#i have a lot of thoughts about blake. if you couldn't tell.

[kienava]

So someone asked me to make a post about Blake’s development so far in order to discuss the question of where Blake’s character can progress at this point in RWBY given that her arc with Adam wrapped up in V6 and she didn’t really carry a plot line in V7-8. I do media and story things for a living, but I’m also an intimate partner abuse survivor - needless to say, Blake’s story is important to me. Hopefully my perspective helps answer concerns about Blake’s story being “over,” because I think it’s very much the opposite.

(Continued below the cut because this turned into an entire essay.)

I want to preface this by saying I understand why it might be difficult to picture what Blake’s story looks like going forward. I largely credit this to the relative dearth of compassionate, healing-oriented narratives about abuse survivors in media. A lot of what we see is either revenge fantasies or stories about facing the abuser and arriving at a point of ultimate catharsis. In some sense, this is a broader fault in the standards of western storytelling, which is oriented around that singular, climactic catharsis, but that’s another essay. In truth, a mostly linear progression towards a pivotal point of recovery isn’t how healing from abuse works. It’s a messy process, and life is rarely as linear as in fiction. I think RWBY incorporates that nonlinearity into Blake’s arc very well.

Speaking of Blake’s arc, let’s look at that.

When we first meet her in volume 1, she’s introduced as an aloof, independent loner who’s very resistant to getting closer to people. Most of her classmates perceive her as mysterious and alluring at best, callous and cold at worst. Once we start to understand more of her history, it’s easier to see her attitude as the defense mechanism it is. She wants to keep people at arm’s length because she doesn’t trust them not to hurt her – but she also believes that she will harm people she gets close to just because of who she is. That whole Beauty and the Beast dichotomy, you know? Adam told her that she ruins things. It doesn’t help that he groomed her into a terrorist organization and thus her surrounding community has also labeled her a threat. She’s got a few overlapping layers of distorted thinking to work through when it comes to her image of herself and others. The way she perceives people is, at first, overwhelmingly informed by her traumatic experiences with Adam and the White Fang.

It’s pretty strongly implied that Blake bent the rules in the forest and intentionally selected Yang as her partner. When we first see Blake dashing around in the shadows, Yang is taking down a Grimm while sassing it to death. Blake talks later about how Adam’s charisma drew her to him initially, so it’s no surprise that when she was choosing her next partner, she gravitated to the same superficial qualities. During the first White Fang arc, after her self-destructive spiral, Blake starts to genuinely trust her teammates for the first time. That trust is tested when Yang fights Mercury. In this moment, Blake is confronted with the possibility that a pattern might be repeating itself: what if she was drawn to Yang for reasons beyond the superficial? What if Yang doesn’t just share Adam’s positive qualities, but his negative ones, too? The impulsiveness, the violence, the abuse – but Blake stops herself. She chooses to trust that Yang isn’t Adam, and she says as much. She’s accepting that Adam is in her past and electing to move forward. How perfectly, neatly linear. 

Then the end of volume 3 happens.

For an abuse survivor, the idea that an abuser you’ve gotten away from might come crashing back into your life is possibly the scariest thing in the entire world. This is exactly what happens when Adam shows up, and Blake’s worst fears come true. He makes a point of hurting someone she cares about simply because he can to prove that he still has power over her. Blake runs because she thinks the only way she can protect the people she cares about is to be away from them. That paradoxical duality of (1) fearing harm will be done to her by others and (2) doing harm to others herself rears its head. 

One specific question I was asked is why Blake talks about Yang so little in volumes 4 and 5. If Blake isn’t talking about the people she left behind, is she even thinking about them? I say, well of course she is. It’s coloring her entire attitude.

When Blake returns to Menagerie, she’s back in the place where she met her abuser. She’s at her parents’ house, a place that has been a symbol of everything she left behind when she ran away the first time. Now she’s run from another home. Menagerie is riddled with traumatic memories for her, both interpersonally and on a structural, systemic level. Everywhere she goes could be a place where Adam said something awful to her, made her obey him in some way, asserted control. She also has to confront him in person again, too.

With Adam around, of course she’s not going to risk mentioning Yang. He got one inkling that Blake cared about someone else and cut their fucking arm off. The one time Blake mentions Yang by name, her voice cracks so obviously it’s like she’s forcing herself to get the word out. Through both of these volumes, Blake has other external goals, but she’s still trying to protect someone she cares about. At this point, she’s constantly struggling with two motivations: hope and fear. She wants to make the world a better place, but she’s terrified of what she’ll have to confront in order to do it because of what she’s already lost. Her choice to reunite with her team and fight shows that ultimately hope wins out.

In Volume 6, Blake and Yang facing Adam is essentially the B plot of the whole volume. He appears in flashes before the major confrontation at the end, but the damage he’s done to both of them is intrinsically tied into Blake and Yang’s relationship throughout.

