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ok I made this post and @steddieas-shegoes urged me to write this so here you go! :)
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Steve's at Eddie’s trailer. When he picked up the kids at that game of theirs, Eddie proposed they hung out without the mongrels, and he agreed. He called beforehand, Eddie knows he’s coming but still, he’s nervous. His fist’s been hovering over the door for a good while. He breathes in once more, and knocks.
He hears Eddie rummaging through the trailer’s walls, until he opens the door. “Hi Stevie!” He bows dramatically, and gestures for him to come in. Eddie’s wearing this band T-shirt, but it has been washed so much you can’t see the logo anymore. He has his hair in a bun, and Steve knows he’s staring, but he just can’t seem to look away. When he finally tears his eyes away, he looks around the trailer, expecting Eddie’s uncle somewhere. “Your uncle isn’t here?” “Nah. He has to work today. What, you wanted to hang out with him instead of me?” He pouts, and laughs right after. Steve laughs with him, and can’t help but look at those dimples.
“I was thinking we could get high a bit. Your house isn’t that far away, and if you’re really in no state to drive, you could just stay here. Or do you have work tomorrow?” He leads him through the organised chaos, and towards his bedroom. “I don’t have work. We could get high.” “Great! You seem like you could use it, you’re so tense.” He laughs again, and massages Steve’s shoulders. He’s touching me.. Steve thinks, before shaking his head like an Etch-A-Sketch.
Eddie collapses on his bed, and pats the space next to him, but not before he’s turned on some music. It’s metal, Steve’s pretty sure, but not the ear-shattering one. It’s nice. “C’mon, I think I have some joints somewhere.” He says while rummaging through one of the drawers. He lights one, takes a drag, and passes it to Steve.
He isn’t inexperienced, he’s had weed before. Come on, he’s had worse before. But it’s different when he’s sitting next to Eddie. He didn’t eat enough today, definitely didn’t drink enough today, so he’s a bit of a lightweight. He lays down on the bed, and it’s all Eddie, all so Eddie. The smell of him, mixing with the weed, which is also Eddie. It’s just a bit too much. He’s had another drag, and passes it to Eddie again. “I feel like you’ve already had some before I came here.” He notices. “No shit. Not gonna lie, big boy, I was a bit nervous.” That makes Steve laugh.
“Nervous? Pff. Of course.” “Nah man, I’m serious. It’s not every day the king of Hawkins High is in your bedroom. At least not for me.” He laughs. “Ah I hate when people say that. King of Hawkins High my ass. I wasn’t king of anythin’, just pretending to be. When I fell off Billy took the throne. Not the king anymore, Eds.” His vision’s getting that good blur, the nice one. He looks left of him, and sees Eddie’s laying on his back as well. When did that happen? “Well, it’s not every day I have Steve The Hair Harrington in my bedroom. At least that’s still true. Damn, I really wanna feel it right now.” Steve almost swallows the joint he’s holding between his lips. “What?” “I bet your hair feels fucking soft, man. Just wanna..” He moves, and his hand is really in Steve’s hair, he’s not dreaming.
He’s moving it now, gently rubbing his scalp, and Steve would say how weird this is, but he’s high out of his fucking mind, and it also feels kinda nice. “Mmh.” He says instead. “You like that, sweetheart?” “Mhm.” “Good, ’cause that was really scary for me.” He giggles. “You have no idea how scary this is for me, man.” Steve admits. “Huh?” “I’m actually not supposed to say this, Robin’s gonna get so mad that she wasn’t here for it, but fuck it. I’ve had like a massive crush on you since Watergate, Eds. Like, like this big.” He spreads his arms as far as he can get them, hitting Eddie in the process. “Sorry, Eds. ‘S just.. ‘S just so fucked up, ‘cause I’m supposed to end up with a nice lady, and settle down in a nice town, and do fuck all for the rest of my life. But I don’t wanna.” Eddie starts breathing again. “Holy shit.” He says. “Holy shit.” Steve repeats.
“Who says you have to end up with a lady?” Eddie manages to say, fiddling with a strand of Steve’s hair. “Fuckin’ everyone, Eds. Especially my dad.” “When’s the last time you saw your dad?” “Before whole Hawkins went to shit.” “Steve, that’s two months ago.” “I know.” He reaches for the chain on Eddie’s pants, twirling the cool metal around his fingers. “I like this.” He says, giving it a good tug, and then letting it go.
“You do?” “Yes. The whole..” He gestures vaguely. “Shebang you got going on there. I like it. Suits you. ‘S pretty.” He rests his hand on Eddie’s thigh. “You’re pretty.” Eddie smiles. “Thanks.” Steve smiles as well. “Pretty boy.” “I think that’s the first time someone’s said that without it being an insult.” “Glad I’m the first one, pretty boy. Pretty Steve.” He chuckles. “Do you really think I’m pretty?” “Of course I do.” It’s silent between them for a while, the tape whirring to a stop.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
Eddie sighs happily, lighting another joint.
“Of course I do.”
He takes a hit of the joint, and rolls over, the smoke still in his mouth. He raises his eyes, to say may I? And Steve nods. He breathes out a little, the smoke hitting Steve’s lips, and he opens them, inviting the smoke and Eddie in. They kiss, and Steve inhales at the same time, it’s making him lightheaded in the best way possible. Eddie tastes like weed, of course, but also like something else. Eddie, Steve realises. Was it ever so simple? Eddie tastes like Eddie.
Their lips separate, and Steve breathes out, or sighs, he’s not sure. Eddie gives him time, but as soon his lungs aren’t filled with smoke anymore, he crashes their lips together, holding Steve’s face with both hands. “Eddie..” He mutters, moans, inside his mouth. “Fucking hell, Steve. You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Steve chuckles, still so close to his lips he can taste the weed. “I fucking better be.”
They kiss and smoke and talk some more, until Steve realises it’s 1 AM. “Shit, I should go home.” He prepares to stand up, but Eddie’s strong hand pushes him back down on the bed. “Stay. Please. I told you you could.” “I don’t have anything to sleep in.” “You can borrow my shit.” “Huh. Thanks.” “No worries sweetheart. Can I get another kiss before you leave me here to be touch starved for a whole entire two minutes?” He pouts, and Steve laughs, he thinks he’s getting the hang of this. “Of course, my precious Edward.” He says, and Eddie laughs.
When he changed into Eddie’s pyjamas, he crawls back in bed, where Eddie’s laying, his arms stretched out, his hair like a crown around his head. “C’mere sweetheart.” He does as Eddie says, curling up against his chest. “You are so high.” He giggles. “No you.” He nods, and buries his face in the washed out shirt. It smells like Eddie, he’s surrounded by it. All sound and feeling seems to be duller, only that smell sticking around. “Would it be weird to say I love you now?” He wonders out loud. Eddie’s breath falters. “I wouldn’t mind.” “Well. I love you, then.” “Oh sweetheart.” He giggles. “I love you too.”
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fanfic#steddie ficlet#stranger things#eddie x steve#steve x eddie#steddie fluff#steddie fic
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Locker Room Conversations I
In which Colin comes out to the team, Jamie manages to inadvertently make it mostly about himself and Colin really doesn’t mind:
Colin fell silent. The locker room was quiet.
There. Done. Out. He’d done it and his heart was racing so very fast but no one was yelling and the looks his teammates were giving him ranged from calm acceptance (Sam) to obvious surprise and confusion (Dixon), but there was no anger, no disgust. A few nods, a couple of shrugs, a murmured good for you, man.
All in all, that could have been worse—
“What the fuck’s going on here?”
A familiar drawl cutting through the stillness of the room like a lancet through tender meat and oh, and dammit, how the hell had Colin missed that Jamie wasn’t there with them yet? Must have lingered on the pitch with Roy for some extra-curricular coaching tips, same as always these days, and damn, damn, damn, now he’d have to do this shit all over again…
Practise makes perfect.
Colin took a deep breath. He was a strong and capable man. ”I’m gay,” he said. It did feel a little easier this time. Just barely.
“Yeah,” Jamie said, agreeably enough. After a long moment of looking oddly expectant, he added: “And?”
Colin shook his head, slightly puzzled and slightly hating how relieved he felt at Jamie’s non-reaction. Hated that he needed to worry about people’s reactions whenever he spoke of his sexuality. “No ‘and’. I just… I just wanted everyone to know.”
“Yeah, okay, but like, we knew that already?”
Stunned silence, then, spreading through the room once more. Jamie’s eyes wandering from face to face as his own scrunched up in his signature look of disbelieving incomprehension.
“No we didn’t,” Isaac said eventually. “I mean, I knew, but only like a week ago.”
“What, really?” Off everyone’s incredulous stare, Jamie hurried to add: “I mean, I figured we all knew, we just didn’t talk about it because of leaks and homophobia and stuff.”
“Yeah, but—“ Isaac started, but Colin interrupted him, having sufficiently recovered from the shock to speak:
“What do you mean you knew? How?” Had Jamie caught him kissing Michael too? Colin really needed to be more careful.
Or maybe he didn’t. Not anymore.
“Pretty obvious, mate. Like, you had this whole crush on me two years ago.”
“You knew about that?!” Colin’s voice rose an octave, but he didn’t care. Fancying Jamie Tartt, back when the striker first arrived at Richmond, had been six hellish months of notlookingnotlookingnotlooking and being unable not to look, being hyper aware of the other’s presence at all times, constantly trying to make him laugh and getting such an incredible rush whenever he succeeded... But he’d been so sure he’d managed to play it cool.
Appearantly not.
“Uh, yeah. Always know when people are attracted to me, mate. It’s like a superpower.”
“You never made fun of me for it… “ Which was really what had convinced Colin that he had managed to hide his feelings quite well. In no world he could imagine would the Jamie Tartt of two years ago have hesitated to pounce on such a delicious weakness.
But Jamie’s eyebrows rose a good two inches. “Why would I make fun of someone having a crush on me? I mean, come on.” He made a sweeping gesture towards his body and face. “But I was with Keeley so it wasn’t going to happen and when we broke up you were over me, so.”
“Hang on a minute,” Van Damme said. “Are you saying that if you hadn’t been with Keeley, it might have happened?”
Jamie shrugged. “Yeah, sure, why not? He’s a good-looking lad,” he offered, with a friendly smile thrown Colin’s way.
Murmurs of agreement at that. Dani reach out to squeeze Colin’s shoulder.
This wasn’t going the way Colin had thought it would at all.
“Yeah,” said Cockburn, “but, he is a lad.”
Jaime rolled his eyes. “Yeah, thanks Cockburn, hadn’t noticed.”
“Ah, so you’re a bisexual?” Richard nodded to himself, not looking particulary surprised.
“Dunno, mate. I guess? Hadn’t really thought about it.”
Now that caused a ruckus, with players chiming in to offer their (more or less informed) thoughts on the topic and speaking over each other and Jan Maas telling them all that actually.
Jamie seemed unbothered by it, shouting back and telling them to fuck off and fistbumping Bumbercatch and laughing. Quietly, Colin sat back on the bench and watched. Feeling a tension he hadn’t known he carried slowly melt away.
Just like Jamie, wasn’t it? Casually stepping into the spotlight and stealing all the attention without even really trying? Somehow turning even this – this huge, important, life-altering moment of Colin’s – into a sidenote in the Jamie Tartt show.
Colin really didn’t mind, though. In fact, this was perfect. He could just go about his life, loving men and neither having to hide nor crow about it, and Jamie could be… well, Jamie… and if someone ever needed to step up and be a spokesperson for the queers of AFC Richmond, it wouldn’t have to be Colin.
And if he ever broke up with Michael and Jamie was still single… Ah, well. Burn that bridge when he got to it.
#colin hughes#jamie tartt#afc richmond#the team#ted lasso#crack#kinda#locker room conversations#did not mean to turn this into potential jamie x colin but here we are#ficlet#my stuff
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More tma malevolent shit
A man with bloody hands and feet in a suit appears floating above three men who seemed to be waiting.
The red head looks up. "You're that guy who dropped Arthur and John on me."
The white-haired man laughs manically and snaps his fingers, and tilts his head when nothing happens.
"That's Kayne, he's the one to kill me the first time, lad."
"I expected him to be taller." The red head sighs.
"Now, now I've killed a lot of men. You'll have to remind me who you are." Kayne scowls when he's ignored.
"It wasn't even painful, which was the worst part just pop, and I'm in hell."
"Why are you still complaining about your death not being painful?"
"I deserved pain, pup."
"You wanted pain." The red head corrects.
"And?"
Kayne blows a horn loud and obnoxious. "Now that I've got your attention, who are you?"
"Does it matter? Your kind doesn't bother with mine." The red head sighs. "Dennis is already dead, and you can't kill something twice at the point he's at, Tim's a werewolf, and I'm a demon. Your old ones' powers don't mix well with pur brand of supernatural." He turns back to Dennis. "Do you know an Arthur? He did refer to you as the Butcher."
"A guy named Larson hired me to kill him, and yeah he's a hell of a guy, ended up on the same side before I died, but if that's him than he ain't human no more." Dennis scratches his beard. "Should be the same Arthur, Noel and Oscar talk about."
"Oh yeah, that dude who vanished, right?" Tim hums. "Well, now we know where he vanished to."
The red head snorts. "I mean, you're not wrong."
Kayne snaps his fingers again, and nothing happens. "Why can't I hurt you with my powers?"
"You need to listen better." The red head yawns. "Old ones and supernatural don't mix well we can ally with each other or fight against each other but our powers cancel out so physical fighting is needed."
Kayne vanishes in a huff.
.....
Oscar sighs. "Are you alright? I can leave if you need time."
"I.... we didn't know demons existed, let alone well..." Arthur stops himself.
"I've made peace with what I am, Arthur." Oscar smiles softly. "You must have many questions."
Arthur sighs. "I do. Are you ok?"
"I am. I've made a life for myself, set up this Sanctuary for those in unfortunate situations or newly turned supernatural beings we help and heal. We are a safe haven for everyone who accepts it. I know it's only been a month for you, Arthur, since we've met, but it's been nearly a century for myself." Oscar gets up and sighs. "I have to check on my son and husband. I shall return rest up Arthur, Lilith will be back."
"You're married?" Arthur stares.
John appears through Arthur's shadow. "You have a child?"
"Ah yes, Martin, the one who brought you in, I took him in after his mother left him bloody and beaten. He's a demon as well. His biological father is nice but unable to leave hell due to his position." Oscar pauses. "Dennis and I only recently got married when it was legalized, but we've been together a while, got off terribly in the beginning. Although time and communication remedied that. We are bound for eternity, after all."
"YOU MARRIED THE BUTCHER!" John's shouts shake the building.
Dennis snickers. "Ah, there it is that sweet sympathy."
Martin covers his face.
Tim chuckles and then stops. "Wait you were fucking with me he was a serial killer, contract killer."
"No, I was not." Martin sighs.
Dennis cackles
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dark enchantress rule #1: don’t get attached.
notes ; kind of? red velvet x gn reader, dark enchantress scares the shit out of you, reader is from the cookies of darkness, fluff i’m not very sure el oh el
(part i of a mini series)
summary ; dark enchantress cookie has made a set of rules you have to follow, and you’ve already broken the first one.
a/n: yes, this will be a mini series!!! each story in the series will have a different love interest due to mc interacting with different people at different times. if you still don’t understand what’s going on, basically mc is a spy from the cookies of darkness planted to slow gingergang and secretly cause chaos during their journey. before this mc was staying in the tower of sweet chaos with red velvet which is why they are so close.
when gingerbrave innocently waved you off, thinking you were just going on a walk through the woods, you thought about how this couldn’t be more ironic. it was laughable how the young lad didn’t do a background check on you, naively let you join his gang upon first meeting, and even invite you to stay in his kingdom. even now, he still puts all his trust in you as he smiles and allows you to go on a walk outside the kingdom, into the dense forest. you almost felt bad for tricking him, but what had to be done needs to be done. besides, you can’t forget the first rule dark enchantress cookie laid out for you:
rule #1: don’t get attached.
when you were sure that no one was following you and you were all alone in the middle of the forest, you slipped your hand into your pocket and pulled out a coin. flipping the coin onto the ground, you watch as it morphs into a portal, summoning the presence of your master.
a black heel steps out of the portal, followed by another. dark enchantress’s cookie’s black robe fully exits the portal and her staff follows suit. the impatient look on her face as she scans her surroundings before glaring at you makes you gulp, silently telling you that you have to choose your next words wisely.
