#did he make the pedal higher

[thatdarnmeowth]

HOW IS HE DRIVING?

#meowth #pokemon #team rocket #team rocket meowth #pokemon meowth #jessie james meowth #HOW #SOMEBODY EXPLAIN #PRESENT A HYPOTHESIS #screaming #did he make the pedal higher #and does he have a baby chair #because i know that he #wouldn't be able to #reach the window #L #i like how they're wearing seatbelts #everyone but meowth #also they recycle #pokeani

[deathmetalunicorn1]

The family getting a call from the school because Teen!reader defended themselves from a group of kids attacking them but their the ones getting in trouble for fighting back. Just pisses me off how that happens in real life and I know they wouldn’t stand for that with their kid.

I fully agree, it’s BS when someone gets suspended for trying to defend themselves when they’re being attacked by one if not numerous other people.

-Hades couldn’t believe that he was hearing, you, their little angel who was always so well behaved, unless Loki got a hold of you, but that was beside the point! Was in trouble at school for fighting!

-He had been the one to answer the call, finding your school on the other side, asking your guardians to come in, as you had gotten into a fight.

-When Hades told everyone, they were stunned, you knew how to fight, something the warriors of your family insisted on teaching you, wanting you to be safe, but you were a pacifist- you only fought if you absolutely had to!

-Hades, Adam, Odin, and Leonidas were the ones that went to the school to pick you up and to find out what had happened, as this was very unlike you.

-When they came in, they were escorted to a meeting room where they saw you on one side of the table and five boys, ones who were notorious bullies, and their families, who all looked pissed, but at you- not at their own kids.

-Leonidas could see they all looked roughed up, like they got their asses kicked and the principal, who was sitting at the front of the table, his back to a TV, stood, “Good- now that you’re here we can get started and I can show the footage.”

-Immediately the other parents started screaming at you, calling you a violent person as Adam came to your side, seeing your cheek was bandaged and you had a couple of scrapes and wounds on your arms and your knuckles were bloody like you fought hard.

-Odin wasn’t going to stand by and let that happen, his aura making the room shake, “Sit down!” and instantly the parents and students were cowering in their seats, looking terrified as the principal spoke, turning to the TV, “Please observe.”

-All eyes went to the TV, showing the surveillance footage of the hallway where the fight occurred, the five boys had approached you, demanding you do their homework as you had way higher grades then they did, and you refused. Your tone was even, and you did nothing to antagonize them.

-One mother gasped as she watched her son grab your head, gripping your hair and slammed you into the lockers, “What was that bitch?! I didn’t hear you?!” which explained the wound on your cheek, before the other four started punching at you, quickly sending you to the ground, overwhelming you five on one.

-Your foot then shot out, catching one of them in the stomach before you quickly rolled and delivered a brutal punch across the face of another, defending yourself.

-Within moments your bullies were all on the ground and you grabbed your stuff as security arrived to escort all six of you to the nurse’s office and then to the meeting room.

-Hades’ eyes were narrowed, “So you wanted us here to press charges, right?” he was looking at the principal who balked, surprised as the parents were quickly trying to plead with your family to not do that and yelling at their sons that they didn’t raise bullies.

-Your principal tried to remain strong, to do his job, “No- I’m here so I can tell you that just like these five, Y/N is suspended as well.”

-The mood quickly shifted, four pairs of angry eyes shifted towards him as Odin spoke again, his voice low and terrifying, “What do you mean Y/N is suspended as well? You suspend those who fight back when they are being attacked, five on one? Are you saying that Y/N should had just taken the beating, got serious injured at your school, then go to the hospital?”

-The principal quickly back-pedaled, sensing the danger, as were the parents and the bullies, they hadn’t anticipated your family being so intimidating, “No-no I didn’t mean that- we have a no-tolerance policy on fighting, even if it’s self-defense. Y/N fought back, so I must suspend them as well.”

-Hades spoke this time, looking just as furious, “So if someone is being attacked, like how these five attacked Y/N, they’ll get suspended if they try to defend themselves?” he wanted the principal to say that, to say that you were just supposed to take getting attacked and not fight back.

-The principal knew he was now in between a rock and a hard place before Adam, who had been silent the whole meeting, “I think we need to take this to the school board. This isn’t right.” The principal looked panicked, but surprised your guardians by showing throat, agreeing, as he fully believed that while violence is bad, sometimes, to defend themselves, fighting should be allowed.

-Leonidas then cracked his knuckles, looking at your bullies who looked terrified, “Now then, you’re all getting suspended, but I think you all need a harder lesson to not pick on others.” He looked at the parents who looked scared, not wanting any charges to be pressed, but they didn’t want this terrifying looking man to hurt them either.

-In the end, you didn’t get suspended, and the rule was changed, that if only in self-defense in a situation like what happened to you, those who would defend themselves wouldn’t get suspended.

-Your bullies had a rough two-week suspension, besides having to do their schoolwork, they had to come to Spartan boot camp under Leonidas, being pushed through hellish like training, learning what it felt like to be the one bullied.

-You were surprised when they approached you once they came back, wanting to continue with the boot camp, as they felt like they were thriving under a militaristic authority, something that shocked their parents which also gave them a wake-up call, showing that they were letting their kids getting away with too much.

-Leonidas laughed loudly when you told him about their request, and Leonidas liked the idea of helping problem kids like this, getting them back on track, but he also had no trouble in scaring other kids who tried to chest up, believing they were the top dog.

-It was a painful lesson for your former bullies, and many of your classmates were in awe of your combat skills, but seeing who your family was, it made sense, and many knew not to bully you, as you could handle yourself if needed.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror adam #ror hades #ror leonidas #ror odin

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 769: Danchiku's “escape”

Pag 1

1: Sohoku's number 5 jumped ahead! And he kept attacking!!

2: Number 4, Kaburagi, caught up to Doubashi who has been left behind!!

4: This is bad!! Pedal!!

Let's raise our pace!!

Pag 2

2: I won't let you get away, Chicken!!

Pag 3

2: No.... they're so fast!!

It's no use anymore, senpai!!

3: Get away Danchikuu!!

Pag 4

1: Yeah, Issa!!

Pag 5

1: 4km left until the sprint line!!

2: Don't underestimate him, San-na*!!

(*NdT.: Kaburagi is calling him that because when earlier he called him “Doubashi” with no honorifics, Doubashi corrected him saying “it's san, na” the 'na' is just and ending particle, but I decided to leave it in the nickname Kabu is using now)

3: Danchiku is strong!!

He's the kind of guy who once he makes a decision, he sticks to it!!

4: Buah!!

I'm not underestimating him

5: With that attack earlier I got that his “running” is no chicken!!

6: Haha, I told you from the start!! I told you “that's not true”!!

Pag 6

1: But “mentality” is another story!!

3: “Running” and “mentality”are different things, but two sides of the same coin!!

4: I'm chasing him like this!! I'm getting closer!!

That's the reality!! The situation!!

I'll swallow him

5: And even if I don't do anything, he'll make a mistake!!

6: Tch, this guy hit a nerve

7: Look

8: My pressure

Pag 7

1: Is rising!!

3: What's this

From behind me

4: It's the feeling of something dark and hug approaching!!

This is that guy's....!!

Seriously!?

Pag 8

1: But!!

Gaa

2: But I also came here fully prepared!!

ruaaagh

3: “Take care of that idiot”

4: Bamboo

6: Hop Shot!!

Pag 9

1: I'll leave him behind!!

2: Switch to a

3: higher gear!!

6: Dammit, instead of switching to a higher gear I switched to a lower!?

Such a stupid mistake!! In a moment like this!!

I'll switch to a higher gear now!!

8: Stupid mistake...? That's not it

Pag 10

1: Is my body reacting to Doubashi's pressure!?

Pag 11

1: Dammit!!

Don't turn around

2: San-na is going to move to pin Nagoya down, you go with him

This is the chance that

And then keep going like that!!

3: Issa managed to get for me!!

4: Don't turn around

He's getting closer, I can feel it on my skin!!

5: If I turn around his pressure will swallow me!!

Gaaagh

6: Dammit... so this is the Inter High?

Pag 12

1: This is Hakone Academy's Doubashi Masakiyo!!

2: Chicken.... your pedaling got all messy

Pag 13

1: He's coming closer!!

2: I'm gonna get swallowed!!

4: It's over

After all you really are a chicken

Pag 15

2: A white pressure... Issa!!

3: Danchiku, since it's you, you can do it!!

I'm sure of it, so run without hesitation

4: After all you're

Pag 16

1: Team SS..... Special Strong!!

Higaruaaagh!!

Pag 17

1: I'll take it, Issa!!

2: Higaruaagh!!

Dammit, what happened, he came back to life!!

3: What did you do, Orange

4: I raised it too

Pag 18

1: My pressure, to tell him “if it's you, you can do it”!!

2: I am “team SS”!!

3: I can do it!!

Garuaagh!!

4: Hahaha, if you don't hurry he'll get away, San-na!!

That's called Panda Shout!! That acceleration is terrific!!

5: Talking like that is your strategy to get me to use up my legs, Orange!!

Hahaha of course, you've finally noticed!!

Pag 19

2: I've noticed from the start, though

Is-is that so!?

Well, can't be helped. My plan to defeat him by using pressure alone was a failure

This time I'll use my legs

3: I'll show you my running that I've tempered thoroughly this past year!!

4: The sprint is now down to us three

As expected, there's no one who can catch up to us from there!!

Pag 20

1: In that group behind us!!

2: Pedal more

Let's catch up to them before they get out of sight!!

Gallop!!

Mokkosu!!

4: From behind us, another.... two people!?

Are catching up!?

5: It's two guys from the selected team!!

Pag 21

1: I'm so glad, we caught up with the lead!!

We were pulled by Doubashi-san but we got tore off a little later

You worked hard, you two!

Yeah, somehow!!

2: The leader of our team, Sugimoto-san, negotiated with Doubashi-san fro us

3: Our number has increased so we still have a chance!!

We'll chase Sohoku and Hakogaku that are ahead

Yeah!!

And we'll fight for the green number bib!!

4: Alright, senpai, I'll pull

“Two people” who caught up?

