#who knows maybe this will just. not happen last minute and all this was unnecessary but if it does go through don't forget this please

[momentomori24]

Before Tiktok potentially gets nuked off America, I wanna quickly remind everyone that no matter how much you hated that app (justified), no matter how much you thought it made people dumber and has brought so much harm to society (accurate), and no matter how much you think it being gone will probably be a small net positive for this hellhole of a planet (rightfully so), you should NOT be celebrating government overreach, a blatant violation of your 1st Amendment Right and a potential precedent for politicians to censor and control your online activity when they see fit. Don't forget that one of the main reason Tiktok ban was being pushed this time around was not just cuz of China, but for being heavily Pro-Palestine as well.

For example: Senator Marcus Rubio, fellow republican and Floridan nutjob (someone who might know as pushing for the ban repeatedly), literally tweeted in support of the ban that "TikTok is a tool China uses to spread propaganda to Americans and also used to downplay Hamas terrorism", linking this article that talks about the rampant "Anti-Israel propaganda" on the app. He's not the only one, too. He's just one example of this being motivated by racism and a conflict of interests.

When the proposal of the ban first hit, aside from being mad I kinda laughed at the law and wasn't fully convinced it would go through in the end from losing steam over time, but your government seems very enthusiastic about speedrunning corruption in broad fucking daylight so I'm bringing this up again. Even ignoring the small businesses that will be negatively affected by this ban, the countless people that will lose communities they were in for support, and the way the problems with Tiktok will just relocate themselves to other platforms rather than being solved, you should just not be happy about these fuckers controlling your online activity and taking down apps for obviously malicious and disingenuous reasons just because it happens to be an app you hate this one time.

-- a fellow Tiktok hater

[dreamsteddie]

Stretch Zone

I was feeling inspired and wrote the first little bit of this Yoga Steve Steddie and Buckingham au I was playing with yesterday. Not sure if I'll continue with it, but I had some dialogue floating around in my head and wanted to let it out.

I'm not really experienced in writing dialogue so my apologies if it came out weird.

Part Two

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Steve thinks Robin is being ridiculous, but at the same time, he knows firsthand how far someone will go for a crush. Robin calls him a “loverboy” which, is not completely off the mark but feels unnecessary to point out right after Steve gets ghosted…again.

But that’s beside the point. The point being that Robin has been going off about how she cornered herself into going to an intermediate yoga class to try and woo the cute girl who sits in front of her in her mandatory Writing 212 class. Apparently, Robin got a full two minutes of conversation in with said girl, a real feat since Robin usually spends the whole class psyching herself up to talk to her and then chickens out and dashes out the door as soon as class lets out. During said conversation, Robin found out Chrissy is a yoga instructor at the rec off campus, which resulted in Robin blurting out that she’s been meaning to take up yoga again (she’s never been) and that she’ll stop by a class sometime.

Which leads to now.

“-and I’ve never done yoga! I’ve never even thought about yoga except for that one time my hippie aunt Jen came to stay with us for a week and took up the entire living room every morning to do her weird stretches-” breath “and you know how clumsy I am! I’m going completely fall on my face and the angel that is Chrissy Cunningham is going to know that I’m a failed jock with no coordination and she’ll never fall in love with me!” she finally stops, taking a big heaving breath.

Steve, used to these occasional Robin Buckley rants had been leaning against the breakfast bar letting her go on for the last three and a half minutes. Sometimes it’s just better to let her get it out first.

“You done?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m done,” she replies, flopping on the sofa behind her like all the wind has gone out of her sails. Steve hates to see her upset, but at the end of the day, it’s an easy fix.

“Sweet. So I’ll just go with you alright? And when you completely biff it and fall on your face I’ll just,” he steps away from the bar and mimes falling onto the couch next to her, ignoring her over-exaggerated oof, “fall even harder, or whatever. Make a whole scene of it.” Robin glares a little at the when, but ultimately can’t be upset when they both know it’s inevitable.

“Seriously?” she asks, eyes big and blue in a way that always makes Steve want to punch a wall. He doesn’t. Only did it once when they were both supremely drunk and feeling emotional, but he does wrap his arms around her narrow shoulders.

“Eh, why not? Maybe I’ll even find a cool yoga babe of my own to woo,” he says waggling his brows in a way that makes her scrunch up her nose.

“As if Harrington. I bet you’ll fall even more than me. You’re big jock muscles aren’t designed for flexibility,” she says with a faux pretentious accent.

“We’ll see about that, Buckley.”

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Steve, much to Robin’s chagrin, does not fall on his face. Well, he does once, but it’s only because he’s following through on his promise to crash out for her when she falls on her face. Which she does almost as soon as Chrissy gives the instruction to lift their left leg while in downward dog. Unfortunately, it only worked the first time. The second time Robin crashed down, Steve wasn’t in a safe position to fall with her. By the time he was, the moment had passed. Luckily it’s nearing the end of the class when it happens and Chrissy mercifully releases them to relax into a corpse pose which, if you asked Robin, was perfectly fitting given the situation.

Steve though.

Steve really enjoyed the class.

Robin was right when he said his usual exercise regime wasn’t necessarily focused on flexibility and balance, but he finds yoga challenging in a gentler way than basketball or swimming. By the end of the day, he’s signing up for the full 12-week course and talking to Chrissy about what kind of equipment he should invest in.

“The most important thing is the grip. Mine was really expensive but I use it for work so I wouldn’t get the same one unless you’re planning to use it every day. If you’re comfortable giving me your number, I can send you some links to more reasonably priced ones.” Wow, Steve gets why Robin likes her so much. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. Part of him wonders if she’s hitting on him, but she seems like she genuinely wants to help, not take him on a date.

“Sure, yeah, that would be great. Let me just…” he pulls out his phone and unlocks it, handing it over to the girl in front of him. She puts in her name and number, which, is always good. Steve is so bad with names he wouldn’t want to spell it wrong and give Robin another reason to make fun of him. She hands it back and Steve is getting ready to say his goodbyes and go hunt down Robin, who fled as soon as the class went out, but Chrissy starts talking before he can.

“You came with Robin, right? Robin Buckley?” She blurts out, clearly nervous. “We’re in class together but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you!” It’s not that Steve thinks she’s lying, but there’s an undercut of something that makes him think Robin might not be alone in her pining.

“Yeah, we came in together.” He lets it hang, watching as her shoulders slump a little. “But we’re not dating or anything. I’m, uh, not really her type.” Her eyes go a little wide at his emphasis on type, perking up at the knowledge that Robin isn’t dating.

Oh yeah, he thinks, she’s got it just as bad.

[amongemeraldclouds]

Things I’ll Never Say

Why say things out loud when you can write them all down in a journal? No need to inconvenience everyone else with silly declarations of love that’s only guaranteed to break your heart. So what happens when your enemy - of all people - finds it?

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

“Is it that, or is it because you’re in love with me?”

Thanks to @thatdammchickennugget for the prompt. Here's my official entry for the Hogmarch challenge, prompt one. 1k words.

Author’s note: The way I screamed when this idea came to mind! Journaling is such a big part of my life, I’ll take any and every chance I can to incorporate it to my stories.

Indented text are journal entries.

Warning: Cursing, no use of y/n, slight angst but it’s kinda cute. Fluff express coming through!

✿ Masterlist

“Stop copying my notes!” I hiss at Lorenzo, moving my arm to cover my parchment.

“Come on, I missed class today. I need to catch up,” he says, tugging at the arm of my sweater.

“Go ask your friends,” I retort, moving my arm away from his grasp.

“You know they’re not in that class, just you,” he insists.

“Oh we’re not friends,” I deadpan.

“It won’t take long,” he tries again.

“If you weren’t busy sleeping around with everyone, Berkshire. You would have made it to class this morning.”

 He leans in to my ear and whispers, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

I grab the nearest hardbound book and swing it in his direction. Thwack! It strikes his shoulder.

The librarian looks at us sternly. “Your final warning was just given five minutes ago. No noise in the library!” She points her finger to the exit, “You two, out!”

“Great. Thanks for that, Berkshire. Good luck with your notes.” My face gets hot with embarrassment as I gather my things and rush off to the exit.

Enzo spots a black leather bound journal in the area you just vacated. He takes it with him as he exits the library. She’s always writing in this notebook. I’m sure she won’t mind if I take a peek, I’ll give it back to her anyway.

He damn well knew you would mind. When he reaches a quiet corner of the hallway, he proceeds to turn the cover anyway.

I know, I know. I’m not supposed to like Lorenzo Berkshire. Why the fuck did I just draw a heart over the “i”! That’s it. I’m losing my mind! I can’t be caught liking the boy who spewed the word mudblood in my direction our first year. Like it’s my fault I was born into my family. And screw him okay, muggles are awesome. I can break my own heart with my misguided affections, but I’d rather die before I ever let him break my heart. So before I check myself into a mental asylum, I need to just say this somewhere. Anywhere. A last ditch effort to save my sanity.

He’s the intrusive thought I love to entertain in my head.

As a dare, he took off his shirt at the party. My toes curled. I pretended not to notice him.

I heard him laughing with his friends. I love the way it lit up his face.

I saw him enter his dorm hand in hand with a girl. I never wish to be her, another one night stand. Once would never be enough. 

I nearly kissed him again.

He helped me pick up the pile of books I dropped at the library. He seemed kind and concerned. Ha! Who am I kidding?

I count down the hours until I see him again.

Maybe in another lifetime it wouldn’t matter: bloodlines, social status, and hierarchies. So unnecessary.

I noticed the veins in his arm at quidditch practice. I tried not to bite my lip. What must it be like to be wrapped in those arms?

And there he was again with his stupid hair breaking my stupid heart.

Enzo hears determined footsteps approaching and he shuts the journal, hiding it behind him.

“Fine, Berkshire,” I sigh when I reach him. “Here, take my notes,” I say, handing it out to him.

He quirks an eyebrow.

“Weren’t you so desperate to get them earlier?” I fold my arms. “I will not be part of the reason you fail in class.” I point at him, “you and your dumb ass can very well do it yourself. I have more important things to worry about.”

“Is it that, or is it because you’re in love with me?”

My brain short circuits, the fire freezing in my veins. How the hell does he know?

He smirks, pulling out a familiar black journal. My eyes widen.

“On second thought,” I say, stepping back. “It doesn’t matter,” I turn around and walk away. “Fail class for all I care.”

I’m yanked back when I feel Enzo’s grip on my wrist. “Wait.”

My heart thumps in my chest. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. He knows!

“I’m sorry,” he says. What? I turn back, my confused expression directed at him.

“That I called you a mudblood,” he explains. “I was a dumb ass when we were younger.”

“Finally, we agree on something,” I state, trying to mask the tremble in my voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you back then and I was prejudiced. Over the years, I enjoyed watching your passion for magic and studying. How you light up when you talk to your friends about a book you just read. And how you’re always the first to volunteer when someone needs help. You have this fire and warmth in you and I just need to be around it all the time. I’m reduced to being a moth to your flame and I don’t mind it at all.”

I blink, speechless.

He takes a step forward, voice softening. “Why do you think I tease you all the time?”

“Well how the fuck was I supposed to know?” The anger not quite there in my voice.

“I just wanted a chance to talk to you and I thought you hated me.” He brushes the hair from my face and cups my face. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

I roll my eyes, “Oh no, I do hate you.” I falter, “but maybe I kind of, just sort of, like you too.”

He grins. “It seems there are things we need to talk about. Will you go on a date with me?”

My heart stutters. “You already know my answer.”

He laughs, “stubborn as always. I’ll take that as a yes.” He pulls me in for a hug. 

Oh. Being wrapped in his strong arms is even better than I imagined. I rest my head on his shoulder when a thought occurs to me.

“You’re sure this is not just some elaborate ploy for me to keep giving you my notes?”

He sighs, “of course not, just enjoy this moment."