“master,” you start first, voice tight and nervous, “everything is going according to plan. the brave gang are next on their way to the hollyberry kingdom after resting in their own one, and they will depart in about two days. no one else is following them, but there is a high chance that princess cookie and knight cookie will go to the hollyberry palace at the same time as them, as well as pure vanilla cookie who will want to meet his old friend again.”
“very well,” your master drawls, fingernails tapping her staff at a slow rhythm. her tone doesn’t sound satisfied, but it doesn’t sound displeased either— seems like you’re free from punishment by pomegranate cookie tonight. she gives her next orders, “follow them again. when they reach the hollyberry market, you are to remember everything that happens and inform me about it. licorice cookie and poison mushroom cookie will be there to accompany you.”
you bow immediately, “yes, master.”
dark enchantress turns to leave immediately, but you aren’t done with what you have to say. “master,” you cautiously call out, trying to not make your trembling obvious when she turns around to look at you again. “could i… make a request?”
she raises an eyebrow to prompt you further. “it’s about the cakehounds. while the brave gang encountered some trouble with fighting them off, and while i’ve been trying to discreetly buff up the cakehounds, the brave gang still manages to defeat them with ease. might i suggest we find a way to make the cakehounds stronger?”
your master goes silent for a while, and you’re almost afraid that she’s thinking of how to finish you off and your ridiculous demands. however, she only furrows her eyebrows and asks, “making the cakehounds stronger will only benefit red velvet cookie. are you genuine in wanting to make life difficult for gingerbrave, or are you actually secretly helping red velvet cookie? i did not send you to work for him just for you to get attached to him.”
ah, you sweatdropped, she caught you. your intentions were exactly as she said; you’ve heard worried complaints from red velvet to you about how the number of cakehounds coming back injured have drastically increased, and wanted to help ease his anxiety in one way or another. and you wanted to do it in a way that red velvet would never guess that it was you who helped him.
despite the first rule that dark enchantress cookie had set for you, when she sent you to stay with red velvet cookie for a long time after you had joined the cookies of darkness, you and the half-cake cookie had developed quite a close bond throughout the duration of the stay. it wasn’t something so close like friendship— witches, no, how dare you even think of that while being in the cookies of darkness— but more of a “i trust you” kind of bond. even after dark enchantress cookie asked you to leave the tower of sweet chaos to spy on gingerbrave’s gang, you and red velvet cookie still kept in touch about affairs inside and outside the cookies of darkness’s schemes.
dark enchantress already had an inkling that you were somewhat attached to red velvet, and she knew she had made a mistake asking red velvet to take care of you in your first few years with the cookies of darkness. sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose, “i suppose this proposal is still beneficial to us in the case of slowing gingerbrave down, even if the biggest benefactor is red velvet cookie. i shall think this through before making a decision.”
you raised your head, astonished, not actually expecting her to go along with it. you rise to your feet immediately and bow again. “thank you, master! i’ll accomplish the mission with without difficulty.”
she doesn’t spare you another glance (thankfully) as she disappears into the portal. the black circular substance slowly reduces into a shiny gold coin that you pick up and put back into your pocket. at the same time, you thank the heavens or whatever god that might be watching earthbread for making the conversation go well.
just then, when you finally calm your senses down from that tense conversation, you hear the barking of a cakehound and the frantic shushes of its owner trying to hide his location.
“i swear i thought no one was eavesdropping,” you smile exasperatedly, as red velvet hesitantly reveals his and chiffon’s hiding spot. well, so much for keeping it a secret, i guess.
“what you asked for was… not necessary,” red velvet folds his arms, trying to act tough in front of you (as if his cheeks weren’t glowing brightly at you discreetly trying to solve his recent problem just now). “the cakehounds are strong enough and we do not need dark enchantress cookie’s help for now; there is no reason to not be confident in our abilities.”
“says the cookie who grumbled to me about how you were so worried about cakehounds returning injured and stuff,” you laugh and place your hands on your hips, “i also need to get her off my back by creating more trouble for gingerbrave, else she’ll chase and ask me why they’re so fast at defeating the enemies she sent.”
“you say that, but you care for the cakehounds, which is the actual reason for your request.”
“and you, too! it seems like you don’t like accepting my care for you.”
he stills, and in a softer tone and a more relaxed look, he replies, “i suppose you do care, though it is unneeded. generals do not need anyone to care for them because they—”
“—can solve everything by themselves, yada yada yada,” you sigh and bid him adios before he can continue his monologue. “i shall not waste time listening to your emo, self-hatred speech. i’ll have to go back to spy on gingerbrave, so don’t miss me too much.” you gasp dramatically when he scoffs about how no one will miss you if you’re gone.
you unfortunately do not get to squeeze a “sorry” or even a “bye” out of him (that ungrateful bastard!) but you do get a lick and a hug from chiffon, so you don’t leave the forest unsatisfied.
unbeknownst to you, red velvet watches you as you make your way back to the kingdom. his eyes are soft as they protectively watch your disappearing figure, while sending out an order to the beasts in the forest to not harm you on your way back. if only you could see the way he cares for you too, just like how you care for him. it seemed that even though you asked him not to miss you too much, he was sadly unable to fulfil your request.
now, how should he convince dark enchantress to let you stay in the towers with him once more?
#r.writes#tfw when your writing deproves o(-( ik deprove isn't an eng word i just like using it#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#cookie run sfw#cookie run kingdom sfw#dark enchantress cookie#red velvet cookie#red velvet cookie x reader
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Toyko Revengers S2EP3
aka: BEST BOY CHIFUYU RETURNS!!!!!
Poor Hakkai looks so damn frightened.
Oh hell no! No way Taiju’s just casually punched Yuzuha across the face! God what a bastard! Kudos to her for still standing after taking the hit (since we saw Takemichi fall over several times now) but damn!
“How dare you strike a woman, your own sister!” Takemichi you’re such a good lad.
I still can’t get over the fact that Taiju’s punches sound like gunshots..
Ah shit Hakkai, you’re really willing to quit Toman just so Taiju stops beating up Takemichi? I mean I get the urgency for the fight to stop but c’mon dude. The gang ain’t gonna like that one bit, Mitsuya especially I imagine.
Yeah I guess Hakkai’s motives in the future make a little sense now? but to kill the brother for just money? Really? Surely there has to be some rage behind it too.
Aw, Akkun and the other three guys (who I’ll never remember the names of) came to visit Takemichi at home while he’s recovering, even if he was completely unaware til he just woke up.
Oh? The four of them joined Toman? No doubt under the first division.
AAAAHH CHIFUYU!!! I’m so fucking happy to see you again!! Oohhh my boy, I missed you so much and am so thrilled to see you alive! I think I may cry!!
Yeah yeah I remember that, how Toman was created to deal with Black Dragon who caused trouble for Kazutora.
Surprised to hear Toman won that first battle though. They had to be real small at the time right?
Also love how Chifuyu is sitting on that chair. And hearing his voice again. And that big sweater of his. I’m gonna be so happy whenever this boy is on screen y’all have no idea.
“Toman crushed the ninth-generation Black Dragon,” Okay yeah I was wondering about that. Seems possible but certainly a challenge now that Taiju is in the picture.
He’s only two years older than Takemichi & Chifuyu? And Taiju is built like that? Fucking how??
“There’s no need to fight,” Tell me you’re the main character without telling me you’re the main character, Takemichi.
Sorry, I know these kids are in a whole different league, but I’m still impressed they can already have something grand like these kinds of bikes.
“Nice bike, huh? Baji left it to me.” Sure just rip my heart out while you’re at it.. that’s fine. Oh god, and the smile on his face when he says that! Ah Chifuyu you’re such a precious boy!
“I.. I came from the future!” HELLO??? Takemichi did ya seriously just reveal that? Is that allowed??
Sweet lord.. he’s actually telling Chifuyu the whole story. He’s gonna think he’s insane.. or accept it completely, somehow.
Oh hell no, Takemichi you can’t just spill your darkest secret and then laugh it off as a joke.
“I kind of figured.” Excuse me???
“Well, I mean, I never thought you came from the future. But looking back, there’s a lot of weird stuff about you. There are times when you seem like a different person.” I dunno whether to be scared or impressed with Chifuyu right now?? But shit, if he noticed something was off, then who else could have noticed? Mikey? Kisaki maybe? Crap.
Oh so he overheard a little bit of that conversation with Baji. No wonder he got suspicious.
“You believe me? Even though.. it sounds like I made it all up?” “Hell yeah! Don’t be stupid. We’re partners, after all.” CHIFUYU IS BEST BOY! Everyone else can go home!!
They’re sharing noodles now like he did with Baji.. aw.
I’m seriously gonna get emotional over this boy. Every shot of him just looks so perfect. Fuck!
Every damn Chifuyu smile makes me heart weak.. I love him too much.
Ah shit, and here’s Hanma, who’s gonna do his best to make my heart waver. Seriously, what the hell happened to me since season one to gain such an interest in this man..
Oh? So Hakki being the brother of Black Dragon’s leader wasn’t common knowledge?
Pfft, Chifuyu’s little ‘thumbs-up’ are adorable.
Hell yeah! Mitsuya won’t allow Hakkai to quit!
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Mooooomotaro-san, Momotaro-san!
Peaches and cream! It's Taro Tuesday! ...we have... a truly excessive amount of peaches now. It's symbolic of how Momoi Tarou has completely taken over my life and how I need him to live.
Anyways, here's Episode 21~! Spoilers, I guess...
-Oh, a period piece! I love the look.
-Noooooo, don't gooooo Tetsu-san :(
-Oh hi Shinichi.
-Doggo! Kitty!
-Hell yeah, SaruBrother!
-OH GOD HE'S GETTIN GRABBED
-Oh yeah, the Dragonfires.
-Oh my god, they fucked up.
-Oh, the Aloha shirt guy to the rescue!
-They...
-They tied him up with noodles.
-Where's Ran Hanamichi when you freakin' need her, eh?
-:O
-Former SaruBrother...
-We saw Marina-san a long ass time ago... and now we see a predecessor!
-Ohhhh, he wasn't part of the team...
-Oh my god Don Kaito.
-Yeah, I guess he got permabanned somehow.
-Must've been before he got
-F
-FIVE THOUSAND!?
-"Not bad, my companions!"
-Oh, Seyama's here.
-HOLY SHIT HE TURNED HIM INTO AN ANONI
-Ohhhh, Murasame-kun! Hey buddy, what's up!
-Oh great Momotani Jirou's back again.
-Ohhhhhhh, the lad became Abare Killer! Wow~!
-Does that perhaps mean that Jiro and his
-Oh shit, Kiba Ranger too.
-...I wonder, does Jirou's mental state affect which Sixth he picks?
-"Why is that boy sad? I fucking hate that so much."
-Sonoza appears!
-Kitou Haruka!
-Oh fuck, he straight up got her
-He's describing these meetings as bonds I'm :sob:
-Soy ramen! He's a soy boy!
-.
-Oh
-Oh my god
-Right Suzuki is feeling himself convulse in agony somewhere, and he is unsure why.
-I see, so Shirai's been selfish, and thus unfit for the system...
-Sanest First Love Hero Stan.
-Haruka, are we gonna have to talk about what happened with Tsubasa months ago again?
-Ah fuck it, she never listens. Well, go on homegirl! Fulfill your desires!
-Become the genius mangaka you were meant to be!
-Matsui Family Ramen...
-Ehhhhh, I'm more of a Hanamichi kinda guy, personally. Ever been to Oishi-na Town?
-Boss Matsui does not like the monkey man.
-This man is litrerally the exact opposite of Shinichi, holy crap.
-Tetsu! The legendary autograph man.
-Is that an urn?
-Oh, sauce.
-I... thought it was the ashes of a loved one, my bad.
-Rashi.
-Dude
-What the hell man.
-Nurture your imagination.
-The sun is already too hot, it's summer.
-"Imaaaaaaaaaaagination!"
-Holy shit, he's burning them alive.
-Oh shit, he's back
-Wow Haruka, you've been out of practice for so long that even a noob can tell.
-Holy shit Shinichi, how did you do that
-Yeah, you are pretty insane, Saruhara.
-Aaaaaaand we're a Hitotsu-ki! Of course!
-I mean, if Tsuyoshi can be one while on active duty, obviously we'd get a retiree to be one too.
-Her deadline approaches and she's gotta do Hitotsuki hunting!
-Oh hey Tarou. Tsuyoshi, Tsubasa too!
-What even is he now? He's got a katana, and is up against a very Japanese-themed character... does that perhaps make him a Samurai-ki? Shirai Shiba?
-Oh shit, combining already!
-Donbrothers has absolutely no chill, and I'm here for it.
-Hooray, Shirai Ramen!
-Oi, Saruhara-san! You can't have late night imaginary ramen without an imaginary beer!
-What the fuck, bun?
-Oooooh, Haruka manga focus~! Yay~!
#donbrothers spoilers#avataro sentai donbrothers#donbrothers#taro tuesday#super sentai#don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!
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Mini Fanfic #1003: The Kitaki's Photo Album Chronicles (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney)
3:21 p.m. at Kitaki's Muffin Co./Household's Living Room......
Trucy: Oh. My. GOSH, WOCKYYY!~ (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Sight of her Boyfriend's Baby Pictures Prsented by his Father, Winfred Kitaki) You never told me you played as the Mad Hatter in the school play! (Pokes on Picture Wocky's Cheeks) You look so cute and squishy~
Winfred: (Chuckles Lightly and Proudly) Why, of course he does, little lady. He gets it from his momma and I, you know?
Wocky: (Already Covering his Face in Embarrassment) In more ways than one unfortunately.....(Slid his Hands Down from his Face While Turning Towards his Father) Do you have to show her EVERYTHING in that album? It's embarrassing to look at.....
Winfred: Well, how else am I supposed to show your little lady friend here how much of our pride and joy you are, boy?
Wocky: ('Scoffs') I dunno....Tell her about it or whateva''? (Reaches his Habds Put in Frustration at the Photo Album) That's obviously a better alternative than doing this crap!
Winfred: (Crosses his Arms at his Son) Then they wouldn't be nearly as believable as it should. It's always better to show something off rather than just talkin' about it.
Trucy: Yeah, I think you're being too harsh on these pictures, honey. (Smiles Fondly at the Photo Album) They're all so cute and precious that I can't even decide which one I love the most!~ (Points at a Picture of a Little Wocky Smiling and Standing in the Shot While Wearing a Large Dress Jacket and a Fedora on his Head) Like this one! You'd make the most adorable little baby gangster ever!~
Winfred: (Chuckles Lightly at the Photo in Question) Yeah, I remember the day that was taken all too well. My boy kept yammering on and on about how he wants to be the next heir to the Kitaki clan.
Wocky: (Shrugs) What can I say? I was a big dreamer back then.
Trucy: (Immediately Points at Another Picture Beside the Previous One) Ooh! And look at you dressing up as Aquaman for Halloween~
Woxky: They were already out of other superheroes costumes at the time, so I had to make due with everyone's least favorite fish boy here.
Trucy: (Pouts a Little) Oh come on. Aquaman isn't THAT bad of a superhero.
Wocky: Yeah, but he sure as hell ain't a great one either. His own apprentice is more cooler than him.
Trucy: The Aqua Lad in the OG Teen Titans or the one in Young Justice?
Wocky: Yes. (Notice a Photo Sitting Across the Other Side of the Page) Huh. I found a picture of me being a little magician.
Trucy: WHERE!?
As Wocky points at the picture, Trucy's eyes starts to sparkle once more before gasping loudly.
Trucy: Oh. My gosh. The attire. The pose. The hat. The smile~ (Turns Back to her Boyfriend With a Huge Smile on her Face) Wockyyyy!~ You looked so-
Wocky: Cute? Adorable? Fabulous even?
Trucy: ALL OF THAT IN ONE!~ (Happily Hugs Wocky Beside Her) You would've made a fantastic magician~
Winfred: (Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. (Frowbs a Little) It's a shame that those punks back at school,, made you lose interest.
Trucy: (Starts Frowning as Well) Yeah......(Pouts Again) I still wanna punch those jerks.
Wocky: (Shrugs Again) Hey, shit like that happened. Nothing else I can do but accept it. But at least I still got the magician's assistant gig, so it's not all bad.
Winfred: Ah yeah. I've been meaning to ask you about that for a while now. How are you liking it so far?
Wocky: (Smiles a Little) I'm really liking the gig so far. I was kind of afraid of messing it all up at first, but I managed to get the hang of the whole thing eventually. (Place an Arm Around Trucy's Shoulder and Hugs her Back) And it's all thanks to the Star of the Show herself. (Kiss Trucy on the Cheek)
Trucy: (Giggles Softly While Blushing a Little) Aww~ You don't need to thank me, Wocky-Kins. (Starts Snuggling onto Wocky's Embrace) I'm just happy you're having a great time throughout all of it. (Tirns to Winfred With a Bright Smile) Your son has been a huge help to me from the very beginning. I can't imagine doing a show without him around.