No

5: There's one more person!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 769 #no seriously i love how kabu is the leader between him and danchiku #like we've always known but it always felt more like it was just bc you know hes kaburagi and he thinks hes a genius #and danchiku always indulges him #but kabu is actually not just instincts during races but he actually thinks?? #is this the first time we see this side of kaburagi???? i cant remember another time it happened but i might be forgetting something #its highly possibòe #anyway i love to see him like this #also the fact that hes basically giving up the victory for danchiku #and not only victory but also his own race against doubashi #its really good seeing this side of kabu you actually realize that yes he and danchiku really work perfectlywell #both as friends and as partners #danchiku basically reading issa's mind and getting strength from it its peak t2 behaviour btw #i love how they clearly mirror t2 relationship but are so completely different that it doesnt even feel similar #i loooooveeee them #btw.... KIJI *eyes emoji* #hes gonna win mark my words

[glystenangel]

how the jjk men celebrate nye with you

satoru gojo, getou suguru, kamo choso, nanami kento x gn!reader

tags/warnings: fluffy fluffy fluff, modern city vibes, they all love you, just accept it, petname usage, kissing!!!!, handholding, one mention of alcohol, and once again, LOVE, short n sweet

thanks for reading and enjoy <3

Gojo ------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Okay, I think we’re good.”

Gojo shuts the door behind you, and you carefully hold onto his free hand. The roof was a little higher than you thought it would be.

“Are we? It’s kinda scary up here.” You had gone up multiple flights of stairs, and now there was a blanket of city lights at your feet. Of course they were separated by concrete barriers that outlined the entire roof, but still.

Gojo brings your hand to his lips, peering up at you over the curves of your knuckles.

“Don’t worry, I got a good hold on you.”

Your heart flutters, but you resolutely tug your hand back down.

“We have to save the kissing for midnight. It’s almost time.”

“My bad, thought I could sneak one in. You looked like you wanted one.” He smirks, blue eyes reflecting every golden window and traffic light below.

When you don’t argue back, too focused on the curled corner of his lip, he releases a thoughtful hum, “I suppose you always look like that. Especially when you’re with me.”

Gojo had the terrible habit of making your heart squeeze just by existing, all cocky remarks and pretty pale features.

“You can’t! I think it’s bad luck or something.” You insist, trying to return to the task at hand as midnight drew nearer.

Gojo laughs, but before he can retort you see fireworks dazzling the sky.

“Happy new year!” You hear confetti poppers and happy shouts from the apartment floors you just climbed.

You turn to Gojo, and the smile that spreads up to his eyes brightens his entire face. It disappears when he kisses you, but the love you have for each other never does.

When you pull apart, he gives you another peck on the nose.

“Happy new year, love.”

Getou-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“Oh no, I think we missed it!” You call out as you look out the car window, watching bursts of fiery purple and red light up the slats of night sky you could see between the concrete pillars of the parking structure you were driving up.

Getou eases his foot off of the gas pedal and snakes a solid grip around your waist, tucking his chin into your shoulder for a peek at the fireworks you’re frowning over. The scent of his cologne and the strength of his arm are comforting, but the disappointment remains leaden in your stomach.

“Aw, shit. I’m sorry, baby.” Getou sympathetically rubs a circle into your side with his thumb.

You glance at the rearview mirror, the corner of it revealing your sullen look along with the long, black tresses of Getou’s hair pressed to the back of your neck as he tries to comfort you. He always did his best to right any upset incurred upon you by the world, but it wasn’t his fault. A half-hearted shake of your head eases a sigh into your body, and you nudge Getou to continue the trek up the parking structure. You shift in your seat to mournfully stare at the champagne glasses you had precariously balanced between your fingers, you had been hoping to toast to the new year with him once you were parked at the top.

Getou finally brakes and puts the car in park, and you let out a small groan upon checking the time displayed on his dashboard.

“We just missed it.” You sadly declare, the clock showing 12:03 on its digital face.

Getou takes a fluted glass from you, “It’s okay, as long as I get next year with you.”

The charmed smile you provide him is reflected in the adoration on his face. He looks genuine, broad shoulders relaxed below the gauges that adorn his ears and a hand casually draped over your thigh as he uses the other to level his champagne. 

You scoot closer and place a hand over his, which he automatically grasps, “And the year after that?”

“And the year after that, the year after that…and the year after that.” Getou confirms, raising his glass and allowing a pleased smirk to cross his features when you brighten.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes ghosting over your lips as carefully as his thumb had when he first kissed you.

“You know what? Let’s call it forever.”

Your lips gratefully meet his before you pull back to clink the rims of glass together, matching your devoted gaze to the blissful glimmer of his own.

“To forever.”

Choso-----------------------------------------------------------------------

You want a New Year’s kiss from Choso, but you’ve pretty much accepted that your wish wouldn’t be coming true. Because you’re spending your first New Year’s Eve together at his family’s house.

His mother had insisted, and although you saw his family as your own now, it felt a bit awkward to be kissing in front of them.

You are still a bit saddened by the thought as you and Choso stand outside of his childhood home with his little brothers and mom. Everyone is standing side by side, preparing to welcome the new year by lighting handfuls of sparklers and confetti poppers onto the patch of dirt in the backyard.

“It’s almost time, ready?” Choso glances at his watch, holding up a red sparkler in the other.

His little brothers begin chattering excitedly, and you watch them with a small beam across your features.

Choso subtly wraps a large hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Hey, still thinking about our new year’s kiss?”

On the car ride over, you had explained the predicament to him, so he must have recalled how important it was to you. 

You soften at his question and how he slightly bends down to hear you, “A little.”

A reassuring smile takes over Choso’s handsome face, the corners of his opaque eyes slightly crinkling, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

You want to ask him how, but then he begins counting down.

His mother joins in, “10…9, 8 - come on boys, count!”

A disjointed chorus erupts, everyone counting slowly until the last second, where lit sparklers and confetti poppers shoot out celebratory glitter.

As the small, colorful cuts of tissue paper crowd over his younger brothers whooping with joy, you turn to Choso and he leans close. The dark line across his nose and loose strands from his hair tickle the side of your face.

“Everyone’s distracted.” He whispers, and you smile into the soft kiss he grants you.

Choso does his best to quickly pull away before you two are noticed, “Happy new year, baby.”

You want to tug him forward for another kiss, but manage to just barely resist, “Happy new year, Choso.”

He picks confetti out of your hair and gives you a more innocent peck on the forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too-”

Right when you say it back, his family ropes you both into a big group hug.

“Happy new year!” They scream, and you both laugh into their embrace.

Nanami---------------------------------------------------------------------

As usual, Nanami is working late. 

The holidays hardly deterred his appetite for overtime pay.

You didn’t mind it, but a twinge of sadness occupied your thoughts as you watched the ball drop on television. It made you wrap your arms around yourself and bend your knees towards your chest, the spot on the couch next to you vacant.

The timer hits 10 seconds, and the live audience starts chanting.

“10!”

You hear a knock on the door.

���9…8!”

“Nanami!” You exclaim, pushing the door aside and scanning his snow dusted coat.

“7! 6! 5!” The tv chimes.

The blond man is breathing heavily, and you feel his hands slide down to your lower back as his suitcase drops onto the floor, “Did I make it?”

“4! 3…”

Your adoring expression compliments his tired, yet soft gaze. The taut clench of his jaw and the urgency he holds you with almost makes you laugh, but your heart is fluttering too much to tease him for his valiant efforts.

“You’re right on time.”

Right as the countdown ends at 1, you wrap your arms around his neck, dipping his head down to give him a kiss.

As fireworks and noisemakers sound from the tv, Nanami breaks away to trace your face with his fingers and a breathtaking smile, “Happy new year, honey.”

“Happy new year!” 

You cradle his face in your palms for another kiss.

Nanami returns it just as tenderly as the first, but then he shivers.

“I’m sorry, honey. Can we continue this inside? It’s freezing."

________________

End Notes:

A surprise post for new year's and just out of gratitude bc i luv u guys <333 wishing you all a happy one and an even better new year!!🥳🪩 love always💖

#jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo imagine #gojo fluff #gojo scenario #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo #gojo jjk #getou jjk #getou suguru #getou suguru x you #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #getou x you #getou x reader #getou fluff #choso fluff #choso scenarios #kamo choso #choso x y/n #choso x reader #choso x you #jjk choso

[obxismylife2]

In the car (Rafe Cameron x reader)

As soon as the cold metal touched my skin, I squeezed the heart between two fingers and played with it. Rafe gave me a necklace for our one-year anniversary. I told him not to buy me anything, that I'd be fine with him being with me that day, but he's stubborn. So he gets what he wants. And he wanted to buy me something, so he did.

He bought me a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant and the letter R engraved on it so I would never forget who my heart belonged to.

He hugged me from behind again, and we stood silently watching the sunset from a distant hill. When we didn't see the sun again, the sun began to form dawn in the sky, and we decided to go home.

I was looking out the window on the way to his villa when I felt something warm on my thigh. I turned to look at it and saw Rafe's hand. I laid my hand lightly on him, and he just smiled and kept driving. After a moment, I felt his hand move higher toward my crotch, but it stopped inches from my sensitive spot. Does he want to play with me?

Then his hand moved toward my belly, and before I could figure out what was going to happen next, I felt his hand pulling my thong aside under my skirt. "Oh fuck!" I gasped as he slipped two fingers into me and I closed my eyes with delight and bit my lip, his touching is driving me mad.

My breathing and heartbeat began to quicken as soon as his fingers began to quicken, I had to bite my hand to keep from sighing loudly, no one could see through the car windows, but it wasn't soundproof. To my happiness, we drove through a city and caught a red light. Fuck no! And then Topper's name appeared on the radio screen. He's calling him. God, Rafe, you're trying to kill me.

He leaned slowly toward my ear and said: "Don't you dare make a sound," he picked up the call over the car without a moment's hesitation.

"What's up, Topp?" there was a silent before he answered. "Hey, I just wanted to ask you if you and Y/N could go to my party tonight" another party? Tonight? I had another surprise for Rafe. I bought a very revealing outfit for tonight. Red and lace, just the way Rafe likes it.

Rafe looked at me and smiled slyghtly, accelerating the pace of his fingers. No, not tonight I mouthed him and his smile widened.

"I don't know man, you know, today's our anniversary and I wanted...well you know what I mean" the red light finally changed into green, so Rafe stepped on the gas pedal and the car continued its way to Rafe's home, as no one is there.

"Oh...sorry I forgot. Well, then don't wreck the bed, although in your case it's better to say don't wreck the whole floor" Topper's poisonous comment made me laugh inside, so I had to cover my mouth with my hand so no laugh or moan would escape. My thighs writhed around his hand and I almost screamed when I finally reached the top.

"Don't worry man, see ya tomorrow" Rafe hang up and I was finally able to open my mouth and let the moans of his name escape.

