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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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Bonfires (NSFW Max Verstappen + Reader)

My first Formula 1 fic! Listen, I know not everyone likes Max. If ya don’t, just don’t read it, thanks!

“There’s our champion!”

The Red Bull Racing team roared with cheers as Max approached the beach, his team gathered around a raging fire. You walked alongside him, beaming with pride. His win today had nearly secured him the championship; he only needed one more first place finish to clinch it. You had nearly jumped into his arms when he came back to the paddock, instead opting to a less intimate hug.

“Cheers to you, friend!” Daniel called, holding out a shot. Max grinned and swiped it from his teammate’s hand, downing it in the blink of an eye. He looked back at you, unfiltered joy in his eyes. Max grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the circle of bodies surrounding the fire.

Mechanics and engineers slapped him on the back, high fived him, and offered him shots. He took most of them, a buzz already starting to form. Unable to hold your thoughts in any longer, you went up on your tiptoes and kissed Max’s cheek. He froze, eyes going wide.

Max never showed any sort of public affection, not once in the two years you had been dating. He didn’t want anyone’s nose in his business. You couldn’t blame him for that. You weren’t a secret; the press knew about your relationship, but some things were better left private.

“I’m sorry,” You stammered, “I was just so proud of you and I couldn’t-”

He cut you off with a proper kiss, his friends whooping as he dipped you back. His tongue swiped over your lower lip once before he pulled away, face lit up with a smile. The world narrowed to just the two of you. You breathed him in, the alcohol on his breath mingling with the musk of his cologne.

“You have no idea how much that means to me,” Max murmured, swallowing thickly.

“Well then I guess I need to say it more then,” You replied, smiling softly.

Max laughed, leading you to a bench before the fire. “Glad you two finally decided to stop sucking face and join us,” Daniel teased, shooting you a wink. You winked back, absolutely giddy. Over the years, you and Daniel had become fast friends. He was the one that encouraged you to tell Max about your crush, knowing that Max had felt the same way.

When Max was distracted, Daniel raised a brow and clasped his hands together. His eyes flicked between you and Max, and you shook your head. You didn’t want to push him outside of his comfort zone too quickly. Daniel shrugged, then mouthed I’ll help.

Max slung an arm around your shoulder as he threw his head back and laughed at whatever Christian had said. It was a cackling, unusual sound that caught you off guard. Max was rarely so at ease; even less so in public. When you were alone, he had learned it was safe to let down his walls and let you see the raw, vulnerable parts of him, but anywhere else it was hard to get him to show any sliver of his true self.

But you saw Max in that laugh. Not Max the Formula 1 future world champion, but the Max you had fallen in love with. Your stomach fluttered, your focus entirely on the lines of his face crinkled with laughter. He took a swig from his red cup and finally noticed you staring.

“Can I help you?” He asked, blue eyes shining like the ocean a few meters away. You were vaguely aware of Daniel turning his attention to someone else, letting the two of you have a moment.

You glanced at the arm still around you. “You feeling alright?” You joked, trying to break the tension. You knew he was drunk, but you had barely had a sip yourself. One of you had to keep a clear head, or who knew what sort of trouble you two would wind up in.

“Of course I am,” He murmured, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. A flush crept into your cheeks, hidden from the others by the warm glow of the fire.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Daniel called. The two of you immediately glanced up at him, Daniel amused that his name calling worked. “The rest of us are heading out to the bar. Make sure you douse the fire before you head in for the night, yeah?”

“I’ll make sure of it,” You told him, adding a silent thank you. Daniel gave you a knowing grin before heading back to the house. Leave it to Daniel to be the perfect wingman.

You settled against Max’s shoulder, the crashing waves and crackling flames the only sound. The full moon hung low in the sky, casting a white glow over the water. You slid a hand to rest on Max’s thigh, heart pounding. Even years later, it never got quieter when you were around him.

His hand slipped from your shoulder to your hip, thumb slipping under your shirt to rub circles on your skin. Sparks zinged where skin met skin, sending a thrill up your spine.

Slipping into Dutch, he murmured, “Ik hou van je.” I love you.

Neither of you ever said ‘I love you’ in english. It became a game between the two of you to see who could find the most ridiculous words to express your love. You changed it up before nearly every race, and Max thought of it as a good luck ritual. The press loved it too, as it added yet another layer of mystery to your relationship.

Now wasn’t the time to play that game though. Max’s free hand cradled your chin, pulling your face up to his. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, his gaze falling to your mouth as you whispered, “Ik hou van je.”

He crashed into you like waves on the shore, teeth and tongues clashing. Your hand danced along his thigh, his along your back. You didn’t care that anyone could look out and see the two of you. Your head was spinning, content to be wrapped up in Max forever.

“Closer,” Max murmured against your lips, strong hands gripping your thighs and pulling you into his lap to straddle him. Your fingers went to tangle in his hair, chest heaving. HIs lips left yours, tracing a path down your jaw.

“Should we move this party inside?” You asked, gasping when his teeth grazed your neck.

Max looked up at you with a wild grin. “I could take you right here.”

“Max!” You chided, heat rising to your cheeks. You knew he wouldn’t hesitate to make good on the promise, his hardness already pressing into you.

“What?” He asked, utterly innocent. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t want me to.” A hand found its way into your shorts, his touch teasingly light.

“I-” The breath was snatched from your lungs as he brushed your center. His head fell forward at the wetness soaking your panties. The fire had eddied to embers, leaving nothing but the moon lighting the planes of his face as he again looked at you. He may have been drunk, but the intent was clear in his eyes.

Max withdrew his hand, not heeding your protests. “What’ll it be? Out here,” He asked, hand cupping your ass, “Or at the house?”

The thought of sand in unsavory places was almost enough to kill the mood. You leaned in to nip at his lower lip. “Take me to bed, loverboy.”

That same wild grin flashed as he stood, taking you with him. Your ankles crossed behind his back, unwilling to yield an inch of contact between the two of you as he carried you inside. Thanks to Daniel, the rented beach house was empty; the temporary occupants off to get further drunk to celebrate Max’s win. If anyone asked where he was, Daniel would cover for him.

Holding your weight with one arm, he opened the door to his room. He set you down, taking your suitcases off the bed. Before he could grab it, you picked up his backup helmet and turned it over in your hands. The helmet usually stayed with the car, but for whatever reason Max hadn’t wanted to let it go after his win. It carried a faint aroma of sweat and race fuel, bringing back the image of Max on the podium earlier that day.

“Should I wear it?”

You laughed at the absurdity of the idea, setting it on the nightstand. “As much as I would probably enjoy it, I would rather see your face.” You ran a finger over his cheekbone, Max’s eyes sliding shut at the touch. His hands settled on your hips, breathing heavy.

Your finger made it as far as his jaw before his hand snapped up to grab your wrist. His eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide as he walked you back until he had you caged against the wall. Your heart beat against your ribs so hard it threatened to burst.

“Say it again,” He asked. There was a demand in his eyes, even though his voice was rough. You knew exactly which words he craved; which ones he wanted to fall from your lips.

“I,” You started, relishing the way his grip on your wrist tightened as he pinned it over your head, “Am proud of you, Max Verstappen.” Your other wrist joined the first, his head tipped so your lips just brushed. “My future world champion.”

The possessiveness in your voice was his undoing. He surged forward, tongue sweeping into your mouth as his body pressed against yours. Any previous softness had evaporated and had been replaced by his usual dominance.

“Mine,” You murmured again and were rewarded with a guttural sound dragging from his throat. He pulled your shirt over your head, then tore off his own. He paused to drink in the sight of you half bare before him, eyes glazed with more than alcohol.

“You just gonna stand there all night long or are you gonna fuck me?”

“I’m getting there,” He promised, stepping back and out of his shorts and boxers. It was your turn to stare as he took his cock in his hand, stroking it gently.

“Max,” You whimpered, knees trembling.

“Shorts off,” He commanded, tone leaving no room for debate. You obeyed, taking your time. Max licked his lips, watching every move. He moved quickly, once more pinning you against the wall. The tip of his cock brushed your stomach. The thought of him moving inside you had your eyelids fluttering shut and arching your back, desperate for any sort of contact.

“I am yours,” Max promised, shifting so his cock nudged at your entrance. “And you…” He paused, rolling his hips and causing you to gasp. “You’re the reason I have anything to give in the first place.”

He slammed into you, letting out a breathless moan as he gave you a moment to adjust. God, his cock filled you so fucking perfectly. Max gripped your hips to keep you steady as he pounded into you. Your head emptied of anything outside this room, a hand clamping over your mouth to keep the curses back.

“Let me hear you,” He demanded, ripping your hand away.

“Fuck! Fuck, Max, don’t stop,” You breathed, utterly unable to form a coherent thought. All that mattered was him having his way with you, the way his eyes lit up when you said his name.

“There’s my good girl,” He purred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Long gone were the days that he was hesitant with you. He knew what you wanted, knew how to make you squirm. He had memorized every line of your body, worshipping your body like your release was the only victory he had ever desired.

He flicked the mound between your legs with a practiced move, causing you to cry out. Max’s thrusts intensified, knowing you were close. Your breathing grew ragged, nails dragging across his back as that knot in your stomach tightened.

“Max, please-”

“Yes,” He rumbled, his permission finally sending you tumbling over the edge to orgasm. Legs shaking, Max held you steady as he gave a few more quick thrusts, finally pulling out to spill himself on your stomach.

“Bet you’re proud of that too,” He said between breaths.

You laugh, still lost in your bliss. “Actually, yeah. Yeah I am. I’m proud of everything about you Max Verstappen, but especially the sex.”

Max retrieved a warm wash cloth to clean you up with and grinned. “Fancy another go then?”

You threw your arms around his neck, enthralled by the notion that you landed him. “Only if you promise to win next weekend for me.”

“Deal.”

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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I know is still early as hell. But when mother's day come around, hopefully, my country will be out of quarentine. And I will be super busy.

So. I noticed that you all like a Chisaki who begrudily shows his emotions. So why not?

Btw, the character might be a bit OOc on this one. Sorry about that and stay safe.

Mother's day...

His chest was enveloped by that tightness and bitter sweet sensation as he watched the outdoors, propagandas, and the worst, kids and other people celebrating on the fucking street with the person who brought them to this disgusting word.

Some had the luxury of having good parents right when born. Those spoiled bastards like the heroes surely didn't know what torture people had been through, more specifically the ones who didn't belonged to that word, the ones abandoned on the darkness... which hero would come to there anyway?

Heck, even in the fucking yakusa some had their parents who didn't treated them like shit.

To say the least. Father and Mother's day... wasn't a very found date of his.

He just had this eyes full of pure pain and not so great nostalgia. Memories of his past coming back like some type of torturous flash... the beating, the yelling... everything.

Pops did his best through the years to make some change of it. But with no success.

He walked past the door of his home, shoulders feeling like he was carrying the world on his back and head throbbing with a headache.

"You're back Kai!" A soft voice brought him back to reality as he merely gave a blank loook at his girlfriend, walling towards him with that smile.

He only nodded at her, not noticing her eyebrows furrowing in worry bit brushing it off as his usual attitude.

"I.. I'm going to go visit my mother for a bit." His heart seemed to sand at that, but his face didn't even twitched "If you want, you can come-"

"No." Simple and short was his answer, no harshness or annoyance on his tone, only... empytiness, lifting his gloved hand up and lowering after it with a sigh "Have a good day, careful when you come back...will you?" He said in a broken and flat tone as he walked past you.

Your worry only grew at seing that he didn't entered his office like usual, but the bedrock instead... you knew what this was all about, yet you couldn't stop over worrying about him..

You sighed as your phone buzzed, your mother worried why you were taking so long as you got out of the house with other plans in your head besides seing your mom...

His back rested on the mattress as his hollow gaze was directed at the windows and balcony of his room. Memories haunting him like some type of ghost or even demon that wouldn't just leave him alone.

The disgust on her face every fucking time she would look at him, him being beaten up by his biological father as she looked at her reports or clothes while he cried for her to help him.... after the incident of his father's death, her gaze towards him was absolutely the worst, not only she had that disgust, but at that time it was fear.

Like she was looking at the Devil itself at that time.

Did it cost so much to have one look of her with... care? Heck, no one asked to be born, especially him that by five or eight years of his life the only thing he wanted to was to dissapear.

He took a shuddering breath at remembering those nights where he manage to read books that weren't related about medical advances neither case of diseases... one kid's book he found on the street once and cleaned, it was childish and boring compared to the ones he had read, but he remember how it described the love of a mother towards her child.

He wanted that... was it so difficult? Was it so difficult for her to even spare at glance at him like the book itself described it? Was he so broken and disgusting that he wasn't deserved of a mother's genuine love?

Was it so difficult for her to treat him like her son? He remembered one time where at the age of six, he saw a kid on the hospital crying on their mother for just receiving a injection, seeking comfort on her... and when he came to touch the white overcoat of his own mother to catch her attention, the scowl she gave was enough for him to retreat back and stay on his corner.

He forgot how in his childhood days, he just wanted to know and feel like how it was being loved and what that word meant... he saw many parents hugging their childs and praising them, why he couldn't have that...?

Was something that bad for him to be born?

He stopped his train of thought when the door of his bedroom clicked. For a moment, he could care less at anyone who saw him that way, casual clothes as he had this broken look on his face, he could just order them to get out... but when he saw you with a bad on your hand, his body stiffen immediately.

"What are you doing in here?" I thought you were-" he started with a irritated tone of voice, praying that you didn't noticed his moment of weakness.

"I was. But I told her I would compensate on another day spending with her. I told my mom it was kinda of an 'emergency'." You smiled as you settled the tiny bug on the nightstand and frowned slightly at his his eyes, pink instead of the color white in them, but being the stubborn man he is, even with no one around, he refused to spare a single tear.

He sighed, eyes closing as he layed his head in the matress as he pointed with his palm while his free other glived hand pinched his covered nose.

"What is even this?"

You unwrapped it. One fo Kai's favorite pantries with a bit of berries on it. His sweet tooth was something so endearing for you that it made you smile purely only at him.

"I thought a little picked me up would do you some good." You cooed as he slowly opened one of his eyes and looked at what you brought. Immediately sighing, but still reaching for it.

"This will dirty the bedroom and you are the one cleaning after wards." He mumbled as he stared at the sweet on hjs hand enveloped by a napkin.

"Definitely. But will you complain about that 'I missed a spot' or something later, surely." Yoj let out a giggle but immediate stopped when you saw that you got no reaction of his. Only that he placed the sweet back on the box and returned it to the nightstand.

Ok. Serious. This shit was serious.

You sighed and walked around the bed to sit besides him, back resting on the mattress the same as him, watching him carefully.

Neber on your life you would think that you were gonna be so close yet so far from Chisaki. You were literally touching shoulders legs and shoulders with, and he didn't even scoffed or complain it about it! Yet, his mind was so stuck on whatever bad memory of his right now, that it made quite difficult to reach out for him.

Yet, you were persistent. Going for something that you knew that if anyone did that with him, they would be dead on the spot.

But not only were you brave, you knew he cared and allowed you to do it.

You sighed in hope, reaching out a gentle hand to cup his covered cheek and carresed gently. Earning only a look as if he was questioning you.

But before he could mutter one word, you slid your fingers to his ear and slowly took off his black mask, lips on that strict and straight line as his eyebrows furrowed at your actions, but he did nothing to stop you.

You holded his face gently before touching your lips in both of his cheeks and after his lips... he did nothing to stop you still.

Then you pushed his head to rest on your chest where your heart bumps could echo on his ears. His body once stiff relaxed a bit when he heard that sound which helped him to sleep.

Gentle fingers started to scratch carefully and caress his dark brow looks. The amount of love on your actions almost overwhelmed him if it wasn't for his hollow and numb estate of mind.

The voice of his mother echoed on his head along with your heart beat his jaw tighten as his arms came hesitantly to wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like this day, not even a bit." You whispered on his hair as you felt him blinking on your skin "But you wanna know something?... I have one, one only reason to thank that woman..." he arched his eyebrow at that, lifting himself from your chest to look down at you like you had grow not only a second, but a third head along.

Ever since he admitted, opened himself to talk about his past for you, your rage towards those two was almost, if not equal, to his own.

You touched forehead with him as you interlocked your fingers with his. Doing your best to put ever live you had towards this man in every word.

"I only have to thank her despicable existence, for making and bringing you on this world... my knight in shinning armor, my yakusa's boss." You sighed dreamily and pecked his lips once again "My devil."

When you opened your eyes the last thing you were expecting to see was his eyes tightly closed as his shoulders trembled.

You cooed an apology immediately, desperately in making up to him but he just let his face fall to your shoulder as he let out a muffled sob.

"Dammit (Y/n)..!" He whispered as he tried to control his breathing and how his heart was hammering against his chest, your fingers on his back, lips on his temple and sweet words only overwhelmed him in a way he hated, despise it to be.

A moment where all the walls he had built on his years of life complete fell...

You must have notice how he was still trying to hold back by the way you embraced him, whispering things that he swear was the reason for his break down.

"I love you, Chisaki Kai. And I always will... hou already protect me, so let me do the same?"

His face fell from your shoulders to your thighs and stomach, burring himself on them as he gripped in your waist like a life saver as he let out all the tears he needed to shed in his silent crying with only a few sobs here and there.

All the love he didn't know he needed and secretly craved ever since childhood, he was receiving right now as a young adult from his partner... how was that even possible? Him? Receiving such a divine thing from such a beautiful and sweet person like youserlf?

He didn't know for ling he cried in your stomach, opting to bury his face on it to hide his shame of acting like he was a weak midget again... savoring like a starved man at your sweet touches and whispers of love confessions and praises.

Who needed the love love of a project of a mother when he had such a beautiful angel like yourself to care for him?

He didn't count how long he stayed there, but he did remener that it wasn't nighttime when you had come back and entered you guys room.

He sighed shakily as his grip lessen only for a bit, getting half or one inch away from you so he could take a deep breath and come back again.

"She really didn't know what she lost." You suddenly said while carresing his dark brow hair as his embrace tighten "You just are the incarnation of perfection, dammit, how blind and dumb were they?"

He tsked and scoffed in your skin.

"Dramatic..." he spoke with a sore voice, gruffly and hoarse as he heard your giggles.

"I speak only the truth here!"

He slowly got up and locked his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder and burried his face in your hair. His mysophobia completely forgotten as he enjoyed the love and care from someone that knew him, respect him.... loved him.

"Aw?" You cooed as you hugged his neck "Someone is in the cuddling mood?" He only scoffed and burried his face on your neck even more "I thought cuddling was, what the words you said again?" You stopped hugging his neck to mockingly poke your chin "Ah! 'Useless and disgusting-"

"Dammit woman, just hug me for once." He growled as he tighten his arms in your waist. His words making your heart melt, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside as your arms returned to his neck.

"I love you." You cooed, nuzzling your face on his own shoulder while he squeezed you tight as his response.

Some time passed with both of you locked in the arms of each other, the two of you agreeing to at least lay down until you remembered that you were still on casual clothes not sleeping ones.

Although when you tried to move he only grunted and tighten his embrace over you, face resting on the top of your head.

"Kai I have to change."

"... just five minutes and you go." He whispered lowly in the top of your head, sending shivers even to the tips of your toes.

You forgotten thhat once Kai was in this mood he bargained and refused to let you go. And him being almost in the verge of sleep no less? You were stuck. Amd you couldn't be more happy with that.

At least you brought peace to him on a day where his last came to haunt him.

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jessefandomunited · 3 years

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This day was going to be perfect Part 6-final

~When the reader , who’s had a long time crush on Spencer, finds out Cat Adams is getting out of Prison on parole and wanting to talk to Spencer, she can’t help but be a bit suspicious.~

This fic was inspired by the song “ This day is going to be perfect” - MLP. enjoy

tag list: @raggabashie

The Police interrogated me from the time I entered the car all the way to the station, and in the station. I felt awful and just wanted shower and some clean clothes. Luckily it looks like I was getting that, unluckily I was staying here till a certain Aaron Hotchner came to vouch for me, which I assumed wouldn’t be till morning. The room was small and cold but it felt refreshing. I turned the nob on the shower and stood there waiting for it to heat up. I glanced in the mirror and almost jumped back, I looked worse than awful, in fact I was surprised they didn’t take me right to the hospital. My face was all black and blue and my nose looked like it was broken, not to mention I was covered in a thin layer of dirt and grime. I shuttered and took a step into the warm stream of water and felt instant relief. I stayed there for over an hour at least just enjoying the warm water and intensely washing my hair and body again and again as if this would scrub away any of the memories. I hear a light knock on the door and I woman said, “ I got some clothes for you I hope they fit well. I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door to take the clothes she got for me. “ Thankyou, “ I said gratefully. She gave me a dress that looked about my size, it was simple almost like a skaterdress in a dark blue color. I slipped it over my head and I felt like some sort of normalcy was returning. I suddenly felt a wave of sickness crash over me, maybe I did need to see a doctor. I shook off the thought and opened the door. They led me into a room separate from the other holding cells and even though I didn’t want to sleep I passed out once my head hit the pillow.

I awoke to Someone talking outside my room, and was overjoyed to see Hotch. “HOTCH,” I yelled in happiness, he looked over and I saw a look of relief pass over his stern face. “ We’re getting you to the hospital now,” Hotch insisted. “ No no no what about Spencer, did Penelope call you,” I asked. He Shook his head, “ No I got a call about you at midnight and I drove up here almost immediately .” I growled in frustration, “ Spencer is in trouble , Penelope must have the video by now I recorded a conversation between Cat and I believe Scratch, she’s been drugging Spencer this whole time !” He looked worried but said, “ I think you need to sit for a minuet you look pail.” I shook my head, “ NO we need to help Spencer if you don’t i’ll do it myself! The wedding is soon we have to go!” “I’ll call Penelope sit down and relax please,” Hotch said sternly. I sighed and sat down, tapping my foot. I was in a lot of pain and my head was still swimming but I was determined.

“ Okay Penelope is trying to get a hold of Spencer he is not answering , everyone was heading up for the wedding so we are all going to put a stop to this but you,” Hotch started but I cut him off, “ i’m not going anywhere unless it’s to that wedding.” He sighed ,” Alright lets go.”