Winfred: (Smiles Softly at the Couple) Hm. Is that so? That's good to here. I could tell you two would make a remarkable team. (Turns to Trucy) And little lady?
Trucy: Yes, sir?
Winfred: (Gets Up From his Seat) This goes without saying. (Bows to the Young Lady in Front of him) But I would still like to thank you very much for the love, support, and care you've provided for our baby boy since the day you two fallen in love.
Wocky: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) I ain't a little kid anymore, dad. I'm a grown ass man now.
Winfred: True. Doesn't change the fact you're always our little munchkin.
Trucy: (Already Snickering) Little munchkin~
Wocky: (Immediately Glares at his Father While Blushing) Dad! Not in front of Trucy!
Winfred: And why's that? She doesn't seem too bothered by the nickname to me.
Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Are you kidding? I love it already!~ (Turns to Wocky With a Playful Smirk on her Face) You think I should call you that for now on....(Playfully Pulls Wocky's Cheek) My handsome munchkin~
Wocky: ('Sighs Heavily') I'll.......(Starts Blushing) Think about it some more, alright?
Winfred: (Chuckles With a Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') Well, look at you warming up to it so fondly.
Wocky: (Went Back at Glaring at his Old Man) Shuddup!
Winfred: (Chuckles Some More Wiping a Sibgle Tear Iff his Eyes) Now, as what I was saying....(Turns Back to Trucy) You've made my boy the most happiest young man on the face of this planet, for the longest time now. (Bows Again) And I will forever be grateful for your efforts.
Trucy: (Stares at Wocky's Father For a Few Seconds Before Smiling Softly at Him) You're too kind, Mr. Kitaki sir. If anything, I should be thanking you for letting me date your precious baby boy in the first place.
Wocky: (Facepalms Himself While Sighing Once More) Damnit. Not you too....
Trucy: He's the most sweetest, passionate, young man I have ever have the pleasure of meeting in my entire. (Bows Back at Winfred) And I hope one of these days, I will have enough courage to ask your son in his hand of marriage.
Wocky: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait. You.....really wanna marry me someday?
Trucy: (Smiles Brightly at Wocky) Of course I do, sweetie!~ (Gently Holds Both of Wocky's Hands and Squeezes Them) There is no else I would rather spend the rest of my future with than you, Wocky Kitaki. And don't you even think about worrying about my magician career either. I'll do very best to balance that and our family life to the fullest. All I ask is that you'll continue to stay by my side no matter what.
Wocky: (Already in Tears) ('Sniff') Are you crazy? ('Sniff') Of course I'll always stay by your stay, Trucy!~ ('Sniff') I....('Sniff') I just hope....i turn out...to be good enough husband and father for you and our....('Sniff') future kids someday......
Trucy: And you will. Just keep believing in yourself and I can assure you that you'll do wonderfully.
Winfred: And your mother and I will be sure to give you the help and support you'll need when the future comes. And while I may not say it to you often....(Smiles Sincerely at his Only Son) Please know we will always be proud of you, my son. Now and forever.
Wocky: ('Sniff') Dad, i.....('Sniff') I......(Finally Criea his Eyes Put as He Hugs Trucy Very Lovingly)
Trucy: Oh my sweet Wocky-Kins~ (Happily Hugs her Boyfriend Back) It's okay~ (Gentky Ribs Wocky's Back) I'm not going anywhere~
Winfred: (Chuckles Lightly) I swear. That boy our mines is more emotional than his mother and I combined.
Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Don't I know it!~ He Looks so cute when he cries.
Wocky: I'M NOT CUTE DAMNIT!
Trucy/Winfred: Yes you are.
Wocky: ARGGGGH!~ (Continues Crying in Trucy's Arms)
Trucy: (Turns Nack to Winfred) Mr. Kitaki, I know it's too much to ask, but would you mind bringing us a blanket or two? (Snuggles onto Wocky Some More) I think our Cuddle Session is in order.
Winfred: ('Heh') Cuddle Session, eh? That brings back some memories.....(Finally Nodded) Alright. I'll bring them to you two in a sec. (Makes his Way to the Door Way of the Room) You make sure you stay by his side now, ya hear?
Trucy: (Happily Salutes to Winfred) Yes, sor!~ Happy Father's, Mr. Kitaki.
Winfred: (Smiles Back to his Futuba Daughter in Law) Right back at you, Trucy Wright. (Finally Turns Around and Makes his Way Towards the Laundry Room)
Happy Father's Day Everyone!
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@cyber-wildcat
@keyenuta
@albion-93
@caleb13frede
@princekirijo
@ma-lemons
#ace attorney#wocky kitaki#trucy wright#winfred kitaki#cute romance#lots and lots of fluff here#humor#winfred is a good father#trucy x wocky#father's month#cuddle session#cuddling & snuggling
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Heartstopper Review Rambles. I wrote it out of order, sorry.
Overall; Episode One; Episode Six.
Spoilers
Episode Two: Crush
My brain shutdown the moment Charlie said “bisexual people exist”.
I had to watch the episode again immediately because, frankly, shows (and media in general) saying bisexual is rare enough.
Let alone having a gay character say it. If a media ever dares say bisexual, it’s usually the bisexual character. Followed immediately by disbelief or questions by other characters. So I can’t give you initial thoughts because of the said-brain shutting down thing. So just have random shit, I guess.
Charlie really said Bi Rights and I was already in “Precious Bean Protect” mode. And my brain was not prepared to deal with it.
Also like the way it was done that Charlie made sure to shut down his friends’ stereotyping and bi-erasure.
“I know he’s straight, he told me,” meanwhile Nick Bi-Panicking over the other side of the plot.
This isn’t a dig at Charlie. He’s literally just going by Nick’s text-agreement which is already like way ahead of his friends.
Pfft like his running.
I’m not apologizing for that very forced simile.
- Well, opening scene is terrifying and sad. Thanks Heartstopper.
- DOGGIE!
- Pour one out of Nellie. Nick laughed at an unfunny post because his crush posted it and Nellie had to witness it. Nellie proving to be a good doggie 100/100.
Show does not cut to Nick after Charlie sends his ‘sneaky’ (And cringe but boy is fourteen, he’s allowed to be cringe) “thanks for being my supportive straight friend haha” text. Interesting.
- Charlie being bold and sending a red heart.
- And Nick’s smile at the heart. Also knowing Nellie is supposed to be eleven years old, she is definitely leaving a giant drool patch on Nick’s leg.
- Ah so Charlie’s the person who does ask for advice but wants a certain answer instead of actual advice.
- omg I never noticed Ajayi’s little smile as Charlie leaves the room.
- “My parents don’t like animals,” - Charlie. So Charlie’s parents have no taste.
- Aww Nick nearly said “you look great”.
- Nick has not heard Charlie play the drums at this point but he’s crushing so bad he’s like “you’re good at drums” to Charlie.
- Pour another out for Nellie who was used to get Nick’s crush over to his house. Nellie, best wingdog 100/100.
- Snow-scene is Peak Romance Trope. The only time it is acceptable to leave a Snow-scene out of your romance if it is set in an area that never snows.
- pfft Charlie is already mama-approved by Sarah.
- Awww Nick was going to ask Charlie to his house again. Also love the detail that apparently Nick couldn’t say night to Charlie through their texts and kept the chat going.
- Pffft Tao trying to pretend what is happening in rugby is me. I tried, I just can’t get it.
- Damn it Tao. Stop getting your opinions from the grapevine. They are always years out of date. And stop making Charlie second-guess himself, he is reading right.
- Tao “you shouldn’t talk to the rugby lads” Xu is apparently on good enough terms with one to slide up to them and ask if Nick is interested in anyone. Charlie, stop listening to Tao.
Aww, Charlie’s little face. NO, CHARLIE YOU WERE READING THE ROOM RIGHT! STOP TRUSTING TAO ON THIS! LOOK, NICK SPECIFICALLY YELLED OUT TO WAVE AT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING FIELD!
Also Tao sees that and is still trusting Otis’s grapevine gossip.
“confirmed by multiple sources,” - Tao about Nick’s supposed crush on Tara. Tao, your sources suck and are the equivalent of webmd. Nellie would like a word with you Tao. Nellie was not used as a ploy to invite Charlie to Nick’s house only for you to insist that Nick has a crush on someone other than Charlie.
- “He’s the straightest person I’ve ever seen,” - Elle. Needs to see her optometrist again. Charlie, no, sweetie. You’re not being an idiot. STOP LISTENING TO YOUR FRIENDS!
- And now Charlie is in his head because his friends are stereotyping and listening to romance-equivalent of webmd. Great.
- Aww, Nick practically lit up when Charlie invited him over.
- Tara and Darcy laughing at the boyfriend questions in their language class. Also Tara’s “that’s the gayest excuse I’ve ever heard!” when Elle saw them holding hands.
- Charlie Spring holding Nick’s hands to teach him the drums. Brave or Nick was just that terrible, Charlie’s nerves about being that close to his crush disappeared? I say brave. But I would find it funny if the real reason why Charlie just couldn’t stand Nick’s attempts to play the drums.
- Aww Nick’s bi crisis as he tries to hold Charlie’s hand twice.
- Tori Appears and Calls It. I like to think she did not actually hear Nick’s “you look cuddly like that” to Charlie and just witnessed the hug. Well for now, that is what I have decided. I might go back to the she def heard the cuddly-part.
Also I know in the comics, Charlie said to Tori that Nick was straight and that was why Tori said she didn’t think Nick was straight. But I like to think show-wise, Tori just saw Nick interact with her brother once and said that with no other related conversations.
- “What does it mean when Hot Straight Boy hugs you for like a full ten seconds,” It means he ain’t straight, Charlie. Stop listening to Tao. Tao is very bad at this.
- Tao “he was probably imagining you were Tara” Xu, Nellie would like multiple words with you! Next Season: Nellie starts an animal-human feud with Tao.
- Charlie is brave. Nick is just a himbo. Buddy, why are you having your sexuality-crisis searches in a tab that will record your history? And why, in following episodes, are you listening to videos without earphones/headphones? Do you not have any? Is your room the attic? Is Nellie getting tired of your pining and sitting/laying on your earphones/headphones?
You can’t stop headcanoning that it’s the last one of those.
- Tao and Elle both trying to convince Charlie that Nick is straight when this episode ends with Nick googling “am i gay?” is brilliant. Charlie, stop listening to your friends. They are terrible at this.
Also if you are genuinely googling “am i gay?”, there is a ninety-nine percent chance that you are not straight.
#heartstopper show#heartstopper review rambles#heartstopper episode two#heartstopper crush#heartstopper episode two crush#heartstopper netflix#long post
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Daniel goes batshit
“Kevin’s gone.” “What? Kevin? He’s gone?” “That’s what I said, yes.” “Calm down ladd, he’s just gone to his job again and forgot to leave a note.” “Oh.” “Actually, he’ll be outta town, or well, in town, for a few days. Just texted me.” Brian did the thing where you show your phone for a second without moving and using it again.
“Ah, guess that means we can relax now.” “Indeed.” Evidently from the title, three lads were not going to relax.
~Day 1~
Blender
“Dan, what the fuck are you doing?” “Getting some blood, what’s it look like?” “I could tell, but why are you blending it?” “Rat poison.” “…wha-“ “Kevin isn’t here to steal what I’m drinking and now I can see what it tastes like. Well, I already know, I just want to know what it’s like blended with blood.” “Will it kill ya?” “Lived the first time.” The lad could only watch in disgust as Dan drank the poisonous concuction. “Huh, kinda okay.” “So…I guess vampires can eat poison.” “Oh, no, we can’t. I just faint for a few hou-” “FUCKING CHRIST DAN, WAKE UP, OH JESUS!” Dan woke up with a few face marks a few hours later.
~Day 2~
Gargoyle
“Dan, what are ye doing up there?” “Relaxing.” “On the edge of the ledge?” “Vampire gargoyle.” “Dan, it’s windy as shite and you are literally a twig, be careful.” “Ah, nah. It’s alright lad, I won’t-” He fell. “See, what’d I tell ya-OH FUCK YOUR ARM IS IN THE SUNLIGHT WHY DIDN’T YOU TURN INTO A BAT HOLD ON I’M COMING!” Dan had to soak his arm in cold water for hours for it.
~Day 3~
Chandelier
“What are you looking at?” “The view from the chandelier must be quite nice.” “Dan, what does that me-HOW ARE YOU SCALING THE WALLS LIKE THAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO IT AS A BAT.” “There are holes in the wall behind all this wallpaper that you can grab onto if you know where to get it.” “WELL THAT’S ONE WAY TO BECOME FEKING SPIDERMAN.” “Ah, wait, I can’t climb ceilings.” “Dan, don’t jump. Don’t do it Dan. Dan-OH YOU FECKER!” It’s a surprise the chandelier didn’t break. “Well, I guess he’s gonna swing from the chandelier.” “Brian, don’t make this a music video…or give him ideas.” “Too late.” That was a glass and plastic filled day.
~Day 4~
Kevin
“Hey guys, I’m baaaack-what.” Everyone is too tired to speak, only mumbling “Hey Kevin.”s. Well, everybody except Dan. He’s just a bat stuck in a cage. “What the feck happened while I was away?” “Shit happened. Did you know Kevin is batshit insane and has less self-preservation than a wet paper bag?” “Of course I do! There’s a reason I do shit!” “You’re telling me the reason Dan is alive and we did not have to deal with this is because you demand to be fed?” “Yes.” “What the fuck.”
#spooky!lads#rtgame#the irish lads#call me kevin#daithi de nogla#jacksepticeye#terroriser#Daniel not Raniel writes
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four’s company | rapline [m]
✘ — pairing: boxer!rapline x male!reader
✘ — genre: smut!, boxer au, poly au
✘ — wc: 6.4k
✘ — rating: 18+
✘ — warnings: minor injuries (occupational hazard kind), smut: mxm, light (accidental) voyeurism, light hand kink, baby boy reader, sub/bottom reader, dom/top members, foursome, anal sex, protected sex (don’t forget to wrap ‘em, lads and ladies!), fellatio
✘ — notes: part of a fic exchange within the ghostie network, i’m sorry it’s late!!!!! please accept my humblest apologies!!! @bangtanloverboys here you go!! i hope it’s not too shitty!!!
If accidentally walking in on your three crushes in a heated moment, not once, not twice, but thrice isn’t enough to capture their attention, then you don’t know what is.
You’re about to find out that you’ve had their attention for a while, though.
— posted; 02.01.2021 || masterlist
For what is far from the first time tonight, you feel the weight of a certain gaze.
Well, to be more specific, it hasn’t just been one gaze you’ve felt on you tonight. More like… three.
You know who they belong to, unfortunately. It’s the same three people that you found in an… interesting situation earlier. On that was, no doubt, not meant for outside eyes.
Well, you say that, but you feel like that’s just because you, yourself, are mortified. To be honest, the three boxers you found locking lips and making out in the locker room didn’t seem to be all that ashamed about it.
In fact, when they caught you in the motion of fleeing, they’d had the audacity to grin about it!
Utterly humiliating. You haven’t been able to bring your gaze anywhere near them all day. To make matters worse, you couldn’t even flee to the safety of your home or anywhere similar, because there is a match tonight and you’re needed as a qualified first aid officer.
Which brings you to the current predicament; sitting ringside and attempting to avoid the gazes of the three boxers seated on the side adjacent. Try as you might, it’s actually a struggle to keep your eyes on the current match. It’s a rookie night, and you feel extra bad since one of the people in the ring is actually a close friend.
Though, perhaps you should demote Jungkook from ‘close friend’ status considering he is the reason you started working here and subsequently, had the opportunity to stumble upon a certain scenario this morning. Were it not for him and his stupid, pleading puppy eyes, you wouldn’t have a particular embarrassing image burned into the back of your eyelids.
You know that despite his rookie status, Jungkook is quite a naturally talented boxer. Perhaps that is part of the reason that your brain thinks it’s okay to let your eyes stray from the match instead of watching attentively as you’re expected to. The subconscious certainty that Jungkook can handle himself seems to be your undoing, because in a moment of inattentiveness your eyes manage to reach the area you’d been trying so hard for them to avoid.
As you’d both feared and expected, they are in fact already looking at you. Well, one of the three. It is the piercing gaze of the club's current lightweight champion, Min Yoongi, that bores a hole into you right now. The two accomplices to his side aren't joining him in drilling their eyes into you across the room for now, instead leaning into each other as though they're whispering amongst themselves.