The end of this volume offers the climactic moment of confronting and overcoming the abuser. Afterwards, Blake collapses and cries. Catharsis! Yay! We’re done now, right? This may be why, to some people, defeating Adam is the obvious “end” of Blake’s character arc. Again, I’d argue that this perception comes from how abuse is often depicted in media, but there’s also a very intense pressure in the real world for survivors not to speak out and share their stories. Even people who are abuse survivors might not publicly claim that label for a multitude of reasons. Namely, it fucking hurts to think about it, and also sometimes people are real weird about it. I don’t blame anyone who doesn’t want to carry that weight around all the time. We can see some inklings of Blake dealing with this challenge over the course of the show, though they’re subtle. Early on, she explicitly avoids talking about Adam until she absolutely has to, and even when she does start to unpack what he did, she often talks about it with visible shame (averting her eyes, etc). Unfortunately, shame is a very common sentiment for abuse survivors to carry, and addressing it is a major part of Blake’s journey as she starts to heal in volume 6.

Another point of interest posed was to look at Blake’s role in volumes 7 and 8. There’s an argument that she doesn’t really do anything or that her role is as a somewhat generic support figure within the group. I wholeheartedly disagree.

While Blake doesn’t carry a plotline herself during the Atlas arc, she and Yang embody polarized attitudes towards the global conflict the group is facing, and that contrast serves the larger narrative very well. Because she was raised by activists in a context where she was constantly thinking about civil rights, Blake wants to address the broader ideological conflict at play. Yang, whose childhood consisted of raising her younger sister, wants to help people in a practical, immediate way. Blake is an abstract, big-picture thinker, and Yang is more focused on what’s right in front of her. This isn’t a dig at either of them; it’s just a difference in prioritites. At first, Yang worries that these differing priorities will be a source of tension between them, but when she and Blake talk things through they’re able to understand each other without judgment. Blake is learning to reconnect with the idealist she used to be in her early youth, someone who fought for a cause purely because she wanted to make the world a better place. She’s able to embrace that side of herself around Yang even though they have different priorities, and they’re still able to support each other’s goals.

Furthermore, on a purely interpersonal level in V7-8, Blake has interactions with other characters that speak specifically to the healing journey she’s been on. Yes, these are significantly quieter moments than a fight to the death on a bridge over a waterfall, but that doesn’t mean they should be written off. Quiet and peace are part of healing, and that doesn’t have to undermine the story’s integrity. Dramatic tension is still possible amidst this, as we saw in Blake’s talks with Yang where they discuss their team’s split strategic approaches. When Blake talks to Nora about the importance of not losing yourself in someone else, that’s her speaking from experience. She’s lost herself in a relationship before, and she knows how hard it is to come back from that, but she survived. She healed. The asserted importance of self-compassion in relationships has a unique gravity coming from Blake. She has a strongly developed ability to balance interpersonal empathy with community- and global-level stakes, which we’re already seeing glimmers of at the beginning of V9 as she steps up to come up with a plan on the island. 

In summary, Blake’s arc isn’t just about that final showdown with Adam. She faces her abuser, runs away, faces him again, and again, finally evicts him from her life for good - and after that, her story continues.

She goes on to find ways to heal from her past. That process involves renewing compassion for her loved ones, her community, and the world as a whole; learning how to love without fear; and reconnecting with who she was before she was forced to become aloof and detached to protect herself. Although the circumstances of abuse convinced her that she was a coward, she is, and has always been, an incredibly brave character. She’s finally recognizing that at the current point in the story. Ultimately, I think this is the thing connects her to Yang and the rest of team RWBY so strongly: they’re brave enough to love and have hope even when forces of adversity tell them they shouldn’t dare to. Blake is a courageous idealist with a heart full of compassion, and ultimately not even Adam could destroy that about her.

My serious answer to the question of where Blake’s character will go now is that I think she’ll be a sort of de facto leader on the island as Ruby spirals into existential depression. Hopefully that arc resolves in a way that’s consistent with the show’s overall message about hope winning out, and past this volume Blake will still carry that optimistic but grounded revolutionary spirit and continue to be a center of compassion and hope.

My catharsis-oriented answer is this: aside from being trapped on a magical fairy tale island, Blake is free for the first time in a very long time, and she can go wherever the fuck she wants.  

#it's time for KIE'S OPINION #blake belladonna #rwby v9 #rwby spoilers #cw: abuse #tw: abuse mention #i have a lot of thoughts about blake. if you couldn't tell. #i went full english lit minor #anyway if anyone starts clowning on this post i will not hesitate to block your ass

[howlingday]

Adrian looks to jaune " dada "

Team rwby pyrrha re and nora " 🤯🤯🤯😱😱what?

"I'm not your Dada." Jaune chuckled, earning a wave of relief to echo across the room from both teams.

"I mean, you kinda are." Saphron shrugged, earning harsher gasps from the teams.

"How?"

"Well, you are the only positive male role model in his life." Terra said with a smile.

"What about Dad?"

"She said positive male role model." Saphron rolled her eyes. "Unless you consider telling dirty jokes and yelling at the TV positive, you're a lot better than he is."

"Dad does get pretty mad at his team." Jaune chuckled. "I guess I am your dada, huh, Adrian?"

"Dada!" Adrian reached out and grabbed Jaune's hoodie, pulling him closer.

"Aw~!" RWBY cooed along with the girls of JNPR. Ren simply smiled at the two.

"So, who is the father?" Blake asked as Jaune let Adrian tug his finger this way and that.

"My ex-boyfriend knocked me up before we broke up." Terra explained. "By the time I found out, I was already dating Saph, and he'd already left the kingdom."

"Jerk!" Ruby and Nora called at the same time.