He moves his mouth to my ear, "But if you do, I solemnly swear I will make it worth your while.”

I don't hit him this time.

✿ Masterlist

A/N: For those who get the Avril Lavigne title reference, here's a tight hug for you! ♡

I may or may not have also had a place where I wrote down love confessions for someone I couldn’t have. Some of those may or may not have been included in the journal entries.

Two fics published in one day? Who is she?

[madwomansapologist]

So I saw you were asking for kyojuro requests,

what about Kyo coming home from THAT mission alive to Gn reader who hasn’t slept for days, worried that he would die like in the movie( maybe they had a nightmare of those scenes?) and that then tooth rotting fluff ensues of kyo comforting reader with hugs and snuggles and wraps them up in his haori?

one of these nights | kyojuro rengoku x hashira!reader

waiting. you fought, protected, killed, saved. for days on end, you contined with your duties as a hashira. but all it takes is one look at you to see the truth underneath it: you were waiting for him. waiting for kyojuro to come back to you. to come back at all.

cw: canon level of violence. conversations about death. demon being tortured. reader is filled with rage and violent intent. angst to fluff. happy ending. inspired by one of these nights by red velvet.

an: thanks for your request! really i just needed an excuse to write about him. kyo is such a sunshine ray, it hurts me to know he received the nanami treatment (guess i have a type). i even made a playlist for him.

Blood burned away from your lilac nichirin. Surrounded by darkness and ashes, you gazed at the head throwing offenses at you. You grabbed it by the hair, walking back to the sleeping village.

"I dreamed of him hours ago", you ignored all the whining. "He was bleeding. A hand deep into his chest, one of his eye long gone, his sword broken in two. Can you picture someone smiling in such a moment?"

"You stupid bitch! It was mine! That girl was mine! She would give me the strenght of twenty, no, fifty humans, and you took her from me! You gonna burn! You gonna die screaming and crying and begging..."

"I can", you answered your own question. "He won't die carrying grudges and regrets, no one will forget how my Kyo is sweet. Not the ones he saved, trained or had the chance of being changed by him. He deserves that. To be remembered."

Some lovers would tell you to have more faith. Hope. To accept that justice will prevail and goodness always is rewarded. Some would judge. How can you not trust Kyojuro to come back to you? How can you talk about his death? How can you love him when you act like that?

And for them, you asnwer would be: I am jealous of you. Jealous of how some have the privilege believing that poetic justice exist. Jealous of those that never noticed how easy it is to die. Jealous of the fearless.

Tonight, all you know is that you feel something wrong is about to happen. Something wrong, cruel and unnecessary. It's one of these nights you despise.

"He would've grant you a peaceful death, weak demon", you caressed his cheek. "Kyojuro would give you what he deserves, believing it must be the standart."

With a swift motion, your nail cut through his left eye. "Once he's dead, I'll turn my grief into torment and pain for your kind", one pull, and the gelatinous pieces fell on the ground. "I'll make demons dream about a world Kyojuro Rengoku survived."

Your tsuguko reached you as your fingers ripped the demon's lips appart. The wisteria you apply daily to your sharp nails was enough to make him to beg. You dropped the head on the floor.

Hands trembling, eyes wide open. You scared him. Another tsuguko that will runnaway from you. At least he lasted more than the others. "Report", you demanded.

"I attended her wounds", he started, voice oscilating. Not a man yet, not a boy anymore. He's growing stronger, faster than anyone should need to. "She insisted on cooking you dinner, Hashira."

He wasn't afraid of you. Of what he saw you doing to that demon. You chose him as your tsuguko because of how similar to you he is. He fight to protect, but he survives to punish. "Why are you so startled?"

"I saw his crow, Hashira."

Your tsuguko ran back to your mansion. The last part of his daily routine. You walked, so far behind you couldn't even see him. A distance you could cross in the blink of an eye turned into minutes of silence.

You're not ready to hear it. Not now. It's too soon. To live as a slayer is to be aware of how easily the balance between life and death can change. But Kyojuro deserves better than that.

Kyojuro deserves all the sunrises and sunsets this world can offer. He deserves sweet treats, salty soups, succulent meats. He deserves to see his father change, his brother grow, this country heals. Kyojuro deserves more than you could ever give him.

At least, if you're about to hear the news from his crow, that means you won't be the one to tell Senjuro. Cry now, you thought to yourself. Do it now so you won't do it in front of the kid.

Blinded by heavy tears, you followed the blur lights surrounding your mansion. Sanemi would've mocked your for acting so vulnerable at night. A newborn demon could end you now, and you wouldn't notice until their fangs were deep on your skin.

How didn't you noticed? If a crow was to warn you about his death, it would've fly straight to you. It wouldn't be his crow. And the path wouldn't smell like blood and sweat.

How didn't you heard as he gasped? How didn't you felt the air changing as he stormed towards you? How didn't you knew he would come back home? Come back to you.

"Why are you crying, my jewel?" Kyojuro evicted the silence following you home. His powerful voice ecchoed throught the night. His scarred hands held your face, fingers cleaning the tears. Softly, he made you look up. "Who made you cry? Tell me and I shall punish them!"

As your tears dried, you reached for him. Trembling hands raised, stopping right before you could feel his skin. Was it a dream? Did your fears came true and you finally went insane? "Kyo..."

He was there. Right in front of you. You could feel him. The scars on his hand. The warmth of his breath. The sweet aroma of orange coming from his hair. You could feel his fire. That bright soul only Kyojuro has.

And he was hurt. Wounds across his face. Blood dripping from his shoulder. He was in pain. He never went back to you like that. Looking so fragile. So vulnerable.

Your Kyojuro, your sweet Kyojuro, was hurt. More than you could ever imagine. And still, he managed to come back to you.

"You're back", you whispered. Your head was so light, no thoughts could manage to distract you from his burning eyes. "I thought... I-I had a nightmare. And the crow..."

Kyojuro sighed. His hold tighten, forehead falling into yours. Embraced by him, the rest of the world be damned. You couldn't care less about this wretched floating rock.

"Forgive me, flame of my heart", he whispered. Kyojuro whispered. That made you hold your breath, afraid of this being a product of your tired mind. "I promised to never make you cry."

You closed your eyes, hands on his broad shoulders. "I will always forgive you", you bit back the tears. "As long as you keep coming back to me."

"It was an Upper Moon."

You stumbled back. Kyojuro grabbed you, his fingers deep into the skin of your hips, haori floating between you two. "You survived a Upper Moon."

"No", Kyojuro smiled. "I killed one."

You laughed. Loudly. Until your cheek burned. You grabbed his face, pulling Kyojuro into the longest kiss you ever shared. You couldn't let him go. You would never let him go.

How you love being wrong.

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

general taglist: @lovelyy-moonlight

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[mstowel]

this is a lot of posts for me in 24 hours, but there are a couple things i saw/experienced at the show in relation to audience & stage door behavior that i think is important to know to discourage that behavior. this is gonna be super long, so bear with me <3

tldr: be quiet during shows & be respectful to those around u at stage door

first the audience behavior. i was sat behind two people who i have had the unfortunate luck of sitting behind at an earlier show a few weeks ago. so this doesnt go for all audience members, but i have heard other situations like this as well. the ENTIRE show, they were lip syncing to the songs and dancing (which ok worse things have happened, but it was incredibly distracting for the people around me, who kept complaining about their behavior). they also were literally quoting the scenes out loud. like, would say the character's lines before the actor even said it themselves. it was actually insane? like fully ruining scenes and moments in the show, because they clearly wanted people around them to know they had seen the show before. behavior like that is just rude and incosiderate. if u wanna sing along and act out the dialogue, maybe stay home and watch a bootleg? people paid a LOT of money to see the actors perform, not random audience members. it was really frustrating to a lot of people sitting around me, and to me as well. so just dont do that maybe?

for stage door behavior, im gonna name one person (bc multiple ppl have had issues with them), but leave the other two unnamed because i dont think anyone needs to receive unnecessary hate. there were a few people at stage door who werent at the show, and i understand that that happens all the time and u cant really do anything about it! but it was people who often brag and post about going only to the stage door without seeing the show and take up a few spots at the front. like....this is not the first time they've done this, and also they were maybe involved in a certain dming and food situation from a while ago if u guys remember that....so. no hate to them, free will and all, you can do what you want. but like, the repeat offending of constantly stage dooring without seeing the show is wild to me.

for the named person, broadwaypolaroids needs to chill tf out. i know multiple ppl who have had issues with her, and i never really cared to think about her until the last few times i have stage doored (all of which she has been at) where she is just so disrespectful not only to the actors, but the other fans who were at the show waiting to talk to the actors. she was fully interrupting fans conversations with certain actors to make the actors take at lesat 3 or 4 photos on her dumbass camera. she also was fully blocking the way for actors to leave and forcing them into stopping to take pictures. also insane that she charges money for these pictures and i think more people need to be talking about it, but maybe thats just me. i also one night saw her be rude to security because trevor (who was on as pony that show) didnt sign playbills in the section she was standing in. mind u trevor was outside for lile 15 minutes really taking his time with the fans. she went up to security and basically demanded they get trevor to come back outside. it was literally one of the more insane things i have ever witnessed. anyways, that turned into a rant. but the behavior from her last night was seriously not cool and shes just a rude person from what i have seen.

anways! lets remember to be considerate and respectful of those around us, both at the show and afterwards. everyone is there for the reason of enjoying the show and maybe getting to compliment the actors' performances after. so just be quiet during shows and be kind to those around u, in seats and at stage door. its truly not that hard. ok bye! <3

[crowleysgirl56]

Ok, so here are some of my rather long rambling thoughts. I’ll start off with some pros and cons and then provide some speculation:

My initial negative reaction:

- Compressing 5 hours worth of content into 90 minutes feels like things will be rushed and we won’t get a good story.

- HOW do you take a month to rewrite six 45 minute long scripts into a movie length feature and have it still be good?!

- the compression of the story means we will likely not get any more flashback sequences. Admittedly I actually thought we probably wouldn’t get more flashback scenes in season 3 anyway, but this definitely proves the case that we won’t. There won’t be time for it.

- who has re-written the script? Because here’s the thing about Pratchett adaptations. They’re fucking shit. No one (in my opinion) has been able to successfully transfer that man’s unique sense of humour and writing style onto screen. Every single Discworld adaptation has been on a scale of awful to kind of meh. EXCEPT for season 1 of Good Omens. As much as we hate him now. As vile as he has become in our hearts, the thing about NG is that he understood Terry’s unique style. He understood what worked and how to transfer that to the screen. And that breaks my heart on so many levels. Because he was all we had. And we certainly didn’t want him any more. But still, who THE FUCK has written the finale script now?

Now here are my positive thoughts on the situation:

- NEIL GAIMAN GOT HIS SORRY ASS FIRED! GOOD!

- Consequences. The industry has signalled consequences. Finally!

- We are getting a conclusion! It could very well have been cancelled and we would have been left with the final 15 forever. We get to see them again. That deserves a Wahoo!

- thinking back over season 2, which I enjoyed, I actually do have to say a lot of it was kind of unnecessary filler. The flashback sequences were great. But the actual core of the season’s arc involving Gabriel was just a bit boring. I’m forever grateful for it because we got to spend almost 6 hours watching Aziraphale give Crowley heart eyes and Crowley do beautiful acts of service proving his love back. But the meandering stuff with Nina and Maggie and trying to work out why Gabriel lost his memory wasn’t all that interesting. I was here for A&C.

- so I think MAYBE that means the compression of what had already been written for season 3 means it’ll cut out the plot bits that drag. Hopefully this means it’s faster paced and tighter and more focused on A&C.