There's something about Yoongi's eyes, dark and piercing, that seem to always root you in place no matter where you are. His expression, as it usually tends to be, is unreadable. It's a certain kind of neutrality that graces his features, thin enough that you can tell there is something behind it but too opaque for you to be able to discern exactly what.
You don't even realise you're trapped in his gaze until the sounding of the bell snaps you out of the spell that seemed to be cast over you. Your head whips back around and you see the referee signalling the end of the bout, and just beyond him Jungkook is standing slightly bent over as he offers a hand to his opponent on the canvas. To your alarm, it is only now that you notice the blood dribbling down the man’s face. The reasonable crowd that has gathered is still cheering (Jungkook was quick to rise as one of the fan favourites) and it’s a wonder you can hear the referee’s call above the ruckus.
“Medic!”
That’s your cue.
x – x – x
“You look kind of on edge, man. Are you alright?”
You’re almost too busy staring into your coffee in a borderline dissociative state to hear Jungkook as he calls for your attention. It has to be about the thirteenth time in the past half hour, but you can’t find the energy to be ashamed about it. Mostly because all of your shame and embarrassment are focused on other areas right now.
It had happened again.
Is it just your luck? You don’t know whether to dub it as rotten luck, because you feel it would be a bit of an insult to the boxers you’d once more found in a suggestive situation. But considering it good luck feels kind of sleazy, because although you’re embarrassed as hell, all things considered what you walked in on wasn’t a bad view—
No, that thought is stopping there. Any further and you’ll only incriminate yourself and you’ll have to dose yourself with another fresh shot of shame.
Realising that you still haven’t answered the concerned-looking boy sprawled in the chair to your side, you offer him a non-committal grunt. It’s the best you can do while you take another moment to form actual coherent thought.
“I’ve never been better,” you say, and immediately Jungkook lets loose an abrupt snort.
“You look like shit, so don’t bother trying to lie. Are you having trouble sleeping again or something?”
You survey him for a moment, touched that he remembers the insomnia that had ailed you for a few months a while back. “Actually, I’ve been sleeping pretty good the past few months.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, making you squint at him in question. “Oh, I’ll bet you have, considering the things you were saying in your sleep last time I stayed over.”
You simply look at him, wondering whether he’s going to be an ass and continue. You don’t have to wait long for an answer.
“You were all like, ‘nngh, Namjoon,’ and ‘oh, Yoongi’, and then you said something about Hoseok too but I can’t quite remember, probably because it was so x-rated that my poor baby brain banished it from my memory—”
“Jungkook,” you cut him off, gripping the plastic spoon that came with your drink painfully tight. “Shut up.”
This is most definitely not the conversation to be having in the café barely a block away from the boxing gym where the two of you frequent, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to get the hint. Actually, you’re pretty sure he got the hint and he just doesn’t care enough to heed it.
“You really ought to do something about that crush of yours, bro. There’s three of them, so there’s three times the misery if you sit on your ass instead of—”
“Jungkook,” you attempt to warn him again, glaring slightly this time. You’ve scooped some of the whipped cream off of his plate of pancakes and hold the tip of the spoon back, threatening to fling it at him should he keep talking.
“—doing something, you know? I’ve seen them practically undress you with their eyes enough times by now that I could fill out a diary with all the incidents I’ve witnessed. Plus, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how often they ‘hurt’ themselves as an excuse to see you? I really don’t think you have much to lose, especially with an ass like yours—well, it’s nothing like the cake I’m serving, but still, it deserves some praise—ACK!”
Ah, so he has chosen death.
You discard the now-empty spoon onto a napkin, taking a long sip of your drink. It seems Jungkook has engaged his ape brain more today than usual as instead of wiping the cream off his face like any normal human would, he’s attempting to reach it with his tongue. His chances aren’t good, to be honest; though you reckon your mutual friend Jimin would be able to get it from that distance. Dude has a tongue like a lizard.
“You have Seven Days,” you tell him, struggling not to let a smile through as the amateur boxer whines, unable to reach the cream.
“You have seven days,” he grumbles sulkily, reaching with a begrudging hand for a napkin. “Do something or I’ll expose your ass.”
You roll your eyes, ninety-nine percent sure that he’s kidding.
…
That other one percent worries you a bit though.
x – x – x
You take back what you decided earlier— something is definitely wrong with your luck.
“And how did you hurt your knee again?”
“I tripped on the stairs.”
Jung Hoseok, the club’s current star welterweight boxer, sits before you in your little medical office. There aren’t any matches on today, but you’re on shift because the club members are doing some of the more rigorous training; there is an important few matches coming up for a few members, and they all want to be as prepared as possible. As tends to be the occupational hazard, training can often lead to injuries that need to be immediately attended to.
You can’t say, though, that this is the type you were expecting when you rocked up today.
Hoseok is beaming at you, all sincerity and sparkles. There’s a slight bit of dark regrowth in his hair that catches your eye as you survey him, the crimson ends sticking to his forehead lightly from sweat. He looks every bit earnest and honest as he sits in front of you, but you can’t help but suspect him just slightly.
Because you’re not sure any of the club members have ever made their way to your office for a graze that wouldn’t even phase a kindergartener.
“Well,” you say, trying to ignore what Jungkook had said barely a day or two ago that floats back into your head now. “The good news is, it’s not fatal.”
Hoseok lets out a great, dramatic huff in relief. “Oh, thank god. I was so scared this might have been the end.”
‘Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how often they ‘hurt’ themselves as an excuse to see you?’
Is that what this is? An excuse to see you? A look spared for the man before you leads you to conclude: probably not. He’s a little too radiant to be seeking out lil’ ol’ you.
“Not this time,” you say, rummaging through your small box of mismatched bandages. Finding what you’re looking for, you turn back around and begin preparing it to place it on Hoseok’s knee. “You live to see another day.”
Hoseok shifts like he’s about to say something in response, but cuts himself off with a surprised laugh when he sees the band-aid you put on him. “Wh—you have Minions band-aids?!”
“I reserve them for special patients,” you say before you can stop yourself, promptly clamping your mouth shut a little too late. Your cheeks… you just hope the heat gathering there isn’t obvious.
Something shifts in Hoseok’s gaze as he surveys you for a moment, before hopping from the bed, testing his knee out like he’d sprained it instead of scratching it. The look is gone before you can fully decipher it and he’s back to grinning brightly once more.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll have to come back often. Wouldn’t want them to go to waste.” Hoseok’s smile adopts a slightly cheeky edge as he makes his way to the door, lifting two fingers to his temple in a lazy salute. “See you later, doc!”
Then he’s gone before you can return the farewell, door closing definitively behind him and leaving the room in silence.
Are you going crazy, or did Hoseok— one of the three boxers you’ve happened to walk in on twice now—just return your light flirting?
… God, you hope it wasn’t because of the minion band-aid.
x – x – x
You wish that visit had been an isolated incident, but you had a repeat of it at least twice a week. Each time Hoseok would rock up grinning at your door with some other minor injury, all but demanding a minion band-aid for his troubles. You gave it to him, of course, but you still hope he doesn’t remember you as the minion band-aids guy.
Surprisingly enough, it isn’t only Hoseok that has been cropping up more often in your day-to-day. You’ve had a few surprise encounters with Yoongi, who lately has taken to giving you a sly, unreadable look before turning away, leaving you in your own confusion. Sometimes you’ll get carried away watching him or one of the other boxers practice, and before you know it he has caught you staring red-handed and you’re forced to flee the room to escape the smug, intrigued look that slips into his eyes.
It’s after such an occasion that you find yourself in the main locker room, attempting to multitask by looking for a box of first aid supplies hidden in the top shelves and giving your face a chance to cool down. It’s taken you so long to even find the damn box that your embarrassment has all but evaporated by now. By the time your eyes lock onto the scuffed white box peeking over the edge of the highest shelf in the corner of the room, you’re more than ready to snatch it down and escape back to the comfort of your dingy little office.
Of course, it couldn’t ever be so easy for you. Not given your recent string of poor luck.
You don’t consider your height to be remarkably anything, and normally you don’t have that much trouble reaching the cookie jar on the top shelf in your apartment but for some reason the shelves in this building are built to cater to giants, and try as you might you simply cannot reach. You’re literally about to abandon the last of your dignity and attempt jumping for it, when there is a light scuff on the floor from behind you and then a firm warmth pressing into your back.
In all honesty, your brain short-circuits. For a second you think you might have even blacked out, because it takes at least three seconds for you to realise what is happening, and by that time the figure has already retreated back from your form.
Somewhat dazed, you turn around to see one Kim Namjoon, the clubs leading middleweight champion and the third and final member of those racy scenarios you happened to walk in on oh-so long ago. In his hands is the box you’d been struggling so much to reach, and on his face is a look that somehow blends sheepishness and amusement into one attractive cocktail on his features.
“Here you go,” he says, and for a shamefully long moment all you can do is stand and soak in the lovely timbre of his voice. By the time you snap out of it, a small smile has begun to curl on his lips. You pointedly avoid looking at the dimples that are beginning to show as a result.
“Oh, uh, thanks,” you say, trying to make it as natural as possible as you reach and take the box from his hold. “Whoever put it up there seems to have a vendetta against me.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he says, and there’s suddenly something a little secretive about the way he’s smiling. It makes you suspicious, and once more the words Jungkook prattled into your ear a week or so ago come rattling back into your brain.
Is this something similar to what Hoseok had done? Did Namjoon put the box on a higher shelf?
“Are you calling me short?” For some reason, that’s what comes out of your mouth. There is a slight disconnect from what you said and what Namjoon had said previously, but he seems to make the connection. He tilts his head back and a rich laugh tumbles forth. It sounds nicer than you wish to admit to yourself.
“Never,” he finally answers, grinning. “Though, feel free to come get me next time you lose against a shelf.”
Your mouth drops open in affront, but he makes a departure too quick for you to respond. His laughter echoes down the halls and you’re left reeling in your spot.
This isn’t what you expected to happen after walking in on a few intimate situations. In fact, this is quite the opposite.
What is happening?
x – x – x
As the weeks go by, there are several big nights and several big matches. Hoseok and Yoongi, among a few others from the gym, emerge victorious. At this point you’re not too ashamed to say that you spent the entirety of their matches watching the way their muscles rippled as they dodged, swung and wove around the ring. If the last shred of dignity still clinging to you had disappeared, then you probably would have drooled like a dog.
The nights tend to go by weight classes, and the next upcoming night is to showcase the middleweight boxers. While Jungkook classifies for the class, as one of the newer recruits he isn’t the first choice for the match—much to his dismay.
It is approximately a week before this big match, in which Namjoon, one of the three men who live in your head rent-free these days, is participating, that you’re woken from your sleep and called into the gym.
It’s your night off, actually, so for you to be called in there must have been a pretty serious injury. You’re proven right when you enter the building and walk into the main room.
Before you can even assess the scene, Yoongi spots you and darts on over. He has a look on his face that you don’t think he’s ever sported before, and it fills you with a feeling of dread. It seems an appropriate feeling, considering what you see when you advance further into the room, towed by the frantic blonde who’d fetched you.
“Holy shit, what the hell happened?!” You dart forward, Yoongi’s grip slipping from your wrist as you move out of his reach.
Namjoon is seated on the floor in a squat, cradling his left hand to his chest. A grimace twists his features, eyes glistening but face clear of tears.
To your complete and utter surprise, the familiar tenor of Jungkook’s voice reaches your ears. You didn’t know he had stayed behind to practice tonight.
“We were leaving after practicing a bit later than normal, and some assholes drove past and picked a fight. I think—I think they were members from one of the rival clubs on the other side of the city but it was kind of dark and I didn’t get a good look.”
Your brows shoot up—that’s risky behaviour on their part, if it was actually members of a rival club that did this. Judges of this particular tournament don’t look kindly on foul play.
It would make sense if it’s true, though; a lot of local clubs tend to have boxers in the middleweight range, and Namjoon has emerged from enough matches victorious that he’s actually quite a threat.
“Let me see,” you say, holding your hands out to Namjoon for him to rest his injured one in your hold. “Jungkook, go get the big tin box with the red cross from my office. Make sure it’s the one with antiseptic and bandages.”
You don’t even need to check he’s listened, because you can hear the frantic, obedient pattering of his feet fading away in the distance as you unwrap the blood-drenched towel from the hand in your hold. Namjoon’s busted up limb takes all of your attention the second you lay eyes on it properly, your stomach filling with an unpleasant, nameless cocktail of sensations.
“Holy shit,” you say, unable to contain your wince. “Tell me you didn’t get this from fighting them bare-knuckle.”
Namjoon has enough capacity for humour right now that he lets out a little huff. Yoongi fills you in before Namjoon has a chance.
“No, though I almost did.” His expression is dark, the heat of his anger reaching you even when it’s not directed your way. “They were probably drinking before coming here, since they had a few bottles they threw into the mix.”
That explains the gashes you’re seeing on Namjoon’s palm— it seems he caught one of the bottles, though you’re not sure whether it was already broken or whether it broke on impact. Thankfully, from what you can see, the gashes and lacerations aren’t too deep and shouldn’t cause lasting damage, but they’ll definitely take a while to heal, and one or two of them look like they will need stitches.
“Alright,” you begin, sighing softly. “I’ll do what I can to fix this up for now, but you’re going to have to go to the ER, because some of these will need stitches…”
You look up, reading the expressions of everyone in attendance and knowing that they have all reached the same conclusion regarding Namjoon’s immediate fate as a boxer.
“Sorry, Namjoon,” you start, watching his features crumble ever so slightly into a look of resignation. “This isn’t going to heal in time for next week, and you definitely won’t be able to train for a while.”
It’s just as you announce that, that Jungkook returns with your box of first-aid goodies. Hoseok, who has remained surprisingly silent the whole time this conversation has gone on, takes the box from his hold and delivers it next to you. Surprising all of you, Namjoon is quick to look up and pin Jungkook with a grin.
“Well, since I can’t participate—how do you feel about making your Big Boy Boxing Debut, Jungkookie?”
Your friend is rooted to the spot in shock for a solid few moments, before he snaps out of it and an excited if slightly nervous expression filters onto his face.
“I will defend your honour, Namjoon!” he declares, saluting stupidly. “Count on me!”
Cheesy of him, but you can’t help the smile that tugs your lips. You just hope it’s not too late-notice for him, and that Namjoon’s injuries really aren’t that serious, as you surmise.
x – x – x
The week passes quicker than you anticipate, and before you know it, it’s the night of the big match—Jungkook’s first big match, that is. Namjoon had done his best over the days to coach Jungkook on the particular fighting styles of the opponents he normally faces, and to everyone’s pleasant surprise, Jungkook has picked it all up with ease.
You’re more surprised to say that you’re not even that nervous, as you sit waiting for the match to begin. Jungkook stands in one corner, his opponent from one of the more renowned rival gyms in the other. You prepare to be on standby in case either boxer is injured enough to need aid, but cross your fingers that if anything at least Jungkook will be alright.
In the blink of an eye, the match begins and the first bout kicks off. Jungkook’s opponent is slightly stockier, likely pushing the upper limits of the weight class, and is the first to make an offensive move. The familiar sound of cushioned gloves making impact rings in the air and you find yourself tensing in your seat as you watch the two interchange blows.
It’s pretty much neck-and-neck for a majority of the bouts. Some of them go quick, and others seem to consist of the longest three minutes of your life. Still, the match goes on, and the night is filled with the siren song of the crowd and the ring of the bell.
After a night of close-call bouts and baited breath, Jungkook finally emerges victorious.
Ever the fan favourite, the crowd that has amassed erupt into cheers as the referee declares the end of the final bout and Jungkook is held up as the victor. With the match decided, the club members that had been watching ringside burst up and swarm around the young boxer who brought pride to the gym on his very first big match. The three boxers that usually occupy your thoughts wriggle their way up there too, and it’s Hoseok’s bright tone that pierces the ruckus of the crowd.
“Drinks at ours to celebrate our victor, Jungkookie!” he caws, rubbing Jungkook on the back in something akin to pride. “Members of King Hit Gym, we better see you all there!”
You mightn’t be a technical member, but the way you suddenly feel three sets of eyes on you tells you that you’re still more than invited.
x – x – x
It’s three hours since the end of the match, and you’re more than a little tipsy.
You can safely say that you haven’t ever been to the house where Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi live, but you’re nothing short of impressed. It’s a three-storey townhouse, with three rooms— presumably one for each of them, though from what you’d glimpsed on the way to the bathroom earlier only one of them appears regularly lived in.