"Oh god, oh yes" I was trying to catch my breath, who'd have thought that trying not to moan would make you more exhausted than normal moaning. I fel relieved that I was able to make any sound I wanted.

Rafe parked the car on some parking lot and took his fingers out of me and reclined my seat with the other one. "Just stay here" he answered my unspoken question as I gave him puzzled look. He opened my thighs even more with his firm grip on them, pulling my thong aside. I closed my eyes as he attacked my pussy with his tongue, licking me clean. I tangled my fingers in his hair, grabbing on them tightly.

I was afraid he won't stop but he did right before I wanted to tap on his shoulder. He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, making me taste myself. Before he straightened the seat back he kissed my lips once more and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb.

"You really wanna do want to kill me" I said sarcastically and straightened up. Rafe laughed at my comment and rested hid palm on my knee. "You deserve a reward for not making a sound but don't worry, I'll let you scream my name any way you want tonight," he whispered in my ear in a deep voice, then kissed me on the cheek. I smiled at that gesture and put my hand on his.

"Other guys never made me cum this fast" it was the truth. I've never cum this fast. With no one. Except for Rafe now.

"Because other guys don't know how to do it right," he said confidently, lifting his head to a mark of superficiality, but I just smiled and rolled my eyes at his words.

#rafe x reader #rafe smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe obx #rafe cameron x you #rafe imagine

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

hi hi!! can you make an ot8 with reader, with the prompt #74, and number 3 pls!!

thank you xxx

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompt: "If I can get it in pink, I want it in pink."

Members: OT8

Relationship: Street Racers!FemReader x OT8

Genre: Fluff

The first time you'd met the Stray Kids Street Racers, you'd been participating in your first race.

Sure, you'd been before-first with your dad, then with your older brother-but today was different.

Today you got to drive.

Your brother had watched as you slid behind the steering wheel of your dad's old racing beater, revving the engine experimentally a few times and sliding the seat forward to reach the pedals.

He'd slapped a helmet on your head and given it a rap with his knuckles.

"Remember, kid, let up on the gas on the curves, and punch it on the straights."

"I know, I know." You had huffed back, running your hands reverently over the steering wheel, fingering the worn dice hanging from the rearview mirror. "I got this."

Your brother had beamed. "I know, kid."

A blue and red racing car had pulled up to the start line beside you with a roar then, and your brother had glanced over as someone called out from the open window, "Yo, JB, you not driving this one?"

Your brother shook his head and called back over the noise of the engines, "Nah, the kid's taking it today."

You had shifted your gaze at the use of your nickname, and met the eyes of a tall, dark haired guy peering at you from the window of the car, a slight smile on his lips as your gazes connected.

"Well, good luck then, kid." He repeated, knocking his knuckles on the edge of his window, as he grinned wider and shot you a wink.

You felt your cheeks heat up, and he laughed amicably, pulling on his helmet.

"See you out there." He remarked, and turned his attention back to the starter currently making their way to the line in front of you.

Your brother leaned into the car, giving you one last quick safety check before he held out his hand for your secret handshake.

You did it, and he grinned, waving you off as he stepped back.

"Give em hell, kid!"

The cars on either side of you roared as the drivers revved the engines in anticipation, and you took in a deep calming breath, fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

The starter held up the checkered flag, and everything went silent.

She dropped it seconds later, and the cars spun off in clouds of smoke and exhaust.

You slammed your foot down on the gas and tailed them, the wind whistling through the open window and whipping your hair beneath your helmet.

The dice clanked against the dashboard, and you let out a whoop of joy as you took the first hair pin corner, passing several other cars and losing sight of them behind you.

In that moment, you'd never felt so free.

You were hooked.

********************************************************************************

Street racing wasn't the only thing that pulled you in that day.

The eight men who made up the Stray Kids Street Racers roped you in just as fully, taking you under their wings as your brother's friends, showing you the ropes, inviting you to work on cars together and hang out until the wee hours of the mornings around bonfires under overpasses.

They didn't treat you like someone younger than them, or a girl, and you liked that, you liked them.

Changbin, the one you'd met the day of your first race, was the first to kiss you, and soon, they all followed.

And things fell into a comfortable routine-racing on the weekends, working on cars in your dad's old shed after classes were done for the day, hanging out in a tangled, warm pile at the end of the night, passing a bottle back and forth.

You all graduated-some of you by the hair of your teeth-and no one left for college, and soon, Winter faded into Spring, and the boys started entering races with higher stakes-bringing in cash and attention and more challenges.

And you were right there with them, every step of the way.

So, on the day your dad's old racer finally gave out, you knew it was time for something new.

You ditched the car at the local scrap shop, took the lucky dice off the rearview mirror, and went to go see Changbin's buddy outside of town who ran a garage.

"Dude." The guy greets Changbin with an oily grin, slapping a grease covered hand into your boyfriend's, wiping his other on his already dirty overalls.

"Duke." Changbin returns the grin, motioning over his head to you, standing between Felix and Chan. "We need a car."

Duke let's his gaze fall to you curiously, and his brow furrows, before he asks, "For her?"

"Yeah." Hyunjin steps forward, eying the guy standing in front of you all. "Is that a problem?"

Duke shrugs, looking unbothered by your boyfriend's threatening glare. "I mean. She's a chick. Just a little surprised s'all."

"Oh, fuck off." You snap back, flipping him off, and he holds up his hands, laughing under his breath.

"Easy, tiger. Don't bite ma head off. I'll find ya a car."

Duke slaps Changbin on the shoulder and motions for the rest of you to follow as he turns and walks toward the back of the lot.

Chan scuffs the dirt beneath the toe of his sneaker as you walk, glancing over to you as he says quietly with a chuckle, "I thought you were gonna bite his head off back there, turbo."

You glare at Duke's back as he walks ahead of you. "I still might."

Hyunjin slings an arm around your shoulders as you walk, grinning wickedly. "I'd help you."

Duke leads you around the side of the large garage building and to the lot behind, where there are rows and rows of cars-some old, some new-but all definitely recently refurbished, you're guessing, by the man now standing proudly in front of you.

"Take yer pick." Duke motions to the rows and rows of racers. "I got everything. Ya want speed? Got it. Ya want kick? It's here."

You walk between a couple of the cars slowly, considering them thoughtfully, running your hands over a couple of steering wheels, opening doors, checking under hoods.

The guys watch you silently, until Duke leans over to Changbin and whispers much too loudly to be considered quiet, "Does she actually know what she's lookin' fer?"

Minho scoffs. "More than you probably do, wrench head."

You stop after looking down another row, and glance at the men, ticking a brow upward as you consider Duke for a moment, before you swipe a finger along the dusty hood of the car closest to you, and announce, "What about pink? Got anything pink?"

Jisung laughs, covering the sound with a cough, as Duke makes a sputtering sound in his throat.

"Pink?"

"Yeah. You know. The color?" You deadpan back, waiting impatiently as he continues to stare at you.

Duke looks to Changbin helplessly, and your boyfriend shrugs.

"You heard her. Got anything pink, Duke?"

"If I can get it in pink, I want it in pink." You repeat, walking around the car and folding your arms over your chest with a lift of your chin. "I like the little boys I go up against to know without a particle of a doubt that at the end of the day, they're being creamed to chicken shit on the pavement by a girl."

"So fucking hot." Jisung mutters as he elbows Jeongin, who nods rapidly in response.

Duke considers for a moment, and then motions for you to follow him, mumbling something under his breath you don't quite catch.

You fall into step behind him, and Minho tousles your hair, giving you a sidelong smirk.

"That's our girl."

You give him a grin in return, as Duke leads you around to the other side of the building and comes to a stop, stepping aside as he pushes his dirty ball cap up to scrub at his greasy, balding hair.

"Here she is. The only pink car on the whole gahdamn lot."

You let your eyes trail over the lines of the car slowly, taking in the pale pink paint, the curve of the fenders, the arch of the wheels and hubs.

You step past Duke and open the driver's side door, sliding into the seat, feeling out the pedals and the way the wheel spins and the comfort of the seat as it hugs your body.

Changbin leans into the open window, arching a brow as he watches you go over every detail.

"So, turbo? What'd you think?"

You reach into your jacket pocket and slide out your dad's old dice, rubbing your fingers over the worn fuzz for a moment before you lean forward and silently hang them from the rearview mirror.

Something inside of you quietly clicks into place.

You glance at Changbin, and you know, he can already see the answer on your face.

"It's absolutely fucking perfect."

********************************************************************************

"Do you think that people we lose are up there? Looking down on us or some shit?"

Chan glances over at you where you lie next to him on the hood of your car, staring up at the twinkling night sky.

He rolls over and props his cheek on his hand, staring down at you with a slight smile on his face.

"Yeah, I think so."

You heave a sigh and sit up, brushing some dirt off your racing jacket, glancing over to where the others are gathered around the glowing fire, laughing at some story your brother is weaving.

You wrap your arms around your knees and run a hand over the pink paint of the hood.

"I dunno if this is what my dad wanted for me." You admit, chin resting on your knees, as you stare off into the dark. "He introduced me to street racing, sure, but I dunno if he wanted me to actually immerse myself in it."

Chan sits up too, and leans over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and you bury your face in his chest.

His jacket smells like exhaust, and sweat, and it's comforting, tickling your nose as you breathe in and out.

You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.

"I think your dad would be more than proud of you, turbo."

"Yeah?" You sit back, staring up at him, desperately wanting to believe him. "You think so?"

Chan lifts your chin and smiles down at you. "I know so."

You smile back, leaning back into his hold as you both rest against the windshield, still warm from the sun that had set earlier.

From the fire, someone calls and waves you both over, holding up a bottle.

Chan laughs, shifting so you can both get down from the car.

"C'mon then, I think we're being summoned."

You follow after him, toward the warmth of the fire, toward the comfort of your boyfriends and brother, and then say as your fingers intertwine with his, "I think I'm gonna dye my hair pink."

Chan looks over his shoulder at you in surprise. "Yeah?"

You nod. "Yeah."

Chan grins, pulling you close.

"I think that's a fucking great idea, turbo. I really do."