"Well, it's his loss, right, Adrian?" Jaune took the babe into his hands.

"Dada! Dada!" Jaune lifted the boy into the air, chuckling at his giggling.

Ruby and Pyrrha admired the view of Jaune acting so fatherly to the boy that may not have been related by blood, but was related none the less, and felt their knees grown weak at the thought of him being a real father. Weiss felt something similar to the effect of admiration, but it was more nostalgic as she remembered her grandfather treating herself and her brother in a similar fashion. Yang also felt a bit of nostalgia, remembering how she'd raised Ruby as she did, and when looking at her now, couldn't help but feel proud of herself for the good job she did. Nora continued to scooch closer to Ren, who continued to scoot away.

Blake, however, noticed how Terra and Saphron looked to Jaune. With her double-hearing, she could hear heartbeats pretty well, and noted that their hearts quickened just a bit when talking about Jaune not being Adrian's father. It was a simple, but effective trick she'd learned in the White Fang, and it certainly worked. They were lying, but about what specifically, she wasn't sure. Looking to Jaune laughing and smiling at Adrian, who laughed and smiled back, she relented. Jaune would still care for Adrian, no matter what. And that was all that really mattered in the issue.

#rwby #jaune arc #adrian cotta arc #my answer #my answers #saphron cotta arc #terra cotta arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos

[bcolfanfic]

HI SO IM OBSESSED???? WITH YOUR YOUNG VETS AU 😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

little josie oml i have to know do you have any hcs of her with her uncles?? are there any pets in the household?

loveeee the au, esp the soc med post!!

uncle crosby in her favorite idk it’s the big eyes and baby deer energy she’s just a girl she's fascinated with him

she likes stealing her daddies’ phones to facetime him

one time she nabs gale’s phone to call him at like 6am. and when he finds her asleep in her room he finds his phone propped up with crosby still on facetime because he didn’t have the heart to hang up on her (,:

they try to get it in her head she can *ask* to call uncle crosby but then she’s asking every waking second of day so they regret that a smidge

daddy 🥹 i love you 🥹

i love you too peanut,

'kay. let’s call uncle crosby (:

after crosby the ones sees the most are demarco and curt

very right brain left brain

the first time they're in town visiting demarco he baby proofs his whole house like she's an actual baby and not a 4 almost 5 year old who *mostly* listens

and he finds himself saying "don't touch that!" ad nauseum even when she's just looking at something and wasn't going to touch it. (not until he gave her the idea at least)

but she's a sweetie and he mellows out a little because i mean, how could you not?

demarco has great fun with her when he realizes he can tell her as many crazy stories about her dads as he wants. the stories get increasingly more embarrassing the older she gets.

curt is the polar opposite end of the stick and lets her do whatever she wants.

to the extent that he puts the crayons in her hands himself to let her color on a wall that he's planning on getting painted soon anyways

but gale and bucky draw the line at curt letting her play with his back up prosthetic legs.

rosie couldn’t make it to her adoption weekend so he sent her a little care package that included a custom pop-up card of himself.

the card also talked.

“where…did he make this himself?”

the guys thought was a creepy but josie loved it and opened and closed it for weeks until the battery died

and her daddies replaced the battery even though they were going bonkers hearing rosie’s voice every hour of the day

dead silence, a moment of quiet in the house- for once, peace

until an ever increasingly robotic "Hi Josie! This is your Uncle Rosie," made bucky want to *scream*

but they just couldn't say no to her sad little "you havta' fix rosie- he's broken."

blakely and gale got quite close after they came home and he became a dad via becoming a step dad around the same time bucky and gale became parents.

and when gale is losing his mind a little about parenting things, after bucky the first person he goes to is him. he's just level headed, and kind and good at talking gale off the ledge.

re: pets they get a puppy when josie is old enough to help out with taking care of it

in my mind they live on a pretty decent sized piece of property in wyoming, so lots of room for a dog that can run around and be chased by a kid for hours on end

#young vets au #buck x bucky #clegan #masters of the air #curt biddick #curtis biddick #benny demarco #bernard demarco #rosie rosenthal #everett blakely #harry crosby

[strawnarrries]

"Should've Picked Me."

Summary: Niall wants a girl on his team for The Voice, but she ends up picking a different coach. She somehow ends up in his dressing room later and apologizes for not picking him. It's cute, but then Niall goes into cocky mode, and he starts talking about what she's missing. He takes off his button up, revealing his tank top. He seduces her, demands she gets on her knees, and he makes her choke and gag, and he makes her admit he's the best and she should've picked him. Lots of arrogance please!

Requested: yes!!!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): M receiving oral, choking/gagging, dirty talk

You were speechless. All four judges had turned their chairs for you, pretty much arguing with each other over who wanted you the most. You had always had a passion for singing and growing up were constantly told by people around you how talented you were. It was your dream to be a singer but you never thought it would actually work out for you. After much encouragement, your parents finally convinced you to try out for The Voice and so far, it is paying off. You knew you could sing, but all four celebrity judges (who were also all professional, successful singers with amazing voices) were telling you how incredible you were. You couldn't believe it. Your dream was finally coming true.