It didn’t take you long to ponder exactly why, considering the things you’ve accidentally witnessed in the past month.
Most of your time tonight was spent celebrating with Jungkook as he made the rounds and received congratulations from the rest of the club members. Music thrums through the building, bass vibrating pleasantly through your chest every time you pass the expensive speakers in the living room.
You’ve paced yourself well, all things considered. All you had to do to avoid an early night ending in blackout drunkenness was steer clear of Jungkook whenever he made his way by the kitchen to refill— he’d learnt his mixing skills from Jimin, a verified alcoholic back in the day who spent his time in university trying to throw together his own signature cocktail with the same alcohol percentage as absinthe.
So you’re relatively proud of yourself to only be a little over tipsy at this point in the night. You can’t really say the same for the rest of the club members, though— even Jungkook has reached a point where he is stumbling and giggling. Which, of course, led to the event that splattered drink all over your shirt.
You’re wandering up the stairs now, mind occupied with everything but what you’re doing as you absentmindedly seek the bathroom to clean your shirt. You haven’t seen any of the homeowners in a while, actually, which is kind of disappointing because you’re really longing for some eye candy right about now. They disappeared about ten minutes ago, and you figured it was just to socialise or maybe grab more snacks but you haven’t paid it much thought since then, and now you’re realising they hadn’t returned to the party yet.
Reaching the top of the stairs, you pause for a moment to try and recall which room is the bathroom. There’s two of them, you remember being told, one ensuite and a main bathroom. There was also a third one on the first floor, but that was too far for you to attempt reaching it. Unable to remember which door is which, you simply decide to wing it and march on forward towards the first door to enter your line of sight. You’re pretty stable, but your head is kind of fuzzy, so your hand hovers by the wall as you walk just in case you stumble.
Upon reaching the door in question, it takes you about a second and a half to realise the room you have reached is not the one you want, and another second for the shock to reach you.
Because, for the third time in a month, you have walked in on something you shouldn’t have.
Except this time, you can’t seem to pull yourself away as fast as you should.
It’s Hoseok and Namjoon tangled before you this time, in a position much more intimate than the last you’d seen. Their lips are locked, Hoseok straddling one of Namjoon’s thighs with one hand tangled in inky locks and the other rubbing over his crotch, where a prominent bulge makes itself known even to your eyes. Just when you remember that you should really be on your way, their lips break apart and Namjoon’s head tilts back, a sinful, velvet moan climbing from his throat as Hoseok leans to pepper it with kisses. It’s mesmerising, and you forget you’re even there as you watch the red-haired man’s hand climb up Namjoon’s stomach and then slip beneath the waistband of his jeans.
You come back to yourself when you feel a familiar tightness in your own pants and a throb between your legs— of course, you’re hard. You’re too hazy-brained to even be ashamed of it right now. It does pierce through the fog, though, that you’re intruding on something you’re not meant to see. Like you’re trying to move limbs filled with lead, you start to drag your feet and turn around.
You barely get a step in before you’re face to face with someone strikingly familiar, and your heart drops in your chest before kicking back into motion at double speed.
“You always seem to enjoy watching, don’t you?” Yoongi’s question catches you off guard and puts you on the spot— before you can panic, though, his lips curl in a kittenish smile. “It’s alright, we already know you do, baby boy.”
Your heart stutters in your chest, stomach flipping giddily. Your eyes track it with surprising clarity as Yoongi’s hand— strong and sculpted and deliciously vascular, as you’d admired many times before— rises to caress your cheek, and he leans forward until his lips brush the sensitive skin of your earlobe.
“Why don’t you join us, this time?”
You find yourself nodding before you even realise it, but it’s definitely a decision you would make again any other day.
You feel Yoongi smile against your ear, and then he is pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and pulling back. That same strong hand winds around your wrist and you’re tugged into the room, the door shutting behind you. The two on the bed barely bat an eye at the arrival of their third lover and an extra figure, merely smiling dazedly at the two of you.
“Baby boy is finally gonna join us?” Hoseok asks, eyes lidded and dark to match the tousled look of his hair and clothes. His words are slightly slurred but the keenness to his gaze tells you he is still very much aware of everything he does.
Yoongi hums in confirmation, coming up behind you to wind his arms lazily around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. “Mhmm. Don’t stop on our account— why don’t you give him a bit of a show to start, hm?”
Hoseok needs no further prompting, a grin all you glimpse before he is diving back to crash his lips into Namjoon’s, hand moving inside his pants and eliciting a deep, throaty groan. It makes your own cock throb in need, and almost as though he reads your mind, Yoongi's voice sounds in your ear once more.
“You already hard, baby boy? Like what you see?”
Something about the husky quality of the boxer’s voice makes a shudder roll down your spine, a light whine slipping from your throat. Yoongi presses soft kisses to the skin of your neck as you watch the two on the bed undress each other between heated kisses.
“Want me to touch you, baby boy?”
As though possessed, your head begins nodding before you even think to act on the urge. Yoongi requires no further prompting; he begins to kiss and suckle along the column of your neck while his hands move— one creeps up beneath your shirt to flick a thumb over your nipple, and the other slips down, down, down beneath the waistband of your pants and boxers, until that hand you admire so much is slipping around your cock and squeezing just enough to make you gasp out a moan.
Pleasure and desire wind together to mix with the tipsy haze in your mind, and you’re more than happy to surrender yourself to the current situation. Slowly, you’re urged over to the bed, eyes still locked on the pair occupied there as Yoongi’s hand works magic on your length. You don’t even bother attempting to stem the gasps and moans tumbling forth because you know at this point it would probably be futile.
Hoseok has now stripped Namjoon entirely and is making his way down his body with his mouth, pressing a kiss against every inch of golden skin he can reach. Namjoon is quite generously endowed, and you can’t tear your eyes away as Hoseok finally reaches the apex of his thighs and begins to lavish attention to Namjoon’s flushed cock.
You can feel Yoongi grinding lightly against you as he strokes your own aching member, the two of you observing the show before you with rapt attention. At some point you’re rid of your shirt and the air feels cool against your flushed skin, your upper body leaning back against Yoongi contentedly. The noises spilling from Namjoon’s throat are downright sinful as Hoseok’s mouth sinks down on him with practiced ease.
It’s almost too much for you, really. Almost sensory overload. You’re urged ever so slowly to the bed, and as you sit on the plush mattress you happily oblige as Yoongi begins to undo and remove the jeans that are now uncomfortably tight. Your boxers follow soon after and then you’re joining the other two in their nudity. As though sensing the change in plans, Hoseok pulls off of Namjoon’s cock with a ‘pop’, licking his lips and ignoring the whine in protest that Namjoon lets out. “In a minute, bubs.”
Yoongi leans over to the bedside table to retrieve lube and something else you soon realise to be condoms as he tosses them on the bed between him and Hoseok.
“Are you alright with this?”
You turn at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, eyes meeting his own— though heady and full of desire, they’re also determined. You don’t doubt that if you say no, he will stop things here.
“Yes,” you confirm, and you watch as a smile pulls over Yoongi’s face.
“Excellent. Now, lean forward, baby boy. This might be a little cold.”
Without question, you allow him to shift and bend your body as needed, knees digging into the plush bedding. Tilting your head up, you manage to meet the eyes of Namjoon, who is in a similar position to yourself, just in time for you to gasp at the sudden cold sensation at your ass.
You’d think by now you would be used to the feeling of lube— you’re immediately distracted from that though at the sensation of Yoongi’s finger beginning to toy around your asshole. You allow yourself to relax as much as possible, turning your attention to Namjoon and Hoseok and simply enjoying the sensations Yoongi is eliciting.
Namjoon’s hand raises, cupping your cheek and dragging down ever so gently. Hoseok catches the movement and lets out a coo, eyes boring into your own.
“Wanna kiss him, baby boy? Go ahead, he’s good at it.”
You don’t need to be told twice, and neither does Namjoon. You find Hoseok definitely isn’t wrong as Namjoon’s lips meet your own, the kiss quickly turning heated as his mouth moves against your own. He swallows down your moans as Yoongi’s fingers begin to stretch you slowly, one by one.
You lose so much time in the hypnotic motion of bodies against your own that before you know it there is a gentle yet firm hand against your shoulder pulling you back from the man before you.
“Ready, baby?”
You nod, and soon after hear the familiar tear of foil before the head of Yoongi’s cock is pressing against your hole. You take a deep breath in, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as he begins to press himself in and stretch you open bit by bit. The burn isn’t particularly painful tonight, and to be honest sometimes you’re partial to the sensation.
By the time Yoongi is fully seated within you, you’re almost panting, soft moans escaping unwittingly. Through the fog of pleasure currently addling your brain, you hear similar noises in front of you and realise Namjoon must be in a similar state. Unconsciously, your hand stretches out, seeking contact, and manages to entwine with the large, warm one you identify as Namjoon’s good hand.
As soon as Yoongi receives the green light from you, he begins to move. The sensations of him dragging against your walls are enough to almost drive you mad, especially at the slow pace he’s set. It isn’t long before he picks up though, and soon rough the slap of his hips against your ass is one of the many sinful noises echoing in the room, muffled by the loud music still booming beyond the bedroom walls.
“O-oh, fuck,” you moan, barely coherent enough to respond to Namjoon’s seeking lips. Absently, you hear Yoongi’s soft groans and low murmured praises, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
“Good boy,” he all but purrs, hand caressing down your spine before finding purchase at your hips.
Time blurs and you’re wound so tight that it isn’t long before you feel yourself approaching that edge, your hand lowering to begin stroking your own cock again in an effort to reach your high faster. It’s one deep stroke that hits you in all the right places that is your undoing, and with a cry you’re cumming hard, spots appearing behind your eyes.
The sudden tightness around his cock has Yoongi stilling, a low, drawn out groan sounding from his throat as he joins you in your high, throbbing inside you. Your arms are a little too weak to continue holding you, but he seems to be in tune enough that he notices and his own slip around you, easing you into his embrace as he adjusts on the mattress and hums into your skin.
Namjoon and Hoseok aren’t far behind you, the two of them reaching their own end not long after. Namjoon flops against the bed, spent and Hoseok hops up to retrieve a bin and some wipes to clean up a bit before he too flops across the mattress, smacking Namjoon’s ass as he does and eliciting a brief whine in protest.
“Well fuck,” you hum, staring absently at the ceiling. Yoongi snorts, pulling you closer, and like they all share a hive mind you’re very suddenly in the middle of a cuddle pile as the other two join in.
“Beats just watching, doesn’t it?” One of them queries, probably Hoseok— you’re too tired to really discern it.
“Mhm,” you respond, basking in content. “Four’s company, I suppose.”
There are a few hums of agreement, and then comfortable silence falls over the room. You find yourself smiling as you sink into the most content sleep you’ve had in a while, in the arms of the three boxers who have nestled their way into your heart one by one
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How The Marauders got back together after The Prank
"Are you staying here?" Peter asked, trunk in hand. Sirius had plans of staying at Hogwarts for Christmas Holidays. He had heard how James, Remus and Peter planned their holidays at the Potters. Without inviting him. And practically the other two left without even looking at him. Sirius couldn't blame them. He didn't deserve to go, less, face Mr. and Mrs. Potter after everything they had done for him...
It had been two months since the incident. Sirius didn't even want to remember the stupid thing he did. But he missed his friends. Every day even more. Specially Remus. He didn't know why, but Sirius needed him so much.
"Yeah" Sirius answered "I got nowhere else to go Sirius had left Grimmaund Place the previous summer and his mother made sure he knew they didn't want to see him anymore. And Sirius didn't want to return anyway.
"I wish you could go" said Peter slightly smiling. He had been the only one who talked to him, when the others weren't around of course. But still Sirius was greateful.
"I don't think the others want me there Pete"
"I know" said Peter looking down "Well, I'll see you on January"
Sirius smiled. When Peter left he came back to bed with tears in his eyes.
His plans for the Holidays consisted on staying in bed all day, drink Firewiskey, smoke a lot and repeat. Sirius didn't want to do anything. Nobody he knew was staying. Besides he was so sad to move anyways.
It was Christmas day and Sirius was lying in bed listening to "While My Guitar Gently Weeps'. He moved to the side and saw on Remus' bed, a sweater. That green sweater he always wore, that fitted him so well and was his favourite. Sirius instantly got up and fetched it. 'Why did he leave it here?' Sirius first instict was to smell it. God. It smelled just like him..
"I miss you Moony" he said holding the sweater to himself.
"And you too bastard" he said looking at James' bed. "You too Pete" he said looking at Peter's bed. Suddenly Sirius had tears in his eyes again.
Then he heard a knock on the door. Sirius jumped and dropped the sweater. Who could it be? Sirius opened the door to find McGonagall standing there. "Hello Minnie" he said now smiling.
"Mr... Sirius" she said a little nervous "Merry Christmas"
"Merry Christmas"
"Pick up your things. You'll use the Floo Network"
"What? Where am I going?"
"She didn't tell you? Mrs. Potter is expecting you for Christmas"
Sirius dropped his gaze. "No. That's impossible. I don't think they'd want me there"
"Then why did I get this letter from her asking me to send you?" she gestured the opened letter.
"Really?"
"Bloody yeah" Minerva said impatient '"And I think you should go. Spending Christmas here by yourself is not a good way to spend it, is it?" She turned to leave "Oh and you should get a shower first"
Sirius smiled.
Sirius couldn't hide his excitement. If Mrs. Potter invited him maybe James wanted him there too. Maybe his friends wanted him there. Maybe they wanted to talk. But he was also nervous. How was he going to face the Potters? Why Euphemia was inviting him? She knew what he did? Was she going to scold him?
Sirius crossed the Floo Network and there she was
on the Potters living room, Euphemia.
"Sirius!" she said embracing him tighly "I'm so glad to see you sweetheart. Merry Christmas"
"Mrs. Potter. Merry Christmas" said Sirius shocked. She didn't know? Why was she so nice to him?
"What's wrong Honey?" she asked
"Why did you invite me here?"
"It's Christmas. Time to be with the ones you love"
"But... I don't think James wants me here"
"Don't worry. James told me everything and I'm not angry" she smiled "Now Fleamont and the boys went to buy some things. We can have some time by ourselves. Let's sit down and chat about it. Fancy a cup of tea?"
They chatted for about an hour. Sirius told her everything that happened. How sorry he was. And how he missed everyone.
"That's why I'm a bad person" Sirius finished. "I was surprised you invite me here. I thought you were mad?"
"Sirius, you're not a bad person. Do you hear me? You've just been through so much. And of course I'm not mad. You know, no matter what a child does, a mother will always love them anyways. And you are like a son to me. I ment what I said back in August, Sirius"
Euphemia smiled at him. Sirius was so grateful. That woman was the opposite to his own mother. James was so lucky. He smiled back.
"And you know how James is" she continued "Stubborn just like his father. I'm pretty sure he will forgive you, though. All your friends will"
Suddenly they heard the door opening up.
"Speaking of the devil" Euphemia said.
She stood up and went to the door. Sirius began to sweat. He didn't know how the rest were going to react to him being there. He didn't want any more fighting.
"Ah, you're back" Sirius heard Euphemia greet the rest.
"Effie" it was Mr. Potter's voice "You have no idea how many people were at Diagon Alley"
Sirius heard the boys greeting Mrs. Potter as well.
"We could have been here sooner but your son, didn't decide on a broom"
Sirius smiled.
"They were all great!" James protested. The two boys
laughed. God how much he missed them.
"Glad you are here boys" Sirius heard Euphemia's voice. "We have a guest"
As she said that, they all entered the room where Sirius was. He stood up. The three boys went pale when he saw him.
"What is he doing here?" James asked very upset. "What are you doing in my house?"
Sirius dropped the gaze. Fuck, he shouldn't have come.
"James" Euphemia said "I invited him for dinner. And this is not your house"
"What?" James got even angrier "There's no way we're dinning with him"
"James, boy" it was Fleamont who spoke "Don't be rude"
Sirius looked at Remus. He was avoiding his gaze.
He wanted to hug him so much.
"No! you don't understand" James continued "I've told you what he did. I've told you he is not my friend anymore"
Those words hurt Sirius like hell.
"James Fleamont Potter! that is enough!" Euphemia shouted, she was angry "You are going to change and eat with us. That is final!"
"Arrrg!!" James protested leaving upstairs. Remus followed him without looking at Sirius. Sirius followed him with his gaze. Peter gestured hello to Sirius but followed the boys.