#skz #stray kids #stay #ot8 #skz x you #skz x reader #ot8 x you #ot8 x reader #y/n #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios #skz fluff #fluff #skz street racers #skz au #skz prompt game #prompt game #femreader

[petit-papillion]

I find that analysts from all countries often have too much regency bias or favorites bias and Charles doesn’t really have an analyst in his corner like that (maybe because there isn’t a Monegasque broadcasting service). Like people praise Max all the time now (rightly so ofc) but have forgotten that he made countless of mistakes in his earlier years of F1, even in his first championship year he still made mistakes. Yet somehow analysts never contributed that to “weak mental state”. Charles has made similar/the same mistakes as Max but somehow in his case it’s because he’s “not tough enough” just because Charles is ingrained with the Ferrari mindset of don’t let anything bad show to the outside world. Like that is the other side of the coin of working for Ferrari, you can’t show your frustrations with the team to the outside world like Max and Lewis can, but that doesn’t make him weak. I think people really underestimate Charles. Like 15 (?) yo Charles who after a pr training went up to the journalist and said “that was a stupid question because I would never be 2nd to my teammate”, etc. I can’t wait for Lewis to show up and for Charles to let (once again) show how good he is. He did it once with 4 time world champ Seb, he can do it again to Lewis.

Well, we do have this journalist in our corner:

"But a driver that possesses the special innate talent that Leclerc has will always abandon every element of caution when the upside to getting it right can be so prosperous, and he had every reason to back his chances after the success he had enjoyed only the previous weekend.

Throughout his F1 career, Leclerc has always been characterised as a competitor that is willing to leave no stone unturned in order to chase unlikely feats – no matter how slim the chances may appear from the outset.

Coupled with his aggressive driving style of preferring a pointy front end that he uses to chuck a car into corners alongside a dynamic use of the brake and throttle pedals, his preparedness to take more risks than other drivers runs a higher danger of him overstepping the mark.

However, that approach is not the sign of an aggressive, hot-headed driver that is struggling to define the limit, but rather one that is pursuing perfection and striving to extract the maximum from himself that sometimes certain cars are physically incapable of producing such demands.

Although Leclerc’s declaration he would be unwilling to change his driving style might ring sudden alarm bells of a driver that is too stubborn to change his ways, he has ample reason to back his outlook on matters. There’s previous evidence that with a competitive and compliant car, his mistakes drastically reduce in number. When Ferrari had a package that was both benign in its balance and capable of running at the front on pure pace at the start of 2022 Leclerc was able to rattle off six pole positions in eight qualifying sessions untroubled."

This was post-Miami 2023 when Charles was being crucified left and right for binning his car and being mistake-prone, yet he had done superbly in Baku the race before. Read the whole article here:

I agree with you: too many people underestimate Charles. While I think the world of Lewis, and hope he does really well at Ferrari, I hope Charles does better and he will be able to turn this "he's too nice/weak/whatever" narrative around. Because I don't want him to change his personality one bit as far as how he treats people around him, nor his attitude of giving it everything when he's out on track.

#charles leclerc #anon ask

[im-immortal]

Small Miracles

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying.

After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down.

Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself.

But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living... he's a walker.

[Moonshine Awards 2023 Third Place Winner for Best WIP ZA, and Second Place Winner for Best WIP Reunion/Fix It!]

Chapter 21 // Part 13: The Car

Beth presses her foot on the gas pedal and drives out of the garage, watching in the rearview mirror as Yesenia and Elba wave goodbye. She feels tears pooling in her eyes and quickly blinks them back. It never ceases to amaze her how, in this new world, such strong and meaningful bonds can be formed in such short amounts of time. As she drives down the road and toward the gate, which is slowly sliding open, Mae leans out the passenger window and waves to Yesenia, Elba, and Guillermo. And then they are pulling out of the gate and onto the cracked street outside of Nuevo Atlanta.  The morning sun is slowly rising higher into the sky, casting a stark brightness across everything. Beth speeds through the streets until they reach the city limits and a sign that says they are leaving Atlanta. Even as she knows they are entering unknown territory and even more unknown dangers, she can’t help feeling as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders: she has her weapons back, a car, and a refreshed store of supplies. Not to mention, she’s had two whole days of good food and real rest. She leaves both Grady and Nuevo Atlanta in the rearview mirror. The wind rushes in through the open windows, and as they reach the open, desolate freeway, Mae lets out a wild laugh. She turns to Beth with a grin that is slowly fading and turning to a frown of worry with every mile they put between themselves and the sight of the Atlanta skyline. “Beth.” “Yeah?” “Do you… do you think we’ll make it? Like, really make it?” Beth glances in the rearview mirror to catch Gale’s milky white eyes. They exchange a discreet smirk. “We already did.”

#bethyl fanfiction #beth greene lives #team delusional #beth and daryl #beth greene #daryl dixon #glenn rhee's sister #canon divergent au #civic republic military #CRM #found family #worldbuilding #eventual bethyl reunion #mc fic #SquishyCool

[mooseyspooky]

The obsessive little mental notes I take while watching Johnny are certifiably insane. I just constantly repeat them to try and remember to mention them in my fics, but like. It's just me going

Okay. Vowels get extended. Especially the letter A. Paaahty. The letter T is dropped. Guitar. Gu'ar. Favors the right side of his mouth. Constantly has it lifted higher than the left side of his mouth. Wiggles his eyebrows when making a joke. Or being sassy. Beethoven? ...cool guy. Always fidgeting. Never sitting still. Smoked with his right hand. Only used matches. Never used lighters. Tilts head back in an oddly sexual way when trying to play a difficult riff or is trying to remember a riff. Does this on stage but also did this during the 2 hour pedal interview out of nowhere. Isn't prone to intense eye contact like Moz. Prefers to look to the side. Will constantly hide his mouth with his hand if feeling nervous or shy, unless his guitar is in his hand. If his guitar is in his hand, he'll fiddle with it instead. This comes up during Smiths interview questions in which he's feeling cornered or bothered. Also came up recently during Would I Lie to You. Spoke incredibly fast when he was younger. Cocaine? Unsure. Almost breathless he spoke so fast. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right. Um. So. Right so yes. Almost tripping over himself. Has slowed down a lot. Age? Lots of meditation? Not sure. Extremely blunt. Will interrupt people when they aren't saying something right or something he agrees with. Moz will not. He'll stumble or falter. Never touches his hair. Never touches/fiddles with his own clothes. Extremely conscientious of that despite being fidgety. Only messes with his rings. Sentences often end in a question. Right? Yeah? You know what I mean?

#What do you mean not everyone stares at this man several hours a day

[kavasiriel]

The caverns shook with the low notes of the steam organ as Vilar leaned into the foot pedals, tossing his wildly expressive mane of orange hair, eyes closed tight in rapture, tears upon his cheeks. He let his dancing hands strike the rows of lapis lazuli keys, lifting from them music both sweet and sad. The moisture from the steam glistened on his creased brow.

The cavern into which the ancient instrument was built became a sound chamber, with towering pipes set into points of harmonic resonance in the undulating basalt. The tune was a traditional one, pared to the story of an Iron elf and a sulfur elf who fell in love and bore the first spark of organic life in the universe. Originally, the melody had been a song of triumph, of joy and hope that life would endure and endure and endure even when it had never existed in the first place. But this was a new arrangement, and the familiar tune was played in a minor key so that its joy became a lamentation and the bittersweet reminder of the miraculous value of life only served to make its ending more cruel.

Kavas raised his head to appreciate the music as he ascended the long and narrow stair to his father’s favorite perch. Stepping up onto the platform from whence the vast instrument was played, Kavas stopped to watch his father. The king of Falu was unaware that he had an audience and he played with a passionate abandon, body swaying in a pendulous dance across keys which seemed to fly to his hands. He thrust his body across the many-tiered keyboards, his hands calling the notes to chase along after their lusty galloping as phrase by phrase and measure by measure he poured out his grief into the flowing keys.

As Kavas watched, the music brought to mind his own grief at the loss of his grandfather, and before that his uncle Vigi who had loved his young nephew like a son. But beyond the personal, the music represented a larger grief, a grief that echoed in his soul and had been with him all his life, the deep sense of fear and helplessness that had festered in the guts of so many of the hidden people since the coming of the prophecy. The Earth was dying, and the dark elves would play Her a requiem long after the symphony of life had passed into silence.

Vilar played the last three notes like the tolling of a funeral bell and finally stilled, breathing hard, his head bent and one finger resting on the final key, as if he could hold onto the music even after it had fled. He felt the bench shift beside him and looked up through tear-filled eyes as his son took up the position of a duetist to play the higher register.

Kavas did not speak, but into the silence after his music, he dropped a few ringing notes and looked at his father with a loving smile as he lifted his second hand to stir the keys into flowing measures. His tune, in answer to the Ballad of Iron and Brimstone was a variation of the same phrasing, lifting up the turning music into a joyful song that called to their minds the ancient, elemental memory of their spirits.

Vilar looked at his son and smiled. “They were our children,” he said, “we forgot after the prophecy, after they had done so much wrong in this world, but there was a time…” Kavas touched his shoulder and Vilar covered his hand in his own. He had no shame in his tears.

#Kavas Ivaldi #Vilar Sul #the golden wig #original fiction #elves in wigs #norse mythology #art #elves #epic poetry #poetry #painting

[footballdesires]

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘇𝗸𝗮, 𝗷. 𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵

joshua kimmich ; she/her mentioning of sex, curse words! 18+ info: joshua is focused on training, but the image in front of her makes it hard to forget the nights under the sheets. one comment about goretzka is enough to make kimmich's blood boil. a/n: bringing a certain eagerness from the pitch to the bedroom haha requests always open!

the gym in the tunnels of the allianz arena was packed with bayern munich players. in one corner, mueller had an interesting debate with neuer and gnabry about the upcoming game, and the chance to actually win without having to tear themselves apart. lifting the weights on one of the benches was leon, doing five of each until he decided that more weight was necessary to make the training session valuable. 

and then there was she, sitting on a bench behind the bikes where her boyfriend currently attempted to reach his latest limits. joshua was focused on the changing numbers between the handles, pedaling faster by the minute. “almost there.” he muttered, loud enough for the female to catch the two words which weren’t exactly foreign to her. the same sentence, he panted over again when hidden underneath the comfortable duvets of their bed, thrusting in and out of her wet hole. clenching the thighs together, she attempted to hide the fact of how much those easy-spoken syllables affected her figure.

joshua took the training serious, he wanted to reach higher standards and impress the fans, and the main staff of bayern munich for as long as possible. but she wished, for a split second, that the ocean blue orbs stared at her, lingered at her face and he could see how she slowly fell apart behind him. 

as if the excellent view of his naked back and the flexing muscles wasn’t enough to torture the female, the deep breaths combined with the quiet groans made it impossible for her to focus on anything or anyone else anymore. rubbing the sweaty hands over the face, she attempted to calm herself down, but nothing seemed to work against the heat that pooled between her legs. slowly, she started to rub her legs together, trying find at least a tad of release but it wasn’t enough. 

she needed joshua‘s help. she needed him. 

manicured nails brushed through the strands, scratching carefully over the scalp as she stood up from the seat. the mission was clear to her. strutting over to the bicycles, she took her place in front of the panting male. 

underarms leaned on the small space on each side of the small screen, joshua watched the numbers change until her figure casted a shadow above him. tilting the head up, the blonde raised a single brow at his girlfriend in confusion. but she didn’t explain her needs to him. instead, she leaned forward herself. soft fingertips pressed against the collarbones of the football player and gently pushing him backwards in a seating position. 

he didn’t fight against the gestures of his girlfriend, the arms falling to his sides as his attentive gaze lingered on her. delicate hands placed on the space next to the small screen where his arms used to rest before, she tilted her upper body forward. seductively, she glanced upwards through her black, thick lashes at her boyfriend and smiled innocently. 

an expression that has never been easy to comprehend, never been easy to resist without feeling the effects. but joshua couldn’t tear the dilated pupils away from the picture in front of him, the luring gazes into a world of desire and lust. 