I felt nervous, the service might be in full swing when we get there, what if they’re already married. We were pulling up and I did a sharp intake of breath, “ those were the guys who kidnapped me.”They seemed to be posted up against the wall as if they were bouncers at a club. He looked over at me and said, “ Stop the wedding i’ll keep them busy.” I nodded suddenly feeling overwhelmed as he yelled at them to get on the ground. I got out of the car and booked it towards the entrance . I felt like I had entered into another dimension. Soft piano music filled my ears and everything was decorated so immaculately it almost made me cry. This was all fake. I had to psych myself up and took a few very deep breaths before I pushed the sanctuary doors open and walking in. Everyone looked over in shock though my eyes were only focused on one person, Spencer. “ You can’t marry her Spence,” I said as confidently as I could, “ She doesn't love you, this is all a game to her, she’s drugged you and is messing with your mind, she had me kidnapped because I was getting too close. I took a step and pain shot up my leg and I winced. I held onto the pews and walked down the isle towards him. He looked confused but also very concerned He walked over to me as if in a trance and asked , “ What happened to you?” “ I told you I was kidnapped, and when I realized how close I was to this church , I knew I had to do everything I could to stop this,” I stuttered making direct eye contact, “ Spencer I could say it was simply because I didn’t want you to go through the struggle of getting an annulment but, actually I’m doing it for a very selfish reason.” Spencer blinked a few time , he was coming out of the haze, “ what would that be?” “ Spencer I...I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you,” I blurted . His eyes widened and he suddenly looked around at all the people in shocked at what was transpiring, “ Wait… where are we right now?” “ You’re back ,” I sighed in relief. “ YOU,” I heard a yell from down the isle, It was Cat, all done up in her bridal gown, “ Get away from him why must you ruin everything, i’m calling the police right now,” She sneered. “ You’re in luck they’re already here because believe it or not having someone kidnapped is against the law,” I smirked folding my arms. “ I didn’t do anything, and if I did what proof do you have?” “ Quite a lot actually ,” A voice came from the hall, it was Penelope, Derek , Emily , and Rossie along with about four or five policemen. “ Thanks to my BFFL’s phone she had a video of you talking to Scratch. Also we found a lot of the substances you've been using to drug Spencer in your hous and i’m sure after some interrogating from those two guards outside we will have enough evidence to put you back behind bars.” Derek pulled out his handcuffs and grabbed Cat . “ I’M NOT DONE WITH ANY OF YOU I SWEAR,” She yelled as she was drug out. I suddenly felt Spencer firmly grab my shoulder, “ Hey you’re not looking too good lets get you to the hospital,” Spencer said gently. Noticed that I had been slowly sliding down the pew and nodded , “ please.”

I heard a light beep and slowly opened my eyes, I felt a little better though I was still dizzy, I was getting use to that though. I looked around and noticed that Spencer had pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and was resting on what looked like my favorite book. My heart soured, and I wondered if he was drug free now. I hesitated then gently ran my fingers through his messy hair. He stirred a bit then sat up quickly when he saw I was awake, “ how are you feeling, are you okay , are you in any pain.” I shook my head, “ Spence i’m fine...how are you , you were the one getting drugged for a couple months.” He shuttered then said, “ it’s out, or should be, they believe she had been withholding some for a couple days, not sure why, but I think she wanted me to actually willingly go through the wedding.” I nodded gently then looked down at my hands a bit embarrassed, “ do ...do you remember anything I said yesterday?” Spencer looked me in the eyes and smiled gently ,if not a bit awkwardly, “ I think it was something along the lines of I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you.” I blushed more and nodded, “ I wish I would have said something sooner, but it just never felt like the right time, something was always stopping me.” “ Well, honestly, I’ve loved you too, but pretty much any girl I seem to hang out with only sees me as a friend and you’re beautiful, I didn’t think I had a chance,” He said his voice wavering a bit. I looked up at him in shock, “ Now you know how I feel about lying MR.” He smiled and shook his head, “ I’m serious.” He gently grabbed one of my hands and looked into my eyes, “ you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me.” I bushed and looked down as he cupped my face running his thumb gently against my cheek. I timidly met his gaze and almost instinctively moved closer to him. He hesitated only a moment before gently kissing me, it was so sweet , almost like he was testing the waters. I felt electricity shoot through me I hadn’t realized how long I had been waiting for this. I felt myself kiss him deeper I wanted more however a sudden rapid beeping of my heart monitor made us both quickly pull away from eachother. The nurse ran in and asked, “ is everything alright?” I nodded and almost squeaked, “ yes, fine, perfectly fine.” She nodded and looked at both of us before smirking, “ she needs rest.” “ Yes of course,” Spencer agreed. She left and we both let out a sigh of relief. “ I really do love you,” Spencer mumbled and gently kissed my forhead before sitting back in his chair. “ And I love you,” I whispered gently grabbing his hand, “ can you read to me please.” “ Anything for you,” He said opening up the book and as we sat there even with everything I had just went through I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.

#spencer reid #Criminal Minds #spencer reid x reader #this day was going to be perfect

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My personal connection with Taylor’s discography, part five: Marjorie

Basically this is just a series I’m doing where I write down my feelings on what each of the Taylor songs means to me personally on a line to line basis both for my own sake to have it somewhere and for anyone who wants to know anything further about me. So with that in mind, let’s get started.

Marjorie

This song is a little weird for me because as a whole, it’s about losing the almost romanticised view I had of my family. Like most of the people I think of when it comes to this song are still very much alive, but our relationship reached a point where I will never speak to them again. But despite our relationship being like that now, much like most kids, I grew up thinking these people were near perfect and those memories don’t go away just because I’m not on good terms with them now. Because of that, this song has been a very bittersweet song for me and one of the harder Taylor songs to listen to.

Never be so kind, you forget to be clever

When I was younger, I was one of those kids who never wanted to see anyone hurt and would give up if it meant someone else was happy. And that cost me a lot of opportunities. And a remember each time I’d do it, my mother and paternal grandparents would sit me down and remind me that I am a female and that the world is harsh and doesn’t give us as a gender many chances, so I shouldn’t be throwing away chances like that, especially to people who were more likely to achieve those goals through different means. I particularly remember having one of these talks in the third grade when I asked the teacher to allow my competitor in a maths competition to have a second try when he got an answer wrong only for him to quickly declare victory when I messed up a question later. Let it be known that I will never again forget that 7x8 is 56 and that even if I still have issues with it, I do not need to make things harder for myself by giving a leg up to people who would keep me down given the chance.

Never be so clever, you forget to be kind

As much as I tried to be nice as a kid, I definitely grew up with some privileges and a bit of a god complex when it came to my academic skill. Cringily, up until like 9th grade I was that kid that gloated about their grades and was like “well if you just tried harder, you’d get these grades too!”. I was particularly like this with my sister given my parents spent our childhood pinning us against each other and that was the only “win” I could take, especially in terms of my mother. Except it really wasn’t because my mother was also someone who hated school and didn’t do well through no fault of her own. As a result, “You’re smart Jessica, but there’s always going to be someone smarter and nobody is going to care how good you are if you can’t be nice” was a common phrase I heard as a kid. Whether or not it’s true is yet to be seen given some of the biggest names in the world are assholes, but I’ve definitely come to a place where kindness will always outclass cleverness in my life.

And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now

When I have a hard decision to make or I feel like I’m making the wrong choice, I still imagine these idealised versions of my family were still in my life and talk myself into what I think is the next right move. Is talking to yourself still counted as being crazy? Perhaps, but it works and is weirdly comforting given everything that’s happened.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around. What died didn't stay dead. You're alive, you're alive in my head, so alive

Despite everything that happened, my anger towards it, and the way I’ve tried to put it out of mine, I still look back fondly on these memories with these people before they showed who they actually were.

Never be so polite, you forget your power

Like I said, as a kid I hated inconveniencing anyone. This meant I ate a bunch of food I hated, did activities I didn’t want to and even went out while sick because I didn’t want to ruin the day for anyone else. In particular, I remember getting a big stomach ache while on holiday at my paternal grandparents’ house but still trying to get ready and go out to the beach for the day. When he immediately realised something was wrong was told that I hadn’t said anything because I didn’t want to ruin the day, he sat me down and reminded me that it was my holiday too and that was my body so I could and should take control of that and say no sometimes, even if it is just because I don’t want to do something.

Never wield such power, you forget to be polite

For all their flaws, my mother’s side of the family did teach one one thing. I came from nothing, and even if someday I broke the poverty cycle, I was not above anyone else. A lot of conversations with that side of the family was about how oftentimes it was “higher class” people who refused to tip or use manners and felt above it all. Also, when I was a smartass about my grades and jobs I wanted to get, I was reminded that even if I had the best paying job in the world, I would still need the “lesser” workers in order for my life to run smoothly. While the words “class struggle” never came into play, these conversations very much helped to form a lot of my beliefs and remind me to stay humble.

And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were listening to me now

When someone dies, a lot of people believe they send signs from beyond the grave. Sometimes these happen in the form of seeing associated animals on a bad day, sometimes it’s a random thing coming to you and pushing in a certain direction when needing to make a choice. And there are days when it feels the same with my family even though most of them are still alive.

But most of all, I think about this line in reference to my uncle who passed when I was 12 who always had mine and my mother’s backs. I remember driving home from my partner’s place during a depressive episode a few years back thinking about how my grandparents live in the same suburb and considering dropping past even though I had cut them off years before to have not only roadworks happen to be happening in a way to make me go past their street, but also their light being off implying they weren’t there. And despite not being a spiritual/religious person anymore, something about that felt very much like my uncle had heard me and was making it clear that his parents were out living their lives and I was making the right choice by doing the same.

The autumn chill that wakes me up. You loved the amber skies so much. Long limbs and frozen swims. You'd always go past where our feet could touch

This line screams my sister to me. The best thing about my sister and the thing that I will spend forever missing is how she got so excited about the little things in life. Doing her makeup or wearing nice clothes was exciting, listening to music was exciting, getting up early on special days to open gifts was exciting, hell even going to a concert for an artist she hated was exciting for her. She was also the biggest risk taker of the family. And given her auburn hair, the autumn/amber visuals just caps the whole thing off.

And I complained the whole way there; the car ride back and up the stairs

I was a whiny and impatient kid (who somehow turned into a more impatient adult, yikes). Looking back, I spent so many occasions with my family whining about little things or asking how long it’s going to take instead of just enjoying the moment. And ultimately, I think that’s one of my biggest regrets in life so far.

I should've asked you questions. I should've asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me

Like most people, I really underestimated how much time I was going to have with my family and I took for granted the notion that there was always going to be a time that they’d be around to help and get advice from. So I never asked. And now I’m here, 25 and feeling incredibly unequipped for handling the world around me like I should and wishing I had taken those opportunities to ask for more advice. Likewise, while people make jokes that white people have no culture, I genuinely really feel like I don’t (and as a result struggle with my place in the world) because I didn’t bother asking about our history or the family members I never met or any of that and don’t have anything in my possession to give me that information.

Should've kept every grocery store receipt 'cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Kinda continuing from above, I hated taking photos and really didn’t keep much that my family gave me growing up. Like realistically when it comes to the extended family, I have a few really low quality photos, a piece of art my paternal grandfather gave me before moving to the UK because I loved it as a kid and my memories. And even with my sister and father, I have a single box of things my sister left behind and one Taylor Swift fan book and a necklace my father gave me. That’s it.

I don’t have any family heirlooms, I don’t even think I have one picture of me with most the members of the family and I don’t even have the loving perception of them because that was taken from me in the fallout of the family. And despite everything that happened, that upsets me whenever I think about it.

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie. All your closets of backlogged dreams and how you left them all to me

To be honest, this line just reminds me of the women in my family and how much they sacrificed in order for me to get where I am today. Like both my grandmothers never finished school (with my maternal grandmother being unable to read) in order to get jobs to look after their families after both fathers abandoned them before marrying into abusive relationships. My mother quit her higher paying job to raise me and my siblings full time because my father had epilepsy and couldn’t. And my mother started working again in my teens in the form of cleaning the dirtiest of houses so I could go to Japan which was one of the happiest memories of my life. She also mentioned she wished I could have been a performer because she had always wanted to be. None of these women got to experience their dreams or even the lives they should have had all to make sure I had the best chance of living mine and again, no matter what happens, that will always be something I remember.

And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were singing to me now

Again, this line just screams my sister. Any time I hear one of her old favourite songs or a top ten hit I think she’d like, especially if it comes on shuffle or out in public, I think of her.

I know better, but I still feel you all around. I know better, but you're still around

Obviously I know these people are not talking to me. They’ve moved on with their lives and outside the moments where they feel the need to try PR the situation to keep me quiet, I imagine they don’t really think of me at all. Additionally, it’s hard to say that the idealistic versions of them I created in my head even existed to be around in the first place. And yet, I still feel their influence on me in my day to day life.

#taylor swift #marjorie #evermore album #about me

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Painful Melody Part 2

Songs Referenced:

I took a pill in a ibiza ~ Mie Bonser remix

Circles ~ Post Malone

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 1752

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A month has gone by since getting the acceptance letter for U.A. When I called my dad it went the same as every other conversation goes with him on the phone

“...hello?” my dad starts off saying “is there something wrong...I’m really busy” every time I call he says the same thing “No there's nothing wrong dad… I just wanted to tell you I got into U.A” “Oh...okay good job sweety… now i’ve got to go, I’m about to head into a very important meeting” then he hangs up. It goes that way every time. At the most he calls around every month or so, the longest time I've gone without getting a call from him was 3 months. He still pays the bills for the apartment and sends money so I can get groceries and such...but that's it. Just me and Cheeto living alone in a small apartment complex.

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‘You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone’

And once again I find myself in front of U.A now in my new school uniform wearing my dark red hair down with one black barrette keeping my hair out of the right side of my face, and letting my hair drape over my left covering most of the scar.

‘You don't wanna ride the bus like this’

‘It looks like I have enough time to zone out to the music’ I thought to myself as I look at the time on my phone. I continue walking through the hallways finding my class focusing on the music and not where I’m going because I walk into the wrong class

‘I'm just a singer who already blew his shot’

“Whoa watch it there kid!” a tall woman called out “I think you're headed the wrong way” I snapped out of my daze and looked up to the woman who was dressed in a very inappropriate outfit. I looked at the sign on the door and noticed it said 1-D “Y-yes...sorry” I said and speed walked to the end of the hall where my classroom was class 1-A. As I come up to the door I hear yelling from the other side sounding like Iida ‘he must be telling someone to act less disrespectful’ I thought to myself smiling knowing it isn’t me he's yelling at

“Don’t put your feet on the desk!” yelled Iida at the blond who bumped into me as I was walking into the school during the entrance exams “Oh yea!” the blond yelled “Who gives a fuck!”

I giggle when I notice how Iida’s face goes into pure shock at the comment, and I walk over to the two to calm him down

“Hey Iida!” I said cheerfully “Just leave the guy be, if he gets in trouble he gets in trouble… because I don’t really think he cares what your saying” I laugh tilting my head to the side and notice a large yellow caterpillar laying on the ground at the front of the room.

I walk towards the yellow caterpillar, while not bringing any attention to myself looking at it more closely noticing that there's someone inside it. I quickly turn around and find my seat thinking its better to not disturb whatever is in there. In front of where I sit was the girl I saved during the exam, and another girl behind me with a black ponytail.

“Oh, hi!” the girl with the brown hair said “I’d like to thank you for saving me during the test! I’m Ochaco Uraraka” the girl behind me tapped my shoulder getting my attention before I could respond to Uraraka “I’m Momo Yaoyorozu” the teen said “I’m Scarlett Patterson” I said to the two girls. Uraraka looked up at me in bewilderment at the sound of my name “So you’re American!” she exclaimed ‘ugh is this going to happen everytime I introduce myself?’ I Thought to myself “Yep” I replied not wanting to go through the same thing I had to with Iida “That's so cool!” Uraraka said cheerfully “I’ve never met anyone from there before! Do you think you could help me with my english? I really suck at it, and don’t want to get bad marks in English” she says, sounding down when she mentions how bad she is at speaking English “sure! I’ve never really tried to help anyone with english before but i’ll do my b-” before I could finish what I was saying my phone dinged reminding me what I need to do

“Patterson!” Iida exclaimed “You should not have your phone's ringer on the bell is going to ring soon!” he says while chopping at the air vigorously

“Sorry Iida” I say apologetically “It was just my alarm telling me I have to take something” I reach into my bag grabbing a small orange cylinder container with pills inside, grabbing one and quickly putting the bottle back. As I go to take a drink of my water a pink girl with horns popped up in front of me

“Hey!” she says “I’m Mina Ashido, you can just call me Mina” she says quickly, then points to the pill in my hand “What are you taking?” She asks

“It’s just a really strong painkiller for my headaches” I say trying to stay calm as she get close to my face “My quirk gives my really bad headaches sometimes, so I’m supposed to take these once a day, even if they don’t last for very long” I partially lied not wanting the real reason reason for why I’m taking these pills

Before Mina could say anything else the bell rang and the thing that was inside the caterpillar stood up. His eyes glowed red and his hair floating up. At that point the music stopped playing. I stood up, complete shock on my face. His eyes went back to black and his hair went down, and the music started playing again. Everyone is now staring at me since i’m the only one standing

“How...you-you made the music go away?” I mumbled quietly for only a few could hear “Do you mind me asking...what’s your quirk?” The man stood there for a moment before replying

“My name is Shota Aizawa and I am your home room teacher, answering...Patterson’s question does anyone know the answer? He asks the class. Midoriya shakily raises his hand before standing “Y-your quirk i-is erasure?” the boy says with a questioned tone, and Mr.Aizawa nods “S-so that would mean y-your the underground hero Eraserhead” the erasure hero back at him with a bored look on his face and nods again “Yes that is correct” Mr.Aizawa says “Now please put on your gym uniforms and meet me on the field in 5 minutes”

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“Okay” Mr.Aizawa says “We are going to be doing a quirk assessment test, we will not be going to the opening ceremonies because if you are going to be heroes there is no time to part take in illogical things” he states in a monotone voice

“Patterson” my head snapped up at the mention of my name “Since you got first in the practical exam you can go first. Throw the softball while using your quirk as far as you can, just stay within the circle” I nodd and stand where I was instructed to, activating my quirk forcing the music playing inside my head to the inside of the ball making it heavier as I make the volume louder

'Til we were upside down I'll be the bad guy now’ I wind my arm back and whip it forward throwing the ball as fast as I can. A few seconds later and a beep came from Mr.Aizawa’s phone. He then turns it around showing the class ‘100 meters’ on the screen

“Okay. We are now going to start with 50 meter dash, followed by grip strength, and end with the softball throw” Mr.Aizawa states bankly “Whoever finishes with the least amount of points will be expelled” After that last comment the whole class erupts in mild panic for if they got last

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“I should of known it was just a method for us to go all out” I pout turning to my new group of friends Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya “You still did really great tho Scarlette!” Uraraka chirped “You placed 3rd out of the whole class!” “Yea I know, but I felt bad for you Midoriya, your so nice and I didn’t want you being expelled because you can’t control your quirk” I tell to Midoriya who just seemed over all confused on the comment I made

Midoriya turned his gaze towards be

“I w-was wondering if you could tell me about your quirk. It's really interesting. '' Midoriya stutters while pulling out a notebook and opening it to a new page “sure I guess?” I agreed

“My quirk is called ‘Internal Melody’ . There is always music playing in my head that I can force anyone who I touch with five fingers to hear the song making it as loud or as quiet as I please. There's another part of my quirk I want to keep secret until the sports festival...so i’ll skip that.” I explain “The drawbacks are I get painful headaches, almost everyday from hou loud the music can be, if my quirk gets too intense I can black out for a few hours or maybe more… It's only happened a few times so I don’t really know, my emotions easily change depending on the song playing which gave me a diagnosis of bipolar with mixed features...which is terrible, and a few other things” I finish slightly panting at the large amount of information I just gave out. The others just stare at me in bewilderment “wow...I-I can’t imagine going through something like that” Uraraka says “If you ever need someone to talk to you can always come to me, especially if you don’t have any of your american friends with you and if you’d rather not talk to your parents about i-” “Don’t worry about it Uraraka” I interrupt “I’m used to this. But if it’s ever too hard to deal with I’ll definitely tell you” I say hugging Uraraka then running of in the direction of the train station yelling back “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

‘Seasons change and our love went cold feed the flame 'cause we can't let go’

#mha fanfiction #mha #mha momo #midoryia #daddyishues #mina #bakugo #iida #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #half-n-half #oneforall #allforone #eraserhead #dadzawa #shotaaizawa #dad might #present mic

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banditthewriter · 5 years

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Choose Your Fate - Logan Delos - 9

Here we are, part 9. You all voted for a visit so... be prepared!

Also...

Warning: Smut!

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Enjoy!

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Logan's house was almost exactly what you thought it would be. Walls that were made up entirely of glass, couches that looked to have been made for sex, a liquor cabinet that would make most bars want to close their doors; there was chrome and brass and marble as far as the eye could see.

But there were touches of Logan everywhere too. Paintings and drawings, some you knew were ridiculously expensive. There was a framed collection of concert tickets, just like he had said. And a kitchen that definitely saw more cooking than the usual bachelor fuckpad.

The ride to his place had helped both of you cool down a bit, especially since he kept the convertible top down. But now that you were here? The heat was turning up again.

"Want a tour?"

It reminded you of the first night you had met Logan. That had been his line, a tour of the city. And he made it very clear that the tour would only involve a stop to his bedroom.

The grin on his lips told you that he was thinking about it too.

"I can think of one sight I'd like to see," you teased as you stepped up to stand in front of him.

"Oh really?" His hand went to your mouth to pull on your bottom lip. "Because I can think of several."

You leaned forward to kiss him, moaning when he immediately made the kiss dirty and desperate. You wondered if you were about to get to see how comfortable the couch was before he pulled back. His pupils were blown wide as he looked you over, his eyes lingering on your mouth for a second before he grabbed your hand and tugged you up the stairs towards his bedroom.

His room was mostly made up of windows. It looked lived in, comfortable, but the bed was made with hospital corners. All of that registered in the seconds before you were pushed onto the bed, his body pressing yours down deliciously.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled against his lips as you dragged him closer, not really helping the situation.

He was hard in his jeans, the bulge of his cock pressed between your legs where you really needed it. He rolled his hips purposefully, grinning down at you when you gasped at the friction. Then he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

Did he have to look that good? It was ridiculous. You leaned up and licked a path up his chest. On an instinct, you bit down on his chest and was rewarded with a throaty moan from him.

“Enough of that,” he said as he pushed you back. He stepped off the bed to start working on his jeans as he looked you over. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

You complied with a laugh, kicking off your shoes and then struggling with your pants. The wine you’d had at your place was mostly out of your system by now, so the floating sensation in your limbs was wholly because of the man that was staring down at you. He grabbed the jeans and gave them a tug, helping you pull them down your hips along with your underwear. Next came your shirt and bra, throwing that at his face when he leered at you.

“Get over here,” you said as you grabbed his arm and yanked him back to the bed.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, kissing and touching. Both of you were turned on beyond relief, skin hot to the touch, but neither of you were in a rush. It felt like there was a bubble around the house, or maybe just around the bed. When his hand skimmed down your side, it wasn’t just sexual. The sensual movement of his hips was just an urge for closeness.

Your head was swimming with it all.

“Condoms?” Logan blinked at you for a moment until you repeated the word. “Condoms? Do you have them or are we going to have to get creative?”

He grinned as he rolled over towards the table next to his bed. There was a book there as well as a bottle of what looked like bourbon. There was also wooden box that he took the lid off to reveal a mountain of condoms.

“Classy,” you said as you leaned over him to grab one, laughing when he bit down on your nipple as your breasts were in front of his face.

It shouldn’t have surprised you that sex with Logan involved a lot of laughter; the two of you had fit together so easily. But beyond the two of you enjoying yourselves, it was also hot and intense. When his fingers went between your legs, you were already gasping into his neck by the first brush against your clit.

“Can I get you off with just my fingers?” He pushed one inside of you, grinning when he felt you clench around him. “Oh I bet I could. I bet I could turn you into a puddle with just my hands.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” you said as you crawled up his body, grinning as you settled yourself over his face. “Put that mouth to work Delos.”