"Don't listen to him, Sirius" said Fleamont smiling "He is even more stubborn than his old man" he patted Sirius shoulder "I'm glad you are here, boy. You are the only one who actually laughs at my jokes"
Sirius smiled.
"That's because he is gentle" Euphemia said smiling at her husband "Come to the kitchen love" she said to Sirius and he followed her.
Dinner was torture for Sirius. Everyone was eating in silence. They could only hear the sound of plates and houselves popping in and out. Sirius could feel James hateful gaze on him. Sirius looked at James but he suddenly stared at his food. Sirius looked at
Remus. For a moment they crossed stares but Remus looked somewhere else. '
Fuck, Moony look at me, he thought.
Sirius sighed and looked at Peter who appeared to be the only one enjoying his food. A house elf served Sirius more butterbeer with magic.
"Thank you Delphi" he whispered. Delphi disappeared. Sirius decided to breake the silence.
"Dinner is delicious. Mrs. Potter" he said
"Yeah it is" said Peter with his mouth full.
"Thank you. And Sirius call me Euphemia"
"Pfft" James whispered
"James" said Mr. Potter "Behave nicely please"
"Oh I'm sorry" he said sarcastically "Mr. Black I'm glad you are enjoying dinner"
"James" said Mrs. Potter
"What? You want me to feed him as well?"
"'James" whispered Remus. Sirius looked at him. It was the first time he spoke.
"Can we just enjoy a bloody dinner in peace?" asked Fleamont.
"This is ridiculous" said James "What? Are going to pretend we are a happy family? He only spent a few weeks here and now you consider him your son?"
Sirius lost his temper.
"That's enough!" he yelled dropping the fork on the table. Everyone looked at him. "You know, James? You're acting like a child right now. Grow up" Sirius was trying to be as nice as possible but he was fed up of people treating him like shit. First, his parents, Reggie and now James.
"I'm the one who is acting like a child?" James asked as furious "I'm not the one who almost killed someone. What? Everything is forgotten now?"
"James, stop it" it was Remus who spoke. Sirius looked at him in hope. Hope that he was defending him.
"You're arguing in front of your parents" Yet Remus didn't even look at Sirius.
"What? Are you defending him?"
"I'm not defending him"
"Do you remember what he did to you, Remus?"
Peter was following his gaze through them like a muggle tennis match.
"Fuck it James!" Sirius was fuming now "You think you are better than me? What about your nonstop bulling against Snivellus?"
Mr. and Mrs. Potter looked at their son.
"Shut up Sirius" James grunted
"You're not that fucking innocent. You've done terrible things to him"
James was angry looking at Sirius. But Sirius wasn't thinking straigth.
"At least I didn't try to kill him" James said
"James" said Remus
"Guys" Peter spoked
"Fuck I'm sorry! Okay?" Sirius shouted "I've said it so many times already. I'm sorry" he looked at Remus "I'm sorry Moony. I'm sorry I hurt you, okay?" Sirius had tears in his eyes. Remus looked at him for the first time "I didn't mean to hurt you, or anyone. I wish I could just go back and change it all but I can't. All I can do is feel miserable. I'm sorry, I'm like my parents or I'm a Black. But I love you Moony. God I love all of you so much. And you have no idea how much I miss you, lads. You are like my family. Without you I have nothing" Sirius wiped out his tears and got up. "Sorry Euphemia, but I need some air"
He left leaving everyone speechless.
Sirius got to the garden. It was beautiful out there tonight. Not like Sirius' insides. He shouldn't have come. He couldn't stop behaving like a Black. He always did or spoke stupid things without even thinking. Sirius wished that he could be someone else. Anyone. Have other family. And behave like a normal human being. Sirius had tears in his eyes. He was trembling. He took out a cigarette and put it on his mouth but before he could find his wand, another one was providing fire for him. Remus' wand.
"Remus" Sirius whispered.
Remus smiled slightly. "Hi, Pads"
It was the first time he called him that. Actually it was the first time he spoke to him. Remus had tears in his eyes as well. Before Sirius could say anything he heard another voice.
"Did you really miss us?" It was James. Sirius looked behind him and there he was with Peter.
"Yeah" was all that came out of Sirius' mouth.
James rubbed his hair "My mother yelled at us, and made us come to check on you. She's really annoying"
James wanted to sound angry but Sirius really knew him. He sounded... sorry?
"Prongs" said Remus with a smile on his face.
"Okay" James continued "I'm sorry for being an asshole to you" he said looking at the floor.
"And..." said Remus "She said we should focus on the good things you've done for us. She is right" Remus sighed "You are a good friend. You accepted me for who I am and you've been there for me. For us"
Sirius' heart was warming up. Was he dreaming? Was Remus saying all those nice things to him?
"Right" Peter added
"So, you are not angry at me?"
"Honestly Pads, we are always angry at you" James said.
And then he hugged Sirius. Sirius hugged him back tight, like if he let him go, he will disappear. They stood like that for a while.
"Amm. Should we get you a room?" Peter asked. Sirius and James stopped hugging awkardly. Sirius smiled and hugged Peter too.
"So are friends again?" Peter asked
"We never stopped being friends Wormy" said James Sirius turned to face Remus.
"Moony. I'm truly sorry for hurting you, I promise I will be there for you no matter what. You are very important to me. And I won't do anything stupid anymore"
Sirius had said sorry so many times by now but he got to let Remus know how important he was for him.
"Who are we kidding Padfoot?" Remus said "You will always do stupid things"
Everyone laughed at that and Sirius hugged Remus. He didn't know how much he needed the touch of his body. How much he missed his smell. His heart started beating fast.
"I think these two need a room, Pete" said James.
"Shut up, Prongs" Sirius said but he was smiling.
"Okay, who wants dessert?" asked James "Mum prepared her famous apple pie"
"Me please" said Peter
"Okay let's go"
James patted Sirius shoulder and smiled at him. Sirius was so happy to have his brother back.
James and Peter started walking. Sirius and Remus stayed behind. Sirius looked at Remus and Remus looked at him. They looked at each other goofly for a while smiling at each other. And Sirius' heart was racing again.
"I'm glad you are back" said Remus
"I'm glad I'm back too" Sirius said
Remus kissed his cheek and followed James and Peter. Sirius stood there. If this was a dream he didn't want to wake up. He had his friends back. He had Remus back. Did he actually deserve it? He promised himself, he wasn't going to hurt them or do something to lose them again. They were his family.
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Born to be wild - Chapter 1
Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren't prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?
Word count: 2.6k
Author’s note: And away we go! First chapter lads. This is a long series so a lot of building up to do so stick around. Idk how frequent updates will be but I will try to make them quite frequent
Warnings: Reference to misogyny, swearing
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You were here.
Finally, after years of preparation, years of people, men, telling you that you couldn’t do it. That racing was a man’s sport, that a woman could never have the same skills, drive and determination that men had when it came to racing. That you just couldn’t do it. Now you stood here, feet on the warm cement, eyes glimmering with excitement as you looked over the F1 banner, ready to enter the garage for the first time, ready for qualifying for tomorrows race.
The first female F1 driver.
Ever since you were a little girl you had the need for speed. You created your own go-carts out of spare bits and bobs your father had from his garage. You raced the other neighbour’s kids down the street to see who would win and be crowned the coolest kid around. The way the wind flew through your hair, the feeling of it rushing past your face, seeing everything move slowly and fastly at once, it was intoxicating for you. When you first found out about Formula 1, it was still in its early days and people often would take the mick out of it, your parents included but you badgered them constantly to take you to a race, and finally, after years of begging they gave in and took you to see it seeing how your heart was set upon it.
After watching the race you had instantly turned around to them and told them that was what you wanted to do. You wanted to be an F1 racer. They tried to persuade you to seek a different job, a respectable one for a lady such as a secretary. They even suggested that you could be a secretary for an F1 team, but that wasn’t what you wanted and you would never feel that satisfaction in life if you weren’t within that seat, if you hand wasn’t on that wheel, if you weren’t crossing that finishing line.
It had been a rough start. No one wanted to hier you as they thought you would be nowhere near as successful as a man could be. Time and time again you were trying to apply for test outs and met with rejections at every corner to the point where you even considered just throwing your hat in. Would you be spending your whole life just trying to get in but being denied all the time just because you were born a woman. But when you were at your lowest you were met with a shining light. One team wanted to try you out. They made no promises but they were willing to give you a try, and that was all it took.
Once you were out on the tracks you could show off your skill, your ability to make quick decisions, how you were able to work the car to how you wanted it and no one could deny after that, you were a dam fine driver. You were taken on and started racing in small F3 races, in the hopes that a bigger company might spot you and choose to get you into F1, and after a few years of waiting, it happened. You were signed on.
A lot of other people from F3 were in an uproar about it, claiming you did all sorts of things to get in, claiming it was only for diversity but at this point, you didn’t care. Everything you had ever wanted was coming true. Your whole dream was becoming a reality and now there was only one last step for you. To win the championship.
You had been signed on to the F1 team, ‘Tyrrell-Ford’ and previously a week ago you had met your new teammate, Patrick Depailler. You had been worried about how his reaction might have been to you, fearing the man might have felt offended merely by your presence but he had been exceedingly nice to you and quickly your fears disappeared into excitement for getting to work with him.
You could see him now, coming out of your shared garage, holding up his hand in greeting and smiling politely at you. He wore a blue boiler suit, similar to yours, he had a white turtle neck under which just about poked out of his suit. His hair was cut short and stuck to his head in sweat from the warmth of the day but still, you could see the slight curls within the hair. He had a more prominent jawline than some men but his most distinctive feature upon his face was his large nose. You strolled over meeting him halfway and his grin grew as he placed a firm hand upon your shoulder, shaking you slightly.
“You’re first time on the grounds here in Brazill huh? How you feel?” he asked, his french accent heavily accentuated as his hand, tightly grasping your shoulder makes you walk beside him as he leads you to the main area.
“Amazing, I feel so excited being able to be here and I just can’t wait to get in the car and get out on the course!” you eagerly told him, bouncing on your heels, making him chuckle.
“I still feel the same way after all these years. I haven’t been able to stand still yet. But all in due time. I think it’s time you meet the rest of the racers”
Your fist naturally clenches as sudden nerves light up within you, but you swallow trying to push them down. You were used to meeting new people and you had every right as they had to be there. There is nothing to worry about.
“How do you think, they will… you know”
His face turns to yours again and offers a sympathetic smile, knowing the struggles you’ve likely gone through already to be there. “Most of them? Won’t give two shits. All they will care about is if you can drive well. They are men though, especially one of them I’d advise keeping an eye on. He’s gained quite the reputation around other women” he begins to explain but cuts himself off as he chuckles. “There is, of course, the rat, but he’s an asshole to everyone so you need not worry about him”
“I assume the first one you are talking about is James Hunt, and the rat would be Niki Lauda,” you say, thinking back to all the research you had been doing on the racers who you would be joining on the tracks.
“Ah so you’ve done you’re research, smart girl. Yes, you’d be right, but the news doesn’t truly show you what it’s like to know these men. They’re likely not what you expect”
He then pauses again and huffs in a burst of slight laughter, “Or maybe they are exactly what you expect”
You both turn a corner and instantly you felt eyes gaze upon you as you reach the section where all the drivers were preparing to start the qualifying. Patrick still kept a firm hand upon your shoulder as he guided you around, introducing you to all the other racers. Some of them like Patrick were nice and wished you well for tomorrow, some of them were standoffish, hardly saying any words to you as they looked at you in distain, and then Patrick leads you over to the man who currently had his legs spread out on his seat and was flashing you one of his well-known grins as his shaggy blonde hair falls down over his face. His jawline was incredible and made you feel like you could cut yourself on how sharp it was. He was seen as Britain’s heartthrob and everywhere he went he had women drooling over him, and looking at him in person for the first time you could understand why.
“James Hunt, he needs no introduction,” Patrick says, motioning his hand to James and instantly he was off his seat and extending his hand for you to shake.
“I’ve always said we need more girls around and in the cars, I’m glad they are starting to listen,” he says shaking your hand firmly.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you” you reply back, still almost in a daze, you were standing before the James Hunt.
“The pleasure is all mine love. I’m looking forward to getting to know you on the track” and then he pauses, and winks at you, “And off the track. I assume you’ll be attending all the parties. They are the best aren’t they Patrick”
“They are known to become quite a ruckus”
“But that’s all the fun! You’ll love them, you look like the kind of girl that would enjoy a party like that, uh?”
You almost mentally slapped yourself in realising you hadn’t even told him your own name yet, “Y/n, y/n, l/n”
“And that, is a beautiful name, like one of those greek goddesses”
You scoff though your lips twitch up into a smile. You cross your arms as you slowly start to grow used to what James is like, “And how many times do you repeat that to all the women you try to woe?”
James’s eyebrows furrow and he puts on a fake frown at your words, “I have you know, I have never said that to another woman before”
“Do you even know the names of the Greek goddesses?” Partick asks and James was quick to reply with “That is beside the point”
It causes the three of you to laugh though. Like you had seen in all the newspapers James was a flirt, a playboy, but he seemed like someone you could get along with, share a few jokes with and that you were looking forward to.
“You’d think with the amount of laugher here this wasn’t a place where people risk their lives and die”
James tilts his head back and lets out a groan of fake annoyance as he then turns around and you can see the man standing behind James, hand on hip looking extremely pissed off. His hair was a lot curlier than Patrick, and a lot thicker. It was chestnut brown with complimented his hazelnut eyes. His hair was all messy though, scattered across his forehead, the roots starting to become soken with sweat. While he didn’t have the cutting jawline that James possessed which drew women wild, his cheeks bones were more pronounced likely due to the most distinctive feature which was his overbite. His lips covered most of it but still, you could see his two front teeth slightly, which had earned him the nickname, the rat.
“Well, well if it isn’t the rat” James states, sucking his lip onto his top teeth to imitate Niki’s overbite in an attempt to make you laugh.
“Do I have to tell you every time, I don’t mind being called a rat. Rats are smart-”
It seemed as if Niki was going to continue talking but James cut him off again, leaving Niki to suck his cheeks in, in annoyance.
“Why are you here Niki, can’t you bugger off somewhere else”
“I came to see what was causing a buzz in everyone. I don’t understand the excitement”
James steps aside so Niki could see you clearly and Patrick finally takes his hand off your shoulder to introduce you to him.
“Niki, this is y/n, she’s Tyrell-Ford’s new racer”
Niki scoffs, his eyes looking you up and down in distain. “Everyone knows Tyrell is crap”
Patrick’s kind smile falters, a usual grimace that usually appears when talking to Niki arrives on his face instead. “Yes thank you for your opinion, Niki, we all really needed to hear it”
“You’re welcome. Still, I don’t see what all the fuss is. When other drivers join you couldn’t give two craps James, only when you have the chance of getting your dick wet are you suddenly alert”
James’ fists clenched as his face reddens and he takes a stride towards Niki, ready to go for a blow till Patrick steps between them trying to calm down the situation. “He’s only trying to aggravate you to throw you off your game before qualifying James”
“He’s a cunt, and needs a punch right in that ugly face of his” James seethes, taking one last glance between you, Patrick and Niki then storming off to try and cool down. You on the other hand were glaring daggers into Niki, also angered by his rude remarks about you. Niki feels your gaze and his face turns to you again, matching your heated eyes with his ice-cold ones and he refused to break eye contact first.
“When they say you are an asshole, they really mean it huh” you finally spit out.
“I only say what is true, if that makes me an asshole then so be it.”
“I trust that means you don’t have many friends”
Niki tilts his head as he continues to observe you, “Why would I need friends? I’m happy as I am”
You could feel your irritation for him grow stronger and you open your mouth to continue arguing with Niki when another driver jogs up to him, placing his hand upon his shoulder, “Niki, the boss wants to talk to you”
Niki frowned, in confusion and annoyance but shoved his hands in his pockets, mumbling under his breath about how he had seen the boss only half an hour ago. He took a few steps away before pausing and throwing you another look over his shoulder, his lips still cast in a frown “Good luck for tomorrow. You will need it”
You sucked on your bottom lip, trying to not shout back at him and give him the satisfaction of an answer. When he was a safe distance however you muttered under your breath “What a dick”
“I’m sorry about that y/n, but he’s like that with everyone, it’s best to ignore it,” Patrick tells you, shooting you an apologetic glance before turning to the other man. “What did the boss want with Niki?”
“Oh nothing, I just said that so he would go away”
The man cracked a smile and held his hand out to you for you to shake, “I’m Clay Regazzoni, Niki’s teammate”
The swiss man had tanned skin, a bushy moustache and long dark hair but his features were kind and certainly appeared a lot friendlier than his teammate.