Speculations:

Thinking back to the last time NG interacted with the fandom, he had confirmed the first three episodes were written and were with Amazon for approval, episode 4 was almost done, the last part of episode 6 had been written, and he had started plotting episode 5. We never got a confirmation if he ever finished them. So this maybe indicates that the finale is lifted exactly out of these scripts. My assumption is they’ve brought in a script doctor to edit what they’ve already got and wrap up plot points. In which case, on the one hand it gives us close to the story and idea of what Terry imagined. On the other, the far more negative connotation, it’s still NG’s work. The articles that have all come out so far merely states “Gaiman is not involved with the production and the finale is based on his work”. This could be Prime distancing themselves without actually confirming how he’s contributed. Which is still largely disappointing.

So, once again I feel very conflicted. A lot of the fandom have been very adamant about not wanting to support the show if Gaiman was involved, and in the end he wrote the show. Even if he had been removed as producer and showrunner and wasn’t allowed on set (thankfully it seems all three of things have happened), I know that wouldn’t have been enough for some fans because he would still have ultimately been responsible for the product that we eventually see. And I don’t know how to feel about that.

I’m happy he’s gone, I’m disappointed the show has been gutted, I’m glad we get a conclusion, I’m sad it won’t be exactly what we wanted.

I’m SO THANKFUL that the women get some semblance of justice, that there is a consequence for a perpetrator, that a big ass company is finally listening to fans and moving with the times and signally this kind of behaviour isn’t appropriate and that repercussions can and will be felt.

Finally, I’ll remind everyone that there are going to be a lot of different and conflicting feelings from the fandom. I would ask that everyone try to be nice to one another. If you have a differing opinion, maybe rather than debating it you just allow that person their feelings and move on. Do not go after someone if you feel like they’re not reacting the “right way” to the situation. Just be kind please. It’s what Terry would have wanted.

[f1version]

Congratulations! Your works are amazing! You totally deserved this. Can i please request a headcannons about a secret reliationship between mick schumacher and a female driver?

KISSING IN SECRET ★ MSC47

pairing: mick schumacher x merc driver!reader ( she/her ) word count: 1679 warnings: mentions of misogyny !!!

2k celebration ★ general masterlist

Love comes easy to you and Mick—friends for too long, eager to make up for the time lost. What’s hard is the nature of your relationship; secrecy protecting your peace.

It begins at a pub in Austin, 2021. You were celebrating your first win for Mercedes, and even though his result was far from good, Mick decided to tag along. Then, all it took was a couple of shots, a bit of dancing, and a lonely corner to blur the lines of friendship and fall on each other’s lips. 

A week of tension, anxiety, and avoidance later, you were falling asleep in his arms, heavy breathing and soft touches all over your body.

Now your life is based on clandestine meetings, brushing fingers or stolen kisses, and a well put illusion of friendship. 

And no one ever thought much about your closeness, not until Mick moved to Mercedes in 2023. 

When people saw Mercedes’ star driver sharing so closely with the new guy—one whose performance didn’t leave people’s mouths,—they prayed for a big story. By the time Australia rolled by, the PR team requested distance while the cameras were on. 

And it wasn't as if these types of requests were foreign to you; misogyny was a thing after all, but you were never in love with George, or Lewis, or Alex, or Lance, or anyone but Mick. It was frustrating, but it didn't change a lot of things—especially because Mick was a reserve driver.

Of course, the topic would make it into your conversations: 

“Do you think it would be a disaster? I mean going public.” Mick asked almost out of nowhere. You were lying on his chest, freshly showered after a disappointing Austrian GP. “Maybe. It will most likely follow us forever.” You said, and he sighed, “Do you think the team would be okay with it?” “I think they care about us enough.”

There were stories about this. Drivers within the same teams having such a strong relationship (let it be romantic or platonic, who knows) that they destroy not only their’s but the team’s trust. 

Both of you believe Lewis knows. Your only evidence being the small pep talk he gave you moments before his last race in the sport, in 2022. Something about being selfish, about how this sport will always judge, so you might as well take what you want.

You wanted everything. To be selfish, to take your time, to figure everything out first, but also to just be reckless. You didn’t tell him that; you just expressed your gratitude.

The European arm makes it a bit easier. Motorhomes are used, and hotel rooms become unnecessary. It’s as simple as walking into a room and not caring about avoiding people in the hallway; your only excuse is your well-known friendship. 

You love spending nights laughing, kissing, crying, and everything in between. 

You were reckless, and learned to be as careful as you needed after the George incident™

It happened in Belgium; the race and debrief ending hours ago. You were in your room, boyfriend sneaking in to talk about the race, which ended in a very lovely make-out session. And that’s when (clueless) George decided to knock on your door. 

Mick ran to your closet, making a mess of your race suits to be able to close the door. You, absolutely terrified of the Paddock’s Gossip Girl, threw a blanket over your body, taking a deep breath before facing George’s comments of: “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” and “Also hit by a truck,” and “Need help with the suits?” 

You rolled your eyes and had him complain about the car with you for forty-seven minutes. Mick could barely feel his legs after that one. 

At some point, the team starts talking. More about Mick having a crush than anything—especially since he doesn't deny it. But it’s mostly a joke; no one takes it too seriously until that teasing reaches Toto’s ears. 

For a second, you were ready to be called to his office and hear him talk about how he supported whoever you chose to love, but that if someone or something was making you uncomfortable, you must tell him. 

You had always been grateful for those talks. In the end, you knew they were there because of how ruthless the media had been in 2020, after your first dating rumors with a driver—with George, out of all people, your teammate then and your teammate now. George who had (and has) a girlfriend. It had been an awful sophomore season, to say the least.

This was different, though. This was not the media making up things; this was his own team talking about his reserve driver having a crush on his driver. This could be a different story. 

Here’s the thing: You had never heard the teasing in person, you knew of it because of Mick. You spent nights laughing at it together, making up responses he could give to hard launch your relationship. They never got out of the coziness of your bed, but it was fun. 

That particular day wasn’t Mick gossiping, that day you were there, and it caught you off guard. A good off-guard, you were ready to laugh it off. 

But Toto was also there, mistaking your surprise for discomfort. And so you weren’t called to his office, you stood next to him during a 20-minute talk on professionalism, respect, and boundaries.

You were grateful, not knowing where that joke could end up… But still, you and Mick laughed the whole night. 

Also, I would be lying if I said it didn’t set off an alarm, bringing to the table a thought you had been trying to avoid: the consequences of public. The need for security.

Consequences mean a lot to people, especially in your sport. A driver’s health could be destroyed by not acknowledging them after all.

For you, consequences meant having the media hang on to it forever to diminish your work. It means being called names, be harassed by fans. Means being accused of taking advantage of your power. It could even mean closing doors to other female drivers because misogyny is a thing.

For Mick, it means another reason for his place in Mercedes to be questioned. “Who knows how long they have been dating?” “She and his last name gave him a place.” It means being portrayed as an exploiter, his relationship reduced to an unethical plan to get back on track. Means being praised at your expense.

But there are pros. There’s a necessity to continue changing people’s minds, to be happy, selfish, and own it.

Summer break gets in the way of those conversations though...

Breaks are your favorite part of the year (as a couple). You either stay in Switzerland or avoid the so-called “hard launch islands,” where drivers pretend obliviousness towards snapping pictures of them and their partners.

(Sebastian Vettel gave it the name by the way)

“What if we soft launch?” You asked one morning, scrolling through Pinterest and looking at all the ways a soft launch could happen. Mick choked on his drink, coughing a bit before answering, “I’m so sorry, babe, but what?” “Hear me out! We can have people know we are in a relationship, but they don't have to know it’s us yet. It can be a years-long soft launch if we want.” 

Mick stared at you for a whole minute, smirk following it. He thought it was brilliant, laughing while trying to properly kiss you. 

“We have to tell PR, tho.”

Two weeks later, you called on a meeting with PR, lawyers, and Toto, they had no idea what would be discussed. 

Toto's eyes went wide as he saw you and Mick enter the room together, and everyone followed his motion after you briefly explained the situation.

Your PR manager spoke first, “I won't lie and tell you it’s going to be easy; both of you understand how cruel the media is, but I also don’t think it will be as hard as we imagine... if you go public, of course.”

Then Toto started talking about how, to some extent, he understood your worries. How “People will talk sh*t all the time; you need to unconditionally support each other so it doesn’t kill you.” He gave the support talk and visited a couple of logistical questions.

Five days later, Mick had soft-launched his girlfriend, and five weeks after that, you had a boyfriend. 

Eventually, you told some friends (those who didn’t know already.) 

George was 100% not surprised. He grins and shouts, "Knew it!” and suggests a double date with him and Carmen. (To that plan, other couples are added—Alex, Lance, Esteban, etc.)

It turns out, with the help of your team and the correct people, everything becomes easier. From interacting in front of the cameras to booking rooms.

One of your favorite things is the teasing your friends/colleagues give Mick after you score a podium. He starts giggling and muttering about how proud he is of you, cheeks turning pink and eyes unable to leave you.

Mick loves sitting next to you during debriefing, letting you play with his hand under the table when anxiety strikes. 

It feels good. Not to be so secret around the paddock. 

“You know I love you, right?” “Yeah, but I love you more.” “Okay, competitive!”

Sometimes you want everyone to know. Surprise the world with Mick being the guy on your Instagram, and Mick feeling the need to shout in everyone’s faces that his girlfriend wasn't the model they speculated to be.

The third year of your relationship, 2024, is the hardest. There are eyes on you all season, commentary becomes stronger as you fight with Max on track, and so rumors of your relationship with Mick arise. 

Mick hates everything being said about you and eventually can’t hold back the need to be loud about it. And so do you. 

Both of you want to be selfish. Take whatever you want out of this sport. Who cares what people say.

[peterdarlingg]

Exiled Angel

Mob!tom holland x reader

Prologue

Warnings: panic attack, injuries, yucky flirting and just angst. (some fluff tho to an extent)

Dividers by @saradika

The rain dripping on your face was what woke you up. You opened your eyes very slowly and as you started to adjust to the light coming from the light post you were under and your senses started coming back you realized you were lying on the ground on the sidewalk alone on an empty street.

Your body stiff and you felt a headache coming on. You got up very carefully and your knees almost gave out from how dizzy and weak you felt. Your head was pounding and you started to feel anxious as you didn’t know where you were.

Walking down the sidewalk slowly but surely you decided to go find some shelter to hang out in to figure out what on earth was going on.

After walking for what felt like hours, you slowly deduced that it was very late. Nothing was open at all. You kept walking and you almost gave up until you found what looked like a bar or club and decided to go inside maybe find some help. It wasn’t the most ideal place especially in your condition but it looked like the only place that was open. You’d take anything right now.

You walked inside and instantly the loud music and chattering noise of everyone hit your ears. Feeling the bass of music in your stomach, you headed over to the bar area to sit down and gather your surroundings.

You were soaked from the rain, cold and shivering you sat looking at the people swaying and dancing and swaying on the dance floor with no care in the world.

“Hey, you okay?” You looked to your right and followed the sound. A blonde haired bartender with his striking blue eyes looking at yours.

It took you a second to realize he was actually talking to you. “Y-Yeah, fine” you replied, voice shaking.

He nodded suspiciously and took off serving other people coming in.

Your brain tired to remember what had happened. What was the last thing you remembered?

“Hi,” you whipped your head to the sound of the voice coming from your left, you were met with a dark eyed face, and you instantly felt uneasy.

“Do you want to dance?” He asked looking you up and down for sure checking you out and made you want to bolt out the door. “No thanks,” you replied sternly- well as stern as you could be, hoping he’d get the memo and leave you alone. Apparently he didn’t.

“Well can we at least get to know each other? If you know what I mean?” He smirked eyes locked down at your chest.

‘Was anyone seeing this?’ You thought.

“I’m Joe, what’s your name?” He finally had the decency to look in your eyes asking you.

You turned around about to cuss him out or run away which one you hadn’t decided yet,

when you suddenly froze, ‘my name?’