His happy grin was the last thing you saw as you lowered yourself onto him, his mouth going to work on you immediately. He still used his fingers to fuck you, his mouth focused on your clit. You rolled your hips, reaching out to brace yourself on the wall behind the bed. He was moaning against your pussy and it was turning you on more, the vibrations rocking through you. You spread your legs wider, grinding down until you could feel his teeth scrape against your clit as well.

The orgasm shot through you like lightning. You slapped your hand against the wall was you rode out the aftershocks before you got off of his face

“Fuck,” he swore, his hand moving over his cock roughly, “I need to fuck you Y/N. Get over here.”

You handed him the condom since he probably had more experience putting it on than you did. While he did that, you rubbed your clit as you watched his movements. Once the condom was on, he grabbed your leg and yanked until you moved to straddle his hips. He guided his cock to your entrance, pushing up an inch or two.

The stretch was glorious, but it was also not enough. You sank down over the length of him, letting out a hiss at the way he filled you up. His hands moved over your body, gripping your thigh and side before he reached up to pinch your nipples. Your hands braced on his chest, you lifted yourself up and then lowered down as hard as you could. Setting the pace that way, you fucked yourself on his cock as you dug your nails into his chest.

“Fuck you feel good,” he swore as he moved into your thrusts, rolling his hips upwards and into you. “Feel you squeezing my cock. So good baby.”

You reached between the two of you to play with your clit while you fucked yourself on him, rolling your hips as your second orgasm started to race up your spine. He must have noticed that you were close before he started to fuck up into you earnestly.

“Fuck, Logan,” you cried as you came again, back arching as your toes curled.

He rolled the two of you over until you were on your side and he was behind you. It changed the angle, his cock dragging across your g-spot on every other thrust. It gave him more leverage and he fucked you harder, slamming his cock into you. His hands never stopped touching you, roaming your body as he fucked you. You reached behind you to drag him into a kiss, your tongue twirling with his as his hips started to lose rhythm.

“Almost there,” he muttered into your mouth, his voice a little hoarse as he moved.

When he finally came, you were right behind him with your third orgasm of the evening. This one caused your body to quake and your vision to go dark for a moment. His fingers moved between your legs and you had to shy away, sensitive and over stimulated at the moment.

He grinned as he removed the condom, taking care of the trash. When he came back to the bed, he fell beside you and rubbed his cheek against yours.

“I’ve still got plans for you,” he whispered against your ear. “Once you’re no longer shaking at least.”

You met his eyes and gave him a grin before you pushed him onto his back.

“I’m not done with you either,” you promised as you lowered your mouth onto his cock to work him back up to fully hard.

It was going to be a long night.

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After round four or five or—what time was it?—you were sprawled out over Logan's chest. The sun was just starting to lighten up the sky through the massive windows that made up the bedroom.

You had a feeling Logan had a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

It hadn't come up before, but you knew you needed to voice your concerns about this. With that in mind, you lifted your head until you could meet his eyes.

"I can't do this if I'm just going to be one of the many," you said quietly, unsure how this was going to go down. "You have a reputation and I don't judge you for that, but if you and I are gonna continue, I refuse to be just another body in your bed."

It had been a long time since you'd had to have the "are we exclusive?" talk with someone and you knew for a fact that you didn't care about that person the way that you cared for Logan. What you felt for Logan defied reason; it hadn't been that long since you met him, so why were you already so far gone on him?

Logan's hand drifted over your back and up until he could brush his fingers against your cheek. There was a small grin on his lips that made your heart speed up.

"If you're waiting for me to protest, you're gonna be waiting a while. I don't like the idea of sharing you any more than you like the idea of sharing me. And," he added as he tugged you up into a kiss, "after finally having you? You might have ruined me for sex with other people completely."

He was probably just joking but that didn't stop the swell of your heart at the words. Not yet, but maybe one day… one day the two of you could explore that possibility.

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It had been a week of you staying with Logan. You went in to the city to the office for nine or ten hours, but Logan was always ready to pick you up and bring you back with him. You weren’t sure what he did in that time, but you doubted he spent much time at Delos.

While the two of you had had sex in basically every room of his house, and on every surface possible, the two of you spent even more time just talking. Sometimes after sex you’d just lie there and tell stories of your pasts. Every day that passed was one more that you were closer to Logan.

Your sister checked in on you daily, but she didn’t ask any pointed questions. She wanted to know if Marco had been caught and how you were, but she never addressed the Logan situation directly. You knew you’d have to answer for it soon.

And you’d have to tell your parents. Your mom would be happy as long as you were. Your dad… was a lot harder to predict about this.

Logan didn’t seem to have any of your hesitations. He had called Juliet your fifth day there and invited her to dinner with the two of you. She had been pleasantly surprised. The three of you had had a lovely meal together and then when she left, Logan had taken you to bed.

The sex had been slow and intimate in a way you hadn’t expected from Logan. It left something heavy and unnamed in your chest that you felt every time you inhaled.

It was late in the evening on your seventh day. Your legs were draped over Logan’s lap as you looked over expenditure reports from the company. Logan was reading a book; or at least he was pretending to read a book. You were pretty sure by the sly looks and the way his hand was drifting up and down your leg, he was just biding his time until he could drag you back to the bedroom.

Honestly you were going to need to start drinking energy drinks just to keep up with him.

There was a knock on the door and Logan sighed as he looked at his watch.

“This late? It’s probably someone that took a wrong turn,” he said as he got out from under your legs. “It’s clearly marked as private property.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t get the chance. Logan was about five feet from the door when it flew open. Standing there with a frown on his face was one James Delos. He slammed the door shut behind him and charged forward, pointing his finger in Logan’s face.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he nearly screamed, his knuckles white as he poked Logan’s chest. “Our company is under attack and you’re up here hiding under a rock.”

“I’m not hiding,” Logan said as he stepped away from his father, his eyes cutting towards you as if to tell you to stay put, “I haven’t gotten a call that something was wrong. And what right do you have to barge into my house–”

“That Delos money pays for? My last name that I let you borrow,” James yelled, his voice actually shaking the windows.

Logan’s jaw ticked. You’d never seen him like this and you were suddenly hit with a fear; if he was anything like his father, you were about to witness a screaming match. Hopefully it wouldn’t get physical.

You were looking around for something to use to separate them if it came to that.

“I use my inheritance from mom for this place, actually,” Logan said in a low voice that made you sit up a little straighter. “You remember her, right? She’s the one that you got pregnant twice while you fucked other women? Third marriage? Or was she your fourth? I can never remember.”

James’s face was turning red and you thought that this was it, this was when it would turn violent. Instead he stepped back, his color slowly receding. The man’s Scottish accent had gotten nearly unintelligible when he had been screaming at his son, but it was smoother when he spoke next.

“I’m not here to talk about your mother,” he said almost calmly. “I’m here to talk about Delos. There was a breach in one of the parks.”

“A breach? What kind of breach?”

James gestured his hand for a moment, his attention straying from Logan to you. You weren’t sure if he just now noticed you or if he had pegged you when he first came in, but you knew you had his full attention now.

“A guest took one of the hosts to the middle of the desert and dissected them,” he said as he looked back at Logan, but you weren’t under the impression that you were dismissed just yet.

“That’s what they do,” Logan began, but James interrupted him.

"He had a device that he snuck into the park. He plugged it into the host and stole information from it.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. And you could see that Logan’s back had become a little more rigid.

“And so why are you coming here? I’m just a board member, remember?”

James’s jaw twitched, the only thing you’d seen that the two of them shared besides expensive tastes. You watched as he took a few steps towards his son, menacing more than anything else.

“This guest was in the park as a guest of the Delos family,” James said as his eyes darted over to you for a moment. “The code on the ticket said it came from you.”

They could track that? It shouldn’t surprise you, but it did. But you were also pretty sure you knew where this was headed.

“Dad–”

“Tell me you didn’t give your Y/L/N slut a ticket to Westworld to try to steal from me.”

It was said in such a threatening manner that you were almost afraid to stand, but you were your father’s daughter. You stood up and crossed over to the two Delos men, ignoring Logan’s pointed look that you should stay back.

“Perhaps you should ask the Y/L/N slut directly,” you spat as you got as close to them as you dared, still wary of the potential for violence. “What’s the matter James, are you worried that fucking me might have made him turn against you? Because from where I’m standing, you do a pretty good job of that yourself.”

“Now listen here,” he began, but you weren’t done.

Not by a long shot.

“I have been here and at the office for the last week. Our security cameras will prove that and you can ask Juliet or Logan’s housekeeping staff about the time we spend here.” You took a step forward and lowered your voice, keeping your chin raised so that you didn’t lose his gaze. “I don’t want or need anything from Delos. My only interest in that name is that it happens to be Logan’s, more the pity. I know what you did to my father now; you think I’m stupid enough to get involved with someone in your family when it comes to business?”

His eyes grew wide, but he hadn’t backed down. Instead he turned to look at Logan.

“It was her employee,” he started, but it was Logan’s turn to interrupt him.

“Actually, I think you’ll find that he isn’t employed with her company anymore. He stole from her company and he stalked her. That’s why she’s here,” he said as he moved to stand beside you, “and because I want her here.”

James looked between the two of you, his eyes dark with anger. Then he took a step backwards.

“Careful son; you’re getting disturbingly close to having a backbone,” James said as he turned away, stalking back to the door. “I expect you at Delos in the morning. Things need to be discussed.”

The sound of the door slamming closed once more would have drowned out any response from Logan, but he hadn’t done more than glared. Once the silence had settled over the two of you, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“I thought you were going to deck him,” he said with a bit of a grin as he turned and walked—stumbled—towards the couch.

“I thought the two of you were about to come to blows,” you admitted as you followed him, careful not to get too close. “Is he always like that? Aggressive?”

Logan looked curious for a moment before he blinked. He seemed to notice the distance between the two of you because he reached over and pulled you towards his lap.

“He’s too smart to ever get physical with me. Together, Juliet and I hold a majority of shares of the company; we could call for the board to replace him and we would get our way. He likes to pretend we don’t know that, but we do. It’s all that keeps him on his best behavior I think.”

You shook your head, tucking your legs under you. Your hands were in Logan’s and you felt your chest loosen up a bit. He looked deep in thought so you stayed quiet and waited for him to speak.

“It was Marco,” he said with certainty. “You said he got into your phone so he must have seen the ticket in your email. It wasn’t in your name, so he must have used that to get into the park.”

“Unless you buy tickets for all of your girlfrie—people you want to sleep with.”

Logan grinned at your slip. He tucked his fingers under your chin and raised your face until you could meet his eyes.

“You just stared down my father and didn’t flinch; as juvenile as the term is, that’s definitely girlfriend material.”

You ducked your head against his shoulder to hide your grin. Then you sat up to meet his eyes again.

“Marco had talked about stealing information from Delos, but it was supposed to be for Y/L/N and the project. If he doesn’t work for me anymore, what’s the point of stealing the information?”

Logan shook his head as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“He stole from you and he stole from Delos; he’s gonna be the most wanted man in the country by morning if he isn’t already. They’ll catch him and then we can ask him.”

You wished you had the optimism that Logan had about it. For some reason you felt that this was just the beginning of something else.

Something worse.

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Iron heart and a spider shaped key- chapter 22

LAST CHAPTER

A/N: AfGkdlxkxhzgggsha IT IS TIME! It is THE END! I hope you all like it..I really do...thank you for reading this I cannot thank you all enough for all the love and support I got for this fic.

Feel free to read more of my fics: (X)

(I personally really like A Little ODD)

Warning-lap dance, drinking (mentioned) sexual touching (???) Peter almost being demolished by the avengers.

Paring- Peter Parker x stark!reader

Type: fluff

Word count: 8.1k

Staring at your mirrored figure, your dress was beyond beautiful. Sure it was slightly extra but it’s your birthday and it’s you, and if anyone had a problem with it you didn’t care.

Your light pink dress fitted perfectly to your y/s/c skin color, the lace detail extending the length about five inches after your fingertips and your cleavage is showing just the right amount a seventeen year old should show. “You look beautiful...” a familiar whisper crossed your mind, turning around you saw Peter. His chocolate eyes scanning you up and down with aw before locking eyes with you. “Thank you” you trailed sweetly before approaching the boy.

You approached the boy and ran your hands over his blue flannel, a light blush coated both of your cheeks. “Cameras...” you suddenly mumbled with a sigh, pulling your hand back to hold it with your own over your chest. But he still stood there, completely lost at your sight, you were beautiful. Your makeup was done on a professional level and hair was pulled into a half up half down ponytail with a few loose strings to frame your face, “Peter you’re staring..” You giggled embarrassed, nudging the boy with your elbow before taking a step back to sit on your bed.

Immediately snapping out of his thoughts he began mumbling an apology to which you laughed at, he was adorable and flustered, turning completely red when he stumbled trying to follow behind you. “My god..Peter just..sit down” you shook your head and he let out a small chuckle “I’m sorry it’s just...wow..y-you’re just..wow and I-uh..wow..” he trailed with aw. You closed your eyes with a soft smile as the mattress next to you sank a bit, He was close but not as close as you wanted him to be. Knowing that, he simply dragged his hand over to yours shyly a question rolling off his tongue hesitantly “when are we going to tell them?” “Can we just..run away?” You answered sarcastically.

Peter smiled at you, he knew you were nervous..which was a bit strange, but he knew because he was too. For days he had spent with your dad in the laboratory he was terrified he’ll be compromised or get too nervous and blabber it out, a small moment caught on security cameras or simply a text could send his ass flying from the Empire State Building! Yeah..he knew.

“Maybe tomorrow?...like..I don’t know..I—“ you started but he quickly cut your thoughts when he reached for your hand “hey..you tell him when you’re ready..until then I’m as quiet as a bug!” “Like a mosquito maybe..” you giggle and he pushed you away playfully, a sweet chuckle escaping his pink lips sending your heart racing even more.

“The Spider child is in her room!” Thor boomed “I know he’s in her room!” Tony retorted, eyeing the character beside him, covering his right ear as a soft ringing sound echoed in his mind. Then another blond one appeared on his left side “Should we call them in—?” “What are they saying?” Natasha spoke from behind interrupting Steve “I don’t know—“ “do you think they’re together?” Bucky cut tauntingly before being elbowed by Wanda “That’ll be so cute” Sam grinned causing Tony to tick with annoyance “that won’t be cute because she’s my daughter and—“ Wanda cheers cut, a large and teasing grin appearing on her lips “oh! when they’ll have children do you think—“ “NO ONE IS HAVING KIDS!” Tony burst, making the room go quite in an instant.

With a huff he turned to his teammates, immediately closing the tab that was monitoring the two of you, even though it was pure and innocent he couldn’t help but get slightly nervous of his little girl growing up.

“How did any of you got in here?!” He hissed, not sure to which member it was intended, Vision took the obligation to answer “They followed me sir.” He answered politely. Tony shook his head desperately, placing a hand over his eyes before looking at his creation with annoyance “really jar—vision. Really?” He caught himself, hoping no one would notice. No one did they all just spread out and began exploring on their own while the two walked off into a more quieter space. “Apologies sir.” He started “but maybe we should put all of our theories for a test?” Tony looked shocked at even the possibility of doing so, maybe he was a bit too arrogant to admit to himself that he might need to loosen up the grip. “What?” Your father asked rhetorically “I overheard a conversation y/n had with one of her friends. They were talking about going to a girl named Maddie after the party.” He answered quickly, “hey don’t touch that!” Tony pointed towards a confused Sam who touched some undeveloped tech, he scratched the back of his hairs before looking back up at Vision slightly confused. “Go somewhere? Why would she want to go—“ “I believe she said ‘just a few hours without any cameras around! That’ll be the best birthday gift ever’ “ he cut coldly.

A twitch of guilt stung your old man’s heart, yes you did say those words, but it was just because you were frustrated..having to hide even in your own house.

A few hours later, guests started to arrive, from your usual pretentious preppy teenagers to the sloppy lazy ones, all decided to try and dress up in a shallow try to impress one of the superheroes.

You had a special area in the compound specifically for parties only and that’s where you met everyone. Some people you weren’t sure you knew, they gave you presents in an attempt to gain your likeness, but presents nonetheless so you didn’t mind. Music blasted in your ears as your father and the rest of your family promised to stay away just for tonight.

More and more people began crowding the living area as dark settled in nicely on the velvet sky. Flashing red blue and green lights covering the walls while dancing shadows roamed within the room.

When finally seeing your friends you ran into each others arms with a squeal, compliments going back and forth with delight.

“This place is HUGE!” Jack yelled wide eyed, “Yeah well..thank you?” You giggled awkwardly, not sure how to answer the obvious fact and turned your attention to Maddison who laced her arms with you. “You’re —- coming — my hou— after —.. extra—-” she teased, her voice yelling over the loud music but still difficult to hear “what?!” You yelled dragging her away into a more quiet side of the room while the group left you so they could dance.

“I SAID—!” “Ow!” You cut, pushing her away for yelling in your ear. “Sorry” she giggled unapologetically “uh huh..” you rolled your eyes with a slight smile. “I asked if your still coming to my house after this?” “Oh yeah of course!” You answered excitedly before dragging her out to dance.

Music was getting louder, and somehow kids got drunker. Your eyes drifted away from the scene in front of you, your laughing friends mixing with the background as you locked eyes on your boyfriend. A slight jealousy sparked in you when you saw a girl approaching him.

She was a brunette tall girl, a royal blue tight dress hugging her curves. Her eyes flattering with heavy mascara that you can see from a mile away.

You tried to ignore it, you really did, just dancing and having fun with your friends and trusting him as your mind boomed with your favorite songs.

But things change and while the DJ replaced a song to one of your friends requests, you managed to hear a few words escaping the glossy mouth. “Wow Peter..you work out?” She asked sneakily, squeezing his arm making him feel more than uncomfortable and making you angrier by the second.

Why were some girls like that? It’s still a mystery to you and many others.

Peter felt really awkward with her touch, it felt..weird, empty and forced and above it all, it felt wrong that it wasn’t you.

His heart beat fastened, Ned was standing only a few steps away but he couldn’t see a thing. Peter was holding his apple juice cup in one hand, nerves pricking on the back of his neck. “I uh..I don’t r-really..can..you stop..?” He asked embarrassed, words tumbling out of his mouth awkwardly. Looking over his shoulder he managed to see you looking at him and then escaping his gaze, his heart beat stopped in an instant. Quickly and very annoyed, he moved the girl’s hand away harshly before turning to find you walking towards the hall.

“Peter!” You shrike as he put his hand over your mouth and dragged you into a small closet. “What?” You whispered raspy when he lowered his hand, a big grin crossed his lips “can I kiss you?” He mumbled confidently and you smiled.

He wanted to show that you’re his, and you weren’t going to stop him.

“you’re out here looking for danger boy..” “danger is my middle name!” He smirked with a playful smirk “Your middle name is Benjamin.” You teased before pulling him by his collar to close the gap between the two of you. Your butterflies were swirling inside with excitement, a smile creasing your lips as he pulled you close by the waist. You didn’t say anything but you could feel his bulge through his jeans, what? he was a teenager and so were you.

“Ok ok I have to go..” you cut shortly with a smile, your heart beat chanting in your

his hands slowly moving to your core and drawing small circles unintentionally as you slid your soft hands off his chest. He let out a slight whine of disappointment as you told him to wait a bit before getting outside, to give off at least a slight chance of not getting caught.

“Hey there Peter” Bruce called as he passed by when Peter opened the door. Wide eyed Peter was beyond flustered “h-hey Doctor Ba-aner..hehe uh I wh-what are uh what are you doing here I uh..” the scientist simply shook his head with a hidden smile behind his mouth “why are you in there Peter?” He questioned knowingly, after all he saw you leave that closet too just moments ago.

Peter felt like a doe caught in headlights, his heart was thumping loudly in his chest and it wasn’t you to blame this time. “Uh was just checking for uh snacks so..” his brown eyes scanned the closet they were in quickly, realizing it’s full of cleaning supplies. “I uh..tide pots! Yeah yeah well hehe..it’s uh it’s here so we’re good” he gave a thumbs up with a nervous laughter running from his as fast as he escaped Banner’s questioning eyes. But no such luck, he was lectured for maybe 15 minuets straight about the obvious dangers and toxicity of the product and that it’s not a joke, but peter was more than lost in that conversation seeing you swaying your hips to the music with your friends.

“Close one. Banner.” Peter whispered loudly to you as he passed by, his raspy voice sent slight shivers down your spine. You turned around but he was gone, approaching Michelle and Ned who sat by the couch and ate pizza with a whole lot of unopened snacks that you wondered where did they steal them from.

The night went on, and on..and on.

You had your birthday song played in the background when your three level cake was rolled in, all your friends by your side while other recorded it. But non was as close to the feeling you had feeling Peter hand reach for yours from behind, and that smile, the smile he gave you made you happier more than any cake or party could.

But of course, some idiot brought alcohol to the party.

Unlike Liz’s party, which you only heard from Michelle once, when the oh so expensive vase was shattered on the floor a loud alarm went off.

You can only imagine how everyone had reacted, teenagers scattered around, music stopped only to be replaced by the sound of yelling and screaming mixed with rushing steps.

Lucky panicking teenagers escaping your rushing superhero team.

“What Is going on?” Your father yelled, the loud alarm overcoming his voice as a teenager run towards the exit by him.

He searched for you in the crowd but you were gone, yelling your name while the rest tried to show everyone the right exit or help search for you and Peter.

You were quite difficult to find, having hearing the alarm breaking the music you rushed in an attempt to shut it down, and when that didn’t work you searched on why it happened.

Your friends rushing after you into the room where the vase was shuttered to the floor, panicking because damn this is one expansive vase.

In seconds the alarm stopped you looked up, “fuck” You muttered knowing damn well who was the only person who could shut it off.

“It’s fine it’s fine he..he won’t be m-mad right?” Emily said with a shaky voice to which you only paniced more. Yor friend mixed voices came in and out of your ear as you tried to come up with an idea..or rather an apology. “Y/n!” You heard your dad called and ran towards his voice “dad! I am so so sorry I swear someone must have—“ “oh my god your ok!” You father cut, creasing his hands over your arms with unsettled eyes. “Uh..yes.” You mumbled, escaping his touch slightly awkward when feeling everyone’s eyes on you. “What happened?” “Some idiot broke the vase in the—“ “wait. Please tell me it’s the one in the living room and not the guest room.” You kept quiet with an apologetic puppy eyes “not my 6000$ vase..!” He whined dragging his hands over his face before taking a deep breath “it’s fine I’ll..at least you’re ok..” he huffed and bring you into a tight hug.

“so...can I go to Madison?” You asked your dad innocently, turning briefly to look at your friends having a fan moment with your family. Peter stood by the other side of the living room, Michelle and Ned by his side.

“Take Peter.” He ordered and began walking towards the rest, cue for your whining and annoyed act. “but dad!” You trailed, following his steps with a pout. “He’ll just ruin everything!” You fake whined, but your father remembered his so called agreement with his teammates and he knew that if he’ll break it he won’t hear the end of it.

“Someone tell my kid I’m right” he spoke with a grin, the group turning their attention to him before looking at your annoyed attitude following behind. “What about?” Sam asked, placing his hands in his pockets while standing up.