“Niki’s teammate? I don’t know how you cope with that” you say shaking his hand back.
He grins at your statement, clicking his mouth as if thinking, “Alcohol, a lot of alcohol”
And with the removal of Niki’s presence, the laughter was brought back to the atmosphere.
“But really, Niki, he says what’s on his mind, and usually all shit and not worth listening to, but he’s an okay guy when you get to know him, you just have to put up with his bad days” Clay finally says as the three of you are able to control your laughter again.
“Which are most days” Patrick finishes.
Clay took a glance over to the direction where Niki had gone five minutes ago and with a nod of his head bit the two of your farewell, claiming he should leave before Niki gets back demanding to know why he had lied to him. Now you had met all the drivers, Patrick leads you back over to your shared garage, and with an excited smile, he lifted up the gate for you to be able to take a look at your new car. It was dark blue with your number and name pressed onto the side surrounded by a few sponsorship brands. Your heart nearly skipped a beat as your eyes widened in excitement.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
You smile, your eyes never leaving the car, “I was born ready”
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Why would the mercs reaction be when accidentally seeing pyro's face and would pyro get annoyed or would they quickly hide there face with there gloves
!!! Love this a whole lot
I think that Pyro would not like showing their face to people, and be shocked for a moment before going to cover their face with their arms. The mercs all end up seeing their face on accident by barging into their room without knocking, or knocking but being too impatient to wait.
Soldier- Soldier barges into Pyros room in the early morning because he does this to everyone and usually Pyro is suited up and ready (or woken up by engie) but not today. I think soldier would be shocked, maybe let out a quick “oops!” for a second before covering his already covered eyes with a hand, turning around, and marching away with a quick “SORRY PRIVATE”. Either that OR HE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE THEM AS PYRO AT ALL AND TRIES TO FUCKIN FIGHT PYRO. “BE CAREFUL MEN. THERE’S A HIPPIE WEARING PYROS CLOTHES” yadda yadda something like that. He might send Pyro through respawn and recieve the cold shoulder for a week. If Soldier is struggling or dying in battle Pyro will simply stand and watch.
Scout- Scout barges in without knocking to tell Pyro something (OR talk about comics with them. He doesn’t really know if Pyro cares but it always looks like he’s listening so.) Usually he knocks but this time it was urgent!(Or he was really excited about the comic) Scout would probably freeze in shock before realizing and going “aw shit! sorry bout that mumbles-”, cover his eyes and speed walk away after closing the door on his way out. He tells Pyro he didn’t have time to register what his face looked like and already forgot but he’s got it engrained in his mind whether he’d like to or not.
Demo- Knocks sometimes but not always, it’s a conscious decision so it depends on if he’s thinkin about it or not. He’s surprised with a small “aye- oh! sorry lad.” and close his eyes and turn around, n then close the door behind him. He genuinely didn’t have time to register what Pyro looks like and doesn’t see it as much of a big deal cause he doesn’t remember what he saw.
Sniper- Sniper’s usually in his van so he kinda forgets to knock when going to peoples rooms to tell them stuff. He kinda just stands there, in shock for a moment before Pyro covers their face with their arms. “Oh. Sorry mate.” He tips his hat over his eyes and heads out. He feels a little bad about it but doesn’t know how to approach Pyro to reassure them that he didn’t see so he just worries about it while acting like nothing ever happened but forgets about it soon after.
Spy- Spy usually knocks before going in rooms but if it’s urgent he doesn’t really wait for a “come in” or just barges in. He pauses in “shock” for a moment, says calmly “ah, my apologies.” and covers his eyes before leaving and closing the door behind him. Waiting for when it is okay to enter. He’s seen Pyros face before when snooping around other people’s business. So he’s calm about it and doesn’t really care.
Medic- Medic barges in talking about medical stuff about Pyro he’s figured out, he doesn’t care if Pyro’s not listening. He’s seen Pyros face before and doesn’t really think anything of it and keeps talking. He’s not really making eyecontact or looking at Pyro either when he talks. Once he realizes Pyro is uncomfortable and covering their face he take a quick moment to apologize and tells them that he’ll cover his eyes so Pyro can put their mask on. And he does, once Pyro’s mask is on he uncovers his eyes and continues talking.
Heavy- He knocks usually, but sometime he forgets. He probably pauses for a moment as Pyro goes to cover their face. Give a small apology like “Oh. Sorry little Pyro.” and quietly close the door. He feels a little bad after and apologizes again later reassuring Pyro that “Heavy did not have time to see little Pyros face, do not worry.”
Engie- Engineer has seen Pyros face before, but for Pyros comfort he always makes sure to knock and wait a second before coming in. This time it must’ve been a little urgent or Engie’s tired and out of it. He’d probably realize really quick and step out and wait. Pyro’d instinctively cover their face with their arms but put them down after they realize that it’s just Engie. They used to be roomates and they trust Engie so they’re fine with him seeing their face. :) Unless they let him know they’re fine with him seeing their face at the time, he’ll patiently wait for em to put something on to cover up. But they’re usually okay with it so he’s the one merc that hangs out with Pyro without their mask on.
bonus miss pauling!- Miss Pauling knows what Pyros face looks like. She enters their room with or without knocking and looks away out of respect but still tries to hand Pyro what she needs them to sign and then takes it right back after they do and leaves. She doesn’t have time to think or care about it because she has so other things to do.
#sorry these always take a while.#i have a slow loading brain even with the hyperfixation💔#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 mercs#tf2 headcanons#team fortress 2 headcanons#tf2 soldier#tf2 scout#tf2 demo#tf2 demoman#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#tf2 engie#tf2 engineer#tf2 miss pauling#tf2 pauling#and even after seeing pyros face the mercs still can’t tell whether they’re a boy or a girl. it doesn’t matter anyways#hey ! if you notice an edit on this post it’s because i’m bad at english and was editing it !#english is my first language and im still bad at it
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Black Clover ch353
Apparently the legendary dragon had the land perpetually covered in yoryoku, so the inhabitants never actually saw the real sky before. I guess it wasn’t really noticeable to us in manga either, but I’m sure if and whenever this moment gets animated the new sky will be beautiful to witness. (kinda reminds me of Juvia seeing the sky for the first time without her rain).
Y’all are just gonna sit back and wait in hopes the Bulls will appear? I mean I don’t doubt them; they’re sure to find someway over here with some crazy method, but then they’ll all have to travel back to Clover anyway. Just seems like more work to me? Can’t we have Asta wash up on the shores like Yami did back in the day? Pfftt, but yeah sure, our boy needs a break anyway. He can worry about judgement day later..
For now, we celebrate! Everyone seems so happy and lively which is good! They deserve to let loose and have some fun. I find it kinda hilarious they’re all gonna feast on the dragon. Sure it was all just laying there dead now and the thing was huge, so all that meat can last them like..several years. Thankfully Lily is getting some proper rest too, but still won’t wake until Lucius is defeated.
We see Ichika ask again about who really killed off the Yami clan, but Ryu’s silence is a loud enough answer to that. And I dunno why but I think Fuji is probably my favorite out of the seven. He just seems so chill playing his biwa and I love it.
I know I should be focusing more on the fact that Ichika apologizes to Asta about speaking ill of Yami, but I simply can’t ignore the fact our boy is actually drinking! Oh Vanessa would be so very proud of him. I desperately want to see the two of them celebrate together now.
The whole Charmy resemblance towards this Ocha-ami doll has me confuzzled, like I thought it looking like our famous big eater was just for shits and giggles. I wasn’t expecting it to have some sort of backstory?? Has Charmy actually been to Land of the Sun once before? Could she get the rest of the Bulls there now since they’re trying to find Asta? Or is this all a bunch of nonsense and the real Ocha-ami is someone completely different? Maybe a real distant relative on Charmy’s dwarf side, or whatever side of her has the food magic? Charmy is such a big mystery, I dunno, it’s all rather silly to think about but still funny to me.
Not gonna lie but Jozo looks kinda nice without his mask? I assume he wears it to hide all those scars and to better fit the mysterious ninja persona we’ve seen from him already, but I like it. He kinda reminds me of Gabimaru from Hell’s Paradise, which is weird how I even thought of him considering I’ve only seen him from trailer previews? But oh my god, please let Yosuga and Mereoleona meet up! Imagine the fight they would get into! (she’d probably wipe the floor with him).
Soon after Daizaemon suggests Asta take a dip in the hot spring and seeing our boy all bare was certainly not on my list of things I’d wanted to see. Though I did get the reminder of the giant scar across his chest he received at the start of this arc. Poor lad needs to stop getting hurt so much. And as per hot spring tradition, ya can’t visit one without some kind of fanservice happening, so Asta unexpectedly runs into Ichika (due to Daizaemon’s forgetfulness). Thankfully Ichika’s embarrassment and Asta’s quick getaway spars him of any harm. For now.
Asta wastes no time to apologize the next morning like the good boy he his and we’re back at it again with some more upcoming training. With the way the chapter ends, it reminds me of how the six month training in Heart was handled, so hopefully we time skip right to judgement day, or at least back to Clover and the other Bulls to see what they’ve been up to the past couple days.
But ah, how great this was. Finally a chapter that gave me stuff to ramble on about for more than a couple sentences! The fight was nice and all but I very much enjoyed seeing the seven and Asta all chill out for once.
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FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!
Rex and Quetzalcoatl had a pair of twins that they cared for very much. A girl named Maria, and a boy named Eduardo.
The twins were born on the 25th of September, and that date had arrived so it was time to celebrate their birthday!
In the morning, Mari was peacefully asleep.
Mari: *SNOOOOOOORE!*
Quetz, softly: mijaaaaaaa....
Mari: mmm....!
Quetz: mijaaaaaaa.....!
Mari, sleepily: mama..... I wanna..... sneeeeep......!
Quetz: but mija, it's your birthday today....!
Mari: hmmm.....
Quetz: did you hear me, mija?
Mari: *grumble* ok..... *sigh* I'm getting up already.
Mari got up, still very tired.
Mari: Da hell's my glasses?
Quetz handed her her glasses.
Mari: gracias....
Quetz: you should probably hurry, everyone else is already getting ready.
Mari: who the hell is everyone else?
Quetz: just the rest of the family.
Mari: hmmmm.... okay...... was worried I'd have to deal with a party.....
Quetz: don't worry, we know you don't enjoy those. It'll be just the family.
Mari: good....
After some time getting ready, Maria went out into the living room.
Mari, while yawning: ok.... how long will it take to get there again?
Rex: uh... not too long, maybe an hour or so on the serpent.
Ed: still crazy how fast he can be.
Quetz: well of course my familiar would be fast! It'd be a bit disappointing otherwise.
After a bit of time getting ready, the family went outside to see Quetz's pterosaur outside ready to go!
Quetz: ok everyone! Get on!
The family got onto the large flying reptile.
Rex: ok then. Now just a simple invisibility spell so we're not spotted on our way there.
Ed: radar won't work either right?
Rex: right, I've got everything covered, Mijo.
After that, the beast took off!
After some time in the air, their destination was in sight: Mexico City!
Ed: wow!
Mari: such a massive city.
Quetz: ah, it's been too long since we've been here.
Finally the pterosaur landed and they got off to go out into the city!
Rex: man, this place brings back memories!
Ed: so, where to first anyways?
Quetz: it's up to you guys
Mari: breakfast!
Rex: ok yeah, should probably eat first
*stomachs were growling*
The family went to a nice restaurant for their breakfast.
Quetz: mija, those are a lot of pancakes...
Mari: si, and?
Rex: your mother is just a bit concerned for you is all.
Mari: hmmm, sounds unnecessary.
Rex: also Ed, is that enough bacon?
Ed: hmmm.... maybe.
After breakfast, there were still many things that could be done.
First thing, was visiting the old site of Teotihuacan.
Quetz: *sigh* it's been a very long time.....
Mari: looks kinda.... decrepit.
Rex: kinda par for the course with old ruins and shit.
Ed: ....is there a ball court?
Quetz: si, but I doubt we're allowed to play these days.
Ed: awww....
Next stop, was the Aquarium.
Mari: Shork
Ed: Shork
Rex: ya real fascinated by those sharks huh?
Quetz: don't ya wanna see the penguins?
Ed: Penguins?!?!
Rex: also piranhas.
Mari: PIRANHAS?!?!?!
Next was the Zoo
Rex: mi corazon, it's just a random Jaguar. There's no need to cause a scene.
Quetz: I CAN SEE MY STUPID BROTHER TAUNTING ME THROUGH IT'S EYES!!!!
Mari: Mamá, not every Jaguar is Tio Tez.
Ed: we're gonna get kicked out if you don't stop.....
Rex: really hope there aren't any spiders too.
Another fun site, was the museum.
Ed: so..... this is Piedra del Sol?
Quetz: si
Mari: but... so is your noble phantasm?
Quetz: si
Ed: ....how does that work?
Rex: don't ask too many questions about this kinda stuff. You'll get it eventually.
Finally, it was getting a bit late. So it was time to return home.
Mari: we getting the presents now?!?!?
Rex: si, si. You relax will ya?
Ed: you already know she can be a bit greedy.
Quetz: it's better that you try to relax that, Mija.
When they finally got home, a Large assortment of presents were waiting for them.
Mari: Hell yeah!
Ed: hmmmmmm......
Mari: let's see.... which one first....
Mari first grabbed one with.... very unique wrapping, eyes and other odd things decorated the paper.
When she unwrapped it, what was inside was a plush wolf
Mari: AAAWWW!!!
Ed, opening a similar box, got a plush Narwhal.
Ed: oooooh!
And the horn started to glow
Ed: huh
Rex: ....that's a sword
Quetz: it's definitely a sword
Mari: also, my plush smells poisonous.
Rex: well.... that's par for the course for your Tia Quinny.
Next were.... slot machines?
Ed: so we just... pull them?
Quetz: I guess so?
The twins pull the levers of the slot machines.
The machines spun their slots for a time, until finally stopping on 3 symbols that looked like present boxes. Then out of the machines, popped out tickets for both kids.
Mari: oh
Ed: huh
From Mari's popped out VIP tickets to a Music Festival.
Mari: POG
And from Ed's popped out, a soccer season pass.
Ed: oh word?!
And finally, matching tickets for the two, for "5 hours of use of the Mooncell" from BB
Mari: ......
Ed: .......
Quetz: well that sure is.... interesting.
After that, was another box. Wrapped in blue wrapping paper. The two unwrapped it, and inside were two gecko eggs. Along with incubators and everything necessary to raise lizards. With a lil tag saying "from Calamity" (Chalchiuhtlicue)
Mari: LIZARD
Ed: they're cute!
Next were two VERY big gifts wrapped in bone patterned wrapping.
Mari: gimme!
After Mari unwrapped the gift, what she found was a VERY large obsidian Hammer.
Mari: ah hell yeah!
SLAM
Ed: damn.... ok.
For Ed, was a large Obsidian Club.
Ed: oh fuck, ok.
Rex: there a reason Xolotl decided to give such gifts?
Quetz: good question.....
Then a very deep and loud *CROAK* was heard
Ed: FROGE
Then hopping out, was a very VERY large bullfrog. About a foot and a half in length!
Ed: OH HE'S A LARGE LAD!
Mari: damn.
Rex: mija, look behind that tree.
Mari: hmm?
When Mari looked, she saw a Huge car! Modeled after the Batmobile!
(Tho, with bat theming replaced with skulls)
Mari: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
After latching onto the car, Mari was very happy.
Mari: finally.......! I can drive!
Quetz: can we trust her with that?
Rex: we'll play it by ear.
And in a small package near the center of the pile. Was a first aid kit, with a note.
"Happy birthday you two, hope you enjoy the car and frog. And don't forget to stay safe with the first aid kit love, Florence, Julius and Eva."
Mari: awwww.....
Ed: so sweeet....
There were many other presents from friends and family alike, more toys, clothes, even laptops too.
Then it was finally time for Rex and Quetz's presents for the kids.
Boom
Mari: the hell?
Then, out of the trees of the nearby jungle, came a large animal. A dinosaur known as Giganotosaurus.
Mari: oh...!
The creature stomped up to the family, until it stopped in front of Mari.
Mari: holy crap.....
Rex: now you have your own divine familiar too, Mija!
Mari: oh shit!
Quetz: si, wasn't sure why you didn't get one the same time as Ed's Pliosaur, but now we got you one!
Mari: finally!
Quetz: and for Mijo, it may not be as big. But since you already got your Pliosaur. We got you this instead.
In Quetz's hands, was what looked to be an electric eel. Tho it glittered with green sparkles, not unlike that of jade.