After all the judges did their speeches, praised you, and begged you to be on their team, you were torn on who to choose. Kelly was one of the celebrities that you adored and always looked up to growing up so little Y/N would die to be on her team. Chance had such a beautiful singing voice that wasn't always portrayed in his songs so being on his team meant being able to hear more of his voice. Blake had that country-ness that you secretly adored, plus he was so funny so you knew you would have so much fun on his team. But Niall, oh you had the biggest crush on that boy. He was so fine. That chocolatey, brunette hair always perfectly styled, the jewelry adorning his earlobes, neck, and fingers, those gorgeous, blue eyes you could get lost in, the facial hair lining his jaw, the chest hair peaking out from under his unbuttoned shirt, his thick Irish accent, his personality, humor, just everything about him made you melt.

"This is such a hard choice," you groaned softly, "but Kelly, you were one of my biggest inspirations growing up so I think I'm gonna have t' go with Team Kelly."

Kelly erupted into cheers, coming up and hugging you so tightly. The 3 boys groaned and grumbled, upset that you didn't choose to be on their team.

"Yer gonna regret that," Niall tsked with his arms crossed.

You blushed and his eye contact with you sent chills up your spine. You brushed it off, trying not to get yourself too worked up over him, knowing nothing would ever come from it.

After all the auditions were over, you and the other contestants were gathered to discuss what the next steps going forward were in regard to the competition. From this point on, your mind was fuzzy. You didn't know if it was the adrenaline, pure shock, or excitement, but you couldn't even remember when or how you got to where you are now. You and Niall were alone in his dressing room.

The door was closed behind him and butterflies were swarming in your stomach as he spoke, "'m mad atcha."

"Why?" you pouted, even though you knew the answer.

"Ya didn't pick me."

"Niall," you whined teasingly, "I had to pick Kelly!"

"Ya did not," he giggled, "I feel so betrayed!"

"Why do you like me so much?" you asked, genuinely curious why he was so eager for you to be on his team.

"Dunno," he shrugged, stepping closer and cupping your face, "just somethin' about ya. Yer confident, gotta beautiful voice, beautiful eyes, beautiful face, beautiful lips."

His voice had gotten much deeper and his accent had begun to get thicker. You could feel the sexual tension filling the air very rapidly and you couldn't help the squeeze of your thighs once you felt your panties start to dampen at his words.

"I wanted ya," he added, "I wanted a pretty girl with a voice of an angel like you on me team."

You couldn't help but blush at his words.

"Yer gonna miss out though," he smirked, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Would've got a lot if ya were on me team."

"I'm sorry," you hummed seductively, "Do you forgive me?"

"Might be able to," he replied, beginning to walk away from you.

"Might?"

"Mhm," he nodded.

His fingers started fumbling with the buttons on his button-up shirt, slowly unbuttoning the buttons and watching as you watched him in awe. He slid his jacket off of his arms and tossed it onto the couch. His muscled arms were revealed to you and the tank top adorning his chest made your mouth water. You noticed the gold necklace still wrapped around his neck and you couldn't help but imagine the sight of it dangling over your face while he fucked in and out of you.

"What can I do t' get you t' forgive me?"

"I can think of a couple things," he hummed, walking towards you again.

"Like what?" you grinned.

He didn't answer you, silence taking over the room as you both stared at each other, curious about who was going to make the first move. The sexual tension in the air was so high you thought you might suffocate. He was so sexy. His blue eyes were clouded over with lust and you noticed his gaze trailing down to your lips.

"'m gonna be honest, it's takin' everythin' in me not t' kiss you right now."

"Then why don't you?" you smirked.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned to himself.

His lips crashed onto yours, tongue slipping into your mouth and asserting his dominance. He quickly backed you up against the wall, lips moving in sync with yours. His hands gripped your hips tightly, squeezing them as he pushed himself into you. His bulge caressed you exactly where you were already throbbing for him. The slight friction of his hips grinding into you sent relief to wash across your body, but also made you want more at the same time.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander your body. He grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. He pulled the right side of your bra down, revealing your nipple to the cool air. He cupped your breast and squeezed roughly while his lips landed on your neck, leaving marks everywhere they could reach.

His hands trailed down again and slipped past the elastic band on your skirt. He pushed it down your legs and allowed it to pool at your feet before you heeled off your boots and kicked your skirt and shoes in the direction where your shirt landed. Your matching red bra and panty set were now exposed to him. You were thanking your past self for putting on a pair that made you feel sexy rather than an old, ratty pair.

He bit his lip as he lusted over your body, his hands snaking behind your back and undoing your bra. He slipped it off your arms and tossed it to the side. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change and you suddenly felt very vulnerable, but you weren't complaining.

"Fuck, yer sexy," he growled.

His lips immediately found their way to your left nipple, slipping it past his pink lips and beginning to lick, bite, suck, and nip at the sensitive skin. You moaned out his name, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure making you feel like you could cum on the spot. Your painted fingernails began tugging his brunette locks, messing up his perfectly styled hair, but he didn't seem to mind.

After giving your right nipple the same amount of attention, he pulled away and demanded, "Get on yer knees."

You immediately got down on your knees in front of him, his bulge now face-to-face with you. While unbuckling his black belt and pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, he grumbled, "Really gonna fuckin' regret not pickin' me after I'm done wit' ya."

He was huge. He definitely was the biggest you've ever seen. He was so thick and his tip peaked out from under his foreskin, bright red and oozing precum. Your mouth watered as you admired him before you were broken out of your trance by his accent, "Be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips 'round me."