“She needs to take Peter with her.” “No.” You crossed your arms, glaring at the others with anger. Steve simply agreed with your father, stating a simple “Yes.”, your stomach swirled with nerves and you turned to “Bucky! Help!” “Sorry kiddo I have to agree with —“ “ugh fine!” You cut. Inhaling frustration you yelled “PETER!”, the young boy popped his head nervously seeing your angered face but seeing the rest made somewhat sense in his mind. “Wh- uh what do you want?” He mumbled “You’re going with Y/N to uh..” your father trailed with forgetful eyes “Madison.” You sighed and he turned to the group with searching eyes. “who’s Madison?” He asked and your blond, and slightly intimidated friend raised her hand. “No drinking. No smoking and no drugs.” He ordered and they all nodded as a promise.

Your father clapped his hands with a proud grin “Great! I’ll call happy!” He grinned and left the room, only to return moments later “Peter..a word.” He raised a brow as they all exchanged looks.

The curly headed boy followed timidity after his mentor, both approaching a side room before Tony closed the door behind them.

“Pete” He started, placing an over protective hand over Peter’s slightly terrified shoulder. The young boy could be tackled by Steve and it’ll be less nerve racking than this conversation, “yes Mr. Stark?” He gulped, “you keep her safe. and you keep your hands to yourself. Am I clear?” Tony said coldly, Peter being too scared to notice the suited man was fiddling with his jacket simply nodded quickly with wide eyes.

“Good” Tony patted the boys back and left the room, leaving poor Peter anxious, heavy breaths of relief escaping his mouth.

While Peter disappeared you stared nervously at the closed door, you were nervous but only one seemed to notice.

A set of hands startled you, one is colder than the other as they rested on your shoulder. Turning your head around you were met with a pair of blue eyes, they seemed calm and understanding as the brushed your hair from your eyes “they still don’t know..” he whispered with a smirk and you simply sighed with a smile “thank god..” you muttered.

Bucky was the first, and only avenger who found about your secret. It happened by accident really.

Sitting in the lab you concentrate on fixing your boyfriends web shooters, your y/e/c eyes squinting at the small screws. “Hey y/n—“ a voice called and you let out a yelp, turning around you saw a very shocked and apologetic Peter standing in the entrance.

He was slightly blushing but non the less happy to see you.

“Sorry babe..” he mumbled rubbing the back of his neck as you rolled out off your chair with a delightful smirk, hearing him calling you babe just made your heart flatter what can you do?

It was the first day he was in the tower so you didn’t even noticed that the first thing was giving him a pack on his lips quickly before you two continued a conversation of nothing, perfectly sweet nothing.

It was about an hour later, he swung his legs back and forth, from time to time spinning the chair while staring at his phone quietly as you asked. You needed to work, but having him around just made it more easier.

Finishing explaining the new web combinations you added, he led you to the kitchen to a much deserved snack time.

You sat on the cold marble island as he leaned on the counter in front of you, both of you rudely snacking on someone else’s treats. Your mixed laughter was to be heard from a distance, that’s why Bucky approached it in the first place.

He was a mad shipper, a 100 and something year old super soldier wanted two teenagers to be together like he had nothing else to do in his life. And he was slightly proud of what he saw.

Peter teased you with one of Wanda’s Pocky sticks and placed on end in his mouth and one end empty for you. “Peter no..” you trailed with a tempt laughter “come on! I saw it in a some Chinese show once pwease?” He mumbled with puppy eyes and you had to give in, taking mental note to ask about why he was watching it in the first time.

“Jeez..Parker you’re going to be the death of me..” you giggled before biting onto the delicious pretzel like stick.

A few bites in and your lips met, his lips were sweet and had a slightly sour taste to them because of the gummy worms he had a few seconds ago. he came in closer, one hand held you by the waist and the other cupped your cheek delicately. You broke the kiss slightly just so you could swallow the pieces of sweetness, a soft smile creeping onto his lips when he stared at you lovingly. He closed the gap again and this time you wrapped your legs around his waist, you felt as if you were floating mid air and his touch was the only thing grounding you. It was right before he deepened the kiss that a cough made you both pool away, both shocked and embarrassed you turned in horror to see Bucky’s folded arms leaning over the door frame.

His eyes darted between the two of you quietly, you didn’t know what to say, or how long he’s been there. panicking you jumped off the marble surface with a plea “Please don’t tell anyone!” You begged, Peter quickly following your steps with the same helpless puppy eyes. “Please Mr. Barns I uh..I..” The young boy always felt slightly terrified of the long haired super solider, his heart beating increasing with fear as drops of sweat began forming on his forehead when the soldier simply raised a brow at him.

“I won’t.” He suddenly spoke, a kind smile appearing on his pink lips, slightly taken back you felt doubtful of his reasons. “Why?” You muttered, sure you were glad he won’t say a thing but why not.

“Cause you will”

“What?”

“You’ll tell them. Just tell me when cause I have a bet to win!” He winked and brushed past you and Peter, “uh..what?” “A bet?” You both asked dumbfound.

“A bet yes.” He smirked and tried to find something to eat in a way to disguise the fact they’re the reason in the first place he followed into the kitchen.

Not sure how to react you turned to Peter who simply reached to your hand nervously.

“And Parker!” The man called warningly, giving both of you a heart attack as he was about to leave “You hurt her. I will hurt you. Don’t think I forgot how to hide bodies.” Bucky hissed, scaring the living hell out of the boy before ruffling your hair and leaving with an apple in his hand.

“He won’t kill you..” you trailed before cracking a smile, looking briefly behind your shoulder.

“I hope..” “you hope?!” Peter exclaimed as you dragged him back to the lab with a nervous giggle.

“You’re were supposed to tell them today” he reminded and you looked at the ground “I know I..I’ll tell them later” you scoffed and he raised a brow at your tone “you have up until the end of the day or I’m telling them kid.” He instructed before turning back to the rest.

Panic took over your mind, how the hell were you supposed to do that?! “What? Come on Buck!” You frowned, big doe like eyes begging the super solid to keep this secret for a while longer.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you with a smirk “it’s for your own good! Because sweetheart...” he trailed with a shrug “you are being too obvious anyways” he chuckled “I am not!..” you trailed but he looked at you unimpressed, his finger pointing to his cheeks “you’re blushing doll face” he taunted with a nod “oh fuck..” you muttered “language” “bite me barns” you retorted quickly. “isn’t it Peter’s job?” He snickered and you turned completely red as you stormed off to your friends, but stopped mid step to see your father returning to the room with a shaky Peter behind him.

And so, this is how you found yourself walking to the car, you leading first and Peter strolling behind. “Bye sweetheart! Stay safe!” “Bye dad..” You giggled before motioning to Peter to close the door.

In an instant, the seating changed, Peter was by your side his hand shyly resting on your thigh drawing up and down strips.

You smiled at him and plugged in your phone, letting your friends play whatever song they chose to.

Time passed, and you arrived to her empty house quickly. Immediately taking off your jackets and throwing them messily in a closet room you each sprinted to the couch to get a good spot.

“Princess?” Peter bowed teasingly and motioning you to sit in the middle as he took a seat next to you “I’ll beat you up Parker” you shook your head, a laugh being held back behind a tight smile. Your legs automatically swung over his and he placed one of his hand over your thigh and the other over your bare shoulder. “Easy with the whole pda kids!” Bridget teased, throwing a bag of sour gummy worms towards you, only that Peter caught it moment before it hit you with a shy smile. “Nice reflexes Parker!” Adam commented before slamming himself next to Madison who almost dropped her bowl of popcorn to the floor.

After ten whole minutes of arguing what movie you should watch you decided on the incredibles, simply just to tease you for living with actual superheroes..and dating one. Not that they needed to know that.

You spent most of it focusing on the glowing screen, eating, laughing and even starting a food fight with each other.

And when saying mostly that you did those things, was because Peter’s hands were all over you, and yours was on him.

He rested his curly hair on yours as you laid across his chest, his fingers fiddling with your y/t/h hair as you drawn small circles on his chest. When the movie ended, the black and white credits rolled and everyone started starching, He looked down at you for a moment and smiled, your hair was slightly tangled in his hands but your lips were a vibrant color of magenta, practically inviting him to kiss you. He took your chin gently in his fingers and placing a heaven like kiss on your delicate lips.

Emily smiled devilishly at you first, not that you noticed, and then at the rest, who definitely noticed and mirrored her thoughts.

Her sudden movements grabbed your attention as you watched her rushed into the kitchen, everyone exchanged amused looks and quickly sat on the floor, you did the same, even though you were slightly confused.

But it all made sense as she brought back an empty bottle, a big grin on her face as she took the seat in front of you.

“Ok ok ok..we all know the rules right?” Adam asked, eyes directly moving to you and Peter “what level?” Bridget asked calmly, still looking at her phone.

“Level?” You, Peter, Michelle and Ned asked in unity, eyes darting towards each other with confusion. Madison turned to you with an awkward smirk, not sure what words to use “Uh yeah you know how..uh..well..” she trailed and your eyes widened “oh...OH!” You exclaimed, realization hitting your mind.

Turning to Peter you whispered to him that it means how sexual it might get. Heat rushed through his whole body, his neck ears and face turning a bright color of red.

Meanwhile in the avengers compound, your father sat in his office and stared at the large screen, his fingers tapping fast on a plastic keyboard in an attempt to fix the small camera.

The small device was one of the new spidercam Tony wanted to add to the suit, eight metal legs hit the wooden floor as he stared ahead at the small crack of light coming from beneath the door.

“What are you doing?” A voice startled. “Non of your business Rhodes..” He retorted, brown eyes still fixed on the camera movement. A small disbelieving chuckle was heard from behind before snarky words were to leave his lips “your spying on your own daughter man!” “Who’s spying on who?” Natasha stormed in with a smirk, Bucky trailing behind her quietly.

“Why are you in here again?” “Movie night Stark. Vision insists on you being there” she emphasized with jazz hands.

A pair of icy blue eyes scanned the screen, a group of teenagers sitting comfortably, their faces illuminated by different lights coming from an animated movie. “are you spying on y/n?” Bucky suddenly commented, eyes still fixed on the live video in front of him.

“No.” Tony slammed the laptop screen and with that the live video stopped. He crossed his arms with daring eyes but his judging friends kinda saw through him at that situation. “Okay yes I am-“ he said lifting back the screen “-but I’m just watching over her. You said it yourself! I don’t know those kids and—“ “ok cool can we watch this instead of Vision documentary!” Natasha grinned towards a very confused Tony.

After maybe a twenty minutes persuasion by The two most dangerous people in the compound, Bucky and Natasha won over your father stubbornness.

They were all getting snacks and drinks prepared to see what were you up to, while the true reason was to win the ongoing bet, that by now the price had gone up to 300$ to the winner by each participant.

They stared from behind at your illumined figures, not wanting to get too close and might risk the fact that one of you will smash it to pieces. They all simply enjoyed half of the movie you chose, trying to guess which one of those shadows is you and failing..sort of. They actually thought the couple cuddling on the couch was Emily and Jake, except for Bucky who knew damn well.

Bored out of his mind, Stark left the room for a moment, exactly missing the shared kiss, to fix himself a glass of scotch and answered a call from Pepper.

You already started playing though, silly dares really, ones that all the avengers laughed at and even tried mimicking you. Everything was fine until a very...unique one was heard through the muffled speakers.

“Uh..” Thor trailed, slight amusement in his voice followed by Loki more sarcastic tone “no...”.

“What? what did I miss I-oh HELL NO!” Tony yelled at the screen, his scotch almost slipping off his hands as his brown eyes widened feeling his overly as his overprotective father mode activated. Completely ignoring the avengers seating all comfortably and full of themselves at your father reaction to the spinning bottle. “Relax Tony..it’s just truth or dare.” Natasha grinned, maybe she was slightly nervous, you were after all a teenager...and a the daughter of Tony Stark so...but she managed to hide the fact she heard the are you were asked to do obviously.

Tony shot her a look, he wasn’t an idiot and he knew damn well what could happen if you choose to accept whatever they’ll tell you to do.

They all stared at the green bottle spinning in the middle of the giggling teenagers circle.

Tony immediately reached his phone, he knew that you won’t answer and neither will Peter, so he tried and get a better view for the planted camera and a better way to hear the muffled teenagers. Moments past and the screen finally stopped moving only to stop directly on you and Peter, leaving to another room.

“Tony?” Steve called, protection in his voice as he stood up from his spot “Shut up.” Tony called, his eyes still fixed on the small movements on his phone screen. “Tony.” Bruce was one to call this time to which Tony only huffed “I’m busy.” He grunted before smiling proudly to himself for perfecting the camera position “You might want to see this...” Steve trailed and just in time your father managed to see Peter entering a room and closing the door while your beloved friends howled in the background.

Realizing that you were no where to be in the circle, concern and anger fueled his body “oh he better not.” He hissed, eyes glued to the screen before seeing the group rushing from their seats to pin their head to the door.

They all had very pleased grins and giggled escaped their hand covered lips.

When the door opened again in less than 3 minuets, they all took a step back with anticipation and anxious eyes.

“We’ll do it.” You said shyly, peter holding your hand nervously but shrugging with fake confidence.

It started silly really, you don’t know how you ended up with a dare like this when only the game started. “Do an impersonation of Donald Trump” that Adam got, and preformed perfectly! “Go to the neighbour’s house and ask for a banana” which Madison got, and man it was a lot more funnier than it should have been. “Close your eyes and send a blind text to a random person” was something that Jack got, and thus is a start on how he’ll have to explain his aunt why he asked for a booty call, which was just....priceless as you can imagine!

Your stomach hurt with laughter, eyes flickering with tears of amusement. Peter’s laugh was rolling off his tongue with delight, even chocking when he tried to calm himself down.

But then..the bottle spun, and you stared with fear and anticipation as the object dizzied your y/e/c eyes.

Shit.

“Truth..or Dare y/n..” Madison trailed. You gulped nervously, you had to choose dare! You just had to, you can’t break this unspoken rule and choose truth when everyone else chose dare, and the fact they’ll ask something about you and Peter just made you more nervous. Exchanging looks with the group you suddenly turned to Peter, his soft smile calming your nerves before your turned back to the dare devil.

“Dare.” You smirked, fake confidence shadowing you immediately. They all exchanged amused smirks as ideas were to be whispered to the blond girl. Her eyes twinkled with delight when Adam whispered the perfect dare, “do a lap dance.” She smirked and your eyes widened with embarrassment, heat rushed to your whole body and your eyes darted to the floor “On Peter obviously.” She insisted and you immediately looked at your boyfriend embarrassed.

Peter, felt a rally going inside his mind. Anticipation, fear, nerves, lust, embarrassment and awkwardness was showing with red heat on his pale skin. He didn’t look at anyone at first but feeling your gaze upon him he turned around immediately, and seeing your nervousness he had to do the right thing and calm himself down, or at least fake it.

He stood up, his shadow falling over your small character “give us a moment?” He spoke, his hand reaching for yours to walk you to another room.

He placed his hands on your back with a soft smile “you don’t have to..” he whispered, closing the door behind him. pulling you to his embrace.

Your stomach knotted with nerves, mind racing at the possibilities of the outcome. “I..uh it’s fine..” eyes locked at your shifting feet you finally spoke, breaking the anticipating silence. His soft hands reached for your tensed shoulders, grabbing your attention in an instant as butterflies unknotted the feeling inside. He smiled kindly at your wide eyes and brushed a hair our of your cheek quickly “y/n..you don’t have to. I’ll say it’s my fault” he smirked but you shook your head, feeling a slight blush creeping up on you “Peter..” “you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He stated before roaming his hands to hold you by your waist, you unknowingly moved your hands over his shoulder with a slight grin “I love you” he whispered, his cold minty breath brushing agains your lips. “I love you too” you whispered and closed the gap.

You then held him by the hand and opened the door, a few of your friends stumbled inside and you had to bit your lip so you won’t laugh. You darted your eyes between all the characters before giving in “we’ll do it.” You said confidently.

Peter felt his heart pound heavily, fearing you might do it out of pressure. “Y/n?” “I am comfortable as long as you’re with me..” you answered quickly, giving him a small pack on the cheek and leaving to your friends.

“Ok go pick a song! Peter stay.” Jack instructed and you nodded, cringing at the instructions slightly.

“Wow..peer pressure. Thank god I don’t have many friends.” Michelle called from behind as you searched for your jacket.

You turned to her with questioning eyes, “it’s not peer pressure.” You insisted. “Is it not though?” She taunted, but truth is, she cared. And you knew it. “It’s not. because I’ve talked to Pete..and..I’m actually ok with it..” you shrugged, slightly lying but that’s just because you were nervous, not scared.

Finally finding the device you searched for a needed song, but she blocked your screen forcing you to look up at her.

“You don’t have to.” She stated again, her eyes trying to keep cool but failing to hide the care in her voice. “It’s ok chip. I promise.” You smiled genuinely and she let put a huff “fine..I’ll make sure no one will record this” she rolled her eyes, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

After maybe 4 minuets of finally finding a song, the two of you opened the door and turned down towards the living room.

“What’s going on?” “Why are they telling him to sit?” “Why is he standing up now?” “Why are they laughing?” “What the hell did my daughter agreed to?!” Those were just a few of Tony’s questions, his and the teammates eyes glued to the screen like it was the gospel.

“Don’t worry Peter. I’m sure you’re going to enjoy it!” One of the guys called, patting on the shaking shoulder of the boy before slamming himself on the couch in front of the camera.

There was a big sofa left empty, Peter’s profile was seen through as he wiped his hands over his shirt nervously. “You ready y/n/n?” Madison giggled, and when you yelled back a yes they slightly dimmed the lights so the song could start.

(Song: strip that down-liam payne)

The beat started quickly, your mind came up with combination of choreographed music videos as you thought ahead before letting your body move.

Your eyes glanced at the group of teenagers and then turned to lock eyes with Peter while taking a few strides forward, your heels making a clicking noise over the wooden floor before coming to a halt. You swung your hips to the beat, hands slowly running over your curves. Your hands created an X over your waist before moving to circle your chest and go down to your core while leaning closer, your ass slightly swaying to the beat. You circled the chair he was sitting in with lustful eyes that drove him insane (like your family who was watching from the other side, but for other reasons). He licked his lips and bit the inside of his cheek as a reflex, his brown eyes following you with a mixture of nerves and anticipation, after all you were both hormone filled teenagers. Slowly tilting his chin to force him to look at you, you smirked devilishly and ran your hand in his curly hair before letting your thumb crease his bottom lip. With a flicker of his eyes you started face away from him, taking a few steps forward then flipping your hair as you lowered your ass to the floor, sending Peter a wink while rising up slowly, letting him have a good look as if you were all alone.

Swinging your hips to the beat you let yourself sit in his lap, your back to his chest so your ass is pressed against his growing bulge. He put his hands on your hips and your rose like scent made his head dizzy as his hands ran slowly over your unbelievably soft skin and incredible shape.

Slowly leaning back, you let your shoulders hit his chest and wrapped your right arm around his neck. He tried fighting it but he was defeated and gave in to look into your cleavage, that from the angle gave him a perfect view of your lacy bra.

You slowly arched your back and turned to kneel down, your big eyes scanning his features change as you ran your hands over his thighs. He gulped nervously the closer you got to his crouch, a sly and devilish smirk appearing on your lips as you stopped mid action.

You flipped your hair to the side and quickly straddled him, you could see him turn a bright shade of red as you bit your lip. A smirk appeared on your lips as you felt him hard beneath your dress. You run your fingers through his curls and slowly down his neck before leaning closer to connect your soft lips with his sensible skin. A quite moan accidentally escaped to your ears causing you to stop your actions.

He seemed embarrassed but your simply smiled devilishly, your hips beginning to press against his crouch while rocking back and forth. You could see him biting his lips as you stared into his eyes, and the moment he looked into you, you closed the gap between the two of you and gave him a passionate kiss as if no one was there.

A smile intoxicated your lips as you moved to his ear “you can go lower if you want..” you trailed before looking at his wide eyes, your movements not stopping for a moment. He slowly ran his hands down your thighs and you raised a brow hinting him a place to go.

And he did. His warm fingers tailed up your dress and reached down your ass. You could feel your heart beat increase with every second in a very bad, best way.

The song slowly came to an end with you kissing the very flustered boy, you simply smirked and shrugged at everyone’s applause as you all rearranged your seats. They threw some cheeky comments at the both of you, you simply rolled your eyes but Peter seemed to be in a different world. That was until Michelle stood up and pulled a small device from her pocket.

“Uh..” Michelle hand captured the small camera in her hand, thank god it was only one way hear or else she’ll be able to hear the shrike coming from the avengers. Her face coming extremely closer to the camera, fingers lightly pressuring the pieces making the screen twitch before she scanned the small device with careful eyes.

When showing the group the small, spider like metal device you almost, well, no. You had a heart attack the moment you saw it.

And sure, seconds after that, your driver seemed to have a hard time keeping his cool as he motioned you and Peter to go get your coats, “we’re leaving.” He spoke, oh fuck.

“Bucky?” “I just want to talk to him” he answered Vision motionless, his eyes glued to the now blackout screen. Nat slowly rose from her seat and glanced at the blond solider who’s leg was jumping up and down, “Steve?” She called, her hand reaching for the man’s tensed shoulder as if he was a beast. “We just want to talk to him.” He rose quickly, his bright blue eyes hooded by a dark shadow and a tight smile crossing his lips with hidden anger.

Finally Rodney turned to his friend, he saw Tony mad before, angry, frustrated, hopeless anxious depressed he’d seen it all...but not this, this was stone cold and undeciphered. “Tony?” He called, “I just want to shoot him.” He stated, quickly rushing to his feet and turning to leave “What?” “You can’t shoot him Tony he’s a kid!” “Did you see how he-ba dthen he reached for her.. and what why was he smiling like this huh?! And he looked down at her dress! I’m not an idiot! He’s dead!” “Tony. He is a kid. Let it go we can—“”Yeah well so is she.” He said coldly, the room stayed quiet for a few minutes, all exchanging looks not sure what to do.

(Except Bucky who was now over a 1000 dollars richer and planned on going to get some pizza after killing Peter).

“It was a dare. not much come on” “do not tell me how to raise my child Natasha” “if I may interject” “you may not” “I do know a way where we can insure y/n’s well being and also stabilize...their behavior.” Vision spoke, having a slightly hard time to process the very tensioning situation. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me then” your father hissed, a sarcastic smile planted on his lips as his eyes through dagger around the room.

“the fact I am accepting it does not mean I’m ok with that” Tony muttered as FRIDAY announced that your car had arrived.

It was a very...awkward and frightening ride for the two of you. And though Peter was extremely turned on, knowing he was watched and is going to die seemed to make it disappear slightly.

“Children.” Tony spoke, Happy’s hands resting on Peter’s and yours shoulder, squeezing it tight so you’d be unable to escape from your father just yet. You quickly locked eyes with Peter, both of you being consumed with fear.

“Y/n. Care to explain?” Your father spoke, both of you knowing damn well what he meant. You could feel the palm of your hands sweating with nerves as you tried to comment something smug on why had he followed you, your words rolling out of you lips with a shake. “W-why d-did you follow us huh..? A-and I uh..” “wow. Ok next.” You father shut, and you didn’t seem to fight it.