‘Wait a minute..’ you thought suddenly. ‘I don’t remember my name..?’ ‘Who am I?” ‘What’s my name?’ ‘Why can’t I remember my name?’ You thought and started panicking.

‘Why can’t I remember anything?’ ‘What’s happening to me?’

You didn’t know who you were, what your name was, you didn’t remember what happened, and you had no idea where you were. Yeah. You were definitely panicking.

As your breathing picked up you started looking around frantically. You didn’t know what or who you were looking for. You left the bar leaving the guy high and dry as he deserved.

What you didn’t see was the blond bartender’s eyes following you.

You tried to calm down so you wouldn’t attract any unnecessary attention but it just wasn’t happening. A gentle sob came out of you, and the tears kept coming. You were feeling so incredibly lost like a child lost their mother on the street.

You’re chest felt like it was caving in and about to break. With blurry eyes you hurried over to the corner of a wall. You just wanted to hide and wake up from this nightmare. You slid down to the floor, too emotionally unstable to stand, and drew your knees to your chest and rested your head between them, Almost trying to hide from the world and to trying to calm your hyperventilating but you were too far gone.

Meanwhile in the V.I.P. area at the back was none other than most feared mobster in London, Tom Holland. He was at the top of the food chain and anyone who is everyone knew it.

After all he owned the place and It was his first night off in months that he decided that he would gladly give himself, and he was three whiskey glasses in, having the time of his life….well that was until Harrison, best friend and his second in command burst through the back interrupting Tom in the middle of a good time.

“Mate, I’m so sorry, but you know I wouldn’t have came here if it wasn’t important,” he panted, out of breath from running up the stairs to the V.I.P section. “What is it Haz?” He asked, his eyes hard and jaw clenched.

You suddenly felt a hand on knee and instinctively recoiled, letting out a sob choking you. “Hey, hey it’s okay,” you heard a soft voice say. Well as soft as a voice can be in a bar. But the lump In your throat was too big to reply to it. Loud sobs racking through your body when someone tried to touch you again on the shoulder.

“No, don’t touch me, please don’t touch me, please, please just…” you panicked. “Same thing happened when I tried talking to her, she wouldn’t talk to me,” Harrison told Tom. Tom glanced over to Haz from his crouched position in front of you.

“Okay darling, I won’t touch you again okay?” “Can you please just look at me?” “I just want to help,” Tom explained calmly.

“No, I-I-no-“ you stuttered unable to catch your breath.

“Shh, hey look me darling it okay, you’re okay,” you stared to look up slowly but surely until you faced the person owing the soft voice of whiskey.

“That’s it darling,” he was finally able to see your beautiful innocent eyes and tear stained face. “Hi, my name is Tom”

“can you tell me what your name is?” He asked gently with a smile. “You were still taking harsh breaths but calmed a bit looking into his eyes.

“I-I don’t remember,” you mumbled, looking down, almost ashamed.

“You don’t remember your name?” Tom asked skeptically.

“I don’t remember anything,” you cried. “I-I woke up like an hour ago and I was lying on the ground in the middle of the street a-and I don’t know what happened to me and I can’t remember anything,” you sobbed, breaking once more, putting your head between your knees again.

“Okay, hey you’re okay, try to calm down okay, can I touch you?” “You hesitated but nodded nonetheless , and he immediately put his hand in your shoulder with a reassuring grip.

“Hey, look me, love.” He said stern but soft.

He looked at your eyes after you slowly raised your head. “Okay let’s take a deep breath in,” he told you as he sucked in a breath encouraging you to do the same.

��And out,” he exhaled loudly and gently not to startle you reached for your hand and placed it on his chest to feel him breathing. He did this repeatedly helping you breathe in and out until your breath finally slowed. His heartbeat grounding you.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked, you focused on his voice over the loud noise around you. “Yeah, a bit.” You croaked. “Okay, that’s good,” he smiled.

His smile quickly dissolved once his eyes caught a look at your body. Your shoulders and arms down to your thighs are a bunch of angry looking bruises. He wondered if you were aware of them.

“W-what?” You stuttered, nervous of his sudden mood change. You were still very wary of this stranger who decided to help you for some reason you couldn’t comprehend.

Tom deduced you were in fact not aware of said injuries.

He shook his head, “Nothing don’t worry, how about we go at the back where it’s a bit quieter and you can tell me what happened, is that okay with you?” He found your eyes, expression gentle. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes this time around.

You looked at him eyes hesitant. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can stay here but you’re already overwhelmed and I don’t want you getting stressed out from all this noise.” He reassured you.

“No it’s okay, it actually is loud in here.” You finally found your voice.

He slowly helped you up making sure you were comfortable with him being close to you and he lead you back to the VIP area, Harrison following, where it was as he promised much quieter. He was also the only one here. He really only made this area for him and friends and family or any meetings. So it was only them inside. You walked in and the loud banging instantly came to a halt.

A/n: so??? Thoughts? Feedback is welcomed! I’m a little rusty so keep that in mind tho! Hope you enjoyed thank you for reading! <3 likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

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⟡ ݁₊ Sad 2see u go ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Pairing - Nakamura Kazuha X fem!Reader

Genre - angst

Synopsis - A painful truth is that love is not always enough to maintain a relationship Word Count:1.030

Warnings! relationship breakup, mention of fights, may be sensitive content for some people

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The wind blowing through the cracks in the windows was the only sound that filled the room, the loud whistle causing a certain shiver and discomfort in you, the poorly lit and cold environment gave you chills, the constant feeling that something was wrong slowly consuming you.

A different sound, the sound of the lock opening finally took you out of the whirlwind of thoughts you were in, a familiar figure entering the room, not knowing whether to be happy or sad to see her, you stood up.

“Hi.” was the first word you had spoken in a few hours, Kazuha then noticing your presence after hearing your voice.

“Oh, hi.” you watched her take off her coat and put away her keys, a nervousness running through your entire body, certainly in tufts of the scenarios you imagined, it certainly seemed easier to face her and say what you wanted “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

“I was waiting for you.” Kazuha's muscles tensed, a thousand thoughts running through her mind as she turned to look at you, a tense expression on your face, something that was hard to see, but unfortunately she had seen it often.

"Did something happen?"

Sure, you had so much on your mind to say, so many complaints and questions to ask, but you froze. Seeing her there, in front of you, this time real and not just a scenario in your mind, was harder, you were no longer teenagers and you had been together for years, but Kazuha still made you nervous.

Over the past year, the entire relationship that you had built meticulously and carefully began to crumble, the moments of conversation at the end of the day turned into mostly meaningless and unnecessary arguments, arguments that you would normally resolve in a few minutes turned into hours of screaming and sometimes a few tears. You held on as long as you could, after all, Kazuha was the love of your life, even if she hurt you with rude words, sometimes love hurts, doesn't it?

The answer that most people believe is that yes, love hurts and that's normal. But that's not how it should be, in a more rational view, love should be comfortable and comforting, the person you love should make you feel good, disagreements are inevitable and this happens to any person who has their own opinion, but why would it be normal for someone you love to hurt you?

When that key turned in your head, your whole vision changed, maybe you and Kazuha weren't going to spend your whole lives together and that's okay, you did what you could to save this relationship but now you couldn't do anything else, you have to move on.

"Can we sit down?" She waved, the two of you walked together to the living room, light flashbacks passing through your mind, of all the moments you spent together on that same couch “I don’t know a better way to say this.”

“Don’t say.” She clutched the fabric of her pants, a big lump forming in her throat.

“Zuha…” She shook her head.

“Just don’t say, please don’t.” The last three words sounded so low that it seemed more like she was talking to herself than to you.

Kazuha had the same bad feeling all day, so when she heard that you wanted to talk and that you were waiting for her, everything seemed to stop, she regretted all the times she yelled or that you two fought for the most stupid reasons possible.

“This isn’t working anymore…” She kept shaking her head, looking down this time.

A sob.

“We can fix this, I swear, I can make it better, please.” You sighed as you heard more sobs and small murmurs coming from her “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Then we don’t have to break up.” She looked at you, her eyes watering, bright trails of tears reflecting in the dim light of the room.

“Love isn’t everything, Kazuha.” She moved, sat down next to you and held yours tighter.

“But if we love each other then we can get through this.” You shook your head again, controlling yourself as much as possible so as not to cry along with her.

“Love doesn’t fix everything either…” She cringed “I’m so sorry.”

“Is it your decision?” You agreed and she sniffed, letting go of your hands to wipe the tears away with the back of her hand. “If that’s really what you want then fine, I want to see you happy” even if it’s not with me.

“I’m sorry things ended like this.” She looked at you again, you then feeling your eyes burn and a tear form.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one who should apologize… I’m sorry, Y/n, for everything.” You smiled.

“I forgive you.”

For the next few minutes, Kazuha remained seated on the couch, crying softly, trying not to disturb you.

Seeing you with a suitcase walking to the door was certainly one of the most painful scenes for Kazuha, how did she let it get to this point?

She stood up and the two of you were in front of the door, a scene similar to when you moved into her apartment, with that same suitcase, but you were both smiling that day, now you both had red eyes from crying.

“Whenever you need something, you can look for me.” The girl’s voice broke, but you still understood.

“You too.” You looked up a little and sighed “Bye, Kazuha.” You opened the door and looked at her one last time.

“Bye, Y/n” You closed the door, Kazuha falling to her knees with her face in her hands right after, crying as if someone had ripped out an organ from her, the sound of her crying now keeping company with the whistles coming from the windows.

Kazuha stayed there for long minutes, having difficulty breathing when she managed to calm down a little, a mental note was made in her mind.

I should return the ring this week.

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍; levi ackerman featuring: fem!scout reader x captain!levi ackerman topic: you can't just stop your mouth, and your captain thinks you need to be taught a lesson for the utter disrespect. content warning: degrading, p in v, hair pulling, choking, light slappingf hi it's malia: omg, when i'm done with writing and posted all those drabbles, my brain will be numb. just know, this is the fourth in 24 hours, and i still can't control my mind.

There was no doubt that Captain Levi had enough of your ridiculous behavior towards him, and any other person which stood above you in rank. As a simple soldier of the Special Operations Squad, it was almost everyone who was allowed to fill your plate with orders and commands. But something was off today, you weren't accepting any of Levi's comments, not even the threatening ones where he offered to cut of your tongue if you did not stop talking back to him.

For the entirety of the training sessions of the day, the two of you were at each other's throat. Barking insults at the other, attemting to outdo the other, and especially sending glares in their direction to deliver a message without a word. Oh, how badly Levi desired to wipe off that smug smirk, which decorated your face since landing a perfect score in the last exercise. Something, which happened the last time when Levi was still a cadet in training. "She's getting to you," Hange joked from the sidelines, armes crossed over her chest while closely watching the newbie's do their sessions underneath Erwin's stern gaze.

"She's being a brat because she wants attention, it's ridiculous," Levi answered with a deep scoff, feeling the annoyance boil in the pit of his stomach. As if your proud grins in his direction and not so subtle winks weren't enough, he had to listen to his best friend throwing unnecessary comments too. "As a certified Titan tamer, you might be able to tame bratty cadet's too," The Section Commander suggested to her friend, wiggling her thin eyebrows underneath the glasses.

"Four-Eyes," Levi turned his head away from the group of cadets, crossing his muscular arms over his chest himself. He was almost a head smaller than Hange, having to tilt his head back to look at her eyes. "Are you suggesting for me to harm a cadet," It wasn't a question, it was most likely a statement from the Squad Captain. After all, he was known for his rough behavior in the Scouts Regiment.

"It's not like you're known for playing particulary nice to new cadets," Hange laughed at the way his emotionless mask faltered for merely a second. She witnessed his emotions before, once in a while the pain and the stress was just enough to have Levi's mouth twitch into a frown or smile. There were many options. He did not answer her anymore, turning away from his friend and superior to glance back at the cadets. And there it was once again, the mischievous smirk on your lips that he desired so badly to wipe off. And he would, without a doubt.