You instantly obeyed and wrapped your hand around his length, immediately taking him in. You wasted no time, bobbing your head back and forth against him, looking up at him innocently through your mascara-coated eyelashes.

He let out of groan, throwing his head back, "Oh fuck."

He grabbed your long, curled hair between his hands and gathered it into a ponytail, lifting it up out of your face. You continued bobbing your head against him, sucking gently at his throbbing tip each time you came up, palms pumping what your mouth wasn't currently focused on.

His hands soon let your hair fall down to your back again, moving to press them against each side of your face to hold you still, "Stop movin'. 'm gonna fuck yer mouth and den you'll really be wishin' ya said me name up dere."

"Mmm, punish me," you smirked.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed out.

He immediately began thrusting his hips, his member moving in and out of your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat with each entrance and you began to gag on him. Your eyes watered and moans fell from both yours and Niall's lips.

Filthy words left his mouth as he felt his orgasm begin to rise, "Look at cha. Look so fuckin' sexy like dis; gaggin' on me cock, lettin' me use ya like the good girl ya are. I know ya love dis. Such a dirty girl. I bet yer fuckin' soaked right now all 'cause of me."

He wasn't wrong, you were dripping for him. Even though your vision was blurry, you could see the way his jaw was slack, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you. Sweat began to seep through his tank top and you couldn't remember the last time a man turned you on as much as Niall was right now.

Your hands wrapped around his thighs to keep you grounded, nails digging into his skin, for sure leaving marks for him to notice tomorrow morning. The curls lining his pelvis tickled your nose when you took him in full and your throat tightened each time you gagged around him, sending him into a moaning mess. His member was coated with your slick saliva, making it that much easier for him to move in and out of your mouth.

"So hot seein' ya like that. 'm fuckin' dat pretty voice outta ya. Won't ever be able t' say anyone's name but mine after 'm done withcha."

Your eyes continued to water every time you gagged on him, tears rolling down your cheeks and your mascara beginning to crease under your eyes. You were throbbing for him, needing some sort of relief. You were sat on your knees so you adjusted yourself slightly so the heel of your foot was placed right against your clothed center. You subtly ground your hips against your heel, the pressure on your throbbing clit being just enough for tension to be lifted.

It wasn't much longer until you felt him begin to twitch in your mouth before he pulled out abruptly, painfully groaning, "Fuck, okay, 'm gonna cum. Needa be in ya."

You stood back up and immediately pressed your lips against his, letting him taste himself on your tongue. You whimpered desperately against him, gripping him tightly, "I need you so bad. I want you t' fuck me so hard."

"Ya know I fuckin' will. 'm gonna fuck ya so hard ya won't be able t' walk tomorrow mornin'," he growled.

You moaned at his words, your lips moving sloppily against his. He pressed you up against the wall again, grabbing your hands that were tugging his hair and pinning them above your head. He held both of your wrists in one hand, the other hand sliding down your body. His fingers dipped into your panties and slipped through your folds, feeling how wet he made you.

"Yer drenched, babe. Drippin' down me fingers."

The pet name he called you sent tingles down your spine and you let out a desperate whimper. You would've been embarrassed at how helpless you sounded but you were so turned on nothing else in the world mattered but him. With his one free hand, he pushed your panties down your smooth legs, letting them pool at your feet before you kicked them off, "Who made ya dis wet, huh?"

"You did," you hummed softly, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation for what's to come next.

"What was dat?" he egged on, fingers sliding up and down your slit to spread your wetness.

"You, Niall!" you moaned, "Fuck, you did."

"Damn right I did," he smirked smugly.

He easily slipped two fingers into your entrance, thrusting them in and out of you. You let out a pornographic moan at the relief, head falling back against the wall and hips bucking up into his hand. He curled his fingers up and wriggled them around, feeling every inch of you. He found that special spot inside of you, just under where your clit is located and your back arched in response. He rubbed over that spot over and over again and you knew it wouldn't be long until you were screaming his name.

His lips attacked your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking at that skin, being sure to leave marks. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, his pace quickening with each thrust and you couldn't stop the moans leaving your lips. The sound of your wetness filled the room along with Niall's raspy voice against the skin of your neck, "Gotta getcha nice and ready fer me, huh? 'm gonna stretch ya out real good in just a minute. Best fuck you'll ever have, I can guarantee dat."

His fingers continued to move in and out of you and the knot in your stomach tightened and tightened. He could feel your walls clench around him and your wrists straining against his hands still pinning you against the wall.

"'m gonna cum, oh my god, 'm so close," you whimpered.

Not even a full second later, you felt empty, your high instantly fading. He had slipped his fingers out of you and let go of your wrists. Before you even had time to complain, he ordered, "Go t' the couch and get on yer hands and knees."

You immediately obeyed, getting comfortable on the couch, and waiting impatiently for him. He slipped off his shoes, stepped out of the pool of his pants around his ankles, and pulled off his tank top so you both were now completely naked and exposed to one another.

"Do we need a condom?" he asked.

"No, I have an IUD," you replied.

"Fuckin' perfect," he groaned.

