a puddle of his pee…even if he really doesn't want to see the look of ‘I told you so.’ on Hizashi’s face. To make matters worse, he has no idea why this happened!

The day was normal. They both went to the main building of the school to return their uniforms and graduation gear, having graduated a week prior. They only have a few days left in the dorms so Shouta decided to finally give in and sleep in Hizashi’s room. He has been adamant since they started dating not six months ago, but, Shouta was—admittedly quite stupidly, pulling all nighters most nights to get all his end of the year course works in…Hizashi has been mad at him for how tired he was in class and accused him of not sleeping again…

Shouta lied and said he was…Now there was no more coursework and until they get their apartment sometime next week, no responsibilities so he easily said yes. He has wanted to cuddle with Hizashi somewhere more private then the common room sofa since they made it official, and now—

Now there is a sopping wet mattress, sheets, and comforter between him and cuddling his boyfriend.

The most embarrassing part of it is, He woke up before any of it was even wet. He doesn’t remember having any sort of pee dream, or any kind of anxious thoughts before bed, and yet, he woke up to the feeling of his body just—peeing. As if he were in the bathroom standing before a perfectly good urinal.

And just like when he is peeing at a urinal…ounces it starts, he can’t stop it. So, not only did he wet his boyfriend's bed. He was awake for every single mortifying second of it until his bladder decided it was finally empty. The only saving grace was he was able to stop cuddling the blonde and keep it to the side of the mattress…but that only makes Shouta’s cheeks burn a darker shade of red.

Shouta tries to steady his breathing the best he can before he wakes Hizashi up, He pulls the blanket back up over his legs—for really no reason. He has the overwhelming urge to hide his damp sweatpants—oh god, he is wearing Hizahsi’s sweatpants as well…

“Better to rip the bandage off—” Shouta thinks to himself, his last thought before his reaches out and gently shakes Hizashi should.

“Love, wake up—” He says, knowing Hizashi can’t hear him at all without his hearing aids in, probably part of the reason he didn’t wake up, he couldn’t hear the initial stream of curse words and haste breathing that happened during the…accident. Shouta shakes him again, a little harder.

“Hmmm—what?” Shouta taps on his shoulder and reaches over to the nightstand and shows Hizashi his aids, he slowly sits up and slips them in. “Baby, what's wrong, what time is it?”

Shouta freezes, looking down at his lap…He has to tell him—it feels like the end of the world…

“Zashi I—I need to know where your sheets are…”

“Huh? Sheets? I keep extra. Why are you cold? I think I can fix th—”

“Zazhi, Wait–” Shouta can’t stop his boyfriend in time, the blonde is scooting over, closer to Shouta, closer to the puddle, with clear intent to wrap him in his arms

“Sho— did you…?”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear it! I—I—” Shouta’s voice breaks, because if there is one thing he knows about himself, it's that he doesn’t know how to handle new emotions and what he is feeling, is certainly a new one for him.

“Baby, Shhh. It’s okay.” Hizashi closes the remaining space between them, pulling Shouta into his arms and in turn, pulling the blankets just enough to reveal the darkened gray patch on Shouta’s sweatpants. Shouta instinctively reaches for the covers to hide it. “Aw, Baby? Are you embarrassed?”

And everything he was holding in breaks at that– “Yes! Of course i’m embarrassed! I just—I wet the bed like a toddler, in my boyfriend bed and—I—You can rub it in my face later but I need to change and shower and clean your bed and—oh god, you don’t have any sheets! We have to do laundry and god knows what time it is?! Someone might see and it will be obvious what happened—”

“Shouta!!! Stop it! I’m not—I didn’t ask if you were embarrassed to hurt you? I asked because I wanted to tell you it's not a big deal. If you were embarrassed to tell me you struggled with this because you thought I would get some kind of satisfaction from it—you read me so wrong babe!”

“I—I don’t struggle with this. This has never happened to me before…” Shouta blushes, at least not since he was at the oldest…ten…

“See, It was a total fluke! Nothing to freak out over! And don’t even think you're gonna clean this. You're gonna go take a long shower and get comfy, I’ll shove the sheets in the laundry shoot and we will be long gone before they even get to cleaning them. Nobody will know.” Shouta follows what Hizashi is saying, drying his eyes with his hands,

“But you don’t have new sheets—and the mattress is wet, I know it is, Zashi.” He refrained from telling him that he knows it is because he was awake for most of his accident and knows how embarrassingly long it was…

“Well, Luckily for us, your dorm is just a floor away with a perfectly clean and dry bed with our names on it!” Shouta…didn’t think of that. He was so focused on spending the night at Hizashi’s dorm he forgot—

“Oh my god—I didn’t go before we fell asleep…Zashi, we were watching that movie on your laptop and I had like six energy jellies trying to stay away from the ending…” Shouta could slap himself.

“Oh baby. I didn’t know you normally go before bed, I would have woken you up. I went before we got in because I figured we might fall asleep, See, this was just a blip because it's our first time doing this—” Hizahsi motioned around the room.

“I guess you're right…” Shouta feels the heavy weight fall from his shoulders…There really isn’t anything to be embarrassed about, it was just because of a series of unfortunate events.

“Go get cleaned up, I’ll bring you clothes.” With a soft kiss to his forehead Shouta makes his leave to the showers across the hall. After he is clean and in a new pair of Hizashi’s sweats he meets him in his own dorm room, thankful he doesn’t have to see the fresh damage he did to one of U.A’s mattresses. He quickly gets in his own bed next to Hizashi and cuddles up tightly beside him.

“Just wanna check, You don’t need to go before you fall asleep again, Right?”

“Zashi.” Shouta groans at his boyfriend's teasing tone. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it, you're just so cute when you're embarrassed.”

#mha #omorashi #fictomo #omovember #omocute #bladder desperation #bed wetting

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