“Peter Parker.” His voice seemed so loud, even though in reality it was a normal volume. “You reached down..my daughter’s..skirt.” He hissed.

Happy let the two of you go and took a few steps back, not quite feeling like ruining is suite with blood. You darted your eyes between your talkative family and your quite boyfriend before whispering “Run.” He seemed to be the only one who heard you because in literally seconds you two sprinted into two different directions.

“Parker. Get off the wall!” Tony yelled, peter was standing ok the ceiling, his hair dangling upside down. Your heart beat was still having a hard tile settling down from running, it was a stupid idea but worth it if it gave Peter a few more seconds of being alive.

“Sir. Listen. It wasn’t what it seemed like—“

“Get off the wall!” “No no you have to listen I swear I treat her right please don’t kill me!”

“I can’t kill you! You are on the freaking wall!” Tony shook his head, his eyes drifting to his feet briefly and then looking back at the teenager “And also May would kill me..” He muttered, earning a snorted laugh from Natasha.

You quickly made your way to the “Papa..” he indicated a finger to your lips, with a brief glare before turning back “hush. We’ll talk about this later.” His eyes still locked on Peter’s form glued to the wall, almost falling as Sam tried to tickle him with a broomstick.

“You’re dating.” Your dad declared as you and Peter sat next to one another in the kitchen table. Behind his were your entire family, even Loki, all throwing you mixed looks. Some had amusement and a blessing while other planned on murdering Peter for reaching down you skirt. “Yep.” You answered quickly, eyes slowly drifting to Peter who seemed as terrified as anyone had ever been. “Yes..” he finally answered, swallowing hard as if someone was choking him. Your heart beat booming in your brain with every breath that left your lips “I’m...” your father started, taking a deep breath and looking to his sides before looking back at you. “not fully ok with..this.” He continued twirling his finger towards the two of you before pinching the bridge of his nose. “But fine.” He huffed with a hidden smile, and that word “fine” was enough for you to feel happy. You brushed your fingers over Peter’s as a soft smile tugged at both of your lips, but maybe it was slightly a little bit early to celebrate.

“Y/n. Go upstairs for a moment will you?” You both darted your eyes away from each other and looked at the group fearfully. “The guys and me want to have a private conversation with Peter.” Your father smiled tightly and you nodded nervously. “Good luck” you murmured as the girls escorted you to your room, and yes, like your friends, they too teased you about your ‘hidden’ skill.

“I have 10 condoms,25 more ruled we’ll need to follow and over 300 ways your family will kill me if I hurt you....” peter trailed shakily, his form leaning against your door frame as his eyes locked at the foot of your bed. You shook your head with a smile a shy chuckle rolled from your lips “good..I think” you smiled, slowly swaying your hips before pulling him inside with a kiss.

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I started Ω+ on this day five years ago as the sister site to our own Omega WUSB playlist page. Whitehouse’s William Bennett who has one of his own is the reason why. We had lots of nothing to do in-between creating broadcasts so I wanted to stay busy. I felt there was a lot of music I played, listened to, and discovered that I wanted to get out and connect with people. Our first post? #0. Yes, we have a post number zero. We had to give it some due because #1 always goes first. #0 was not only the genesis of Ω+ but also told of Omega’s return to station airwaves. That was also our very first playlist post, a kind which we rarely did until only a couple of years ago when we carried them over here to up our profile and our show.

We learned that posting once or twice a month got us nowhere, so we got right to it. Ω+ is all original content and no re-posting other people’s entries. All fair and square. Everything you see here is all written by me. Discoveries and purchases I found at record stores, artists I played on-air, tracks that made an impact or changed the game, experiences that happened, sounds I gave to friends and allies and vice versa, and more. All real and no fiction. The first few short bursts allowed me to share what I thought was amazing and see if anything of my ideas resonated. We used to post finds according to season when I found them, but why have it limit usus? With my diversity, I wasn’t content with focusing on only a few genres. Ω+ became anything-goes: shoegaze, punk, synthpop, hip-hop, new wave, industrial, noise, hardcore, everything. Nothing would be off-limits because I’m truly into all types of music. For a long time I had trouble finding the right time to post to get consistent visitors. What used to be 11AM then 8AM, I now post starting at midnight for best results. For a while I even tried blog promotion and with a lot of time and work, we received lots of followers. 99% of those followers did just that and we never seen them on our dashboard or notifications again.

Ω+’s first few posts had no one showing up but there was no quit here. When they like or follow me, I do the same as a thank-you. Some of you stopped by to say that I was capturing exactly what happened, when it happened. Regulars not only visited here daily but sometimes when those one or two specific followers share something of mine back to themselves, the counts rocket right up. That’s a great feeling to wake up to. I even spoke to people here who influenced my shows and impacted me personally.

On the other hand, we disallow pornbots and followers posting NSFW images and because of it, we were almost planning on leaving here for another site. Sorry, it’s simply not our thing. With The Great (?) Tumblr Purge of December 2018 (always remember, never forget), we might be able to breathe a little better; though we do have to say it doesn’t do good on the rights of others who get off on it. Pun intended. Erasure is never a good thing. We also disallow anyone who just walk in and message us to “check me out” or “hey look at me, listen to my music”. It’s not what we’re about. Stop asking us. We really don’t care about you.

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The Lion & The Snake pt. 2 l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

a/n: IT’S FINALLY HERE! I’m sorry it took so long, but thanks to everyone who requested part 2! and thanks to the anon who gave me the idea for one of the scenes, it fit perfectly! I’m sorry for any mistakes, I just really wanted to post this!

You can find part one here.

prompt: Shawn is a Gryffindor, (y/n) is a Slytherin, and they are a mess.

You didn’t remember ever feeling this angry.

Your day revolved around ways to kill Shawn Mendes, no kidding.

Pure anger filled your chest every time you thought about how Shawn Mendes had managed to play with you.

It wasn’t that he hurt your feelings because you felt attracted to him.

No, you were hurt because he hurt your pride.

Which made you clutch the Prefect badge tighter while inflating your chest showing the Slytherin crest, showing everyone you were more than a stupid, useless, egocentric, ignorant Gryffindor boy.

He didn’t know what he had gotten himself into after messing with your head the way he did, especially after word spread out that you and him had been dating for months and he had dumped you.

Courtesy of some Hufflepuff gossip that had nothing better to do, obviously.

You were used to receive long glances as you made your way through the dungeons, after all, you were prefect, one of the best students of your year along Granger, and one of Draco Malfoy’s closest friends, but most of those glances weren’t because of that these days, they were because they bought the cheap gossip about Shawn, who had made very little to deny the story while unnecessarily feeding the drama.

“Hey, (l/n), since you made an exception with Mendes, would you like coming to Hogsmeade with me?” A sixth year Ravenclaw boy teased as his friends laughed.

“Are you going to walk away or do I have to hex you?” you challenged.

“Maybe you can just kiss me and we can forget about it.” he smirked but it was soon erased from his face as you casted a Bat-Bogey hex.

It was a matter of seconds until large, black bats started flying out of his nose and you heard your name being called by a deep voice you knew too well.

“Dammit, (y/n)! If Snape walks in...” Draco hissed but he couldn’t help to stare in awe how the boy struggled.

“No one will know, am I right?” you asked sweetly as the boy’s friends tried to help him.

“Go away, you snake!” one of the friends yelled at you.

You chuckled and took a step forward to the hexed boy, “Don’t come near me unless you want to discover what else I can do, okay?”

The boy ran away, leaving you and Draco alone.

“This has gone too far, do you want me to talk to Mendes?” Draco asked you.

“No, he’ll receive what he deserves soon enough.” you placed your wand inside your robe.

“Don’t get in trouble, he’s not worth it.”

“He’s not, but my pride is worth everything, and he has to know that.”

With that the both of you made your way to the Potions classroom.

Can’t patrol tonight, Snape has me looking over the students at detention.

You sighed as you read the letter Draco’s owl had sent. You gave the eagle owl a treat before leaving the Common Room to patrol the lonely corridors of the castle.

It was silent, the only thing that could be heard were your footsteps and the portraits’ hushed conversations as the night fell.

You were patrolling the left corridor of the seventh floor when you heard footsteps, only this time they didn’t belong to you.

Quickly casting Lumos, you turned around, only to find the last person you wanted to see these days.

Shawn Mendes.

And he was accompanied by Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

You chuckled, “Looks like mighty Mendes here is replacing Hermione, are you and Weasley together yet?”

“Watch your words, (l/n)” Ron spat and you almost laughed at the situation.

“Well, what brings three Gryffindors so far from their Common Room almost two hours past curfew?” you asked and they all looked at you.

“We don’t owe you an explanation.” Ron said again and you could see Potter mouthing his name, knowing very well they had no way out.

“Oh, I think you do, because last time I checked I am the Prefect patrolling tonight, Weasley. Wonder what will the Head Boy say when he hears one of his beloved Gryffindor Prefects is challenging a Prefect while breaking the school rules?”

“We’re sorry, (l/n). We were studying but we lost track of time, it won’t happen again.” Potter lied smoothly.

“Do you expect me to believe that?” you raised an eyebrow.

“It’s the truth.” Potter said, not even flinching.

“Okay then. I will bring this to your seventh year Prefects’ attention. Potter, Weasley, you may leave.”

The three Gryffindor boys started walking away but your voice echoed through the hall.

“I said Potter and Weasley, where the hell do you think you’re going, Mendes?” you said with a calmed yet firm voice.

The three figures stopped walking. They looked at each other until Harry and Ron kept walking and a quiet Shawn just stood there.

“Filch needs help with the trophies, so off you go.” you informed and tried to walk away.

“Are you serious? It’s almost two hours past curfew!” Shawn complained, raising his voice.

“Should’ve though about it before breaking the rules, huh? Now get out of my face.” you tried to walk away, again, but only this time you felt a warm hand circling your wrist.

“Why are you being so childish?”

“I am not, you were past curfew, you deserve punishment. That’s how it works. Now let go of me, or I’ll hex the life out of you.” you threatened but he didn’t let go.

“Just like you did with that Ravenclaw boy?”

“Oh, so you’re keeping up with me?” you asked cockily.

“Why can’t you act like an adult? Can’t you just move on?” Shawn questioned and let go of your hand.

“I am being an adult, you are being stupid by not shutting the rumor down.”

“The rumor is true, though!” Shawn defended himself.

“No, it’s not!” you raised your voice for the first time, “You kissed me, you played me, but we never dated! I’ve never liked you, I despise you.” you said through gritted teeth.

“Why can’t you just forget about what happened?!”

“Because you don’t let me! You are letting people talk about how I fell for you, how you played with me! I did nothing wrong, you did! Yet somehow I'm the one taking the blame for what you did, now you see where I’m coming from?”

You hadn’t noticed how long you had wanted to tell all that to the tall boy in front of you until your eyes welled up with unwanted tears. Your hands turned into tight fists as you stared at Shawn’s blank face.

“I hate you,” you hissed at him, “now go with Filch, I am done with you.”

Almost two hours later Shawn was able to make his way to Gryffindor’s Common Room.

He repeated the password for at least five times until the Fat Lady finally decided to show the door, since she was too busy trying to sing, and the first thing he saw was his friends waiting for him in front of the fireplace.

“What happened to you?” Ron asked him.

“Had to help Filch, it was a nightmare.” Shawn complained while yawning.

“What’s your deal with (y/n)?” Harry asked with genuine curiosity.

“Nothing, you know we’ve never tolerated each other.” Shawn answered.

“Don’t lie to us, mate. We know you had something with her and you left her.” Ron said and Shawn shook his head.

“Nothing ever happened, she’d never even look at me.” Shawn said bitterly.

“Well, don’t sound so sad about it.” Ron laughed and punched Shawn’s shoulder.

“She really dislikes your for some reason, though. Hell, even Malfoy pays more attention to you now rather than me.” Harry still wasn’t convinced with Shawn’s answer.

Shawn sighed, “It’s like Cho Chang.”

Both Harry and Ron furrowed their eyebrows in confusion, “what?”

“(y/n) is like Cho or Fleur Delacour,” Ron blushed at the sound of her name, “She’s forbidden. She’d never look twice at my direction unless we were fighting, it makes her... Interesting.”

Silence filled the room around the three friends until Ron spoke: “You like the snake?”

“No!” Shawn answered quickly.

“I don’t get it, then.” Harry stared at Shawn, trying to comprehend.

“She is, or she was a challenge. I tried to get close to her to prove a point, and it worked.” Shawn confessed.

“So.. you did have something?” Ron asked, not even trying to mask his confused face.

“No, we made out and then I made fun of her, that’s it.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, “Then why haven’t you said anything about the rumors?”

“You know better than anyone how rumors work in this castle, Harry. It would do more harm than good.” He lied.

The friends remained silent until they noticed they were completely alone in the Common Room, meaning it was time to go to bed.

Shawn was tired, but he couldn’t bring himself to sleep.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the words the Slytherin Prefect had said to him.

He knew very well the reason why he hadn’t stopped the rumor, and it wasn’t because it would be meaningless.

No. It was he liked people thinking there was a you and him.

He knew that way you wouldn’t forget about the messed up things he did to you, and it was bad, he knew that, but maybe that way you wouldn’t forget the way his lips felt against yours, either.

Because, at least, he couldn’t forget that his hands were the perfect size to circle your waist and how your lips fit like a puzzle.

He wasn’t supposed to fall, but he did it anyway.

But, just as he said, you were forbidden, and you hated his guts.

You loved Potions, you were excellent and Professor Snape did not hate you, which was saying something.

Well, you loved Potions except when you had to share your beloved class with the Gryffindors.

And that was the case for today.

You were making your way to the Potions classroom, but for some reason the dungeons were crowded and you noticed a small circle of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

And in the middle if the center stood Aaliyah Mendes.

You rolled your eyes and prepared your wand as you walked to her direction, hearing the students call her names because she wasn’t worth of the Mendes last name, because she was a Slytherin, and the despicable House of Snakes wasn’t worth the purity of the Mendes last name.

And somehow we were the ones called pureblood supremacists and bullies.

“Leave the girl alone.” you said breaking the circle of third years.

“Why would we listen to you? You are just as worthless as she is, we all know you shagged his brother and he left you. No one wants a snake.” A Gryffindor girl said.

“Mind your words, you’re talking to a Prefect.” you walked towards the girl.

“Is she bothering you?” A sixth year Gryffindor approached his fellow house mate.

“Nothing we can’t handle.” the girl said and the ones surrounding her laughed.

“I will bring this up to the Head Boy and Girl, and Professor McGonagall. I can’t imagine her face when she hears her House is creating these kind of monsters.”

“Since when are you defending little girls, huh? Or is it because she’s Mendes’ little sister? Have a soft spot for him?” the boy teased you.

“Get the hell out of my face!” you said and placed your wand in front of his face.

“I’m not scared of you, (l/n). You try to make a name for yourself but it’s not working, you’re only known for being a desperate slut, and you’re showing it now.” the boy whispered since your faces were inches apart.

“Get away from me.” you whispered and casted a stunning spell, making the boy fly away from you.

The dungeons fell silent, suddenly the air was thicker and people had circled once again, but this time you were in the middle of it as the boy got up and walked towards you.

“You don’t know what you yourself into...” The Gryffindor threatened until he was interrupted.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Shawn’s voice echoed through the dungeon.

“Shawn, mate, come on! She’s bothering me, and defending your sister!”

“Stay the hell away from both of them.” Shawn said firmly.

“Or what?” The boy challenged.

Both of their wands were drawn, a duel was about to happen right there in the dungeons and it was gonna get messy as you noticed Potter and Weasley making their ways through the crowd, closely followed by Granger who tried to stop them from making a bigger problem.

Ron and Harry were almost reaching Shawn’s side when a cold voice cut the tension in the air.

“Cut it or I’ll get Professor Snape.” Draco’s voice echoed the cold dungeon.

Neither Shawn or the other Gryffindors moved.

“Break it, this part of the dungeons is for Slytherins only. Get lost.” he said again, only louder this time.

Hermione got in front of the three boys and the crowd started to dissipate. Everyone was frightened that the Slytherin Prince himself had told them to get lost.

Only Shawn was standing there with his jaw clenched and his hand fisted around his wand, and a frightened Aaliyah was still processing what had just happened.

Draco was making his way towards Shawn but you grabbed his wrist, “I’ll take care of him.”

“No way.” Draco said.

“Draco, I’m serious. Take the girl back to the Common Room, I’ll deal with him.”

His icy blue eyes searched for yours, trying to change your mind but he gave up.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you decided to kill him, just saying.” he told you before directing Aaliyah back to the Slytherin Common Room.

You took a deep breath and approached Shawn, who was now looking at you.

“Why would you do that?” you asked him but he didn’t answer. “Are you deaf? Why would you that, Mendes!”

“He deserved it.”

“I was fine by myself!”

“I know, but he was bothering you and my sister! I wasn’t gonna let him...” he was going to continue but was interrupted by you.

“When are you going to stop playing hero, Mendes? It’s getting old.” you said and turned around to leave.

“Why can’t you accept my help?!”

“I don’t need anything from you, Shawn! I just need you to get away from my face, please.”

All of a sudden, Shawn found himself alone in the dungeons.

It was Hogsmeade weekend and Draco had begged you to go with him because he needed a new servicing kit for his broomstick.

You weren’t very interested in broomstick care so took off to Honeydukes instead, which was as crowded as expected during Hogsmeade weekend.

You picked four chocolate frogs and a sugar quill before going to the register. You greeted some people and even started a conversation with some of them, mostly Slytherins who were spending the time out.

It was finally your turn to pay when someone placed a couple of galleons on the counter, paying for your sweets.

Shawn Mendes had just paid for your sweets.

You rolled your eyes and waited to be handed your package so you could leave fast.

But of course he easily caught you, circling his hand around your covered wrist.

“What’s with people catching my wrist so easily.” you said to yourself, but Shawn heard and let out a breathy laugh.

“I think it’s because you always leave places in such a rush and your arm forgets to follow you, it’s easy to catch.”

“Well, you can let go of it now.” you pointed at Shawn who still had his hand around your wrist.

“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized. “So... How are you?” he asked and you raised your eyebrows.

“Seriously?”

Shawn sighed, “come on, (y/n). I’m trying to be nice.” he said and you couldn’t find any sign in his eyes that he was lying.

“I’m good, what about you?” “I’m good.” Shawn answered with a smile.

“Okay, then.” you said turning around, ready to leave.

“Wait!” Shawn caught your wrist, again. “Sorry.” he apologized, again.

“Is there something you want to talk about? I though we had sorted everything out.”

“Look... I know I've been an ass, okay? I’m not proud of it, but I think we were building something before I messed up. There was something going on between us, I don’t know if it was romantically or maybe we were on our way to be friends, real friends, and I’m so sorry I messed it up.” he said and suddenly his cheeks were flushed from his rant.

“Took you long enough, huh?” you crossed your arms, trying to not give into him.

“I’m so sorry. You’re great, and I didn’t know that.”

“The thing is, Shawn... I don’t believe you. I’m sorry. We’re good, though. Don’t worry about it anymore.”

“(y/n)...”

“See you back at the castle, looks like your friends are waiting for you.” you swiftly glanced at the Golden Trio who were not-so-subtly looking at your direction.

“I meant what I said.”

“So did I,” you finished with a smile. “Oh, and Shawn?”

“Yeah?”

“You and your friends are being too obvious about the meetings on the left corridor of the seventh floor. The others won’t ignore it for long, and I don’t wanna talk to Umbridge, so be careful.”

He liked you.

After months of thinking and screwing it up, Shawn came to the conclusion that he liked you.

Or at least, now he admitted it to himself instead of pathetically denying it.

He hadn’t made the situation easy for himself, you didn’t want anything that came from him and he didn’t know how to make it better.

So he did what any rational person would do, talk to their friends.

Draco Malfoy didn’t enjoy being bothered, especially not as he patrolled the silent halls of the castle.

“Malfoy.” Shawn said from behind the blond.

“What are you doing here, Mendes? You know I’m reporting this.”

“I still have ten minutes until curfew, and I want to talk to you.” Draco had stopped walking, staring at Shawn.

“What would you possible want to talk about with me?”

“(Y/N).” Shawn said and Draco released a humorless chuckle.

“She hates you, end of story.”

“She doesn’t hate me, she just does not trust me.”

“Same thing.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“I need her to trust me.” Shawn said and Draco laughed.

“That’s not gonna happen, sorry.”

“Malfoy...”

“I hate you, Mendes. She’s my friend, and you hurt her. You don’t know her at all, I do. For Merlin’s beard, stay the hell away from her.”

“I like her.”

“I know, and I also know that you hurt her because I stood by her side every day while you let the entire school laugh and talk about her, so don’t come here now trying to pretend to be in love with her or whatever. Leave her alone.”

“I don’t know why I came to you.” Shawn scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I don’t either. now go to your Common Room.”

Malfoy was useless.

Black Lake, 7 PM. Be there.

You rolled your eyes as you recognized Shawn’s owl.

You thought he was over whatever had happened between the two of you, the good and the bad, but apparently he was very persistent, because for some reason you found yourself putting on the signature Slytherin scarf around your neck and quietly exited the dimly lit Common Room.

Your bordered the castle and found Shawn's figure sitting on the ground, throwing pebbles to the lake.

“Hey.” you said and he jumped.

“(Y/N), you scared me.” he dramatically placed a hand over his heart.

“Drama queen.” you smiled and sat next to him.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“I don’t know why I'm here.”

“I wanted to talk.” Shawn fixed his eyes on yours.

“I thought we had sorted everything out?” you told him but a small smile formed on your face.

“No, I haven’t told you everything.” he fiddled with his red and gold tie.

“Really? You aren’t tired of this... situation? Because I am.” you confessed.

Shawn took a deep breath and bit his lip before finding your eyes again;

“I like you, okay? I like you, and this is such hard work for me to confess. Fuck, and I have a very special way to let you know and I’m sorry for everything I’ve done.”

You studied his face for any sign that he was lying but you couldn’t find anything. You just noticed his soft features and defined jawline, and the way his eyes kept looking for yours.

“I’m not ready for anything, Shawn. I may look tough, but this year really took a toll on me.” you admitted.

“I think I can wait.” he cautiously made his way closer to you.

“I don’t think you should.”

“Aren’t you supposed to say that you like me back?” Shawn teased, even if you could hear a hint of nervousness on his voice.

“I don’t know if I do.” you honestly answered.

“Okay, I can wait. It’s the least I can do after everything.”

“You are a very complicated man, have you been told that?” You joked and Shawn shook his head.

“It’s part of my charm.”

“Sorry, I somehow fail to see that.” you chuckled.

“I’m hurt.”

“Deal with it. I’m going back to the castle.” you were starting to get up but Shawn gripped your wrist.

“Stay, I’m not ready to let go of this moment.”

This time you found his eyes and it wasn’t a hard decision.

You stayed.

You didn’t know what had happened, you only knew there were fireworks and Umbridge had you and other Prefects at her office.

it didn’t make sense at first, but then you saw Harry Potter’s friends being carried inside, and of course Shawn was there.

You quietly placed yourself behind Shawn, asking him what was going on but he only told you to get down as spells started flying around, resulting in most of the Prefects and members one the Inquisitorial Squad laying on the ground, defenseless.