Getting on his knees behind you, he lined himself up with your entrance. You let out a whimper as he slid in, filling you up completely. He was huge. It took you a minute to adjust to him but once you did, you were in pure bliss. He wasted no time and began moving in and out of you at a fast pace, his hips smacking against yours and echoing throughout the room.

"Fuck, yer fuckin' tight," he grunted, fingertips digging into the skin of your hips as he watched himself move in and out of you, his member glistening with your arousal, "Haven't ever been properly fucked before, have ya?"

"Ni-Niall," you moaned, your breath hitching in your throat as you clenched around him, feeling every inch of him against your walls.

"Dat's right, say my name. Fuckin' regretting not sayin' it up on stage now aren't ya?"

You moaned out his name louder this time, feeling your orgasm begin to rise again. The sound of your wetness and his hips slapping against yours reverberated off the dressing room walls. He felt so good inside of you. You were dreaming of this the second you saw him turn his chair around for you in that sexy outfit and smug look on his face.

With each thrust of his hips, his swollen tip hit your spot perfectly, sending pleasure throughout your body. You clenched around him, feeling every ridge and vein on his member against your slick walls. You were supporting yourself on your elbows, your ass in the air for him. He had the perfect view of you. The arch of your back and the thickness of your ass were all he had in his mind at the moment. That and the fact that this sexy girl didn't choose to be on his team.

"Ya regrettin' not pickin' me now?"

"Oh god, Niall, yes," you moaned.

"Bet ya are."

His tip continued to reach that special spot inside of you, going so deep with every thrust of his hips. You were in pure bliss right now. A man has never made you feel this good in your entire life. You had expected Niall to be good in bed, but you never expected it to be this good. Your body was on fire, he made you feel so good, you couldn't help the moans that left your lips. You didn't care who was listening on the other side of the door, all you were capable of doing was screaming his name.

He leaned down slightly, his back pressed against yours as his right arm slid around your waist and held you against him. His thrusts became shorter at the new position, his tip now slightly rubbing that special spot inside of you.

"None of those other judges can make ya feel as good as I'm makin' ya feel right now, huh?" he hummed into your ear.

"Mm mm," you whimpered, "You feel so good. You're so deep."

"Can ya feel me in yer stomach?"

"Oh fuck, y-yes, yes," you breathed out, struggling to let the words leave your lips as your breath hitched in your throat.

His lips began attacking your neck, nipping and sucking anywhere they could reach. You let out a pathetic moan when he kissed just below your ear; that was your sweet spot. He began sucking and nipping extra at that spot, causing chills to run down your spine. His lips were wet and slightly cold against your burning skin. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

As he sat up again, he slipped out of you. Grabbing onto your hips, he comfortably repositioned himself before lining his tip up with your dripping entrance and immediately pounding back into you. His pace was fast and hard, desperately chasing both of your highs. Your orgasm was just around the corner. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were releasing all over him, screaming his name for the entire arena to hear.

"Should've picked me, huh?" he hummed, lifting his hand from your hip and landing it across the curve of your ass in a solid spank.

"Mhm," you whimpered.

"Say it."

"Fuck, Niall, yes! I should've picked you. You're the b-best judge up there and it was st-stupid for me to not pick you. Fuck, you feel so good." You struggled to get your words out, the pleasure being too much for you and your breath hitching in your throat once again.

"'bout t' make ya cum, aren't I?"

"Yes, oh my god, please don't stop, 'm so close," you whimpered, desperate for a release.

"Tell me how good I am and I'll let ya cum," he grunted.

"So good, Niall. No one else has ever made me feel this good. You're so fuckin' big, fill me up perfectly. I never want you t' stop. Fuck, it feels s-so good." Moans, whimpers, and praises continued to spill from your lips. His thrusts got quicker and harder with each compliment that left your mouth and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.

You reached down underneath your body and pressed your fingers to your clit, rubbing it side to side sloppily to bring you to the edge. Your moans got louder and more pornographic as the knot in your stomach unraveled and your orgasm took over your entire body in waves of pleasure. Your face was buried into the cushions, muffling the sounds you were creating. You could see stars behind your eyelids and your toes curled against his calves in pleasure.

Your high slowly began dropping and you could feel him twitch inside of you before filling you up completely with his warm release. A new wave of pleasure washed through your body and you shivered in response. Sexy groans fell from his lips as he carried himself through his orgasm, soon both of you coming down from the high with heavy breaths.

You both collapsed on the couch, his chest resting against your back before you whined, his body weight being too much. He slid in behind you, spooning you as you both dwelled in the aftermaths of your orgasms.

It wasn't long before you spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Well duh," he replied.

He got up from the couch, walked towards the rack that held all his clothes, and began to get dressed in a fresh outfit; a lot more casual than the one he wore on stage.

There was a cute grin on his pink lips while he spoke his next words, making you roll your eyes teasingly, "Should've picked me."

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Like Mother. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Daniel and you weren't the best friends. Your daughter changes things pretty quickly. Fluff.

Note: this was supposed to be enemies to lovers, but I got engaged writing all the fluff and forgot about the enemies stuff, you just have to believe me.

Warnings: none? Just tell me if you find something.

"Hey cunt"

"Hey bitch"

You let yourself fall on the chair.

"When will you stop?" Blake groaned.

"When she grows up" Daniel said.

Blake sighed.

"When is Sunny coming?" Michael asked.