Ed: whoa, he's an odd lil guy.
Rex: he's very special too. He's not just any electric eel. But a divine construct at that!
Quetz: si, his name is Onotlachin. The storm fish.
Ed: hot damn!
Ed held the lil guy in his hands, and felt the energy within the fish. It also seemed perfectly fine without water.
Ed: he's amazing, gracias!
Mari: si! Gracias for this!
Rex: no problem you two!
Quetz: si, anything for mis hijos!
A/N: and there's the birthday story. Sorry it came out a bit late. Things happened irl. Hopefully everyone likes it! And the festivities can still continue on throughout the weekend and even longer if anyone wants to celebrate with us.
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Impulse: Remedy (Javier Peña x Reader)
Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Rookie has really terrible coping mechanisms. Drug use, alcohol, swearing, derogatory language, smoking, mentions of murder(?)
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Sorry for the delay lads, for some reason this chapter did not want to be written! As always don’t sleep with your boss and don’t do drugs unless their prescription :P
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You were exhausted. You hadn’t slept for more than an hour after leaving Javier’s apartment. Not for lack of trying, you thought your previous activities would have worn you out. But no. You were too scared to sleep, not wanting to deal with any nightmares that might occur so you sat on your dusty old couch, drank a vat of coffee and waited until the rest of the city woke up.
You cursed under your breath when you saw Steve’s truck had already gone by the time you got downstairs. It was Connie’s volunteering day at the hospital, he always took her early. You had to go with Javi. You sat on the wall outside the apartment, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Javier to come outside. You had no idea what you were supposed to say to him, how were you supposed to act. You couldn’t really pretend like nothing had happened, sleeping with him like that was not something you could brush under the rug. But you didn’t want to talk to him about it, that would make it real. A real action with real consequences. If anyone found out that would be the end of your time here, and quite possibly the end of your time in the DEA entirely.
Eventually Javier came outside, spotted you on the wall and waved. You got up, chucked the packet of cigarettes in your hand to him before you stubbed out your own and got into the truck.
“So, do you want to talk about last night?” He asked as he lit a new cigarette.
“Not particularly. There isn’t really much to say is there?”
“Not really,” He shrugged, “You’re not in love with me now, right?”
“In your fucking dreams Peña. You weren’t that good,” You laughed at his audacity. You were lying, he was very good at it. But you weren’t in love with him. No, you couldn’t allow yourself even if you were.
“You bitch,” He tried to be serious but your laugh was contagious.
Javi immediately felt relieved, he’d spent all night worrying about you. He really didn’t want the sex to ruin everything you had going as a team. He was a little scared he had scared you off entirely but now you were laughing in his passenger seat as if nothing had ever happened all his worries were laid to rest.
“It happened and that’s it. We don’t need to make it a thing,” You said.
“Agreed,”
“Awesome, let’s go to work then,”
And just like that, it was like nothing had ever happened. Back to piles of paperwork, chasing up lazy cops for their reports and trying desperately to avoid Carrillo. It was going to take time to get over what you had seen him do. You didn’t want to see him, let alone be left alone with him. You’d pushed all responsibility for anything related to him onto Javier, who in return passed you more of his paperwork. It was a fair trade off.
At your desk, hummin away to yourself you could almost convince yourself you were fine. Thanks to the never ending cup of coffee and the sugar doughnuts you found for lunch, your energy levels were back up high. All reminders of the night before were out of sight and you were so consumed in work you didn’t notice as the day came to a close.
“Good night last night?” Steve asked across the desk.
“Huh?” You looked up from your work. Steve motioned to his neck, and you immediately cringed. You had forgotten about the hickey. “Oh, um yeah I guess,” You pulled your jacket back on, despite the heat, as the collar would cover the mark again.
“I thought you and Peña were out in the jungle for that lead. You would have got back super late,” Steve said.
“Everyone’s got their vices, Murphy,” Javier reappeared, jumping to your aid. Steve looked suspiciously between you and Javi.
“Guess you two are becoming more similar by the day,” He chuckled to himself, shaking any ideas from his mind.
“Guess so,” You agreed. You and Javi shared a glance while Steve looked away, both of you well aware of the shit storm that would kick up if Steve found out. He loved you and Javi a lot, but there is no way he would just skip over such an event. You flashed a smile, silently thanking Javi for stepping in for you, before he went back to work again.
To avoid any further questioning, you kept your jacket on for the remainder of the day, rather enduring the heat and cursing Javier for leaving a mark, than having anymore prying questions from Steve. When you finally gave up struggling with your mountain of paperwork, Steve offered you a ride home which you took gladly.
“You and Javi slept together last night, huh?” Steve asked as you rolled out of the embassy. Startled, you immediately went on the defense and laughed.
“Wh-what no!” You spluttered.
“I’m not an idiot, Rookie,” Steve raised an eyebrow at you. You didn’t know what to say, so shook your head and shrugged, “So Javi was talking out of his ass earlier?” He said. Your stomach immediately dropped.
“Who’s he been talking to?” All laughter was gone from your voice. If Javi had said something that was it. Why on earth would he say anything?
“So something did happen?” Steve exclaimed, happy that his hunch was right.
“Steve,” You sighed heavily. Relieved for only a moment before more dread piled on.
“I can’t believe you two,” He said shaking his head, “I mean I was kind of expecting it with Javi’s reputation but I thought you had some standards at least,”
“You weren’t there, you don’t get it. It wasn’t anything meaningful just- things happen sometimes,” You sighed, “Did he actually say anything to you?”
“No,” He spoke more sympathetically now, “but I figured something was up, you’ve been acting weird all morning,”
“That’s more to do with the lack of sleep,” You explained, “Yesterday got a bit… dark. I don’t think I slept at all,”
“Carrillo?” Steve asked. You nodded solemnly, “You’ll get used to it,”
You didn’t get used to it. That night haunted you. You couldn’t sleep, every time you shut your eyes the tortured man's face stared back at you. You were practically intolerable come the end of the week. You’d fallen asleep at your desk on multiple occasions, snapped at everyone in the office, and drank enough coffee to fill an Olympic swimming pool. You made a secretary cry by snapping at her over some missing evidence and, had broken the phone on your desk.
As bad as your week had ended up being you still had to go out at the end of it. Instead of curling up with a movie and takeout you had to attend María’s family’s party. You didn’t know why you were invited but you definitely couldn’t back out of it. You’d hoped by now you would have cheered up, that you would be excited to let loose but you were miserable.
The party itself was gorgeous. Set out in the countryside, an hour from Medellin, the hills made for a beautiful backdrop. The Parreño’s summer house was exactly as you had expected, lavish and decadent. Courtyards filled with marble statues and paintings by various famous artists covered the walls. Lights were strung up around the garden between the pool house and a gazebo creating a colourful glow out onto the golden sky.
The air was full of conversation and music. Even though you were surrounded by people who would kill you if they found out who you really were, somehow with a drink in your hand you felt a little more relaxed. María had leant you a dress, a simple little black number, and fixed your makeup in the car ride here while excitedly telling you about her cousin from Argentina she was going to set you up with. You were at the very least, on the way to being happy.
María dragged you around introducing you to so many people you couldn’t remember their names. You gave up trying after ten different people María introduced as her auntie. You smiled and politely complimented their outfit or their hair and moved on. That was until you finally recognised someone. Senator Parreño, a regular face in your life. You prayed he wouldn’t recognise you, you had only met him once, sitting in the back of the ambassador's office while they spoke about something. Like most people, he ignored you that day and hopefully he wouldn’t have a clue now.
“Dad this is my friend, Isabela,” María introduced you. You were taken back for a moment. You knew her family was rich, but a senator for a father made them powerful too. Far more influence and scandal with their new link to Escobar too.
“Nice to meet you,” You smiled and shook his hand. The senator looked puzzled.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked. Your heart skipped a beat.
“Oh stop it Dad I talk about her all the time, she’s been to our house a lot,”
“No, no it’s from somewhere else,” He squinted at you, looking you up and down. You could feel yourself sweating as you nervously took a big gulp of the cocktail in your hand.
“Isabela works at the American embassy papa, maybe you’ve just seen her there,” María said.
“I am a secretary,” You added quickly, “Usually running around the place, you probably saw me then,” You laughed nervously. Outwardly, you knew you looked normal but inside you were panicking massively.
“Ah I see,” He nodded, not entirely convinced. Luckily before he could interrogate you further or work out who you actually were, María linked arms with you and pulled your attention away.
“Come on, I just spotted Carlos. You will love him,”
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Three things you had learnt about Carlos. One, he could and should be in a magazine. He was stunningly handsome in a shirt with far too many buttons undone you were practically drooling over him. Two, he was smart. An engineer. A very upstanding career especially compared to the occupation of most of the people at the party. And three, he really liked cocaine. That part did let him down quite a bit.
Hidden away from the prying eyes of parents and older generations, María, Diego, Carlos and multiple others you did not remember the names of, sat around listening to Carlos rave about the new recipe his friend had told him about. You listened carefully, if your hangover didn’t delete this information in the morning it would be great. Could finally have something to show for your weeks with María.
Carlos pulled out a pack of the new cocaine and poured out a good pile. You watched them all take a line. Part of you was interested in seeing what it was like. It must be good if everyone was so addicted to the stuff. You handled some much of the powder on a daily basis but you’d never even tried it. Seemed almost ridiculous. Maybe it was what you needed to finally relax a little, the alcohol wasn’t hitting the spot. One line wouldn’t kill you.
“Want some?” María offered, wiping her nose of residue. You shook your head.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” You announced, standing up from your seat on the couch. You climbed over María out of the circle of people. You could use their distraction to your advantage now. Now María wasn’t holding on to you you could actually go and investigate. Now with two Narcos connected attendees at least and the revelation that Senator Parreño was María’s father, any information you could find giving a definite link would be huge.
“Don’t be a pussy Isabela!” Diego hollered.
“Oh leave her alone, she’s only going for a moment,” María shoved her boyfriend playfully, “She’ll do it later,”
“Pacing myself,” You agreed with a smile.
“Miss you already!” María called after you before dissolving into fits of giggles.
Inside, the house was quiet. Only a couple of people sat in the living room downstairs and they paid no attention to you as you walked inside.
You walked up a set of elegant marble stairs, deciding upstairs may be your best option so not to get caught. Two long corridors led off the stairs, with doors leading off each side. You were looking for an office, that would be the place any paperwork would be kept. You would need letters, or meeting schedules. Something to prove a link.
You turned left, and hit the jackpot with the first try. Senator Parreño’s home office.You pushed the door open slowly, checking nobody had followed you before going inside. The office was immaculate, just as grand as the rest of the house. A large portrait of Maria’s family hung over the back of the desk, all of their eyes watching you as you searched through the room.
The room was full of things. One wall taken up by a set of shelves full of books and photographs and different trinkets of different sides. A leather couch sat in the window overlooking the gardens.
You came to the desk last. The top was clear of anything bar a photo of his wife, a line of pens and a rolodex. You flicked through it, found nothing of interest.
You stood up to find something you could use to pick the locks when you heard heavy footsteps from outside the door. You stood still for a moment, hoping to hear the footsteps go in the opposite direction down the hall. They got closer.
Before you were caught red handed, you made your escape. Racing to the door, you hoped you would have enough time to slip out without being caught. Quietly as possible, you opened the door.
“Isabela,” María’s father’s voice came from behind you as you shut the door. You turned around quickly, smiling innocently.
“Hi Mr Parreño!” You exclaimed, “Do you know where the bathroom is? I can’t find it?”
“It’s not in there,” He looked at your hand on the door, which you quickly removed and stepped away from.
“You’re house is just huge. I can’t ever seem to remember where I am going here,” You laughed nervously, “I’ll try down the hall,” You turned around and began to walk away, your
“I’d learn to be more careful, Agent,” The senator said after you. Your heart stopped. Slowly, you turned back around to face him again, “I guess you are here for my daughter’s stupid boyfriend?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You said slowly, your mouth slow to catch up with your brain which was already working out the multiple ways to get out of the house safely.
“You can quit your act, I won’t say anything,” He laughed dryly.
“No act,” You shook your head, “I didn’t lie, I really don’t know what you are talking about. I am not here investigating Diego. María invited me”
“I remembered where I saw you. You were with those DEA agents,”
“I work with them sometimes, we’re friends,” You shrugged.
“You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?” He was on to you
“I’m sorry but I really do need the bathroom, if you could direct me there that would be great. I’ve had far too much to drink,”
“Down there, fourth on the right,”
“Thank you,” You walked away quickly, heart thumping against your ribcage at an alarming rate. He knew who you were! He knew exactly who you were!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You cursed under your breath.
You quickly spiralled, thinking off all the worst possible things that could happen now. Parreño would tell someone else who you were, maybe he would do something now. You were alone, neither Peña or Murphy knew where you were, out in the middle of nowhere it would be pretty simple to get rid of your body. You didn’t even find any evidence, you reasoned with yourself and he wouldn’t want any suspicion to his name. He probably wouldn’t kill you.
Taking another deep breath as you tried to calm your rattling heart. Your hands gripped the cold porcelain of the sink and slowly you relaxed again. You couldn’t go back out looking like you were scared, that would give you up entirely. You looked at your face in the mirror, at least outwardly you didn’t look too bad. Your makeup had shifted a little but you still looked ok. You were fine.
After another round of deep breaths and a pep talk to yourself, you stepped out of the bathroom and put a game face on.
“Isabela! You’re back!” María exclaimed as you returned to the group. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Your voice was not convincing as you watched the senator walk past. He looked at your briefly, a knowing glint in his eye as he clocked you. “Can I have some?” You nodded to the coke on the table as an impulsive and reckless idea came into your head. There was no way he could continue to think you were DEA if you did this. Either that or he would just think you were an idiot and not press you again.
“Finally you stop being a complete baby! Come here!” María cheered.
You stood up and stepped over to where María was knelt. You joined her on the floor, watching carefully as she lined the powder up with a card from the table. She presented it to you with a flourish, laughing again.
Surprisingly, you were not scared. The adrenaline of the close call was pacing through your veins. Your mind was so full of fear and anxiety, the idea of finally getting some relief was enticing.
You felt calm, no anxiety in your body holding you back anymore you took the drug from the table. You made a face of discomfort and spluttered a bit when it hit the back of your throat. The people around you laughed, but you didn’t feel embarrassed. It took a moment, but soon you felt the effects. All inhibition and anxiety left your body, you felt lighter and buzzing with energy.
“See, it’s good right?” Maria smiled. You nodded enthusiastically.
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You woke up the next morning, tired and hungover. You couldn’t remember much of the night, but turning over to see Carlos naked next to you gave you a good idea of what had happened. He drove you back to Medellin a few hours later, his sports car was a very nice change from the cars you usually drove in. He was a sweet guy and you talked the entire journey home.
“Will I see you again?” He asked as he pulled up a little way from your apartment. You pretended to think about it for a moment, before breaking into a smile and nodding. “Perfect,” He smiled. You got out of the car, the happy smile not leaving your face as you waved and walked away.
You watched his car pull away before turning in the direction of your apartment. You still had an identity to hide afterall, even if he was nice you couldn’t let him see where you actually lived. There was still a threat of Parreño exposing you, if Carlos knew where you lived too it was only a matter of time before everyone would be in danger too.
“So that’s where you were,” Javier called out to you across the street as you approached. He sat on the steps of the apartment building, enjoying the sunshine, smoking and drinking a beer. “Getting laid,”
“Not jealous are you, Javi?” You smirked.
“No! You’re an adult you can do what you want,” He said with a laugh. A jealous twinge in his chest caught him off guard but he couldn’t let you know that, “You look nice by the way, it’s a cute dress,”
“Thanks,” You blushed a little. He shuffled out the way to let you pass him and climb the stairs. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me,”
“Sure,” You shut the door behind you leaving Javi alone again. He sighed heavily, blowing out his smoke. He never got jealous, but you had done something to him. He initially put the feeling down the worry. He was concerned for you, going undercover was not something you should be doing at all and from the small amounts you had told him it could be more dangerous than you had first thought. But seeing you step out of that car, seeing you kiss the driver, he knew it was jealousy.
He wanted to have you close all the time, to protect you. You were perfectly capable of protecting yourself, and had shown that on many occasions but the idea of someone else holding you the way he had made him feel sick. That feeling in turn made him angry. He shouldn’t be feeling any type of way towards you, you were a team mate. He was your mentor.
He’d brought it all on himself, he shouldn’t have ever invited you in that night. He would have to suffer through the feeling until it went away, you could never know.
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