“joshua..” she pulled the name longer than needed, shamelessly almost moaning in the middle of the gym, in front of his teammates. mouth ajar, he wanted to reply and lecture her about the wrong picture she gave the others but it has never been easy to escape the magnificent spell of her innocent expression, infiltrated by the seductive glances. 

“how much longer?” she questioned in a whisper, attempting to clench the thighs together without the people around her noticing but joshua did. 

a reaction she almost had any time when she visited a game and cheered for him, in one of his jerseys. the aftermath was a very long night of orgasms and soft whimpers. 

the dazzled expression changed in a matter of seconds, the lips curled in an one-sided smile, a pleased and smug one. leaning forward again, he placed the calloused fingertips against the heated skin of her underarms, staring a fire inside of her. beads of sweat gathered on the forehead, pushed upwards against the wrinkles as he raised his eyebrows. “why are you asking, babe?” 

joshua didn’t need to ask, he knew the answer and still, he wanted to hear the words tremble out of her addictive mouth. syllables rolled off her tongue how much she needed him, forcing him to end the training session and busy himself with her body. 

she whined at the question, despising the fact that he wanted to lure the sentence out of her, make her beg for his attention. but she has never been the easiest challenge from their first date until this day. an idea popped in her head, the way she could turn this situation around and reach the moment, she desired. leaning further forward to speak without having another person eavesdropping on the conversation, she smiled innocently at him. 

“leon’s looking good, maybe i should ask him if he has a couple of minutes for me.” the words caught the male off guard, he didn’t expect a sort of comeback from the needy female. jaw clenched, the fuming anger about her thoughts with someone else caused a sudden possession. the need to show her who she truly belonged to and that those thoughts were entirely wrong to speak or think. 

fleshy fingers quickly found her face, the thumb pressed into the left cheek while the other four dug into the right one. pulling her closer to his reddened face, joshua closes the gap between them with a hard kiss. cheers erupted from around them, commentary was shared and laughter about the mature actions shared between the football player and his girlfriend. 

“shouldn’t have said that.” joshua growled against her lips, leaning back to climb off the bicycle. the dusty gray v neck was thrown over the shoulder when he raised his hand to announce their departure. 

for the males in the gym, he looked like a man who trained the entire day with the sweaty chest and the reddened face. instead, the muscles were relaxed, the anger burned in his blood and he needed to release it on the person who caused it. walking out of the room, she followed the fuming boyfriend like a lost puppy with her head down and chewing on the bottom lip. she didn’t know if the words caused the wrong reaction, if joshua was truly angered and the words led to an argument instead of being trapped underneath him while he pounded into her. 

as she rounded the corner towards the locker rooms, two large hands grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the nearest wall. surprised by the sudden actions, she gasped as joshua trapped her between the cold wall and his warm figure. with the back turned to him, she could feel the bulge against the curve of her ass. 

hot breath fanned over the ear, as joshua dipped his head further down and blew featherlight kisses against the heated skin underneath her lobe. lids fell close as the ecstasy over washed any other emotion, and a quiet whimper rolled off her tongue.

“oh, you shouldn’t have thought about using goretzka as an attempt to get to me. should have just asked me nicely to fuck you.” letting his long fingers graze around her waist, he dipped them under the waistband of her jogging trousers. digits sprawled out above the underwear, he didn’t move them further than slightly underneath the belly button. 

“anything else you want, huh?” joshua questioned the female, the anger infiltrated his voice as he chuckled slightly. “you.” she whimpered, the bottom lip quivering as she tried to push herself off the wall to look at her boyfriend. but he didn’t give her the satisfaction, pushing his hard-on further against her, and as a result, her further against the wall. “exactly what you’re not going to get so easily anymore.” 

she wanted him, but she was going to receive the punishment for the tactics she used on him. profoundly, the worst decision she has made in the entirety of their relationship. 

the left knee placed on the backside of her thighs, he nudged them apart. with all his actions, joshua never forgot to stay on the gentle side of the world. he would not do anything that would cause her harm, he would hate himself if she had to experience such pain because of him. even when he was much rougher than usual, the blonde kept it easy-going.

“i could fuck you right here, against this wall.” he whispered against her skin as the soft lips traveled towards the left shoulder. the fingers that pressed into the waist moved up until he reached the thick strap of the tank top. peeling the fabric off the skin carefully, his lips left a trail of wet kisses along the shoulder blade. “and maybe, leon will walk around the corner, and see you like this. a whimpering mess for me.”

“josh, please.” she whined, hating to be declined of touching him. running the delicate fingers over the defined chest, down over the abs and towards the thin shorts which hung low on the trained body. 

“i can’t wait to hear you beg the entire night, love.” joshua grinned against the heated skin of his girlfriend, slowly and carefully biting the shoulder blade before stepping back from and releasing his tight grip on her. cheeks flustered from the sudden impact, the lids still closed, she didn’t bother to move an inch while the blonde admired the picture, he created. a mess of desire and lust, a whimpering mess for him. 

#joshua kimmich smut #joshua kimmich #joshua kimmich drabble #joshua kimmich blurb #joshua kimmich imagine #bayern munich imagine #bayern munich smut #bayern munich drabble #bayern munich #football imagine #football smut #football drabble #football #german football #fc bayern munich #dfb team #die mannschaft #european championships

[pansgirl24]

Beautiful Things

First post srry if not good

This story is based off of my personal favorite song by Benson Boone Beautiful things, OUAT, Felix x reader Fluff. sad happy ending

Summary: Yn is the only lost girl in neverland willingly, her boyfriend is Felix Pans comrade and best friend, so she is also best friends with Pan. Felix and Peter had a fight and Peter threatened to take Yn.

Keep reading to find out what happens!!

3rd person

"Why can't we just give the kid back? we have a different solution, and you know how Yn feels about this!" Felix calmy spoke to Peter, Peter was worried about his life and neverland, he wanted to use Henrys heart as already planned even though Yn and Felix already found a different cure that's only a bit harder to get. "I-WE only have 12 days until times out Felix, are you out of your mind!" Peter sounded very agitated and concerned his voice higher and angrier than Felix. "Since you're so worried about how Yn feels about it, I should kick her off the island!" Peter surely didn't mean that...Right?

Felixs Pov

My heart skipped a beat as the words glided off of my best friend's tongue and out his mouth, my breath got heavy as I imagined how that would be, "You don't mean that" My voice was dangerously calm. suddenly there's a creak outside of his treehouse. We both turned our heads to look, and I opened the door to find nobody there, except for a daisy pedal, Yns favorite flower.

Yn Pov

As I stepped on the old warn down part of the treehouse it creaks, I have overheard the whole discussion my best friend and boyfriend are having. I quickly ran for mine and Felixs tent, as I waited for Felix to come back, I began think...Maybe leaving won't be horrible, I mean I've been pretty unhappy lately, with all the decisions Peters been making by himself.

3rd person

As Felix returned to his shared tent shortly after he finished his discussion with Pan. "Yn baby?" he whispered lightly not wanting to wake her if she's asleep, but she sat awake in their bed still thinking about leaving. "Yeah?" He lied down next to her "You know I know that you heard our talk, right?" "...No I didn't know that you knew that. But...What peter said about me leaving what if I actually do?"

Yn Pov

As I asked the million-dollar question, the whole aroma of our tent shifted, Felix went silent. He had that look in his eyes, the "now I'm Pissed" look..." Felix?" He got angry and snapped "Why would you leave here!? You know I can't, I'm doing everything I can with the boy! What more do you want from me!" I didn't know how to Respond to his outburst, so I took a lantern and my bow. I walked deep into the woods until I found the water emerged tree trunk, it was a huge tree. Me and Felix use to come here and lay on the smooth cut trunk. I arranged the vines making it comfortable enough for me to sleep on it. After a week I still haven't talked let alone seen Felix.

Felix pov

I barged into Pans treehouse "bring her back now!" Pan turned to look at me as if I asked him the impossible "Excuse me? I haven't done anything," I was confused I heard the lost boys whispering something about Yn leaving "what?" He laughed "I haven't done anything, yet...But since you decided to just barge in here, I should do something. That's when I blacked out. When I woke up it was a whole different day, I was in a whole different spot. But the only thing on my mind was Yn, is she still here? I jumped up and ran, I ran for camp as fast as I could.

Third person

Yn woke up one morning feeling a weird sensation something telling her she HAS to leave Today. So, she got up and started walking back to camp, little did she know it was actually just Peter manipulating her with his magic. He was so out of his mind he was kicking out someone who was basically his sister now. As she gets to camp Felix is running to her and Pan.

Felix pov (again)

"YN, WAIT PLEASE!" Everyone was watching us now, even our 'Guest" from storyBrook "Please stay, I want you, I NEED you Oh god," my eyes watered and my voice broke, I turned and faced Pan "Please don't take This BEATIFUL GIRL THAT I GOT!"

YN pov

As Felix Cried from the bottom of his heart something he doesn't often do especially around others. But the sensation, the pull to leave broke, I ran into his arms with tears of happiness. After all of our little Sorry's kisses and hugs Peter also cried in remorse, we all connected again us 3 and all the lost boys and the storybrook crew left with Henry because we got the other cure and we all had a happily ever after! (aggilion words later)

#OUAT #FELIX #PeterPan #Neverland #Xreader Felix x reader #OUAT x Reader #xYN #x yn

[loudlooks]

Fender Bender

Tiva meet cute AU, requested here.