"Her dad is dropping her soon. Then we can leave"

"Cool, can't wait to see her"

You smiled at Michael.

"She is excited about the trip too"

Daniel was observing. You were nice to everyone. You liked everyone. But you didn't like him and he didn't like you. So, having the same group of friends could be fun sometimes. Plus you had a daughter. A little girl that looked just like you and hated him as much as you. She was like a little cat that would hiss to him anytime he was near.

You received a message and disappeared from the studio. Sunny was here.

"Well"

Daniel looked at his friends when they looked at him expecting something.

"Well?"

"Are you dropping that stupid facade for the weekend?"

"What?"

"You like her" Scotty said.

"I don't"

"You do" Blake added.

"No, mate. I don't. We hate eachother."

"She hates you but you love her"

Daniel groaned and got up, showing them a finger and walking to the kitchen. He filled a cup of water and suddenly he heard the door and the usual happiness that Sunny brought.

He observed the image from the kitchen. Your girl hugged his friends, she laughed when Scotty tickled her and kissed Blake's cheek. She laughed like a maniac when Michael easily lift her from the floor. He felt something on his chest. His friends weren't so wrong after all.

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"I have never been there" Sunny said. She had been talking nonstop

"Haven't you?" Michael asked.

"No, but mum says it's really nice"

"It is. We already went there in summer"

"I was with Dad"

"Yes you were" You told your daughter. They all knew that your relationship with your ex was really bad. The only moments you see eachother was when you had to pick Sunny or something related to her. That trip had helped you to not feel so lonely without your daughter.

"And can we swim on the river?"

"The water is really cold" Scotty said.

Daniel was sitting at the back of the van, all of you thought he was asleep with his headphones on. But he was currently listening.

"Well, I'm a big girl. I take swim lessons" Sunny said with a smile.

Daniel smiled too, but tried to hide it.

"But it's winter, princess" You told her.

She frowned.

"So... We don't swim in winter"

"You will get your feet frozen" Michael tickled her and she laughed.

"I'm excited"

You arrived soon and Sunny jumped from the van as soon as she could.

You all spent the day walking around and doing anything Sunny wanted. She had a bunch of grown men eating from her palm and couldn't be more spoiled.

"Look at the house" She exclaimed "It's amazing"

"Pretty big, huh" Daniel said. It was innocent, but the little girl turned and frowned. "Ok, like Mother, like daughter"

Daniel scoffed and walked away.

"Sunny, don't be rude" You said because that's not how you wanted your girl to be.

Things were Danny stayed, as usual, you two keeping the distance and occasionally having a little fight or argument about things that in the other's eyes couldn't be more stupid. It was obvious that Sunny copied a lot for you. As you and Daniel hadn't been the greatest friends during her life, she hadn't grown close to him. He was just someone in her life that she knew and sometimes spend a day or two with. But she wasn't as friends with him as she was with the other. She didn't run to him when she was excited or sat on his lap to have a snack.

You barely noticed it because it was you who had done that. But Daniel did. He played and participated in the games, but he was never the little girl's option and barely talked to her.

But the day went on and no one seemed to noticed.

You were coming back for a hike, an easy one although Sunny had got some piggybacks from her Uncles when she got tired. You were thinking about how it had been a couple of minutes since you had heard her for the last time. So you turned around. "Scotty, where is Sunny?"

"She was with Blake"

We both looked at him.

"I thought she was with you, YN. She ran to you"

You felt dizzy and your heart beating like mad. The panic mode settled because any of you could see her.

"Sunny" You called her name in panic. She wasn't anywhere. Not back in path, not ahead, not looking your insects on the sides.

Michael was quickly steadying you when your knees became shaky.

"Okay, okay. We will fin her, YN. She can't be far"

"M-my daughter is lost... In the forest! It's getting dark" You were brushing the panic attack with your fingers.

Daniel had a knot on his chest.

"Let's go in different ways. She is too little, can't be far" He said before entering on the forest on his own.

He jumped over bushes and got scratches on his legs while looking for another path he knew was close. Meanwhile, Michael was taking you to the house.

"Sunny!" Daniel ran through the path. He felt like throwing up. He had never felt so nervous. "Sunny! Where are you?"

The sun was going down and it was getting too cold.

Michael was trying to help you breathing in the living room. You were having a really bad panic attack. You little princess was lost in the forest.

"Sunny!"

And suddenly, close to the river in a rock, he saw the yellow coat. He stopped on his tracks and panted out of breath.

There she was. She was sitting on the shore, with a stick moving a leaf in the water. Daniel had never felt such a relief.

"Sunny!" He called her and she turned around. He felt his heart shuttering. She was sobbing, she had a pout on her lips and her eyes were full of tears.

"Danny!" She said terrified.

Hearing her calling his name like that was even worst. She was so scared. Daniel ran to her and Sunny got up from the floor.

Daniel picked her from the floor and hugged her tight. Sunny grabbed into him with arms and legs, hanging like a koala and crying on his neck.

"Okay, okay. You are fine. You are fine, Sunny" He said while caressing her hair. "You are with me"

"I couldn't find Mommy" She whimpered. "I was picking flowers and I couldn't find Mommy."

"Mommy is at the house. She is waiting for you"

"It's getting dark. I don't like the dark"

Daniel carefully picked her coat and covered her with it. She grabbed his clothes tighter and sniffed.