"Brat Taming huh," Levi scoffed, walking straight onto the field and towards the group of cadets. A couple of them saluted, others shivered when they saw the face of humanity's strongest, and others gushed about his appearance. You. You were simply smirking at him, blades pushed into the metal sheath and arms crossed over your chest. Before a snarky comment could leave your dry mouth, the Squad Captain was so quick in wrapping his slender fingers around yoyur hwrist and pulling you away from the group, straight towards the headquarters building.

“Captain Levi,” You tried to gain his attention, being dragged along through the corridors. “Where are we going?”

“Brat Taming,” He simply retorted, remembering the facts what Hange has told him minutes ago. Maybe she was right, maybe he was good at those things. Levi definitely had to find out, and you were the perfect, little experiment. His office was a secluded room in the back. One where he could work without any unnecessary disturbance from the cadets or Hange’s annoying theories.

As soon as the door opened, and closed seconds later again, you were pushed onto your knees. Struggling to fight against the Captain’s strength, you certainly were curious if his dick was the same in size as his ego. Playing the his belt, Levi opened it with a quick grip, and threw the leather on the ground. “Suddenly so obedient,” The black-haired male commented, playing with the buttons on the tight pants with one hand while his other grabbed your chin.

Thumb placed underneath your bottom lip, the chin placed on his pointer finger. “How about being a good girl for once? Sounds interesting?” He suggested, not a muscle of his face twitched.

“Boring,” You groaned, rolling your eyes to exaggerate a tad with your behavior. “I thought you’re a little less vanilla,” Flat palm placed on the floor beside your body, one hand on each side, you attempted to stand up from the uncomfortable position. Instead, Levi reacted quickly, even if he felt slightly stunned by how you went up against him another time. His hand moved from your chin, around your jawline and forced your body to stay down with harsh movements.

The Captain crouched down in front of you, one leg touching the floor while the other stayed in the air. Underarms placed on his clothed thigh, Levi’s glare intensified. Eyes squinted further together, he spoke again, “Stop acting like a fucking superior, you’re nothing but a subordinate,”

Cheeks squished together by his fingertips, you stared him down while listening to what he has to say. “Now,” Levi stood up once again , opening the button of his slacks. “You’re going to make yourself useful for once,” He harshly commented, letting his pants fall down to the floor, followed closely by the tight pair of boxershorts, he wore underneath.

Your eyes raked over his body, taking in the defined lines of his toned chest, which could be seen through the tight white button up, Levi decided to wear today. It was the first time, seeing the Captain dressed in a much more casual attire instead of his Scout gear. A pleasant sight which made it difficult for you to concentrate and gave you a reason to act out further. Misbehaving got you in this position, and you did not know if you should consider yourself lucky or doomed.

“I hate you,” You muttered, knowing the consequences were chosen particularly by Levi for you. Pretty sure, none other comrade would be treated like that. Behind closed doors, the Captain’s dick presenting itself in all the glory and extremely hard in front of your face. Soft pink tip covered in smeared pre-cum, it was too beautiful to watch how he twitched when you locked up.

“I know,” Levi chuckled, the first time in months you have seen a different reaction on his stone-cold face. Muscles twitched, and even a tone which sounded like laughter escaped his dry throat. “Turns me on, so better accept your punishment without needing my helping hand,”

Words sparked your imagination, trying to find the right placement for his slender fingers when you already leaned forward. It could be possible for him to strangle you, and cover it up as an accident.

After all, Captain Levi was a popular man, with too many admirers looking up to him and too many maidens wanting to have him. One of your trembling hands wrapped around his girth, fingertips landing on the prominent which stood out and pulsated.

“In for a treat,” You giggled, watching closely how the white-ish mixture oozed out of the slit at his light pink tip. “Punishment, nothing else,” Levi commented, placing his sprawled out fingers on the back of your head and pushing your opened mouth down on his waiting cock. Chocking on his size for a moment, your fists banged against his muscular thighs but the Captain did not care.

He would not stop the harsh treatment until you accepted the punishment for being such a brat to your captain. “Open wide for me,” Levi grunted, using his hand for support and to allow him a steady rhythm while fucking your mouth. You still struggled, fingernails digging painfully strong into his skin.

But Levi has been through worse pain, through worst injuries. This was not enough, could not even compare. “Obey,” Levi groaned, “It’s easy, and I won’t have to inflict more pain,” Thin strands of her were wrapped around his fingers, pulling shortly but with enough strength to see your eyes twitch with a tad of pain. Others might think the punishmnt was too much, others might have reported such a situation to the commander of the scout regiment. But Hange's suggestion was the right way, you did not need a good talking to, you need to be taught a lesson. An educative thirty minutes from Levi's harsh attitude.

And you knew, you would not get out of this room today, without obeying his orders for once. Barking at him, insulting his composure and the emotionless mask he wore, you should have expected such a punishment at one time. So, the rebel in your brain accepted what Captain Levi had prepared, slowly, wrapping your swollen lips tightly around his dick, and moving on your own.

"See," Levi's eyes widened slightly, not enough to notice by someone who wasn't clearly staring at his face. "Much easier without running your mouth for once," His slender fingers untangled from your air, allowing you more freedome with movements and releasing the painful grip.

"Now, you can be a good girl, and prove your qualities," Levi patted the top of your head like he has been doing with the people he actually liked around here. A loving gesture somehow, the Captain's way of showing his affection.

[gyjo-enthusiast]

special case. ch.3

retired!nanami x younger!sorcerer!reader

summary: during field training, each student is assigned one semi-grade 1 or higher ranked sorcerer. after the last student is left without a mentor, her professor pairs her up with his old, retired grumpy friend.

reader is in their 20s (attending college), afab!reader, fem pronouns

tags: fluff, eventual smut, colleagues with benefits (is that a thing?), age gap (reader in early 20s, nanami in mid 30s), virgin reader

previous chapter: special case. ch.2 | next chapter: special case. ch.4

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chapter summary: after taking up the offer to spend a whole week at your mentor's place, you pack your things and talk through dinner together.

proofread: yes

word count: 2883 (9m)

song rec:

"are you sure it's not going to bother you?" you look at your shoes, sheating both weapons. after nanami's proposal to spend a week at his place, you tensed up, naturally.

"goodness gracious," his hand flew up to his temples, indicating irritation, "i gave you the option, of course it's not going to be a problem." turning his back to you, the blonde started walking away.

"of course if you do not want to, you don't have to," he said, mindful of how this could seem to others. "but i doubt that your classmates are all going back to dorms every single day."

"you think so?" you pondered for a while, coming to a conclusion of staying with your mentor. "okay, but i'll still have to get some spare clothes."

"go ahead and get them. i will text you my address, if anything happens, just let me know," you exchanged numbers before parting ways.

a few minutes later, your phone dinged with a notification of nanami's text consisting of his address and a question: "do you have any allergies? i'm going to make dinner." your face was redder than the sweetest strawberry reading that. wanting to keep cool, you texted back a simple "no allergies, but i don't like raw tomatoes. thank you so much:)"

thankfully you were left on read, you don't think you'd be able to handle a friendly conversation with your mentor. your very handsome mentor at that. your very handsome mentor who was preparing dinner for you two.

you couldn't hide the little smile that took shape on your lips, speeding up slightly. you wanted to be done with those obnoxious stairs to school and unwind after a long day.

as if nanami knew exactly what was going on, almost nobody was staying at the school dorms. quickly, you shuffled your feet towards the second to last door on the floor, unlocking and shutting the piece of old wood behind you.

you picked up your favourite backpack and started filling it up with clothes. checking the things off of your mental checklist: pjs, underwear, comfy clothes, spare uniform, your favourite plushie and more boring stuff like toothpaste and toothbrush.

you were practically sprinting out of your room, when your phone dinged again. this time, it was a notification from your class group chat. as if it was a sign from god himself, you realised you need your charger. you silently thanked yuuji for sending so many unnecessary selfies and finally closed the door. locking it twice, you briskly left the vicinity of your school and tried to find nanami's address on a map.

before you knew it, you descended the school stairs and went into the town without ever finding where his house is located, so you decided to focus on your surroundings for a bit to find out where you even are.

"to my left is a.." looking left, you saw an old bus station, which you tried to locate on the map. "a bus station.."

where the hell is it?!

"okay to my right is a theater, that should be easier to find," you hopelessly scrolled on your phone to find out where you are and where nanami's house is. "it should be easier to find, right?" you started to panic when you couldn't find anything around you on the map.

you were as lost as on your first day in tokyo, maybe even more. you knew you should text your mentor to let him know, but how could you? this is more embarrassing than not being able to exorcise a low-level grade curse.

realising that this is pointless, you gave in and started to look for nanami's number in your contacts.

but of course, as if he was telepathic, he called you before you could even dial his number.

"y/n? are you okay?" he said overly harsh, as if he was afraid something might have happened.

you sighed and eventually answered, "yes, sir. i'm.. i'm lost." you expected a scolding but it never came.

"lost? as in you already got your things but can't find the address? or you never went back to dorms?" nanami softened his tone, relieved that it's nothing serious.

"i can't find the address. i'm sorry," you apologised, guilty for being so troublesome.

"it's okay, just describe where you are, yeah?" he sounded entirely different now, like a concerned friend more than a mentor.

"um, well i can see an old bus station, it looks like it's not being used anymore, there's not a name of the station anywhere. there's also a theater on the opposite side," you paused for a second before finishing your thought, "it's like a crossroad if that makes sense? also i can't see anybody."

"y/n," nanami called out to you flatly, "don't go anywhere, alright?" you heard shuffling on the other side of the phone. "i think i know where you are so just wait there."

"can you not just tell me in which direction to go, sir?" you asked timidly, not wanting to be a burden.

"it's okay, the streets there are complicated to navigate through so this is easier. i'll be there in a minute." and with that, he ended the call and you were left in the empty streets, waiting.

a few minutes went by and you saw the first person to pass through here. as he made his way towards you and you could see him more clearly, you knew that without mistake, it was nanami.

you didn't know whether to be relieved or even more stressed, because he had to come for you like for a kindergartener. you slowly approached him and sheepishly smiled.

"i'm sorry sir, i'm still not used to tokyo," you excused yourself, as if it was good enough to make him come all the way here.

"don't worry about it, for now, let's go eat dinner. i'll tell you about this place later," he put a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that it was not a big deal.

as you made your way through the streets, you suddenly understood nanami about the complicated layout of the town. if he was to just navigate you, it would do more harm than good.

it was really just a few minutes until you were at nanami's place. he unlocked the door to his apartment and led you to his bedroom.

"since i don't have a spare room, you can sleep here if you don't mind," he gestured towards his king-sized bed. your worried gaze fell upon him as he explained, "i will sleep on the couch, don't worry."

"no, i can't do that," you instantly protested, not wanting to compromise his comfort. "i'll sleep on the couch and you can sleep in your bed," you beamed at him, leaving for the living room.

"it's okay y/n, there's plenty of room on the couch for me to sleep on, if that's what you're worried about," he ignored your statement and stood infront of you. "i've fallen asleep there many times."

"but this is just rude of me, first i can't find your address and then i take your bed?" you sadden a bit, backing away from nanami.

"don't forget that i was the one who suggested this," he crosses his arms and looks down at your small form. "sleeping on the couch is my responsibility as well. at least for this week."

he was taking this very seriously, you wanted to argue once more. you looked up at him, ready to take the couch for yourself, but you stopped yourself. it's not as if his stern gaze alone put you in your place. no, he looked completely different when he wasn't working.

hair slightly falling into his face, forearms exposed (courtesy of his rolled up sleeves), the first two buttons of his shirt undone and glasses discarded. his eyes watched you as you observed him, waiting to see if you'll still protest or not.

after a while, you surrenderred and went to his bedroom. "whatever, but don't complain if your back hurts tomorrow. don't forget that i wanted you on the bed!"