Word count: 1606 (it was half that when I started editing, something got out of hand)

.

As the green light changed to yellow, Tony slowed down, smoothly coming to a full stop. He revved the engine—hard to resist after driving around in a Japanese rental for a few months—and grinned widely, the roar of the revised 1967 engine music to his ears.

In a split second, the sound of screeching tires, instantly followed by the crumpling of metal, wiped the grin of his face. Instinctively, he hit the brake pedal as if his life depended on it, knuckles turning white as his fingers gripped the steering wheel like a vice. The Mustang jerked forward, and his whole body tensed as the seat belt snapped him back into the leather seat. Once the car came to a full stop, heartbeat pounding in his ears, he slammed the steering wheel with both hands. “Oh, come on!”

Unbuckling the seat belt with one hand while opening the door with the other, heat flushed through his body. “One week,” he grumbled, all but jumping out of the car, anxious to inspect the damage, and give the idiot that slammed into him a piece of his mind.

Spotting the white of a deflated airbag through the windshield of the other car, and movement of the driver’s door, Tony assumed the other driver most likely was not severely injured either.

From the corner of his eye he spotted the back of his car, stopped dead in his tracks, and ran both hands through his hair. “Are you kidding me!”

Taking a closer look, it became clear the front of the other car seemed to have folded itself around his Mustang’s rear fender. The crumpled hood of the Mini was about five inches higher than it should be.

Tony stood up straight. A Mini! His Mustang Shelby, a highly desirable classic, a feat of American engineering, rear-ended by a Mini. He groaned in frustration, as footsteps came to a stop beside him.

Running a hand over the shiny bumper that was exposed, he snapped, “Where did you learn how to drive?”

“Israel,” a woman’s voice said sharply.

Not the answer he expected. He turned towards her, spotted a small burn mark on her chin, most likely from the airbag, before making eye contact.

“Where did you learn how to drive?” she shot back.

“Me?” he asked incredulously, then pointed a finger at her. “You rear-ended me.”

Her eyes seemed ablaze in the streetlight. “You suddenly hit the brakes for no reason!”

“I slowed to a halt when the light turned yellow.”

“You speed up when the light turns yellow,” she said, gesturing widely at the traffic light.

He closed his eyes and grit his teeth. “Not in America!”

“Well, that is just dumb,” she said, rolling her eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and scoffed. She was going to be a pain in the butt.

The woman briefly looked away to check out the vehicles. “It does not look like your car is that badly damaged.”

Tony complained. “I’ve only had this car for a week.”

She glanced at him. “What happened to your previous car?”

“It got totaled.”

“Oh!” She pointed at him. “You are a bad driver.”

Tony clenched his jaw and glared at her. In a carefully controlled tone, he said, “A thief totaled it during a police chase.”

“Oh, well, that is why you have insurance, yes?” She looked at him with a glimmer of sympathy, and he realized for the first time how attractive she was.

Giving her a quick once over, his thoughts immediately snapped back to his car insurance. He scrubbed a hand over his face, remembering the paper work, the red tape, the endless phone calls, the burning hoops of fire they had made him jump through to get the money they owed him according to his policy.

She shrugged. “It looks like an old car.”

He held up a finger, the tension in his neck building. “It’s a classic car.”

She made a face. “What is the difference?”

His eyes widened, mouth open, yet at a loss for words. This was insult to injury. Definitely a pain in the butt.

“I will back up my car,” she said, “to get a better idea of the damage.”

Gut churning, he held up a hand. “No no no no, we’re filling out the paper work first.”

She glanced away, then stepped in closer. “I was hoping we could,” she looked him up and down, and  bit her bottom lip, “skip the paper work.”

Narrowing his eyes at her, he opened the right side of his jacket, exposing his badge and gun. “I’m a cop,” he said matter-of-factly.

Her gaze flitted down once more, a dangerous look appeared in her eyes. “Nice gun.”

She licked her lips, and a knot tightened in his stomach.

“I bet you impress a lot of women with that,” she raised her eyebrows, “or men.”

Tony’s brow furrowed as he let his jacket fall back into place. Technically he was off-duty, but this wasn’t the first time someone had tried to flirt their way out of trouble.

“Miss-“

“Ziva,” she said abruptly, stepping into his personal space.

He did not like this. He inhaled sharply through his nose, a delicate, tropical fragrance clouding his mind momentarily. The deep and mysterious look in her eyes would’ve made Jules Verne’s head spin. It was certainly making his head spin. Or maybe that was a concussion.

Tony blinked slowly. Oh no, he did not like this, at all.

She pulled out her phone. “I know some people who can repair your car in no time.” And before he could comment, she was focused on the conversation in rapid-fire Hebrew. Cradling the phone against her shoulder, she fished a pen out of her pocket, grabbed his left hand and began writing.

The warmth of her hand, combined with the almost tickling sensation of the pen moving over the back of his hand, sent a tingle down his spine. He inhaled deeply, itching for another whiff of, what was that, coconut? Vanilla?

Ziva looked up at him abruptly, a dark twinkle in her eyes.

Tony swallowed hard, as she continued the conversation, never breaking eye contact. The tip of the pen had long left his skin, but for some unknown reason her hand hadn’t. Not that he was complaining.

She ended the conversation with one of the few Hebrew words he knew, and pocketed the phone and pen. “Meet me here,” she held up his hand, “in an hour.”

He glanced at the address, rough part of town. Busted a chop shop there two months ago. Didn’t quite go as planned.

“Do I need to remind you I’m a cop?”

“I would not mind checking out your gun again,” she said in a smoky voice, “as a reminder.”

Her thumb ever so lightly caressed the back of his hand. Or maybe that was just his imagination, heightened senses, rushing adrenaline, car crashes, and all that will do that to you. Not to mention beautiful, mysterious women that change their mood like a weathervane.

“Why don’t you want fill out the paperwork?”

“It is such a, how do you say, pain in the button?”

Tony shook his head slightly. “Butt.”

“But what?”

“No,” he pointed at his backside, “butt, double t.”

Ziva’s eyebrows squished together. “You want to show me your butt?”

Tony opened his mouth, then stopped short. His instinct had been right, she was an absolute pain in the butt.

He rubbed his brow with his free hand, becoming vaguely aware of a headache. “Are you in the country legally?”

She shrugged, holding his gaze. “Legally enough.”

Tony leaned in closer, and stared at her fixedly. “Do you have any idea how shady you sound?”

Ziva tilted her head, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “I have an idea about how intrigued you are.”

He stood up straight, and wrinkled his nose.

Ziva chuckled, let go of his hand, and patted his cheek. “Do not worry, I will not let anything happen to you.”

Tony licked his lips. Either his car would be fixed by the end of the evening, or both he and the car would end up disassembled for parts. Maybe he should let his partner know where he was going. Wait, when had he decided he was going?

Ziva walked backwards towards her car, holding up a finger. “One hour.”

He glanced at the address again, mind racing, and offhandedly said, “It’s a date.”

The wide smile Ziva sent him made his stomach do somersaults.

“Only if you bring flowers,” she said, and winked, before disappearing inside the Mini.

Tony cocked his head. Beautiful women always knew how to get his motor running. Through the windshield he watched her rip out the deflated airbag, casually throwing it on the passenger seat, as if she had done so a dozen times before. He pursed his lips, beautiful women with a dangerous edge shifted his motor into higher gear.

“I’m not sure your car is safe to drive,” he called out to her.

Ziva popped her head through the door window, amused look on her face. “I have driven worse.”

The Mini’s engine roared to life, as Tony’s mind tried to hold on to this roller coaster of a conversation. “What?”

The Mini backed up, and with unnecessary speed, and far too little distance, sped past him, making him jump back against the side of his car.

He ran a hand through his already tousled hair. “Crazy chick.”

Once seated in the driver’s seat, he checked his watch, and mumbled, “I wonder if Walmart has any fresh flowers left.”

tagging @ziva-david​, @indestinatus​, @benedettabeby​, @hopeless-nostalgiac​

#tiva fanfiction #tiva #my fanfiction #i'm seriously gonna have to start reading more than two short fanfics a year if i want to keep writing #i feel like i'm getting dumber by the day

[childofsolace-write-ups]

Here's a little sneak peek to the fic I'm working on right now...

This is when Jamie comes into my Httyd AU series. I'm not posting in on Ao3 until the whole thing is done, and this is the only time I'm posting a sneak peek of it. The next time this would be seen, hopefully, it would be in Ao3 and completed. Still waiting for the poll results that will help me decide if I'll make it a one chapter thing or if it will be a multichap.

Either way, it will be completed.

If you want to wait for the complete version to read it, then there's no need to click 'keep reading' at the undercut.

It was another regular day. The Vikings of Berk were still stubborn yet resilient at the varying weather condition of dry cold to freezing cold, the young of these folks can be angels and devils depending on their moods, and the dragons still raise havoc. However, instead of anger and fear, the people react in fond exasperation.

"Brass!"

"Copper!"

"There's hardly a freaking difference!" Jack exasperated, putting down a newly crafted pick axe that Gobber had him make. Honestly, these days, he thought watching the younger children of Berk was a lot less aggravating. "Don't you two have anything better to do than argue and having me caught up in the middle?"

Aster and Gobber looked at him, opening their mouths to answer.

"No, don't answer, I don't really care; It's my break." Overhead, Jack saw the familiar sight of a dark mass with a boy on top of it. "Just in time," he grinned, grabbing his weapon staff before jumping on some nearby barrels and crates. "Over here, Hic!"

Aster held out a hand towards him, "Wait Jack," he scowled, "We're not done here!"

"I am!" Jack gave him a salute, his arm stretched up just in time for Toothless to fly by to grab it. As soon as his barefeet left the roof's surface, he used the curved part of his staff as leverage to flip over and take space on the saddle right behind Hiccup. "Thanks Hic, you saved me from another tug-of-war match with those two."

Hiccup chuckled, "Anything for you, snowflake." he smiled and blushed when Jack kissed him on the cheek for that response.

Jack laughed as a response to the thrilling belly flops he felt as Hiccup continued to soar higher to the sky, and further from the island and the village. He noted that there were some ships heading for the island, but he could see there were mostly people in civilian clothes so he didn't have to worry about it being an attack.