Luna Lovegood, Ron and Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom quickly made their way out the office, but Shawn stayed there.

He was flustered and his hands were subtly shaking, but he hid it as he place them on your cheeks and kissed your lips.

It was a quick peck, but it held so much meaning you couldn’t really process it.

“What the hell is going on?” you asked him, confused.

“I can’t tell you, but be careful. Pretend to be stunned, I don’t know. but be safe.” he left a kiss on your forehead and he left.

Well, damn.

It was the last week of June, meaning it was almost time to go back home, and you were more than ready for it, especially after the OWLs and the whole Shawn situation.

Shawn had kept his word and waited, and you had arranged weekly dates on the Black Lake, just to talk and relax.

Oh, and Shawn hadn’t gotten himself killed after breaking into the Department of Mysteries, which revealed that the Dark Lord was back, and Draco’s father had been taken to Azkaban.

Right now, you were patrolling the corridors on your own because Draco had been allowed to leave the school before term because the situation his family was dealing with.

You were reaching the library when someone’s hand brushed against yours, making you jump in surprise.

“Merlin’s beard, Shawn! Don’t do that!” you softly hit his chest.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” he chuckled. “Are you done with patrolling?” he asked and you nodded.

“It’s past curfew, I’ll have to report this to Gryffindor’s seventh year Prefects, and you know that.” you shook your head.

“No, you won’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“You won’t say anything, because I’ll escort you to your Common Room.”

“I don’t need you to do that.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, “Can you let me do a nice thing for you? Please?”

“Okay, let’s go.” you didn’t put up a fight because it was late and you were tired.

The walk was mainly silent, until a cold breeze made you both shudder.

“Do you think there’s going to be a war?” Shawn asked out of the blue.

“What?”

“The Dark Lord, he’s back. He has his Death Eaters and he’ll keep recruiting them. Some people say that what happened on the Ministry was the first battle, and I was there, I don’t think I can handle a war.” Shawn poured all his feelings and you didn’t know what to say.

“I do think something’s going to happen, Shawn, but we can’t help it, we can only be prepared for when it happens.”

For some reason, your hands were faster than your brain and you interlaced your fingers.

“I think we are going to be just fine.” you smiled at him and kept walking towards the Slytherin Common Room.

“Have you heard about Malfoy?” Shawn asked, sounding truly concerned.

“Not much, I don’t think he expected this at all. I can’t imagine how he must be feeling with his father in Azkaban.”

“He’s getting what he deserves.” Shawn added.

“I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier.” you said as you reached the entrance to the Common Room.

“Good night, (Y/N)”

You smiled and placed your hands on the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you.

“Good night, Shawn.” you whispered on his lips before kissing him.

Your lips fit perfectly against his, that was the only thing you could think about when you felt him smile against your lips.

“Do I have to keep waiting?” Shawn circled his arms around your waist but you quickly let go of the embrace.

“Good night.” you smiled and said the password before entering.

Nothing could erase the smile from your lips.

Everything was ready to leave Hogwarts.

You looked at the castle as you made your way to the Hogwarts Express with your friends when suddenly, someone grabbed your wrist, separating you from the group.

“I haven’t seen you in all day, thought you were avoiding me.” Shawn said intertwining your fingers.

“Maybe I am.” you giggled.

“Are you going to visit me?”

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.

“See you next year, Shawn.”

#shawn mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fanfic #hogwarts!shawn #shawn mendes au

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Untitled 1/? (Avatar)

“I wish Asami had been able to accompany us.” Korra sighed, and leaned over to watch the land pass below Oogi.

“The two of you got six months to explore the new Spirit Portal and get a good start to your relationship. Now it’s time for both of you to go back to your responsibilities.” Tenzin lectured as he continued to guide the sky bison to their destination.

“Don’t be such a wet blanket, Tenzin, they’re in love” commented Bumi, lazing about. “When you married Pema, we let you take a year off for your honeymoon.”

“You said you’d give me a year, but I actually had to come back after three months to deal with problems. Six months is plenty of time for a vacation.” The younger brother argued back.

Korra rolled her eyes and interrupted before the two of them got into another argument. She may have been ill for three years and in the Spirit World for another six months after that, but she knew these two well enough not to let them get into it. “So, what’s so special about that it required the Avatar presence to fix?”

“It’s not an emergency this time, just something I thought you’d like to see.”

“Yeah?”

“A new Airbender.”

“Uh, didn’t we pick up all the Airbenders from the Harmonic Convergence back before the whole thing with the Red Lotus?” Despite herself, Korra couldn’t quite repress a shiver. She’d healed from the trauma and fear, but she still instinctively flinched when she remembered how close she had come to dying and how long she had spent trying to recover.

“We picked up those closest to Republic City while you were with us, and during the three years of your recovery we also traveled to both the North and South Pole Water Tribes and the Fire Nation recruiting more. But due to Kuvira’s actions, we don’t know if we’ve recruited all the Airbenders in the Earth Kingdom.” Behind Tenzin’s head, Bumi raised his hand and began mimicking his brother’s words, muttering “Blah, blah, blah.” Korra stifled a giggle.

“But today we’re going to see a new type of Airbender. One who didn’t receive the power through Harmonic Convergence, but instead was born with it naturally.”

“When you say naturally . . . “

“No Airbender lineage. In fact, no bender lineage at all.”

“And you’re sure they didn’t get it via Harmonic Convergence?”

“According to our contact in the area, the kid’s only three years old.” answered Bumi. “Harmonic Convergence was five years ago.”

“Oh that is weird.” she agreed. “Who’s the contact?”

“One of the Airbenders who chose not to join us. Although he has his reasons. He’s an older man, and when Opal and Kai met with him, apparently had been crippled by an accident, meaning it would be difficult for him to move to the Temple. In addition, he’d just been appointed Mayor of his town when he developed Airbending, he didn’t want to abandon his responsibilities.” Was that a crack at her? With Tenzin’s straight face it was difficult to tell, and he wasn’t exactly turning colors. Maybe it was just an observation. “He’s advanced over the past three years to become Governor of the surrounding territory, so he’s never really had a chance to train with the rest of us, although we’ve sent training manuals and from what Opal and Kai said, he’s almost a natural at it. If the parents are uncomfortable with us taking the kid for training, he’ll be a good basic trainer.”

She nodded, then what Tenzin had said earlier registered. “Wait, was he working for Kuvira?”

“And so did Bolin and Varrick, and we forgave them and worked with them. Kuvira didn’t become a tyrant overnight, initially many people joined her because she was quelling the chaos that appeared after Hou-Ting’s death. And this guy was actually one of our better contacts after she started cracking down and isolating the Earth Kingdom. Not to mention he and his brother, a Waterbender, got rounded up in those purges of hers.”

“Alright, I get it. I’ll give the guy a chance. What’s his name anyway?”

“Tarkik.”

“Huh, I guess he and his brother were from the North Water Tribe then.” She rested her chin on her hands.

“Hey bro, are we there yet?”

“So help me, Bumi, I will turn this bison around and-oh, we’re here.” With that, Tenzin started to bring Oogi down to the ground.

They landed, and after removing and cleaning Oogi’s tack (and making sure the bison had plenty of grass to graze on), Korra and the two Airbenders made their way to the governor’s residence. Korra had been surprised that he hadn’t come out to greet them, then remembered that Tenzin had said the man was a cripple. She was definitely interested in getting to meet the man who had so impressed both Opal and Kai (who were well on they’re way to becoming Master Airbenders as well) and how the man had managed given that he was too injured to join the rest of them at the Temple. Once inside they were allowed in without any issue and informed that Tarkik was in his study with his brother and that they could go right in without needing to be accompanied by any guards.

Which turned out to be a good thing, because their reactions would have been really hard to explain. “You two!” screeched Korra.

“Tarrlock!” yelled Tenzin.

“Councilor Tarrlock? You’re alive? We thought Amon had killed you.” said Bumi, then did a double-take, clearly confused that he was the calm one out of the three.

The ex-Councilor sighed and rubbed his sinuses with his left hand. From where she stood, Korra could see the right had been replaced by a prosthetic. She couldn’t spend more attention on him because she was focused more on Noatak, who was arching an eyebrow sardonically at her. “I take it Opal and Kai are on another good will mission and were unavailable to act as liaisons?”

“That’s one way of putting it. What the hell are you two doing here?” she snapped.

“Woah, woah, woah, time out!” shouted Bumi stepping between them. “Let’s calm down and talk this over rationally. Maybe some explanations on why everyone’s so mad at each other?”

Tenzin stared goggle-eyed at his brother. “I never expected a day when you’d be the voice of reason.”

“Yeah, yeah, Bumi the reckless, I know what you think of me. So think about what it means when I say I don’t want to get in a fight right now.”

“Bumi, how do you know Tarrlok?”

“Kid, I’ve was Commander of the Second Division of the United Forces before this guy,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Tarrlok. “-was appointed to the Council. Of course I know who he is. But what’s gotten into both of you?”

“That traitor-” spat out Tenzin. “Is Yakone’s son, and a bloodbender! He kidnapped the Avatar and tried to frame the Equalists! He ran once his secret was discovered, but I guess he’s been building power again since then.”

“Tenzin-” Tarrlok was interrupted by Tenzin launching an air punch at him. Surprisingly, it was deflected when Tarrlok put up an air shield, with the swipe being pushed away towards the window and not even ruffling the papers on his desk. “You don’t give your students enough credit Tenzin.”

“How are you an Airbender?!? Did Harmonic Convergence magically change your affinity?”

“No,” Korra hadn’t taken her eyes off the real threat since they’d walked in. “Amon took away Tarrlok’s bending when he captured him. I guess the Harmonic Convergence gave it back, but in a new form. Little surprised to see you working together now though.” Tenzin and Bumi slowly registered her words, then turned to the other man in growing horror.

“Well met, Commander Bumi and Councilor Tenzin.”

“What the hell?” whispered Bumi.

Ignoring him, Noatak addressed Korra. “To answer your earlier question, Avatar, there was a recent flood that caused damage in the water treatment plant that supplies drinking water for this city and the surrounding towns. The Governor and I were going over plans to repair the plant.”

A moment passed.

“You were doing civil planning?”

#avatar #legend of korra #korra #bumi #tenzin #tarrlok #amon #noatak #this is going to be longer than i thought

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dustinbi · 6 years

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Puppy love

Ships: Stenbrough

Warnings: PTSD, OCD panic attack, and brief mention of death

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Notes: Hopefully you guys like it because I spent 2 weeks on this

One night in late April during their junior year after a date at a breakfast diner that stays open until 10pm. Stan’s hand brushed against bills. They had been dating for almost a month now and Stan could say it was one of the best things that has ever happened to him. Bill had asked him during a study session for the upcoming SATs.

“I asked Mrs. Baker if I could go over the limited amount of words for our micro fictions that are only 500 words. Like how am I supposed to show characters, ha-v-ve a plot, and do-o a plot twist in 500 words. But she sa-a-id no-o-o a-n-n-nd I-I ho-o-oly sh-hh,” Bill almost yelled out the last words because with each crumpled and broken word he got angrier and angrier.

“I know big bill, it’s perfectly fine. How about we talk about our next date?” Stan asked politely. He had known about how Bill’s stutter made him feel since their second sleepover. But as they got older their sleepovers got darker with them sharing their insecurities and the shared trauma from that one fated summer.

“Well we are walking towards my house but yours is a little further so I’ll juh-huh-st walk you the-e-ere and we are go-o-ing to the park and see if that im-m-port-t-ant bird is th-h-here,” Bill had known he would live with this stutter but he had been going to speech therapy lately to fix that. Besides the therapist had told him when he got angry or stressed it got worse so he should stay away from those type of situations. So good bird watching was the go to when one of them was stressed. The speech therapy even if it was still in school and during his free period it was one of the only good things his parents have done for him since Georgie died.

“Do you feel that? I think it’s sprinkling,” Stan knew he would be a little stressed but since he took his pills in the afternoon today he would fair better with his OCD but still it’s was nice for his friends to accommodate. But still thinking how of the rain would put little mismatched little damp spots on his freshly washed jeans made him want to pull at his hair which he hasn’t done in months but still if it got bad he would have to startup the regular visits with his doctor again.

“It’s not too bad it’s just drizzling,” Bill said doing a dopey smile at completing the sentence without stuttering.

But right as he said that it started to pour. It was almost comical at how fast and how much rain came down after those words had left his lips. But it wasn’t funny how they were only in jeans a t shirt and light jacket but only a cardigan for Stan’s case. Bill grabbed Stan’s hand and put his jacket around his shoulders. Even though it had been a month Stan couldn’t get over how perfect his boyfriend was

“I’ll ra-ace you to my hou-use” Bill said using his trademark smile that made everyone swoon after that made him a heartthrob to everyone.(Well mostly Stan). and they ran to Bill’s house laughing and holding hands so it wasn’t much of a race. The lighting and thunder were almost as loud as Stan’s heart from how fast it was beating. It was mostly from the running but he could say part of it was from how beautiful Bill looked even when he looked soaked to the core from the rain. How his t shirt now hung loosely from him and how it was stretching with the weight of the water. And how his golden red hair was sticking to his face and how his checks were red and it made his few freckles that he still had from his childhood pop. And it didn’t help that Stan could see some of his muscles from the see thoroughness of the shirt. Oh god teenage hormones were making his head turn to mush.

Once Bill had opened up his house he could get a good look at Stan. Stan wasn’t on any hardcore muscle building sports that didn’t mean it didn’t exist but it was mostly in his legs. His hair was started to curl up from the rain washing out most of the gel but still some of it stuck to his face and framed it making it more defined with his cheekbones. And Stan seemed so perfect in that moment Bill couldn’t help but kiss him and Stan’s tan skin had seemed to flush at the wonderful loving kiss.

“Do you want to call your parents while I throw your clothes in the wash and take a shower?” Bill asked knowing that Stan’s somewhat bliss would end when he realized exactly what kind of state he was in.

“Thanks Bill,” Stan said after a bit striping down somewhat so most of his clothes would be dry by tomorrow.

——-

Stan stepped out of the steaming shower. Don’t look in the mirror she’ll be there. After the day in sewers Stan couldn’t bring himself to look into mirrors or she’ll be there standing behind him her teeth poking out and her hands almost around his neck. Stop thinking about it or you’ll start to scratch. And IT will win. My face hurts. It hurts so much. The warmth of my blood is the only thing warm in that disgusting place. The damp sewers, the razor sharp teeth, those bright lights, and the coldness of them leaving me. Leaving me, they’re not your friends they don’t care, they left you, they aren’t you-

A knock from outside of the door wakes Stan up from his memories.

“My parents aren’t going to be be home until thursday so it doesn’t matter if you stay,”

“Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes,” Stan says with a blush.

“I’ll be waiting downstairs,”

“Okay,”

The sound of Bill’s footsteps down the stairs relax Stan to look at his legs that were scratched raw but not bleeding. Still a win.

As Stan puts on one of Bill’s clean shirts he walks down the stairs knowing the Denbrough house almost as well as his own from the sleepovers.

“So I got the ghostbusters, Batman, and alien,”

“Batman cause the others would be pissed if we watched ghostbusters without them,”

They had fallen asleep a little after the credits limbs tangled and all.

——-

“FuCK wE ARE SO LATE,” Stan yelled once he check the time on the stove.

“What time is it,” BIll asked still startled by the sudden noise stan had made.

“10:54,”

“SHIT WE ARE SO LATE WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET THEM 20 MINUTES AGO,” Bill yelled back they both rushed to get ready, brushing their teeth, combing their hair, and getting on their shoes. They hopped in the car not really noticing that Stan was still wearing Bill’s clothes.

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“HOLY SHIT IS STAN THE MAN URIS WEARING BIG BILLS CLOTHES,” Richie screeched in poor Bens ears. And now most of the rest of the customers in the breakfast diner stared at them in disdain from the sudden outburst but seemingly used to it.

“Didja use protection and stay safe,” Ben said with a mothering hen tone but with an undertone of enthusiasm hoping that now the sexual tension would be resolved. And he wouldn’t have to listen to Bill’s 4000 poem ideas to see if they were good enough for Stan. (They were all wonderful but very inconclusive)

“At least now I’m not the only virgin in the losers club,” Richie cackled like a maniac like he did with everyone of his jokes.

“We all know that’s a lie Tozier if anything you’re the only virgin in the losers club” Bev replied as quick as she always did and high fiving Eddie.

“Can we please stop talking about our sex lives now,” Stan said as they slid in their usually spots at the table almost red as tomato but Bill looked almost as fiery bevs hair.

“Yeah guys lay off and besides they would tell us themselves and tell us that they did in fact use protection,” Mike said smiling at Bill and Stan knowing how embarrassing it was because they all had the exact same conversation about him a week ago.

“Okay so are we going to order our food or are we all going to sound like idiots in front of my future boss,” Eddie said knowing that he would be starting to work in this diner with Richie in a week.

“Fine,” they all replied back.

They chattered most of the hours away from the breakfast diner, movie theater, and finally to the Tozier household but almost for every minute of the day Stan and Bill tightly held hands and gave each other quick kisses.

#stan uris #bill denbrough #riche tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #stenbrough #georgie denbrough #it 2017 #it stephen king

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wsmith215 · 4 years

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Re-drafting the NFL – We picked 128 foundational players across all 32 teams

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What if every NFL team had a complete do-over in building its roster? What if every single player were a free agent? What if the worst team in the league had a chance to add a Super Bowl MVP at quarterback? Or one of the worst defensive teams out there was able to plop a two-time Defensive Player of the Year in the middle of its front?

Well, let’s find out. We hit reset on NFL contracts and released every player to the open market. Then we gave our NFL Nation reporters the GM job, allowing them to re-draft the foundations for their teams. Here are the rules:

Every current NFL player is available, and salary caps don’t matter here. But we only drafted four rounds.

In those four picks, each pretend GM had to select a quarterback, a non-QB offensive player and a defensive player. The fourth pick was a wild card, open to anything.

We used the 2020 NFL draft order, with traded picks reversed, and a snaking format.

What about the other 20 starters for each team? The rest of the roster is made up of average-level NFL talent. Our analytics team identifies that as someone such as OT Donovan Smith, edge rusher Harold Landry III or CB Malcolm Butler.

Each GM was asked to draft with intentions of winning a Super Bowl within five years. Some took a harder line, while others built a base that might still need a year or two.

So how did the players come off the board? What kinds of strategies were used? Which team came out looking like a championship favorite? Our NFL Nation reporters explain their process. Plus, ESPN Stats & Information provides a nugget for each roster, and Mike Clay evaluates each foursome with a tiered draft grade (1-4). Navigate by team or skip ahead to the full list of Nos. 1-128 at the bottom.

Jump to: ARI | ATL | BAL | BUF | CAR | CHI | CIN CLE | DAL | DEN | DET | GB | HOU | IND JAX | KC | LAC | LAR | LV | MIA | MIN NE | NO | NYG | NYJ | PHI | PIT | SF SEA | TB | TEN | WSH

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Drafted by Ben Baby, Bengals reporter

Round 1 (1): Patrick Mahomes, QB Round 2 (64): Josh Allen, DE Round 3 (65): Laremy Tunsil, OT Round 4 (128): Tyler Lockett, WR

If this squad isn’t putting up 30 points a game, it will be looking for a new offensive coordinator. On this team, points and big plays are king, time of possession is overrated and using two tight ends in a single formation is grounds for dismissal. But for that philosophy to work, it needs an elite quarterback. Fortunately, I had the No. 1 overall pick and used it on Mahomes, the reigning Super Bowl MVP who is perfectly suited for today’s modern game.

The next three picks were all about the quarterback: protecting him (Tunsil), rushing him (Allen) and catching his passes (Lockett). Expect to see high-scoring games, an exasperated opposing defensive coordinator and an exciting style that would make Hal Mumme proud. — Baby

Stat to know: Mahomes loses Tyreek Hill, who leads the NFL with 21 touchdowns of 40-plus yards since 2015 (including returns). But who is second on that list? Lockett, with 12, giving this exercise’s “Mr. Irrelevant” a great chance to continue Mahomes’ big-play production.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. Mahomes was the obvious 1-1 pick. Allen has big upside but is unproven, Tunsil is a fine anchor and Lockett remains underrated.

Drafted by John Keim, Redskins reporter

Round 1 (2): Russell Wilson, QB Round 2 (63): Shaquil Barrett, DE Round 3 (66): Trent Williams, OT Round 4 (127): Terry McLaurin, WR

Wilson was a no-brainer at No. 2 overall. He consistently plays at a high level and lifts his team. He also is durable and smart. Most of the top defensive ends were gone when I was again on the board, so I went with Barrett. Now I just have to hope he wasn’t a one-year wonder (19.5 sacks in 2019).

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Williams was an easy pick for me too. He still has several high-level years remaining, but I worry about his durability. I wanted a corner next and hoped Marshon Lattimore would fall to me with the next-to-last pick. He didn’t. But I didn’t want to force the position, so I went with a young playmaker in McLaurin. With his ability to separate and all that speed, he would be a good fit with Wilson. — Keim

Stat to know: Over the past three seasons, Wilson’s 100 touchdown passes are 15 more than any other quarterback. But he could benefit from playing behind an offensive lineman like Williams; Wilson has been sacked (142 times) and contacted while throwing/rushing (356 times), the most in the league since 2017.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. I can’t fault Keim for making Wilson the second player off the board, nor Barrett and his sack production in Round 2. Williams provides an anchor at left tackle, and McLaurin supplies Wilson with a good, young target.

Drafted by Michael Rothstein, Lions reporter

Round 1 (3): Lamar Jackson, QB Round 2 (62): Derwin James, S Round 3 (67): Tre’Davious White, CB Round 4 (126): DJ Moore, WR

I thought about defense at No. 3 overall, but taking a quarterback seemed like a must. And when Jackson — who I thought would go No. 1 or No. 2 — fell to me, it seemed too good to be true. Beyond that, I made the decision to go with two defensive players before the draft even started, given the league’s lean toward passing. Since I couldn’t find any young pass-rushers I loved on the board when I was again on the clock, I instead decided to make my secondary dominant with James and White. And then I gave Jackson a speedy option to work with in Moore, who can line up almost anywhere.

Safety might not seem like a ton of value, but James gives me protection against both the run and pass, and he was a player I keyed on from the beginning for my roster. Age also played a part in how I built my team. I want ascending players as franchise cornerstones to build around, knowing they can still get better over the next three seasons. I found that in all four players. — Rothstein

Stat to know: Moore ranked ninth in the NFL with 1,175 receiving yards in 2019 despite catching passes from three different quarterbacks. He’ll settle in nicely with Jackson, who set an NFL QB rushing record with 1,206 rush yards last season but also had a league-high 36 passing TDs.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 1. The reigning MVP at third overall? That will do. Round 2 is a little early for a safety, as Rothstein alluded to, but James is a star. White was a steal at No. 67, and Moore is a good value at No. 126.

Drafted by Jordan Raanan, Giants reporter

Round 1 (4): Deshaun Watson, QB Round 2 (61): Yannick Ngakoue , DE Round 3 (68): Terron Armstead, OT Round 4 (125): Allen Robinson II, WR

If you don’t have a quarterback, you don’t have a chance. It’s really that simple. And Watson has produced 64 total touchdowns in the past two seasons — only Mahomes and Wilson had more — and did it behind a really bad offensive line.