"what?" nanami looks at you, confused.

"w-what?" you repeat after him, confused as well. with a sigh, he softly closes your door and leans against the wall.

"change into something more comfortable and come eat. i hope you're not going to run around in your uniform all day," the blonde then walks away to give you some sort of privacy.

you have to admit, you weren't the best with wording, at least he understood that. you hope. it's amazing how he can brush past that situation and go eat. at the same table with you nonetheless.

you were blushing like crazy just remembering the situation, but what makes matters worse was your choice of clothing. it was particularly hot during this time, so you decided to pack just some shorts that were laying around and a shirt that may be too small for you. that shirt was practically a crop-top now.

looking at your new outfit, you seriously thought that maybe being in your school uniform was better after all. you tried to shove all the inappropriate thoughts away as you awkwardly waddled towards the dining area, careful not to show any more skin than necessary.

nanami was still turned towards the counter, and you hoped he could stay like that while you ate and also went back to his bedroom.

"have you ever been to korea? or had korean food?" he suddenly asked, making you jump in your seat.

"no.." you simply answered before elaborating, "but i'd like to try it one day, why?"

"then i'm sorry you have to try it with me first. i made bibimbap for dinner," he explains, head half-tilted towards your direction. "it's not as authentic, but i like it," turning to you, he brings out a bunch of small bowls with vegetables, mushrooms and some sort of sauce, "and it doesn't contain any tomatoes."

"no it's okay! i'm sorry to be of any trouble regarding food," you apologise, smiling as he remembers you don't like tomatoes. "you didn't have to make something so big though."

"don't worry, if you weren't here, i would simply eat the rest tomorrow," he plainly stated, bringing two more huge bowls filled with food.

"wow, it smells great," you noted quietly.

"thank you," he smiled softly, explaining the dish, "it's basically a rice bowl with vegetables and meat on top. i didn't want to bother with the eggs so there aren't any, but usually you do them sunny side up. in the small bowls you serve kimchi and gochujang sauce, as well as more vegetables."

"that's amazing, it looks easy to make as well," you look at all the food on the table, "except cutting the vegetables." you laugh quietly, still mesmerised.

"it looks easy, but you have to manage a few things at once. i can give you the recipe if you want to try it out sometime," nanami suggests, making your eyes light up.

"really? i'd like that very much!" you smile at him, a gesture which he returns.

"of course. now let's eat before the rice gets cold," the man in front of you picks up his chopsticks and you mirror his action.

you both eat in silence, enjoying the foreign dish, before a thought pops into your mind. it's that crossroad, where there wasn't a soul to be seen. it seemed like nanami knew about it and you couldn't help but be curious about it.

swallowing your bite, you anxiously asked, "sir?" getting his attention, you continued. "can you tell me about the place where i got lost?"

nanami thickly swallowed before answering. "it's an abandoned part of town, mainly because people who go there disappear and don't come back," he raised an eyebrow at you, "i think you can imagine why that is."

"cursed spirits?" you meekly ask.

"an unseen amount, yes. the jujutsu sorcerers can't regulate them properly. it seems to be a huge area that attracts them," he explains, looking irritated.

"that's horrible, even more so that they can't find out why it's happening," you ponder about it for a while, but let it go eventually. still, it's going to be stuck in your head.

finishing your food, you stood up to help with the dishes before you were stopped.

"it's alright, y/n. i'll do the dishes, you should rest," nanami sounds out from behind you, collecting the small bowls.

"you should be the one resting, sir. i should do it, you're the one who made such an amazing meal after all," you try to protest again, however this time, nanami just doesn't have the strenght to put up with it.

"then you wash them and i will dry them and put them away, is that fine?" he sighed.

"okay then, but only because i don't know where to put them once i'm done!"

as you start to wash the dirty dishes, nanami stands right beside you. that's when it dawns upon you that you still only have your short tee and shorts on. embarrassed, you fixate your eyes onto the sink and try to forget about your poor choice of clothing.

your mentor of course noticed your outfit but tried to be professional about it. whenever you would finish up washing a dish and hand it over, nanami's fingers would brush over yours in the slightest. it was driving you crazy and you soon started to shiver, even though your hands were under the warm water and your ears were red hot.

"y/n?" the aforementioned man spoke up to you, "are you cold?"

oh, this was a nightmare. "no i'm okay!" you straightened up, trying to keep as still as possible but your body was not taking orders from you anymore.

"you're shivering, is the water cold?" he looked over to you as you nervously smiled. "why are you wearing shorts if you're cold? and such a short shirt," it felt almost as if he was scolding you.

"it's okay, sir, i'm not cold, it's just a shirt that was lying around, i was packing up so quickly i didn't realise," you tried to laugh it off but before you opened your eyes, the man disappeared. shortly after he came back with one of his own shirts and set it down on the other side of the counter.

"it's okay, you can have this one for the time being," he patted your back, took a small bowl and started drying it. not wanting this to be more embarrassing than it already was, you let out a small "thank you" before finishing up the dishes.

heading towards the bathroom to shower and change the godforsaken shirt, he called for you one more time.

"do you want to watch the tv before you go to sleep? i don't have one in my bedroom."

"if you wouldn't mind, then yes," you quickly showered and went back to the living room.

"just put on anything you'd like, i'm going to take a shower," you heard nanami's voice from around the corner before hearing the door close.

"thank you, sir!" you shouted back at him and went to find the remote, stealing nanami's blanket before he comes back.

turning on the tv and finding netflix, you had no idea what to watch. you felt like nothing was interesting and whatever was, you already saw six times. seeing a new crime tv show, you put it on only to be fast asleep after half an episode.

nanami took his time, letting you watch whatever you were watching, but before long he couldn't endure the scorching heat of the shower and came out. finally changing into his casual clothes, he heard gunshots and arguments on the tv. sighing, he made his way to the living room, only to find you sleeping on the couch, remote still in hand.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, not believing the situation. nevertheless, he slowly approached the couch and tried waking you up. to no avail.

"y/n, hey wake up," he shook with you slightly, whispering so you wouldn't be in too much of a shock once you wake up. "y/n!" he whisper-shouted at you a few times, which was obviously also not doing anything.

"i can't believe this kid," he whispered to himself, wrapping you in his blanket more. he then picked you up bridal style and slowly made his way to his bedroom, trying not to stumble.

finally setting you down on his bed, he was prepared to take the other blanket from the bed and leave, when a small hand tugged at his sleeve.

"y/n?" he whispered, not sure whether you were awake by now or not.

when you didn't respond, he decided you were sleeping, so he should go too. that's when your hand tugged at his sleeve again, and he noticed small tears rolling down your cheeks.

his heart skipped a beat at that, but he decided that this wasn't right, and ultimately swiped your tears with his thumb and left. without a blanket at that.

he couldn't believe you slept through all of that. maybe a new student was just what he needed in life.

got a bit of a writer's block but we're so back. i think i might just rewatch jjk for this man(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[rhiezus]

quick, kiss me before they walk over here. // jack x geovany

if anyone would walk in right now they would see pretty much exactly what is happening, jack with his back to the table, one of his hand on geovany's waist and the other cupping his face, his right leg in the middle of geovany's which were just about to give in moments ago when he pulled that trick. and anyone could see this was a backstage room in a huge auditorium filled with people to the brim both to watch the men jack was smooching faces with and to keep everything ready for that to happen. there were staff all over the place ever since jack got here about an hour ago and since then he has been trying to stay out of the way and hoping to merge into the walls, he wore a staff badge in his neck and everything which led some to order him to carry some stuff around that he obliged to. he found out it was better to be treated like he belonged, when the guy that was doing the same job he was ordered to offered him some water and talked about how little he knew of the guys who were performing tonight. jack wanted to laugh, this guy wouldn't believe what he was actually there to do and who he was hoping to see, but he went along with it just fine by saying whatever keeps the money coming which the other agreed and then just went on to another task. when he was here before some years ago with a different purpose it didn't feel like that at all, he was a sore thumb, sticking out, uncomfortable, completely misplaces and definitely confused but trying hard to make it seem like he understand his world and what he was about to to. some things change... for the better, he guesses.

after going around rooms as if he had some reason to be there — like he said before, as if he belonged — he finally found geovany as he was making his way out of the bathroom. he didn't greet him or say anything, just pretended as if he was taking the artist somewhere he was needed for something and the covered worked like a charm. well, geovany asked him there and gave someone the order to get him in but it wasn't noble or even interesting for anyone to know more than that. it had been six months since they met, two since things started becoming something else, one since he admitted his feelings, three weeks since they first kissed and two without seeing each other due to sensure's packed schedule. acknowledging the fact of what dating an idol is it's not something jack ever thought he would be doing but it's what it came to be and he can't complain of what hasn't even began because he somewhat understands like nobody else would. he questioned himself quite a lot these last few days thinking that maybe it was all in his head or what couldn't be real this mind-blowing fragments of joy inside his heart but geovany's child-like smile being directed at him washed away this anxiety. it didn't matter what it took him to get here, he was just glad he was. they kissed for some minutes, way too short ones at that, just to make up for lost time and each one was better than the last, sweeter than anything he ever had before, worthier than any time he ever spent, crazier than all of the feelings he ever felt and stupider than he ever was for not doing so from the moment they've met. yet it was cut short as geovany grudged at his neck and left his lips for two milliseconds to whimper in delight when jack's knee buckled up to the middle of his jeans. it was involuntary of his part but too unnecessary at that, too soon to say if it was right but definitely not entirely wrong from the reaction he caused. he was proud but also a little bit embarrassed.

when geovany caught hold of him not being kissed anymore and opened his eyes to a red faced and lustful eyed jack, he had the audacity to giggle. geovany giggling with his mouth red and his perfect hair and his bergamot scent... — send shivers right to the core of jack's soul, distressing him even further. then he delivered those words as if nothing else was going on right now or more like he didn't mind jack's nerves getting to him. a remnant of a reassurance he needed came in a form of a laugh in a boy he didn't think would be this precious in his life six months ago when they met. "just one more then." he met his lips once again passionately, it was such a blissful one at that, possibly the best in the sequence. when he leaned back, his finger brushed the same lips he just kissed, wiping after him. "sorry, you can't leave with everything i have yet." despite his best wishes to give in and gift him with so much more than he ever dreamed of offering to anyone he ever had in his life. it was a begging, a great one at that and as his hand dropped to met his, bringing it to kiss it the fantasy of the boy who wanted to belong became a love story worth living for.

[lilycolbertsstuff]

Ok let’s talk all things Bridgerton.

First things first, we’ve all binged it the day that it came out, right?

Second, Nicola Coughlan the woman that you are.

Now let’s move on to the serious stuff.

I have to say that so far I’m liking this season but there are some things that I really don’t understand, namely all the subplots. Some of them should’ve either been cut or they should’ve had less screen time. I understand for example the introduction of Francesca and John because of how their story plays out in the future but what about the Mondriches? Don’t get me wrong I like their characters and their chemistry but I really don’t get why they’re such a prominent part of this season, hopefully their presence will be justified in part 2 for it would be heartbreaking to see unnecessary hate towards them.

Another aspect I liked is Eloise and Cressida’s friendship. In the beginning I didn’t think it would be something genuine but turns out that El does actually come to care for Cressida, who is finally not just relegated to being the mean girl.

Kate and Anthony are a dream to watch on screen, their chemistry is out of this world and they most definitely deserve the long ass honeymoon for god knows how hard these two have worked for their families.

I found Francesca to be such an interesting character and her and John were cute but the side couple that I’m really curious about is Violet and lady Danbury’s brother.

The Featheringtons were a highlight of this season to me. They had no business being this funny. Every time a scene with them came on I was prepared to laugh.