Even if it were, they'd be pretty foolish to attack Berk. After a few encounters with the Outcasts and Berserker alike, (plus kidnap attempts that annoyed Jack to no end, Hiccup more so since it's his boyfriend that got taken more often) Jack's pretty sure word's spread that they were working together with dragons, so the dragons were under their protection and vice versa. Stoick's still hoping they can come to a peaceful resolution with the Berserkers, since the previous chief was an old friend, but that still remained to be seen.

In any case, Jack figured that whoever these people were, they just might be some sort of business partners of Aster. It wouldn't be the first time the man didn't need to leave since the restock of supplies would be coming to him. Although usually, the island would make a day out of it where they would put up stalls or tents and there would be a bazaar for about a week.

Hiccup started to undo the security lock from the prosthetic pedal. "All right bud, you ready?"

Toothless made a  growl in affirmation.

"Wait, wait," Jack balked, "Can't we just enjoy flying without you doing..." he wasn't able to finish as Hiccup leaned more to the side before willingly falling off the dragon. "that..." He groaned, before crouching low to hang on for dear life... Literally.

As Toothless allowed himself to be taken by gravity, unable to continue his flight path without Hiccup's assistance, Jack grimaced and clenched his teeth. Much as he liked to scream, as would be the natural response, the last time Hiccup did this, a flock of birds were nearby and one of them pooped, nearly into his mouth. That said, it landed at his lower cheek and missed his mouth by only a few inches.

Just before they hit the water below, Hiccup angled himself just so and easily got his prosthetic re-attached to its pedal lock of Toothless' saddle and they glided through the surface, water splashing in the process, before taking back to the sky.

"Yeah!" Hiccup laughed as they were high enough to be amongst the clouds again, "I'd say that went about smoothly this time around, too."

Jack huffed, repositioning his staff that went an awkward angle during the crouch, before wrapping his arms around Hiccup's torso. "Maybe from where you're sitting," he shook his head, "And must you do that so frequently?"

"C'mon, it's exciting." Hiccup smirked, nudging Jack the best he could from where he sat. "some part of you has got to admit that it was awesome."

"Yeah, sure." Jack deadpanned, "Only about the thirteenth time, this week alone, you jumped off of Toothless for a thrilling free fall, that almost stopped my heart, without warning."

"If you give it a try..."

"I may now be less terrified of the sea, or bodies of water in general, but that doesn't mean it's going to hurt less when I hit the surface from this height."

Hiccup rolled his eyes, "You're not going to hit it." he said, "I'll catch you."

"Raincheck," Jack said with a smirk, "now I think we're going a little too slow for a Night fury, don't you think Toothless?"

Toothless what might be his version of a laugh, before zooming quickly through the skies.

Back at Berk, Aster and Stoick went to welcome some people docking in port.

A couple of months before, Aster left Berk to barter more items that could be traded. Ever since the island started caring for dragons, he had more business. To that end, the trader needed to restock his wares more often. In one of the island he frequented, a village there was ransacked by wild dragons that didn't seem to know about Berk being a safe haven for them. Not that the island could house every single dragon in the world, of course.

Aster had some good friends in that village though, and he requested Stoick to give some of them temporary refuge while they rebuild their village.

Though, there was one particular family wanted to live in Berk at the request of their one and only son. The boy was adopted because the couple couldn't have children, and rarely asked them for anything. So, when he actually did, it's usually given to him. Stoick was a bit on the fence, but Aster did tell him it was only one family who wanted to move in permanently. Plus, the one that would could open a tavern in Berk so there would be more options for good meals and drinks.

"Does Jack know I'm arriving today?" A young boy about Jack's age, only a year younger, came on port and walked on the gangplank towards Aster. He was visibly excited and nervous at the same time. "Is he here, too?" he looked past the tall man's shoulder, as if Jack would be behind him for a surprise greeting.

Aster chuckled at his amusement, "I haven't told him about it, Jamie. Wanted it to be a surprise," he smirked, "Serves the boy right for pulling a big one on me two months ago."

#Htty AU #Hiccup Haddock #Jackson Overland #HiJack #Jamie Bennette #E. Aster Bunnymund

[mystic-ocs]

Welcome to Mystic

Word Count: 2,158

TW: Guns, violence

Two years.

Two years, she’d known something was amiss about the way the organization handled things. She’d been part of it for nearly her entire adult life. One of her wives had grown up in it. Her children had grown up in it. That alone was enough for her to give it the benefit of the doubt, but when she’d risen through the ranks enough to be given an assignment that required killing children, she’d known something was wrong.

Vampire or not, a sixteen year old didn’t deserve to die just because of what they were. She’d always questioned the unrepentant hatred the organization had for vampires, but it wasn’t until she looked into the dark eyes of a cowering teenager, a teenager her own children’s age, that she’d realized just how wrong it was.

So instead, she’d ordered the child to leave through the window and sprinkled blood in the area to make it look like she’d attacked the kid and he ran off. She got reprimanded for leaving a witness, but that was better than the alternative.

(Sometimes, she wondered what had happened to him. Did he get away to live peacefully somewhere else, or did the organization get to him despite her efforts?)

A week prior, she’d been given an assignment to kill a nest of vampires, though when she looked into the situation personally, she hadn’t seen anything amiss and had instead worked through the underground network to alert the nest that an attack was coming. Unfortunately for her, she hadn’t realized the higher ups were getting suspicious and had laid a trap. A trap that she fell right into.

She curses herself for not seeing it coming as she fights a man she’d once called a friend. She ducks under his blade and conjures a trio of ice daggers, launching each one at nonlethal spots on his body. He dodges two, but the third embeds itself into his thigh. She has it explode, leaving icy bits of shrapnel behind. He won’t be able to walk on that leg for a while. One down.

She turns and runs, hearing the sound of gunshots firing behind her. Her heart skips a beat. If she dies here, her wives will never know the truth of what happened to her. She refuses to die here. A bullet embeds itself into her shoulder.

She refuses to die here.

She channels her magic to her feet, leaving bits of ice behind her, and hears someone slam into a wall as she skids around a corner. Good. Two down.

The last remaining person is the trickiest though. She hears a bullet whiz past her ear, feels blood drip down the side of it. The next time, she might not be so lucky.

She runs down the final corridor, turning just enough to see where her purserer is. A gun is pointed her way. She elects to focus on running instead. It’s tempting to try and impair them in some way as well, but she knows this man. He’s the same rank as her within the organization and a crack shot to boot. The fact that he’d hit her ear instead of her head is a miracle. If he were a better sniper, she’d be dead.

She bursts through the front doors and makes a beeline for her car. As she slides in the driver’s seat, she ducks down, glass windows shattering as bullets rush over her head. She curses, both herself and the car for not starting faster. Once it does, she sits up and presses her foot to the gas pedal, peeling out at high speeds.

Thank the gods for combative driving classes.

She arrives at her own house an hour later–a trip that should have taken at least twice that–and wakes her wives. “We need to go,” she says curtly, hyperaware that any minute now, someone will come here looking for her. If they find anyone here…

She shakes the thought away as Ione asks, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

“It was a trap.” She throws the first thing she grabs from their closet at them. Her shoulder hurts like a bitch, but she ignores it for the time being. It could be healed later, when they weren’t in danger. “Get dressed. Wake the kids. We need to run.”

Rayne’s breath hitches. “Oh, gods.”

She throws a suitcase at her. “Help me pack. Quickly. They’ll be here any minute now.”

Rayne jumps from the bed to ruffle through their things, grabbing Zahara’s medicine and a few heirlooms to toss into the case. Meanwhile, she hears Ione’s rapid footsteps leaving their bedroom to wake the children. The fact that neither stopped to insist on healing her says they understand just how dire the situation is.

Gods, the children. Zahara, Ione, and Rayne had done their absolute best to keep knowledge of what was happening–that their mom was technically a spy–from the kids, but now it was going to come out, and she was scared of what that would mean.

She sighs as she pulls into her stepmother-in-law’s driveway and exits the vehicle, looking over her shoulder cautiously as Ione and Rayne usher the children inside their grandparents’ house. No one seemed to have followed them, but her in-laws were well known among the organization. It wouldn’t be long before someone thought to look here as well, but hopefully, they could rest here for a bit and plot out their next course of action before that happened.

She enters the modest house last, shutting and locking the door behind her. It wouldn’t do much to stall anyone, but at least it was something. Rayne had told her parents about the situation two years ago in anticipation of something like this happening. Zahara had hoped it never would, that she, Ione, and Inez would find a way to take it down from the inside before that happened, but that hope was in vain.

Zahara runs her fingers through her hair. “I don’t know yet. It’s not safe here, but-”

“Where are you going to go now?” Rayne's father, Dean, asks after everything has been explained. Seraphina, Rayne’s stepmother, is frowning thoughtfully.

“What about my hometown?” Seraphina asks.

The trio look between each other as they process what she’s offering. “I mean, that… could work for now. Where are you from?” Ione replies for all of them.

Seraphina makes a noise of amusement. “It’s a little safe haven called Mystic, Vermont.”

“Ver-Vermont?” Zahara exclaims. “Do you have any idea how long it’d take to get there from here?”

“Yes, but it’s a safe haven. A refuge. Whatever you want to call a place that hides magical beings in situations like this.”

Well. That certainly changed things. “A safe haven.”

Seraphina nods. “My parents used to run a shelter for people running from Hunters.”

Zahara glances at the other two. “That could certainly work. Where’s the border? How do we get in?”

Seraphina pulls up a map of the state and points toward the general area that the town was contained within. To Zahara, and according to the map, it looks like a state park, which was a common cover for places like this. Supposedly Yellowstone contained one too, but Zahara had no idea where it was. The organization had been trying to find it for decades but to no avail.

“When you’ve been driving down this road about twenty minutes, stop. That should put you right over the border, and someone will come to investigate. All you have to do then is explain your case.”

“Are you sure someone will come to investigate?”

“Absolutely. It’s the best known safe haven in the Northeast, so they’re used to situations like this. For a time, I even worked border duty and helped people like you.”

Zahara looks at her wives again, both of whom look inclined to accept the suggestion. “It’ll take over two days to drive there, and that’s if we do it straight through with as few breaks as humanly possible.”

“Do you know of a closer one?” Ione asks.

“... No.” Places like that, safe havens for magical beings, went to great lengths to keep their locations secret from things like the organization. And for good reason. The fact that Seraphina not only knew where one was but had lived there… oh, if only they knew.

“Mystic, it is,” Rayne says.