After that, I had to wait a while (57 picks) but still tabbed one of the league’s best pass-rushers in Ngakoue. Again, positional value was key. I got the most important offensive position with my first pick and the most important defensive position with my second. An All-Pro tackle in the third round helps give Watson’s line talent he hadn’t seen in Houston. And put fourth-rounder Robinson with Watson instead of Mitchell Trubisky and you’ll see the star ability. This is a core that would win multiple Super Bowls. — Raanan

Stat to know: Watson — the first player in NFL history with at least 25 touchdown passes and five rushing touchdowns in consecutive seasons — and Robinson should be able connect for some tough completions; Robinson had the third-most receptions (18) on tight-window throws last season, according to NFL Next Gen Stats.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 1. It feels like Watson remains a bit underrated by the general consensus, so I’m glad he got some respect here. And then Raanan found good value the rest of the way.

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Drafted by Cameron Wolfe, Dolphins reporter

Round 1 (5): Aaron Donald, DT Round 2 (60): Ezekiel Elliott, RB Round 3 (69): Kirk Cousins, QB Round 4 (124): Kevin Byard, S

Quarterback was my first priority, but my clear top-four options were gone. So it was between a trio of QBs with differing concerns — Carson Wentz (durability), Aaron Rodgers (age) and Kyler Murray (limited proven production) — and Donald. I took my chances with the defensive tackle. Defense wins championships, right?

I landed Cousins in Round 3 as the 24th QB off the board, and I loved the value there. I got whom I consider the NFL’s best running back in Elliott late in round 2, and he will be the focal point of my offense. I thought about taking Adam Thielen (given his chemistry with Cousins) or cornerback Xavien Howard with my wild-card pick, but I couldn’t pass on Byard. He is arguably the NFL’s best safety and a strong leader. I wish one of the big-four QBs fell to me, but I have a consistent playoff team that leans on defense, the run game and a veteran QB. My team might not be the top contender, but it could easily snag a Super Bowl in a five-year period. — Wolfe

Stat to know: Premium investment in a defensive tackle again? You’ll forgive the skepticism of Dolphins fans, but there’s a reason Donald is the most double-teamed pass-rusher in the NFL, per pass rushing metrics from ESPN and NFL Next Gen Stats. And offensively, an average O-line should be plenty for Elliott, who leads the NFL with 928 rush yards against loaded boxes over his career.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. Bold move to not convert the fifth overall pick into a QB! But it’s hard to knock the selection of the league’s best defensive player, and Cousins falling to No. 69 was a good bailout. While I don’t love the Round 2 running back move, getting Byard late was a steal.

Drafted by Kevin Seifert, national NFL writer

Round 1 (6): Ronnie Stanley, OT Round 2 (59): Za’Darius Smith, OLB Round 3 (70): Daniel Jones, QB Round 4 (123): Brandon Brooks, G

I built the Chargers from the inside out, based on three tenets. First, there is a severe shortage of really good offensive linemen in the NFL. Second, finding a pass-rusher who can demand and beat double-teams is rare. Third, the No. 6 spot meant I wouldn’t have access to a young, elite quarterback.

In drafting tackle Stanley and guard Brooks, I have two of the best at their positions. They’ll give me maximum scheme flexibility and make good skill position players better. They also can help recover the inevitable fumbles of my young quarterback, whom I chose with my third pick because of the players remaining at that point. He had the most reasonable room for improvement. Smith wasn’t my first choice for a pass-rusher — I had hoped that Danielle Hunter would slip a bit further — but he fits the bill. — Seifert

Stat to know: Jones will appreciate the blocking help after seeing pressure on 32% of his dropbacks last year, the fifth-highest rate in the league. By ESPN’s pass block metrics, Stanley is one of the NFL’s most consistent blockers. Since 2018, he’s held his block for at least 2.5 seconds 93% of the time, per NFL Next Gen Stats, trailing only David Bakhtiari and Andrew Whitworth among OTs with 300 pass blocks.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. Man, I hate passing on a QB with the sixth overall pick, but with age in mind, Stanley is arguably the league’s most valuable LT. And Jones has a shot and isn’t a bad flier if you wait at the position.

Drafted by David Newton, Panthers reporter

Round 1 (7): Joey Bosa, DE Round 2 (58): DeForest Buckner, DE Round 3 (71): Jarrett Stidham, QB Round 4 (122): Jedrick Wills Jr., OT

I made up my mind before the draft that if my top four QBs were gone at No. 7, I would go with the best defensive player. If you’re going to win in this league you’d better be able to create pressure, and Bosa does. And with the wild run of quarterbacks in the first round and into the second, I opted to continue building my roster from the inside out on defense and around pressuring the quarterback with Buckner.

We made every NFL player a free agent then asked our 32 NFL Nation reporters to re-draft four rounds of high-impact stars with a five-year Super Bowl window in mind. Which team is the best? • Re-drafted NFL rosters: All 128 picks » • Experts react to our NFL re-draft »

The key to my draft ultimately will be Stidham. To help him, I took Wills — the 10th overall pick of the 2020 NFL draft — in the fourth round. You can fill in receivers and running backs with average talents, but look at most Super Bowl teams, and you’ll find a solid interior core with a lot of high draft picks. I also chose to build the roster around players 26 years or younger to get the best years of their careers. If Stidham is the real deal, I’ll see you in the Super Bowl. — Newton

Stat to know: Getting to the QB was a top priority for the Panthers and they’ve solidified their line with one of the better outside (Bosa) and inside (Buckner) rushers. Bosa’s 0.78 sacks per game ranks third in the NFL over the past four seasons (minimum 40 games). And over the past two years, Buckner has 18.5 sacks when lined up at defensive tackle, third most in the league.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 4. Bosa is great, but seventh overall is too early. There are more young, impact edge rushers than there are reliable QBs. Buckner is a fine get at 58th, but Stidham under center is a major risk, as is protecting him with an unknown in Wills.

Drafted by Josh Weinfuss, Cardinals reporter

Round 1 (8): Drew Brees, QB Round 2 (57): Chandler Jones, DE Round 3 (72): A.J. Green, WR Round 4 (121): Patrick Peterson, CB

Brees might not have five years left, but he for sure has a good one or two in him, so I immediately went into win-now mode. I followed with arguably the best pass-rusher in the NFL who no one pays attention to; Jones’ 96 sacks since 2012 are the most in that time frame.

I gave Brees one of the four best receivers since 2011 in Green, and paired Jones with a lockdown corner in Peterson. That Jones-Peterson duo will create havoc for offenses and be the cornerstone for a winning defense. — Weinfuss

Stat to know: From 2011 to ’17, Brees threw for over 3,200 yards more than anyone else in that span, while Green was the only receiver to be selected to the Pro Bowl each season.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. It’s 2020 or bust for GM Weinfuss. You may get only one year out of Brees, who is 41, and durability issues for Green, 31, make the veteran receiver risky. Jones, 30, is an elite edge, and while Peterson, 29, is a fine pick, he’s nearing the end of his prime.

Drafted by Mike DiRocco, Jaguars reporter

Round 1 (9): Dak Prescott, QB Round 2 (56): Danielle Hunter, DE Round 3 (73): JuJu Smith-Schuster, WR Round 4 (120): Marshon Lattimore, CB

I wanted players age-27 or younger. Taking Prescott at No. 9 might raise some eyebrows, but he has averaged 3,944 yards and 24 TD passes in his first four seasons, and is coming off his best season. Smith-Schuster is only 23 and will be a top-five receiver as long as he’s not catching passes from Delvin Hodges.

On defense, it’s all about elite pass-rushers and corners, and only Aaron Donald and Chandler Jones had more sacks than Danielle Hunter (29) over the past two seasons. Lattimore was the defensive rookie of the year in 2017 and made two Pro Bowls in three seasons. Good, young players form a fantastic nucleus in the quest to win a Super Bowl within five years. — DiRocco

Stat to know: Prescott has posted an above-average Total QBR in all four seasons of his career and ranked fourth last year at 70.2. The only Jaguars passer to post a QBR that high since the metric began in 2006 was David Garrard in 2007. Hunter could also make Duval County forget about Yannick Ngakoue: Hunter had more sacks (14.5 to 8.0) and pressures (56 to 40) in 2019.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 1, and my best draft award. I’m surprised Prescott fell to ninth. Hunter is only 25 and remains painfully underrated. Smith-Schuster might have gone in Round 1 if we re-drafted a year ago. And Lattimore is one of the league’s best corners at just 24 years old.

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Michael DiRocco breaks down why he chose Dak Prescott over other available QBs, as well as his reasons for taking Danielle Hunter and Marshon Lattimore in the Jaguars’ NFL Nation re-draft.

Drafted by Jake Trotter, Browns reporter

Round 1 (10): Nick Bosa, DE Round 2 (55): Justin Herbert, QB Round 3 (74): Chris Godwin, WR Round 4 (119): Jarvis Landry, WR

My strategy was to operate against the grain of simply taking the best QB available, and I got the league’s best young defender in Bosa. I assumed I’d still be able to get a proven QB starter with my second pick but given what was left, I opted to go with highest upside possible. Yes, the success of my draft will hinge on Herbert developing into a franchise-caliber quarterback within the five-year window. But at some point, you have to roll the dice on a QB, and Herbert has an elite skill set.

My approach then shifted to getting Herbert help on his timeline, and that includes Godwin, still just 24. I probably should’ve taken a young left tackle like Andrew Thomas or Jedrick Wills Jr. with my final pick, but Landry is a Pro Bowler and another asset for Herbert. — Trotter

Stat to know: Bosa was easily the league’s best rookie in ESPN’s pass rush win rate, beating his block within 2.5 seconds on 21.8% of his pass rushes. And counting on the unproven Herbert is a little easier to do when you’re the only team in the exercise with two of the league’s top 10 in receiving yards last year. Godwin was one of two players (Michael Thomas) with 1,300-plus and nine-plus receiving TDs.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 4. I don’t love passing on QB at 10th overall, but Bosa is a defensive cornerstone. Herbert is a complete lottery ticket, and the QB situation scares me. At least he’ll have weapons.

Drafted by Rich Cimini, Jets reporter

Round 1 (11): Carson Wentz, QB Round 2 (54): Odell Beckham Jr., WR Round 3 (75): Bradley Chubb, OLB Round 4 (118): Zack Martin, G

I didn’t want to build a one-year wonder. All four picks are under the age of 30, and I made the seemingly ridiculous decision to take Wentz, 27, over Aaron Rodgers, 36, with the 11th overall pick. I’m thinking long term here, folks, and I think I picked up four blue-chip talents in the prime of their careers.

Admittedly, there are durability concerns with Wentz, Beckham and Chubb, but the risk-reward factor was too good to ignore. When all three are healthy, they can be among the best at their respective positions. People tend to forget about Chubb because he missed most of last season because of a knee injury, but he’s the same player who exploded for 12 sacks as a rookie. As for Martin, he doesn’t play a so-called “premium” position, but we’re talking about the best guard in the sport and a future Hall of Famer. I like my team. — Cimini

Stat to know: Wentz averaged 299.8 yards per game from Weeks 14-17 last year, throwing seven touchdowns and zero interceptions — and his Eagles were led in receptions in that stretch by Boston Scott, Greg Ward Jr. and Dallas Goedert. Beckham and his five career 1,000-yard seasons represent a significant talent upgrade.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. Well done grabbing a franchise QB in Wentz at 11, and we know OBJ has elite upside. It just felt way too early on Chubb.

Drafted by Paul Gutierrez, Raiders reporter

Round 1 (12): Aaron Rodgers, QB Round 2 (53): Von Miller, OLB Round 3 (76): Josh Jacobs, RB Round 4 (117): Henry Ruggs III, WR

Let’s make right what once went wrong, shall we? The Raiders coulda, shoulda, woulda drafted Rodgers way back in 2005, but went with speedy cornerback Fabian Washington instead. Now a grizzled vet and a future Hall of Famer, Rodgers has a massive chip on his shoulder with the Packers having drafted Jordan Love, and Jon Gruden loves vets with chips — and ‘ships. Miller, a veteran presence on defense who has terrorized the Raiders for nine years, checks another box.

Filling out this roster with youth and speed is the yin to the vet yang, so Jacobs and Ruggs — the fastest man in the 2020 draft — make for a balanced roster. — Gutierrez

Stat to know: Miller’s sack total was “only” 8.0 last year, the first time he has had less than 10 sacks in a full season. Since entering the league in 2011, Miller has more double-digit sack seasons (seven) than the Raiders as a team (four).

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 4. Rodgers might not be what he used to be, but I can’t fault taking him at No. 12. And Miller still has something left at age 31. But while Jacobs was great as a rookie, going RB is bold, especially one who hasn’t done much as a receiver. And I think there were proven star WRs available when Ruggs was picked.

Drafted by Mike Wells, Colts reporter

Round 1 (13): Joe Burrow, QB Round 2 (52): Zach Ertz, TE Round 3 (77): Quenton Nelson, G Round 4 (116): Darius Leonard, ILB

The Colts are known for selecting franchise quarterbacks (Peyton Manning and Andrew Luck, anyone?). Now it’s Burrow’s turn. Honestly, it was a little surprising that Burrow was still on the board at No. 13.

Coach Frank Reich values tight ends in his offense, and Ertz is one of the best in the NFL, giving Burrow a go-to target. Who better to provide nastiness for the entire team than Nelson, who arguably was the best overall player from the 2018 draft? Franchise quarterback. Big target for said QB. Anchor on the offensive line. And then an anchor on defense with Leonard, who led the NFL in tackles as a rookie in 2018 and was a Pro Bowler in 2019. The foundation is set in Indianapolis. — Wells

Stat to know: Indy hangs on to the crown jewels of their 2018 draft class in Nelson and Leonard. According to the Elias Sports Bureau, the two were the second pair of rookie teammates to each make first-team All-Pro, joining Dick Butkus and Gale Sayers of the 1965 Bears.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. There were safer QB targets at No. 13, but I can appreciate selecting an age-23 potential franchise QB in Burrow. Ertz is a safe pick, and hometown heroes Nelson and Leonard will be difference-makers for a long time.

Drafted by Jenna Laine, Buccaneers reporter

Round 1 (14): Tom Brady, QB Round 2 (51): Alvin Kamara, RB Round 3 (78): Chris Jones, DT Round 4 (115): Kenny Golladay, WR

I wanted a proven QB versus potential, and I chose Brady because of his track record, his 45 career game-winning drives and longevity — even at 42, he has missed fewer games than Ben Roethlisberger or Matthew Stafford. I also trust his “clutch” gene more than Matt Ryan. But in taking Brady though, I know my window to win will be much smaller than other teams, possibly as small as two years.

Kamara was the third-best non-QB offensive player on my board, so I was thrilled to land him. He can line up anywhere on the field and can help Brady in the screen game. I like that Jones can move all across the defensive line, and his 69 wins against double teams over the past four seasons puts him second only to Aaron Donald in the NFL, according to ESPN pass-rush metrics powered by NFL Next Gen Stats. Golladay has back-to-back 1,000-yard seasons, so I consider him terrific value in the fourth round. — Laine

Stat to know: The Buccaneers drafted everything to help a soon-to-be 43-year-old quarterback. Since coming into the league in 2017, Kamara ranks third in scrimmage touchdowns (37) and fifth in scrimmage yards (4,476). And last season, Golladay had the most catches (16) and tied for the most touchdown catches (five) on throws 20 yards downfield.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 1. Brady on the Bucs? Pfft. Like that would ever happen. I don’t like the Round 2 running back, but at least Kamara is a receiving weapon, too. Jones is an absolute steal in Round 3, and Golladay a strong late find.

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Drafted by Jeff Legwold, Broncos reporter

Round 1 (15): Drew Lock, QB Round 2 (50): Travis Kelce, TE Round 3 (79): Isaiah Simmons, ILB Round 4 (114): Courtland Sutton, WR

Working off the five-year window, the line between current production and youth with room to grow had to be considered with the selections. The quarterbacks came off the board quickly with 10 already gone, so I made my biggest gamble on potential with Lock.

I had gone in thinking quarterback, edge rusher and cornerback, and I gave a long look at Von Miller with my second pick. But in the everyday NFL world, edge rushers often develop the most quickly, so that was a position that could be addressed later in a full-team build. I decided to get a little more offense with Kelce instead. I might have gotten a little impatient there, and if we re-did it, I would lean defense in the second round. Defensive versatility came in the third with Simmons, the top player on my 2020 draft board, and I think Sutton was a Round 4 steal. — Legwold

Stat to know: Kelce and Sutton serve as a strong inside-outside tandem. Kelce’s 69 catches between the painted numbers trailed only DeAndre Hopkins and Michael Thomas in 2019. Sutton averaged just under 17 yards per catch on targets outside the numbers, which ranked 10th. The duo could help justify the presence of Lock, who was selected before Matt Ryan and Kyler Murray.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 4. Legwold showed his faith in Broncos GM John Elway by taking Lock over safer QB options and then Sutton in Round 4. Kelce is a good, safe pick at No. 50. Simmons is risky, but there’s obviously big upside for the 2020 first-rounder.

Drafted by Vaughn McClure, Falcons reporter

Round 1 (16): Matt Ryan, QB Round 2 (49): Cameron Jordan, DE Round 3 (80): CeeDee Lamb, WR Round 4 (113): Jeff Okudah, CB

Eleven quarterbacks were drafted before my selection, and I’m one of those who believes Ryan is still a top-10 quarterback despite his age. You need your franchise QB, and he gives you almost a 70% completion rate and durability (one missed game over the past 10 seasons).

A consistent pass-rush is also a must, and Jordan has averaged 13.5 sacks over the past three seasons. Pressure up front then needs to be coupled with great coverage, and all signs point to Okudah being a shutdown corner for years to come. Lastly, one NFL executive said Lamb will be a Pro Bowl receiver this year. As a rookie. Imagine how bright his future is then. — McClure

Stat to know: The Falcons get a big boost on defense with the addition of Jordan, who has the third-most sacks over the past three seasons (40.5). Atlanta ranks 27th in sack rate over that same period (5.6%).

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. Ryan, 35, figures to have a few years left, so getting him 16th overall is a strong value. And the underrated Jordan is a nice get, too. But Lamb and Okudah went before many proven stars at their positions.

Drafted by Todd Archer, Cowboys reporter

Round 1 (17): Kyler Murray, QB Round 2 (48): Tyron Smith, OT Round 3 (81): Keenan Allen, WR Round 4 (112): Maxx Crosby, DE

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The game is about quarterbacks, pass-rushers, pass protectors and big-play ability. I bet on Murray because I wanted to make sure I had a QB who can make plays when things break down. I went with Smith because he remains one of the best left tackles in the game.

In the third round, I got cute and it hurt me. I wanted to take DeMarcus Lawrence but thought maybe his five-sack season in 2019 would make him slip to the final round. I’m happy with Allen, but I could have gotten a comparable receiver in the fourth while shoring up the pass-rush first. Needing to take a defender with my last pick, my choice was down to Crosby and Jeff Okudah. A pass-rush makes a secondary better, and Crosby’s 10 sacks in 2019 lead me to believe he will have bigger things to come in the future. — Archer

Stat to know: Murray likes to get the ball out quickly and had the second-most pass attempts (285) with fewer than 2.5 seconds from snap to throw. He’ll enjoy throwing to Allen, who has been the model of consistency with the third-most receptions since 2017 (303) and 1,100 receiving yards in each of the past three years.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 1. Archer had to be shocked Murray was still on the board at 17th overall. I sure am. Both Murray and Smith were steals, and I do like the Allen get at No. 81. Crosby was probably a reach, but he flashed as a rookie.

Drafted by Brooke Pryor, Steelers reporter

Round 1 (18): Teddy Bridgewater, QB Round 2 (47): Minkah Fitzpatrick, S Round 3 (82): Mitchell Schwartz, OT Round 4 (111): DK Metcalf, WR

At No. 18, I felt like I was in no-man’s land. The top-tier QBs were off the board, and the some of the best skill players were also gone. I decided to go with Bridgewater because he has shown potential of jumping into the next tier of QBs, and I think a couple of years in New Orleans have made him even better. Then I focused on getting a game-changing defensive player. A young Swiss Army knife talent like Fitzpatrick more than fits the bill.

Next, I wanted to give Bridgewater durable support in an offensive weapon and a protector. I went with Schwartz for that protection, though I almost chose Orlando Brown. Schwartz has a Super Bowl ring, so I ultimately chose experience over youth, but I believe Brown is on his way to becoming a mainstay in the league. Metcalf was my final pick. Sure, he had a good rookie season, but I’m still not over his pre-draft workout photos. No way could I pass on a guy as jacked as him. — Pryor

Stat to know: Can Fitzpatrick replicate the impact he had on Pittsburgh’s defense last year? After he joined the team before Week 3, the Steelers’ defense led the NFL in Total QBR allowed (39.1) and tied with the Panthers for the league lead in sacks (49).

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. I would’ve aimed younger at No. 18, and the jury certainly remains out on Bridgewater. He has made only six starts over the past four complete seasons. But it’s hard to fault any of Minkah, Schwartz and Metcalf selections.

Drafted by Jeff Dickerson, Bears reporter

Round 1 (19): Jimmy Garoppolo, QB Round 2 (46): Derrick Henry, RB Round 3 (83): Jerry Jeudy, WR Round 4 (110): Eddie Jackson, S

I was determined to draft a quarterback in Round 1 and felt fortunate that Garoppolo was available. At 28 years old, he tied for fifth in touchdown passes (27) and took his team to the Super Bowl last year. And Henry, the NFL’s rushing champion, was a no-brainer for me in the second round.

I wanted another offensive weapon, so I used my wild-card pick on Jeudy. My only regret is that I took Jeudy over Amari Cooper, who went four spots later. Hindsight is 20-20, but there’s no time to second-guess in my war room. I wrapped up the draft by addressing defense with ascending Pro Bowl safety Eddie Jackson. Translation: 12 victories and a berth in the conference championship game, at minimum. — Dickerson

Stat to know: Which two teams led the NFL in play-action passing yards last year? Henry’s Titans (1,694) and Garoppolo’s 49ers (1,614). There might be a play-action pass or two in this Chicago playbook.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 4. Garoppolo appears legit, and getting him at 19th overall is a nice value. Henry doesn’t catch enough balls to go at No. 46, and as Dickerson acknowledged, it was risky to go Jeudy over proven commodities. I would’ve looked elsewhere on defense, too, but Jackson is solid.

Drafted by Lindsey Thiry, Rams reporter

Round 1 (20): Christian McCaffrey, RB Round 2 (45): Bobby Wagner, ILB Round 3 (84): Jared Goff, QB Round 4 (109): Dante Fowler Jr., DE

The top tier of quarterbacks were off the board, so I held out, anticipating a few midtier options would remain available after the initial first-round run. It made sense instead to get the multipurpose McCaffrey, who last season led the league with 2,392 scrimmage yards. Because of the snake format draft, it also made sense to select an elite defensive player in Wagner in the second round.