Queen Charlotte and lady Danbury are such icons you can’t help but love them.

Last but not least, Benedict. My boy what have they done to you? It’s so painfully obvious that they didn’t know what to do with his character because give me a valid reason why his storyline this time around is him going to bed with a widow; I would’ve much rather liked to see him in those artists’ parties or whatever like he did in season one and maybe explore more of that aspect of his personality in preparation for his own season, which hopefully will be next.

Time to talk about the leads:

I wish we could’ve seen more of Colin’s identity crisis but I feel like whenever the script was lacking Luke did a great job compensating with his body language and facial expressions. Also can we all agree that he’s just so whipped for Pen after their first kiss?

As a fellow wallflower I really related to the scenes where Penelope felt frustrated with the ton and all the socialising. I can confirm that even when we get all dolled up and feel confident in our own skin for once it’s still so hard to put ourselves out there. We feel called by the wall and somehow we find it more fascinating to observe all the different dynamics going on around us rather than actively taking part in them, even if sometimes we want to.

The scenes where Pen threw herself on her bed and sighed? Yep, I felt that.

I honestly didn’t mind that Colin and Pen got together by the end of the first part of the season for we’ve been watching the build up to their relationship for three seasons now. These two have been friends for ages so it’s not like they had to go through all that getting to know each other phase. Furthermore, I’m pretty sure that part 2 will focus on the unfolding of the lady whistledown storyline and having Colin and Pen be together makes more sense because now he loves and wants to marry her leading to an even more crushing reveal.

The carriage scene?! I died and resurrected in the span of like 3 minutes, and that’s just their first intimate scene I don’t know what will happen to me with the ones to come.

These were my overall thoughts on Bridgerton season 3. I can’t wait till part 2 comes out but also I will be deep in exam season so it’ll be a wild ride, let’s hope everything turns out for the best.🐝🩵

[littlemissvenom0]

Title: Secrets (Jake seresin)

You knew going into this mission that things would be complicated. Being a pilot and Jake Seresin’s girlfriend meant that there were always eyes on you, both in the skies and on the ground. When you got called up to join the same mission as Jake, the two of you had no choice but to keep your relationship a secret.

The team couldn't know. Command couldn't know. But that didn’t make it any easier.

As you stepped into the briefing room, Jake was already there, leaning casually against the wall with his trademark cocky grin in place. His eyes flicked to you for just a moment, a subtle glint of affection that only you would notice, before he looked away, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary.

You shot him a quick smile, but you knew the rules—you couldn’t linger too long or do anything that might give you away. Everyone was on high alert, and the last thing either of you needed was to attract unnecessary attention.

"Alright, everyone!" Cyclone called, his voice cutting through the quiet murmurs. “Let’s get started.”

You took a seat a few rows away from Jake, doing your best to focus on the briefing. But even though you were separated, you could feel Jake’s presence in the room like a magnet, pulling at your attention. It wasn’t easy keeping things professional when all you wanted to do was steal a glance, or worse, sit beside him like any normal couple.

But you couldn’t. Not here.

As the briefing wrapped up, the squad dispersed, heading toward the hangar to prepare for the day’s exercises. You were talking with Natasha “Phoenix” Trace and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw when someone else approached. A pilot you hadn’t worked with before—Lt. Callahan—strode over, a charming smile plastered on his face.

"Y/N, right?" Callahan asked, his eyes sweeping over you with a little too much interest. "I’ve heard a lot about you. Pretty impressive to be called in for this mission."

You nodded, keeping it professional. "Thanks. It’s good to be here."

Callahan didn’t take the hint. "I gotta say, it’s not every day you see a pilot who looks as good in a flight suit as you do." He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

You forced a smile, glancing around quickly to see if anyone else was noticing the exchange. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake standing with Javy, his jaw visibly tightening.

“Uh, thanks,” you said, trying to brush it off. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Definitely a compliment,” Callahan continued, stepping a little too close for comfort. “Maybe after the mission’s over, you and I could grab a drink or something. Get to know each other better.”

Before you could respond, you saw Jake’s shoulders stiffen, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He was trying—really trying—to keep his cool, but you knew that look. He was seconds away from snapping.

You were about to politely decline Callahan’s offer, but before you could get the words out, Jake appeared at your side, his expression hard and unreadable.

“Callahan,” Jake said, his voice a little too smooth, a little too calm. “Got a minute? We need to discuss something.”

Callahan looked between you and Jake, clearly oblivious to the tension. "Uh, sure. I guess."

Jake’s eyes flicked to you for the briefest second, silently asking if you were okay. You gave him a small nod, hoping he’d let it go.

But you knew Jake. And letting things go was not something he did easily.

As Callahan walked away, Jake lingered just long enough to mutter, “We’re not done with this,” before following the other pilot.

Later that evening, you were sitting in the mess hall with Phoenix and some of the other pilots, doing your best to keep your mind off the earlier incident. But every time you looked up, you could feel Jake’s eyes on you from across the room, the tension between you thick and suffocating.

And then, it happened again.

Callahan approached, all smiles and confidence, as if Jake hadn’t just stared him down earlier. He leaned casually against the table, making sure to stand right in front of you.

“Y/N, I was thinking about what I said earlier,” Callahan started, his voice smooth. “I really think we should—”

“You really shouldn’t.”

Jake’s voice cut through the air like a knife. He was standing right behind Callahan, his eyes dark with barely-contained anger.

Callahan blinked, looking back at Jake. “What? Just having a conversation here, Seresin.”

Jake’s smile was sharp, dangerous. “Yeah, and I’m about to have a conversation with you. Step outside, Callahan.”

The mess hall went quiet. Every eye was on the two of them now, but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was the way Jake’s entire body seemed coiled, ready to explode.

“Jake,” you said softly, trying to deescalate the situation. “It’s fine.”

But it wasn’t fine. Not for Jake. Not when he’d watched someone flirt with you all day, pretending it didn’t bother him.

“No, it’s not fine,” Jake said, his voice dangerously low. “Because Callahan here seems to think it’s okay to make moves on someone who’s already taken.”

Callahan looked genuinely confused. “Wait, what? Taken?”

Jake’s eyes never left Callahan’s, but his voice softened when he spoke again. “Y/N’s with me.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach at his words. There it was—out in the open for everyone to hear.

Callahan raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, man, I didn’t know.”

“Well, now you do,” Jake replied, his voice sharp.

Callahan took the hint and backed off quickly, disappearing into the crowd as the mess hall erupted in whispers and hushed conversations. Jake stood there, his breathing heavy, clearly trying to calm himself down.

You stood up, walking over to him, your heart racing. “Jake...”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I tried to keep it together, but I couldn’t stand it anymore. Watching him hit on you, knowing I can’t—”

You silenced him with a soft touch to his arm. “Jake, it’s okay.”

He looked at you, his eyes full of frustration and guilt. “I didn’t mean to put us on blast like that, but I couldn’t—”

“I know,” you interrupted, giving him a small smile. “I get it.”

Jake sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Guess we’re not a secret anymore, huh?”

You chuckled softly. “Not really.”

He shook his head, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “Well, I guess it’s about time. Can’t keep watching guys flirt with you. Not when you’re mine.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and despite the attention of everyone around you, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m yours, Jake. Always.”

He smiled, his cocky confidence returning. “Damn right, you are.”

[abiiors]

haunt // bed - pt. 1

a/n: a while ago, i wrote do me a favour after which i said, i would write a matty hate sex fic. well this is it (and perhaps a bit more than anyone asked for), read dmaf again if you want to refresh your memory, or don't. there are 3 parts to this + an epilogue. i also know very little about western weddings, so ignore the inconsistencies lol.

a note about the banner: the photo in it is only meant to describe the dress, not the race, body type, hair colour, etc of the reader <3

minors dni! part 2, part 3

wc: 2.7k

see u in an hour xx

charli’s text flashes on your screen, illuminating a small corner of the dimly lit room. it’s not that late in the day, in fact, it’s quite early—only about 10 am. you’re supposed to be hurrying around the room, checking for any last minutes things you might have forgotten. you won’t be back home until tomorrow after all. yet here you are, surrounded by the things that should have been packed in your bag last night. 

the dress, laid out on your bed, feels like a weapon; red silk slippery enough to slide between your fingers effortlessly. “a wily vixen”, that’s what charli had called you when she'd seen you in it for the first. the thought of that day—bridesmaids dress shopping with four other excited girls—brings a small smile to your face. 

everything laid out here is a weapon really; your four-inch, sharp heels, the delicate and dainty diamond jewellery, the makeup you plan on wearing—blood red lipstick, a perfect shade match for the dress. an expensive crystal bottle of the same perfume you have used for the past six years. 

familiarity breeds contempt. familiarity is also an excellent knife to twist in someone’s gut. because everything here, today, is meant to maul and wound him.

see you in an hour babe, love you. you write back and chuck your phone onto the pillow where it bounces a little before nestling between its creases. you stare at it, maybe your body still yearns for a call that will never come? no more can’t wait to see you up there. no more cheeky selfies in a state of half-undress. just a smooth, black screen.

right then…time to get going. 

charli has been flittering around the room for the last twenty minutes. her white dress fits her like a dream, her makeup is a work of art and her excitement about marrying george is so palpable in the room that at least one person squeals or sighs every five minutes. 

most importantly, the smile on her face is a permanent fixture. and every time you look at it, a warmth spreads through your body. she deserves this—the happiness, the celebration. the happily ever after. no matter how your marriage ended, you won’t stop believing in it for her. 

“so!” charli walks over to you and takes your hand, “how do i look?” she twirls and the dress swirls around her, the tiny crystals catching light and making her shimmer like starlight.

you laugh in response, “like george is about to go into cardiac arrest the minute he sees you!”

the pair of you giggles like teenagers. you can so clearly picture it before it has even happened. the joy and love that will shine on george’s face; his excitement, quiet yet infectious and for a brief moment you’re transported back to your own walk down the aisle. 

small, unsure steps, worried about falling flat on your face in those tall heels, but all of that had evaporated the second you had seen his tear-stained face. and the bright smile that had bloomed a split second later. 

but that’s how long the ache lasts; a brief moment. it’s bad enough that you’re going to have to be civil to him, there’s no need to make it worse with unnecessary nostalgia. 

besides, there’s her to think about. 

she in question is a beautiful, leggy blonde who is at least seven years younger than him. not that you’ve seen either of them today…yet. it’s only because you and charli got drunk one night, four weeks before the wedding, and she felt bad about keeping it from you that matty had a plus one. and that’s how you fell into the rabbit hole of scrolling through this girl’s Instagram profile at two in the morning. 

if you thought you knew his type, you would be dead wrong. physically speaking, she is the exact opposite of you—someone who looks like they belong on a giant billboard in times square, perfect and stunning. then there’s the more questionable aspects of her feed. the flat tummy tea adverts and the paid partnerships with various brands that are always under fire for being unethical.

but that’s the ugly green monster rearing its head. it’s not like you aren’t known for indulging in vanity every once in a while. 

she will be here today, no doubt, clinging onto his arm like a decorative little thing—woah, where did that snide thought come from?! you shake your head to yourself, at least a little embarrassed. he’s not even here yet and he’s already screwing with your head; pushing you back into old jealous and insecure habits. someone clears their throat. 

nora, one of charli’s longtime friends, has her champagne glass raised. a toast. she takes a deep, shaky breath and smiles tearily at the room, about to give her sentimental speech when a resounding knock echoes and cuts her off before she has even begun. 

five heads turn to the locked door and you happen to be standing closest to it. 