Two days later and Zahara’s about ready to pull all her hair out. As much as she loved her family, spending two days in a car with them while in a hypervigilant state was exhausting. If Anatole in particular didn’t shut up about his girlfriend back home in Washington, she was going to explode.

It didn’t help that traveling as a visibly queer family was terrifying, even if they were in the supposedly more accepting northern part of the country. She passed well enough at this point that her transness wasn’t as big of an issue as it would’ve been when she was a younger woman, but it was still terrifying to stop for bathroom breaks in unfamiliar towns.

By the time they reach the point Seraphina talked about, Zahara is tired, irritable, and in urgent need of a restroom but hesitant to stop anywhere when they’re so close to their destination. She drives the required twenty minutes and stops, ignoring how her bladder pulses. This was fine. She could handle this. She’d handled worse.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for someone to appear. The person who appears is young, maybe a couple years older than Anatole and Eleni, and clearly bored by the whole thing. Zahara steps out of the car to greet him. “Hello. My name is Zahara, this,” she gestures toward everyone in the car, “is my family. We’d like to see shelter within Mystic’s wards.”

The boy sighs, pulling out a clipboard. “What are you running from?”

Zahara hesitates, wondering if the truth was in her best interests right now. “It’s mostly just referred to as the Organization.”

The boy looks at his clipboard then back at her. “Uh, this… you… uh, one moment please.” He disappears behind the invisible wards, and Zahara curses her luck. So despite being more prominent on the west coast, the organization still had people here living in fear as well.

Twenty long, agonizing minutes later, a woman appears from the wards. She’s older, probably in her 50s or 60s if Zahara had to guess, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail and unique violet eyes. Zahara exits the car. 

“Are you Zahara?” The woman asks.

“I am. These are my wives, in name if not legality, and my children,” she explains, gesturing at the car.

“My name is Helena Ravenwood. I’m the mayor of this town.” Good gods, a mention of the organization was enough to draw out the mayor? “I hear you're having issues with a certain organization.”

Zahara nods, shifting in place as her bladder continues to demand attention. As a soldier, she hates herself for fidgeting in the first place, but gods, does she hope this won’t last too long. “Yes, ma’am. I…” she sighs. “I was part of it until I found out it’s corrupt and doing more harm than good. When they realized I was no longer loyal to the cause, they tried to kill me. I was hoping your town would be a refuge for me. For my family.”

“You understand that the organization you speak of is incredibly powerful, yes? Who’s to say this isn’t just a ruse to get us to allow your kind inside?”

That’s… annoyingly fair. “I understand your concern, but I assure you if I were trying for something like that, do you really think I’d bring my whole family? My underage children?”

Helena wavers. “I don’t know you.”

Also, annoyingly fair. “I understand that, but I need you to understand that I’m just a woman with her family seeking refuge from a dangerous organization that wants me dead.” And a trans-friendly bathroom, but that can come later.

Helena runs her fingers through her hair, pulling a few strands loose from her ponytail. “Letting you in is a risk, but I suppose if you really are on their hit list coming here was a risk for you as well.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Zahara can see the indecision in Helena’s eyes, torn between protecting her town and living up to the rules set forth by an ancestor to always welcome magical beings in need. “Please.”

She closes her eyes with a sigh. “Please don’t make me regret this.” With that, Helena steps back and places her hands against an invisible barrier. A series of colorful runes spring forth, many archaic ones that Zahara’s never seen before, going about ten feet up and around before stopping. As they disappear, Zahara can see a bustling town within. “Welcome to Mystic. Stop once your car is inside, and I’ll help you find a place to stay.”

#writing #zahara

[sleepy-achilles]

The Family Of Destruction- Leon's first death.

Its in the title, so obviously read with cation

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Taker didn't think Leon's life could get any worse. He was the youngest active wrestler at fifteen after he tag teamed with his father. He was a face shown on TV since he was born. He got his first belt at 19, his first scar at 16, has been seening ghosts since he was 5 and now at 20? He's about to have his first of many deaths.

Taker didn't know what to think when he saw Paul with kane again. He knew it'd bring trouble but he didn't think it'd be this bad.

"Daddy whats going to happen?" Cassie asks. "Nothing baby girl, because we are gonna get there and save the day before anything can" taker promises. Shawn, John and Leon are home whilst cassie and taker were at the arena. Cassie was a lot luckier than Leon, she wasn't put on TV until she became a active wrestler and leons manager years later, but she still loved to help backstage.

Taker wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to them. He should of warned Shawn that Paul was back. He should of done something. Taker grabbed cassie and raced home the moment Paul sent him a text with the simple phrase deja vu. Taker wasn't stupid, the moment kane returned from the dead it became clear what happened that day in his youth. The day his family was ripped away from him. He wasn't going to let that happen again. His eyes lock with cassie who's face is full of worried. He wouldn't let his kids suffer the same fate he did.

"Oh god" cassie gasps. Taker looks forward and his heart stops. He slams his foot down on the pedal as the flames burn higher.

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"Shawn!" "Papa!" John and Leon call. "Im stuck!" Shawn's voice echos down the hall. Leon presses the wet flannel to John's mouth. "What about you?" John muffles as they make their way deeper into the burning house. "Ill never die, I'm invincible" Leon smirks. John rolls his eyes as they reach shawns room. "Stand back!" Leon yells.

Shawns eyes widen, his face covered by the crook of his arm. The room burns away him as he steps back as far as he can. "Go!" He chokes out. The door flies off its hinges to reveal Leon and John. Leon throws the wet flannel at shawn. Shawn catches it and places it over his mouth. "Get outside and phone for help. I'll get charlie" Leon orders before running off. "Leon!" Shawn cries. John grabs Shawn and forces him outside.

Both men fall to the grass and begin choking for air. John looks back at the burning house and his eyes widen as Charlie trots around the house towards them. "Leon" he gasps. "John no!" Shawn cries reaching for the younger as he suddenly darts in. Shawn goes to follow but the doorway collapses. His eyes widen in fear as he suddenly pulls his phone out and calls for help. It's also when he hears takers truck turn up.

"Shawn!" "Papa!" Taker and cassie both gasp as they tackle him into a hug. "John and Leon are still inside!" Shawn cries. Taker stares at the house. A sudden panic filling him. He can't breathe, can't hear. Is this a panic attack? Is this how Shawn feels? Taker clutches at his chest and hunches over, tears building in his eyes. "Dad? Dad!" Cassie gasps. Shawn looks at him and it hits him. "Oh god..Paul.. " Shawn whispers. Paul took his family once with fire and now he's trying to do it again. The same house and everything. Takers suffering from ptsd. Shawn hands the phone to cassie. "Speak to the woman. Tell her what's going on and that they need to hurry" Shawn orders. Cassie nods and moves back.

Shawn cups takers face, forcing him to look at him. "Breathe. I-john and Leon need you to breathe" Shawn tells him gently. Taker grasps his wrists with shakey hands. "I-i ca-cant not-not again" he whimpers. "I know" Shawn whispers looking back at the house. 'Cmon boys' Shawn prays to himself.

-

"Leon!" John yells before covering his mouth. John pauses as the house crumbles and groans. John's eyes widen as it starts to fall apart. As debris falls John is pushed out of the way. He grunts as he hits the floor. "And who said I couldn't take on the champ?" Leon teases. "Not funny. Let's go, Charlie's outside" John grits. Leon helps him up with a wince. "You good?" John asks. "Fine. Let's go" Leon smiles leading John towards one of the windows. "Found it clear as day. Cmon" Leon tells him. "God aren't we lucky?" John sighs as Leon opens the window. John winces as his skin hisses. John goes first and once he lands he hears a crash.

"Leon!" John yells looking back at the window. He doesn't wait long until Leon's jumping out. "Thank god" John sighs squeezing Leon's shoulder before turning towards the front. "We should tell the others we're fine-leon?" John turns back to see Leon looking down. "Lee?" John asks moving closer. Leon looks up, tears staining his face as he opens his cupped hands. John's eyes widen at the metal pole sticking through Leon's chest. "W-wh-how? Leon!" John yells rushing forward, catching him as he falls. "No no no, HELP! I NEED HELP!" John yells as he lowers them both to the ground.

"P-paul" Leon whispers. John looks back in time to see the shadowy figure disappearing into the woods. "It'll be okay. You'll never die, your invincible" John whispers looking back at Leon. He doesn't know what to do. Leon just smiles at him. "Leon? HELP! SHAWN! HELP PLEASE!" John screams as tears rush down his face.

-

"-HELP! SHAWN! HELP PLEASE!" Shawn looks towards the house. "John? John!" Shawn calls. The pure fear in John's voice seems to snap taker out of it. "John?" Taker gasps. Charlie growls and runs towards the side of the house. "Cassie stay here and wait for the firefighters" Shawn orders as Taker runs after the dog. Cassie nods quickly as shawn follows.

He runs straight into takers back. "Taker?" Shawn begins. "Shawn..go back" Taker whispers. "What? Taker-" Shawn tries to move past him but Taker won't let him. Taker turns and grabs Shawn's shoulders. "Go back, please." Taker orders. Shawn stares at him before shoving past him. Taker hunches over, defeated as shawn let's out a scream of pure fear and pain. "LEON!"

John squeezes his eyes shut as shawn cries. Leon's head limp against his chest.

Shawn grabs at Leon with shakey hands. "Leon? Leon! Please! B-baby please!" Shawn cries. He looks at the pole and the blood caking Leon's shirt. "No..no..NO!" Shawn cries. He rests his head against Leon's as he closes his eyes.

Taker suddenly fills with anger as he watches the trio. Paul had just fucked with him for the last time. Paul would regret the day he even decided to paint a target on his family. He glances at Charlie who's growling and barking at the woods. "A battle for another day." Taker tells him quietly. Charlie looks at him and huffs.

"A war has begun."

------------------------------------------------------------------Notes

If you couldn't tell, I'm ill. I make them suffer when I'm ill. I also got let go from work. Which i knew was happening as the company was closing, I just didn't know it'd be after working a week and three days. So yeah. Fuck me I guess.

I will do a Leon's revival fic even if people don't want it because he's a lil shit who'd just turn up like nothing happened.

Also ptsd taker? Yes please. We all know he'd be against fire but the moment he sees his family home on fire? Again? With his family inside? Oh please.

I normally torture Shawn and Leon this bad, time taker had some.

Also sorry John.

This whole fic was a dream I had last night and well John was the main guy in it.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #john cena #paul bearer #kane #oc characters #leon michaels #cassidy michaels #charlie doggo #the family of destruction fics #the family of destruction