My quarterback gamble paid off in the third round, as I was able to take Goff. He might have had a down season in 2019 but still has plenty of potential given he helped the Rams to the Super Bowl in 2018. A good-to-elite pass-rusher is always important in forming a successful defense, and Fowler — coming off his most successful season to date with 11.5 sacks — seemed like an obvious great value. — Thiry

Stat to know: McCaffrey became only the third player in NFL history to record 1,000 rush and 1,000 receiving yards in the same season (Marshall Faulk and Roger Craig). But he also led all running backs in receptions and receiving yards on play-action, which should help Goff, who in 2018 threw a league-best 15 play-action TDs.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. McCaffrey is incredible, but my analytically-inclined brain can’t get behind an RB at 20th overall. Wagner is a great get, Goff isn’t a bad find in Round 3 and Fowler is off the board a bit too early.

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Drafted by Tim McManus, Eagles reporter

Round 1 (21): Baker Mayfield, QB Round 2 (44): Chase Young, DE Round 3 (85): Lane Johnson, OT Round 4 (108): A.J. Brown, WR

I bought low on the 25-year-old Mayfield, believing circumstance dragged him down last season and that he’s poised for a sharp ascent entering Year 3. Given that we’re looking at a five-year window to pursue a championship, I can’t think of an edge rusher I’d rather bet on than the exceptionally-gifted Young, who led the FBS with 16.5 sacks last season.

I would have preferred a left tackle in Round 3, but it would have been a forced pick given the players available, and you can sleep well knowing Johnson is going to take care of business on his side. With the main priorities checked off the to-do-list, I gave Mayfield an explosive skill position player to lean on in Brown. — McManus

Stat to know: Expect plenty of big plays. Mayfield has the fourth-most completions of at least 20 yards downfield (56) over the past two seasons. Now he gets to throw to Brown, who led all rookies in receiving yards (1,051) last season and averaged the second-most yards per reception (20.2) in the NFL.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. Mayfield remains an unknown, but I like the upside dart throw at No. 21. We know Johnson is an elite OT, and while Young and Brown are less of sure things, both have elite upside.

Drafted by Marcel Louis-Jacques, Bills reporter

Round 1 (22): Michael Thomas, WR Round 2 (43): Josh Allen, QB Round 3 (86): Matthew Judon, OLB Round 4 (107): Micah Hyde, S

With so many QBs off the board by the time my first pick came around, I wanted to focus on getting a bonafide playmaker for whichever QB I ended up with. And you can’t do too much better than Thomas. Then Allen’s ability to extend plays and move the chains elevated him above the remaining QB candidates in the second round, especially if he develops on the same trajectory in Year 3 that he did in Year 2. Judon provides this defense with a high-level pass-rusher, while Hyde secures the secondary as one of the league’s most underrated and versatile safeties. — Louis-Jacques

Stat to know: If you’re sticking with Allen, the only qualified passer who didn’t complete 60% of his passes in either 2018 or 2019, then pairing him with Thomas is as good as it gets. NFL Next Gen Stats tells us Thomas led the NFL with a plus-12.7% catch percentage above expectation last season. That’s great news for Allen’s accuracy; he ranked 31st out of 32 last year in off-target percentage on short throws (17%).

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 4. Thomas may be the most valuable non-QB in the league. But can Allen get him the ball? And Nos. 86 and 107 feel a little early for Judon and Hyde, respectively.

Drafted by Mike Reiss, Patriots reporter

Round 1 (23): Sam Darnold, QB Round 2 (42): T.J. Watt, OLB Round 3 (87): Amari Cooper, WR Round 4 (106): Frank Clark, DE

A trusted personnel evaluator relayed that any good team would primarily focus on four areas — QB, pass-rusher, CB and left tackle. But picking at No. 23, there was concern with the quality of QB that would be there. So it was a pleasant surprise to see Darnold still available (he got the nod over Matthew Stafford due to age). Two top pass-rushers in Watt and Clark create the foundation for a defense that will attack with the pass-rush, while Cooper in the third round was simply a case of not letting an unexpected opportunity with a high-end player pass.

I was hoping All-Pro guard Quenton Nelson would fall to No. 87 in the third round, but it figures the Colts (No. 77) ensured that wouldn’t happen. Cooper was a nice consolation prize. — Reiss

Stat to know: The Patriots are the only team in this exercise that has two different pass-rushers with 20-plus sacks over the past two seasons.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. I appreciate the objectivity of taking Darnold over Stidham, but the locals may not. Landing Watt at No. 42 is a steal, and Reiss did a solid job filling the roster out with Cooper and Clark.

Drafted by Mike Triplett, Saints reporter

Round 1 (24): Khalil Mack, OLB Round 2 (41): Ryan Ramczyk, OT Round 3 (88): Jamal Adams, S Round 4 (105): Philip Rivers, QB

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I obviously went with the “best available” strategy since I was the last person to draft a QB. I considered Kirk Cousins in Round 2, but since 17 QBs were taken before I even made my first pick, I never felt like there would be a major drop-off if I waited. I’m happy with Rivers in the short term while I develop a future replacement — maybe even Taysom Hill.

Meanwhile, I landed a top-10 overall talent in Mack at No. 24 and a steal in Adams at No. 88. My toughest choice was Ramczyk at No. 41 over fellow OTs like Tyron Smith, Laremy Tunsil and Terron Armstead. But Ramczyk is obviously a great fit with the Saints, just turned 26 and is widely regarded as the league’s top right tackle. And we could move him back to his college position of LT if needed. — Triplett

Stat to know: The passing game was a priority on both sides of the ball. Mack is one of two players since 2014 with 60.0 sacks and 20 forced fumbles (Chandler Jones). Last season, Adams had the second-best completion percentage relative to expectation when the nearest defender, trailing only Eddie Jackson, according to NFL Next Gen Stats. And Adams has 12.0 career sacks, which is most among all defensive backs over the past five seasons (Adams debuted in 2017).

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. Mack is great, but also 29 years old and not a QB. That’s a risky move at No. 24. I like the Ramczyk and Adams picks, and Rivers is a great short-term QB find at No. 105.

Drafted by Courtney Cronin, Vikings reporter

Round 1 (25): Ryan Tannehill, QB Round 2 (40): Davante Adams, WR Round 3 (89): Arik Armstead, DE Round 4 (104): Harrison Smith, S

I grabbed Tannehill, who I see as a top-15 QB talent, with my first-round selection and built around him. The 2019 season was the best of Tannehill’s career, and I believe bringing a true No. 1 receiver like Adams into the mix will allow him to carry over that success for the next three to five years. Adams has the second-most receiving touchdowns (28) over the past three seasons and shows up when it counts the most, with 45 catches for 687 yards and six touchdowns in eight playoff games.

The value I got for a pass-rusher (another key part of a Super Bowl team) in the third round, when I landed Armstead coming off a 10-sack breakout season, made me feel like I was building a solid, balanced team. I chose Smith with my wild-card pick because when a future Hall of Famer is available, you take him, especially one who makes plays all over the defense. According to ESPN Stats & Information, he’s the only player in the league with 20-plus interceptions (23) and 10-plus sacks (13) since 2012. — Cronin

Stat to know: Adams is Tannehill’s only above-average skill player, a spot in which he’s familiar. Over the past two years, Adams is one of six wideouts who has accounted for over one-quarter of his team’s targets, joining Michael Thomas, DeAndre Hopkins, Jarvis Landry, Keenan Allen and Julio Jones.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. Cronin is betting that she’ll get the Tannehill of 2019. We’ll see. But Adams, Armstead and Smith were good, safe picks.

Drafted by Sarah Barshop, Texans reporter

Round 1 (26): DeAndre Hopkins, WR Round 2 (39): Saquon Barkley, RB Round 3 (90): Derek Carr, QB Round 4 (103): Tyrann Mathieu, S

No elite quarterback available at No. 26? No problem. The player I took instead only needs an average one to be an All-Pro. Hopkins is in his prime and has put up huge numbers with the likes of Brian Hoyer, Brock Osweiler and Tom Savage throwing him the ball.

I was shocked to see Barkley on the board for my next pick, so I opted to go for the best running back-wide receiver combo in the league. Carr is coming off a strong season without elite playmakers to throw to, so he was an easy third-round pick. I wanted J.J. Watt but couldn’t risk missing out on the best of the remaining quarterbacks. Besides, Mathieu — who was voted by his teammates as the MVP of the reigning Super Bowl champions — is an ideal leader and playmaker to lead the defense. — Barshop

Stat to know: The non-O’Brien Texans welcome back Hopkins and pair him with Barkley, both of whom rank third at their positions in scrimmage yards since 2018. And Carr quietly set career-highs in Total QBR and yards per attempt last season, and would have the two best weapons of his career.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. I am shocked Barshop took Hopkins over David Johnson. Wait, no I’m not. Speaking of running backs, I would’ve passed on one in the second round, but at least it’s the young, dynamic Barkley. Carr was a strong value, and Mathieu’s versatility is a terrific get.

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DeAndre Hopkins joins Jalen & Jacoby to rank himself against the elite wide receivers in the NFL like Michael Thomas and Julio Jones.

Drafted by Brady Henderson, Seahawks reporter

Round 1 (27): Mike Evans, WR Round 2 (38): Jalen Ramsey, CB Round 3 (91): Ben Roethlisberger, QB Round 4 (102): DeMarcus Lawrence, DE

Eighteen quarterbacks were already taken, and I went into the draft prioritizing a wide receiver or left tackle as my non-QB offensive player. Evans was the choice at No. 27 because he’s younger than Julio Jones and more trustworthy than Tyreek Hill.

Jared Goff was tempting at No. 38, but I went with Ramsey with the hopes that Roethlisberger would still be there for my third pick. He was. My thinking: The difference between Goff and Roethlisberger is smaller than the difference between Ramsey — arguably the NFL’s top cornerback — and any defenders who would be available at No. 91. It was a toss-up between Lawrence and Frank Clark for my final pick, but I went Lawrence because of his superior pass rush win rate. — Henderson

Stat to know: What better way for Roethlisberger to get his career going again after missing all but two games last season than throwing the ball to someone like Evans, who joined Randy Moss as the only players with 1,000 receiving yards in each of their first six seasons.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. Evans is a difference maker but a bit bold of a pick in Round 1. Landing Big Ben in Round 3 was a nice save, while Ramsey and Lawrence are tremendous gets on defense.

Drafted by Jamison Hensley, Ravens reporter

Round 1 (28): Matthew Stafford, QB Round 2 (37): Julio Jones, WR Round 3 (92): J.J. Watt, DE Round 4 (101): Stefon Diggs, WR

As one team official said long ago, you need a strong-armed quarterback to compete in the AFC North. Stafford was too obvious. The only other worthy quarterbacks available were either too young (Tua Tagovailoa) or too risky because of health (Cam Newton).

The Ravens’ mindset is to take a running back next, but Jones was sitting there at the No. 37 overall pick. As Baltimore showed time and time again in the 2020 NFL draft, you take the best player available. The Ravens have traditionally had vocal leaders on defense, so it made perfect sense to take someone like J.J. Watt. For the wild-card spot, the targets were running back Nick Chubb and kicker Justin Tucker. But both were selected in the five picks before I was on the clock. The top player left at the No. 101 pick, in my opinion, was Diggs. — Hensley

Stat to know: Stafford ranks sixth in passing TDs over his career (237), but his teams have ranked in the top 12 in scoring defense only once. Enter Watt, whose Texans defenses have ranked in the top 12 in scoring defense in six of his nine career seasons.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. Stafford was one of the steals of the draft, as the 32-year-old remains an above-average starter. This team will have a short window with Jones and Watt nearing the end of their primes. Will Diggs dig being second in line at WR?

Drafted by Turron Davenport, Titans reporter

Round 1 (29): Tyreek Hill, WR Round 2 (36): Cam Newton, QB Round 3 (93): Fletcher Cox, DT Round 4 (100): Jaire Alexander, CB

How can I generate chunk plays through the air and keep opposing teams from doing the same? On offense, Hill is a receiver who can score any time he touches the ball and one of the NFL’s best deep threats. To further take advantage of that, I got Newton because of his downfield accuracy. The current real-life free agent can also extend plays to give Hill even more time to break free from coverage.

Defensively, I had Cox targeted, figuring he’d drop because of his sack numbers. He’s a disruptive player who impacts the quarterback and consistently stops running plays behind the line of scrimmage. Getting a top-level coverage corner like Alexander to match up with opposing WRs makes the pass defense complete. — Davenport

Stat to know: Could Hill’s speed turn Newton back into Superman? Hill has 43 catches of at least 30 yards since entering the league in 2016, the most in that span. Newton’s average pass distance traveled 10.3 yards in his 2015 MVP campaign, third-highest in the NFL. But that dipped to a career-low 7.0 air yards per attempt in 2018, which ranked 30th.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 3. Davenport landed a game-changer in Hill at No. 29 and quickly found him a QB (albeit a risky one) in Newton a few picks later. Cox and Alexander are both defensive disruptors.

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Drafted by Rob Demovsky, Packers reporter

Round 1 (30): Tua Tagovailoa, QB Round 2 (35): David Bakhtiari, OT Round 3 (94): Darius Slay, CB Round 4 (99): Justin Tucker, K

Picking at No. 30 wasn’t ideal for finding an established quarterback who’s better than average. But if you’re running the Packers, you better have a quarterback who can keep the franchise relevant. The ceiling is higher for Tagovailoa than any of the experienced guys who were still available. And you better protect him with an All-Pro tackle (yes, Bakhtiari is a left tackle and Tua is left-handed so he wouldn’t necessarily be protecting his blind side, but he’s elite). You’d love a pass-rusher, too, but the sure-fire disruptors were gone by Round 3. A shutdown corner is next-best in terms of importance, and I got that in Slay.

As for the kicker, why the heck not if you can get the best one in the league? The league-wide field-goal percentage last season was 81.6% (the lowest since 2009, according to ESPN Stats & Information) so having a kicker who’s coming off a 96.6% season (28 of 29) might win a game or two. Besides, it’s my team, and I’ll do what I want! — Demovsky

Stat to know: Keeping Tagovailoa upright is priority No. 1, and Bakhtiari will help a lot. He was the best pass blocking offensive tackle in the NFL, according to ESPN’s pass block win rate, sustaining 96% of his pass blocks for at least 2.5 seconds.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 2. Tua was arguably as good as Burrow pre-injury, so landing a 22-year-old potential star QB at No. 30 is an excellent value. Demovsky then protects him with one of the best in Bakhtiari, adds a top CB in Slay and then takes … a kicker?

Drafted by Nick Wagoner, 49ers reporter

Round 1 (31): George Kittle, TE Round 2 (34): Myles Garrett, DE Round 3 (95): Jameis Winston, QB Round 4 (98): Grady Jarrett, DT

With the 31st pick, I planned to wait on QB, and I wanted either the best player at a lesser position where there’s a sizable drop-off or someone who is elite at a premium position. I believe I checked each box with Kittle and Garrett, respectively.

I would have waited to take Winston with my final pick, but Kansas City still needed a quarterback, and he was the clear best option at that point. Finally, I would have preferred a top corner with my last selection, but Jarrett is one of the most underrated players in the league, and I liked him better than any of the corner options available. So I figured I’d give Garrett a running mate to get after quarterbacks. — Wagoner

Stat to know: Over the past two seasons, Kittle’s 2,430 receiving yards trails only Travis Kelce among tight ends. That should help Winston, who in that same span has completed 64% of his passes to tight ends, fourth-worst of any quarterback with at least 100 such throws. Meanwhile, the “Arrett Brothers” should provide pressure on the quarterbacks. Last season, Jarrett was second in pass rush win rate among interior defenders, while Garrett was fourth off the edge.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 1. Kittle and Garrett are arguably the best at their respective positions, Winston is a great QB flier at No. 95 and Jarrett is an elite DT. I like it a lot!

Drafted by Adam Teicher, Chiefs reporter

Round 1 (32): Stephon Gilmore, CB Round 2 (33): Dalvin Cook, RB Round 3 (96): Nick Chubb, RB Round 4 (97): Tyrod Taylor, QB

I was guided by the “best player available” philosophy throughout and was pleasantly surprised at the availability of the NFL’s top cornerback in Gilmore and a couple of versatile backs in Cook and Chubb. But having seen how the draft unfolded, I made a mistake in waiting until my second wave of back-to-back picks to get my quarterback.

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I anticipated a better selection of QBs being available when I passed the first time around, and I was wrong. Instead of Cook, I should have gone for a veteran like Kirk Cousins, Derek Carr or Jared Goff, or even a younger player like Justin Herbert or Jarrett Stidham. But now I’m stuck with a journeyman at the game’s most important position, and I’m afraid I’m doomed to a lowly record and a much higher draft pick next year. — Teicher

Stat to know: Virtually the opposite of the real-life Chiefs, this Kansas City team will be run-heavy. It features a backfield with last year’s second-ranked (Chubb) and seventh-ranked (Cook) rushers in rushing yards per game. And when he was a starter from 2015 to ’17, Taylor’s 1,575 rushing yards and 14 rushing TDs trailed only Cam Newton among QBs.

Mike Clay’s draft grade: Tier 4. Starting with the league’s best corner was great, but back-to-back running backs and a 30-year-old borderline backup QB is problematic.

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1. Cincinnati: Patrick Mahomes, QB 2. Washington: Russell Wilson, QB 3. Detroit: Lamar Jackson, QB 4. N.Y. Giants: Deshaun Watson, QB 5. Miami: Aaron Donald, DT 6. L.A. Chargers: Ronnie Stanley, OT 7. Carolina: Joey Bosa, DE 8. Arizona: Drew Brees, QB 9. Jacksonville: Dak Prescott, QB 10. Cleveland: Nick Bosa, DE 11. N.Y. Jets: Carson Wentz, QB 12. Las Vegas: Aaron Rodgers, QB 13. Indianapolis: Joe Burrow, QB 14. Tampa Bay: Tom Brady, QB 15. Denver: Drew Lock, QB 16. Atlanta: Matt Ryan, QB 17. Dallas: Kyler Murray, QB 18. Pittsburgh: Teddy Bridgewater, QB 19. Chicago: Jimmy Garoppolo, QB 20. L.A. Rams: Christian McCaffrey, RB 21. Philadelphia: Baker Mayfield, QB 22. Buffalo: Michael Thomas, WR 23. New England: Sam Darnold, QB 24. New Orleans: Khalil Mack, OLB 25. Minnesota: Ryan Tannehill, QB 26. Houston: DeAndre Hopkins, WR 27. Seattle: Mike Evans, WR 28. Baltimore: Matthew Stafford, QB 29. Tennessee: Tyreek Hill, WR 30. Green Bay: Tua Tagovailoa, QB 31. San Francisco: George Kittle, TE 32. Kansas City: Stephon Gilmore, CB

Patrick Mahomes, Aaron Donald & Lamar Jackson ESPNRound 2

33. Kansas City: Dalvin Cook, RB 34. San Francisco: Myles Garrett, DE 35. Green Bay: David Bakhtiari, OT 36. Tennessee: Cam Newton, QB 37. Baltimore: Julio Jones, WR 38. Seattle: Jalen Ramsey, CB 39. Houston: Saquon Barkley, RB 40. Minnesota: Davante Adams, WR 41. New Orleans: Ryan Ramczyk, OT 42. New England: T.J. Watt, OLB 43. Buffalo: Josh Allen, QB 44. Philadelphia: Chase Young, DE 45. L.A. Rams: Bobby Wagner, ILB 46. Chicago: Derrick Henry, RB 47. Pittsburgh: Minkah Fitzpatrick, S 48. Dallas: Tyron Smith, OT 49. Atlanta: Cameron Jordan, DE 50. Denver: Travis Kelce, TE 51. Tampa Bay: Alvin Kamara, RB 52. Indianapolis: Zach Ertz, TE 53. Las Vegas: Von Miller, OLB 54. N.Y. Jets: Odell Beckham Jr., WR 55. Cleveland: Justin Herbert, QB 56. Jacksonville: Danielle Hunter, DE 57. Arizona: Chandler Jones, DE 58. Carolina: DeForest Buckner, DE 59. L.A. Chargers: Za’Darius Smith, OLB 60. Miami: Ezekiel Elliott, RB 61. N.Y. Giants: Yannick Ngakoue , DE 62. Detroit: Derwin James, S 63. Washington: Shaquil Barrett, DE 64. Cincinnati: Josh Allen, DE

Round 3

65. Cincinnati: Laremy Tunsil, OT 66. Washington: Trent Williams, OT 67. Detroit: Tre’Davious White, CB 68. N.Y. Giants: Terron Armstead, OT 69. Miami: Kirk Cousins, QB 70. L.A. Chargers: Daniel Jones, QB 71. Carolina: Jarrett Stidham, QB 72. Arizona: A.J. Green, WR 73. Jacksonville: JuJu Smith-Schuster, WR 74. Cleveland: Chris Godwin, WR 75. N.Y. Jets: Bradley Chubb, OLB 76. Las Vegas: Josh Jacobs, RB 77. Indianapolis: Quenton Nelson, G 78. Tampa Bay: Chris Jones, DT 79. Denver: Isaiah Simmons, ILB 80. Atlanta: CeeDee Lamb, WR 81. Dallas: Keenan Allen, WR 82. Pittsburgh: Mitchell Schwartz, OT 83. Chicago: Jerry Jeudy, WR 84. L.A. Rams: Jared Goff, QB 85. Philadelphia: Lane Johnson, OT 86. Buffalo: Matthew Judon, OLB 87. New England: Amari Cooper, WR 88. New Orleans: Jamal Adams, S 89. Minnesota: Arik Armstead, DE 90. Houston: Derek Carr, QB 91. Seattle: Ben Roethlisberger, QB 92. Baltimore: J.J. Watt, DE 93. Tennessee: Fletcher Cox, DT 94. Green Bay: Darius Slay, CB 95. San Francisco: Jameis Winston, QB 96. Kansas City: Nick Chubb, RB

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97. Kansas City: Tyrod Taylor, QB 98. San Francisco: Grady Jarrett, DT 99. Green Bay: Justin Tucker, K 100. Tennessee: Jaire Alexander, CB 101. Baltimore: Stefon Diggs, WR 102. Seattle: DeMarcus Lawrence, DE 103. Houston: Tyrann Mathieu, S 104. Minnesota: Harrison Smith, S 105. New Orleans: Philip Rivers, QB 106. New England: Frank Clark, DE 107. Buffalo: Micah Hyde, S 108. Philadelphia: A.J. Brown, WR 109. L.A. Rams: Dante Fowler Jr., DE 110. Chicago: Eddie Jackson, S 111. Pittsburgh: DK Metcalf, WR 112. Dallas: Maxx Crosby, DE 113. Atlanta: Jeff Okudah, CB 114. Denver: Courtland Sutton, WR 115. Tampa Bay: Kenny Golladay, WR 116. Indianapolis: Darius Leonard, ILB 117. Las Vegas: Henry Ruggs III, WR 118. N.Y. Jets: Zack Martin, G 119. Cleveland: Jarvis Landry, WR 120. Jacksonville: Marshon Lattimore, CB 121. Arizona: Patrick Peterson, CB 122. Carolina: Jedrick Wills Jr., OT 123. L.A. Chargers: Brandon Brooks, G 124. Miami: Kevin Byard, S 125. N.Y. Giants: Allen Robinson II, WR 126. Detroit: DJ Moore, WR 127. Washington: Terry McLaurin, WR 128. Cincinnati: Tyler Lockett, WR

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