‘i’ll get it,’ you tell no one in particular, hand already on the doorknob. the possibility of it hits you way too late. 

it hits you right as his clean-shaven face comes into view. 

it has been ten months. ten months since you gave up the last name healy and changed it back to your maiden name on all your official documents. it had felt like a form of catharsis, getting it done with such urgency back then. but you also remember the days when you would be asked to state your full name and stagger a little at how odd it sounded to no longer have healy in it. to not have a ring around your finger to fidget with. no one to hold you at night. 

but back to now. back to here. 

it’s not hard to see that he has changed a lot in the last ten months. he looks serious; not necessarily sombre—it’s his best friend’s wedding, after all—but mature, more grown up. the grey in his hair, in his beautiful curls, is now much more prominent. the crow's feet around his eyes are more or less the same (and it sends a small pang through you; has he not laughed recently?). his mouth holds—held—a faint smile that’s already slipping, already morphing into a thin line. the exact same face that you woke up to for years now turning into a mask of carefully arranged neutrality.

“charli,” he whispers roughly and then clears his throat, “here to check on charli.” and just like that, he steps past you and into the room where he’s engulfed into a hug by the bride (and slapped on the bum by another bridesmaid but you ignore that for now).

pointedly, you also ignore the sting that comes with being sidestepped so easily. 

you stand by the door, back still to the room, for a second longer than necessary. it doesn’t even register that you’re letting the warm spring air in. is this really how little seeing you impacts him? it must have. because if he’s here then she is also here. 

“tell him i’m fine!” charli’s voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you shut the door softly. “and tell him not to meddle, i’ve got my girls.” she looks at you over his shoulder and throws a wink. your gut tells you it’s nothing but a charity gesture, just trying to gauge the tension between you two. guilt gnaws at you—she shouldn’t have to play peacemaker, she shouldn’t have to worry about two adults behaving themselves. 

“only doing my duty here,” matty raises his hands defensively, “keeping the groom happy.” 

the rest of them tease and taunt him playfully while you take the time to admire—no, simply look at—his suit. it’s nowhere near as nice as the one he wore at your wedding, of course not. but it’s beautifully made, tailored to fit and accentuate his muscles. and there are a lot of those now, that much is evident from the way his sleeves stretch over his biceps. he fills it out nicely, not that he didn’t before, but something about the fabric straining across his arms does funny things to your stomach. funny, you thought that feeling was a thing of the past. then there’s the navy trousers that compliment his backside rather nicely. 

there’s a part of you that is appalled at all these observations you have been making but there’s another part—bored and much more matter-of-fact—that reminds you that there’s nothing under those clothes that you haven’t seen, touched, licked or sucked before. there’s nothing new. he is still the same as he was before, just now with a few extra muscles. 

“go away,” charli’s nudges him gently toward the door. “we’ll be out in fifteen.”

he hugs her just before he leaves, dropping a friendly kiss on her head. after everything you’re glad no one had to pick sides in the divorce. you’ve at least managed to hold the friend group together, even though the same can’t be said about your marriage. 

matty leaves just like he came in, sidestepping you and making sure he’s looking straight ahead. there’s a brief second however—a fraction of one really—when he slows down and breathes in. his adam’s apple bobs roughly and his face struggles to hold the blank expression. 

but it must have just been you projecting right? no one can go through that much in half a second. 

“there you are, darling,” denise walks in on you mid-smoke. “i was looking for you.”

she’s in a beautiful pink dress that brushes her knees and makes her look ten years younger than she is. you blush slightly at having been caught smoking; it’s a recent habit, not one she would be aware of, and you don’t want her to judge you for it. 

“denise,” you try to hide the half-smoked cigarette, “you look beautiful.”

she pointedly looks at your hand and laughs. “my son does enough of that.” then she straightens up, as if bringing matty so casually into this conversation was a mistake. you suppose it was—it does make your heart skip a beat. 

“i just wanted to say hi, darling,” she adds hastily, “and look at you…” her eyes scan you from head to toe, linger on your face for just a second before she smiles again. “simply stunning.”

“thank you.” your voice comes out in a whisper, fighting to get past the lump in your throat. you didn’t think there would ever come a day when she would have to so formally stop by to ‘say hi’. yet here you are, almost a pair of estranged mother and daughter. 

“i don’t…” she starts but shakes her head minutely, “i don’t want to condescend you. but are you okay? with matty bringing that girl, i mean.”

that piques your interest. “that girl?” you stifle a little giggle. “sounds like you don’t like her…”

denise shrugs, leaning against the wall and looking at the bushes in front of her. “she’s okay, i guess.” then she takes a bit to smooth out her dress. “but she’s not you.”

“dearly beloved…” the officiant, charli’s godfather, begins, which you tune out instantly. weddings are lovely and romantic, wedding speeches are dull and boring. besides, like it or not, something else has captured your attention. 

you stand behind the bride, holding the ring she’s supposed to put on george later. and right in front of you stands matty, holding the matching platinum band in his hands. adam and ross stand behind him, smiling and occasionally laughing along with the rest of the guests. you tried it at first too, to only keep your attention on george—who looks very handsome and beams wide the whole time—but it’s impossible when you feel your ex’s piercing stare right on you. 

you would have thought he would stick to the little ignoring act from before. instead, his eyes have lingered on you from the second you walked down the aisle as a part of the processional. tracking your every move, every small step. frankly, it’s insulting. does he think you would ruin the wedding as some sort of diabolical revenge against him? you scoff internally; of course, he would think such self-centred thoughts, it’s just all about him, after all.

you raise an eyebrow at him. what’s your fucking problem?

he smiles back; an arrogant curl of his mouth that turns his face from sweet to insufferable within a matter of seconds. you, his eyes seem to say, you’re my problem. 

well too fucking bad then…

you huff and look away to the side at the guests. it’s only about fifty people from both sides. just family and friends—a lovely kind of intimacy the couple had asked for. you smile at george’s parents who sit in the first row. his mum dabs at her eyes, clearly overwhelmed with emotion. and behind them sit denise and tim. right next to her. 

she’s exactly what she looks like on her instagram page. dainty and beautiful, picture-perfect elegant. her whole face looks like it could be hand-crafted by the gods (or very expensive surgeons according to the snide little voice in your brain) but her eyes are bone dry. 

that’s because she doesn’t belong here, your brain chimes in. not among your friends and your family. 

well, ex-family…

her name doesn’t immediately come to the forefront of your mind. all you know from that drunken night is how charli made you block all her socials at the end of it. as if you were going to go back to them again and again. as if you have no purpose in life other than obsessing over your ex’s new girl. 

she sighs, then looks out the window with a bored expression on her face and you have to focus your attention back to the bride and groom before you do something drastic. not before you catch matty looking at you from the corner of your eye, however. 

not just at you…he’s staring at the plunging neckline of your dress that shows off your cleavage wonderfully. with the big window to your side, it’s so clear to see every little detail of his face—his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip (he’s unaware that he’s doing it. you know that for a fact). his pupils that are blown out wide, making almost the entirety of his eyes look black; dark and hungry. 

your mouth curls into a smirk, arrogant enough to mirror his own. well, this is interesting. 

matty’s mouth presses into a thin line. even now, after you caught him so red-handed, he’s trying to deny it. but you don’t miss his ears turning the telltale shade of pink. 

“...and i promise to love you for the rest of my life.” george’s voice breaks on the last word, the tears flowing freely but he smiles through all of it. in front of you, charli’s shoulders shake. they haven’t even put the rings on each other yet and they’re already emotional. it makes you laugh, and surprising, you feel the tears escaping your eyes.

i promise to love you for the rest of my life. that’s what matty had said too. i promise to dance in the kitchen with you and do all my silly little romantic gestures. i promise to never let you fall. i promise, i promise, i promise…

so many of them unkept, so many of them just pretty words spoken on a perfect day in front of a tearful audience. 

“i do!” charli squeals before the question is even finished, making everyone laugh. a wet chuckle escapes you at her infectious joy. 

“do you, george, take charli to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the officiant asks. 

“i do,” he says patiently and charli sticks her tongue out at him. 

you sincerely hope they stay like this for the rest of their lives—polar opposites who complete each other. not people who are so similar, they don’t know how to exist in the same space anymore. 

matty smiles, first at the couple and then, shockingly, at you. husband and wife he mouths. 

jarringly still, you smile back. 

i would love to hear what you think 🤭

[mixvyu]

Parfum d’étoile - episode three

scaramouche x reader smau

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Fast forward saturday :

You ran to the library, checking your phone every five seconds hoping that time would magically go backward and that you wouldn’t be late anymore (it sadly did not happen)

You rushed into the building and frantically looked around for the table that kazuha said he’d be waiting at. And when you spotted said table you were horrified to see that all four boys were seated with their laptops and notebooks open which mean that you would be the last one to arrive and would draw unnecessary attention.

The worst thing ever would be to have them annoyed at you and the thought of people not liking you made you sick.

You decided that eyeing the table from afar and overthinking would not result into anything good so you ended up swallowing your concerns and walking up to them .

"Hey! I’m sorry I’m a bit late"

"A bit?" Scaramouche scoffed and kazuha elbowed him in response "it’s okay we were just brainstorming ideas" the white and scarlet haired boy said with a smile

All the two other guys did was nod in response.

As if arriving late and making them have a bad impression of you wasn’t enough, the only available seat was next to Scaramouche.

You sat down reluctantly and opened your computer and notebook.

"Since there’s five chapters we should probably juste five different parts and every one get one. It’d be easier to work like that" Albedo said, not lifting his eyes from his macbook screen even once.

"Yeah but then that wouldn’t be a group project would it ? If everyone does their own thing without consulting the others then it’s more of a solo project" Heizou said, looking at the blonde who was still typing away.

You could see Scaramouche and Kazuha beside you, nodding along to the conversation while on their phone chatting with each other. If you got a little closer you could almost make up what their were typing

But the thought of them maybe discussing you for one reason or another had you freezing on the spot.

Kazuha suddenly shut his phone down and looked up

"Maybe we can divide ourselves into small groups, so it’d still be a group project but it would also be easier to manage!" He said enthusiastically. Scaramouche let out a groan at his friend’s words but Kazuha ignored him and continued "we could have two groups of two and albedo can work alone if he wants"

"Sound good to me" Albedo said as he looked up from his laptop for the first time in minutes

"So me and you and heizou and Y/N?" Scaramouche asked, eyes sparkly at the fact that he did not have to do this with other people

"Uh maybe you should work with Y/N and i’ll work with Heizou instead"

"What…? Why would i want to work with…" he gave you a dirty look before finishing his sentence "…that?"

You clutched onto your notebook at his words

"Kuni don’t be a dick"

"What? I’m just being honest she isn’t even-"

You got up violently before he could finish his sentence : you didn’t want to hear it. At all.

The guys in your group flinched and stared at you in shock and surprise and so did some people close to your table.

"Sorry it’s getting late, i need to go home i have homework for monday. See you around!"

"What was the point of coming in the first place" the purple haired guy added, still eyeing you up and down

You gathered your things quickly but, before you could walk out, you felt a warm hand softly grabbing your wrist

"Wait let me walk you home" the poet said with a soft smile and pity in his eyes

★—

"I’m really sorry about him. He doesn’t mean to be that condescending he’s just really stupid"

You snorted "Yeah. Yeah… I just… I don’t know why he hates me"

"He doesn’t hate you!" Kazuha answered almost immediately "He doesn’t hate you." He said again, with a calmer tone this time.

You finally looked up from the ground and gave kazuha a small smile

A comfortable silence installed itself for a few minutes before kazuha broke it once again

"You don’t really have to go home, do you?"

"No, i just wanted out"

"So since we both have free time, do you want to go grab a cup of coffee? There’s this really nice french café called Le club close-by : they have the best pastries ever, you have to try them"

"Yeah! That’d be a pleasure!"

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Extras!

The guys actually didn’t care about Y/N arriving late at all she jst overthinks a lot (she’s jst like me fr)

Kazuha is so boyfriend i need to make another smau abt him

The café is actually a real french café that’s not far from my school, it’s soooo good but also super expensive, it’s like 3.50€ for a muffin wtf

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