"I want to go"

"Yes, sweetie. We are going back. Don't worry, okay?" He said.

His heart was beating so fast. He was hugging her so tight. He wanted to feel Sunny close. He had never felt so terrified.

"I'm scared, Danny"

"It's fine. Nothing will happen. I'm with you. I will take care of you"

Daniel kissed her head softly.

"Close your eyes and think about pretty things"

Sunny did, she hid on Daniel's hoodie.

"My mum is really pretty" She said.

Daniel smiled a bit. "She is"

"I want to be as pretty as her when I'm older"

"I'm sure you will. Plus, you are really pretty now, you know?"

"Thank you"

Daniel was blushing.

He stepped on a branch and Sunny squeaked.

"Hey, it's fine. I won't let anything happen, remember?"

She nodded and hugged his neck. She was cold.

"The house"

He smiled.

"Yes. I think Mum will be pretty nervous once we get there."

"Why"

"Because she got really scared when we couldn't find you"

"How can I help her?"

Daniel stopped walking.

"Let's do something. Let's fix your clothes and your hair so she finds you all cute and nice dressed."

Sunny nodded with a smile. Daniel put her on the ground and helped her with the leaves on her hair and her messy clothes. They cleaned the dirt and Daniel helped her with her ponytail.

"How do you know how to tie my hair?"

"I have a niece."

"Can I meet her?"

Daniel looked at her

"She lives in Australia"

Sunny shrugged.

"I have never been there"

Daniel crouched down in front of her and helped her with the coat.

"Maybe one day you can go"

"I will tell mum"

Daniel swallowed. You would never go to Australia. Maybe to Melbourne with Scotty. But not home with him.

"Okay, there you are. So pretty"

"Like Mommy?"

Daniel nodded.

"Like Mommy" It was true. She looked so much like you. And you were a beautiful woman.

"Let's go"

But Sunny made grabby hands.

"Please"

"Okay, come here"

Daniel picked her and carried her on his waist. He knocked the door and Blake was the one opening. They were all there and everyone sighed in relief. They had given up and come back to the house to have a new plan.

When all your friends sighed after the door was opened, you lift your head from Michael's chest.

It was as if a wave of energy ran over you. You jumped from the sofa and ran to Daniel and Sunny. Catching everyone by surprise, you hugged both of them. Not only Sunny like everyone expected. You snaked your amrs around both of them and tucked you face between theirs.

"Mommy! I'm back" Sunny hugged your neck and you cried harder.

Daniel was frozen, he couldn't move. He had never felt like this. He felt overwhelmed.

"Mommy! Danny helped me. I was scared but he said he would protect me" Sunny was excited. She couldn't understand how terrifying it had been. She had just spent some time alone in the forest and had gotten scared.

You pulled back and looked at Daniel. He felt his legs shaking. Then you cupped his check with one hand and said in the most sincere voice:

"Thank you"

He nodded. He couldn't speak.

After looking at him, into his eyes, you turned to Sunny because it felt too much. You couldn't explain how you were feeling. How Daniel bringing back your daughter had affected you.

"Are you okay, Sunny? Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. "I was a bit scared. And cried. But Danny found me"

"She was so brave" Daniel whispered.

You looked at him and he made a gesture. You picked Sunny from his arms and you daughter gave you a big hug. You kissed her cheek and touched her hair.

Daniel dried his hands on his trousers and looked around. His friends were looking at him. They all seemed speachless.

"Um... I'm... I need some water" And he went to the kitchen.

You followed him with your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I'm tired" Sunny said.

You looked down at her. The coat was closed, her ponytail was done but had some strands of hair falling on the sides of her face and there was some dirt on her cheek. It looked as if someone had brushed it off. Just like her trousers.

You bit you lip and touched her chin.

"Let's have a bath and then we can have dinner"

She nodded and ran to the stairs.

"Be careful!"

You got up and dried your tears.

"YN..." Michael started. "How are you?"

"Fine. Better. I'm... I'm glad"

He nodded.

Daniel was outside. He had quietly opened the back door and gone outside to breath fresh air. It was consuming him. He needed to do something soon.

You got Sunny in the bath and while you were washing her hair, you asked.

"Sunny, baby. Did Daniel fix your hair?" It was styled differently to what you usually did with her hair.

"Yes. We fixed my clothes too so you wouldn't get more scared."

You bit back the tears.

"Oh, well... Um... You have to thank him for finding you, okay?"

She nodded. You were unsure of what to say and if you really need to approach him.

When Daniel went back inside, Blake was in the kitchen.

"They are upstairs having a bath. We are having dinner soon"

He nodded.

"How are you, mate?"

Daniel shrugged.

"It's weird."

Blake nodded. "I'm sure she doesn't hate you. You two just got used to be like this"

Daniel sighed.

"Plus, Sunny was pretty comfortable with you. That's a lot for her"

Daniel leaned on the counter and opened a beer.

"She even kissed you. Was it the first time?"

Daniel nodded. "I don't think we've ever hugged"

"Well, that's a lot"

"I just found her daughter. She was having a panic attack."

"Mate..."

Daniel left the safety of the kitchen and went to the living room. Sunny was sitting with a book by herself and close to the fireplace. Daniel doubted about if he should go and talk to her without you around. He did at the end.

"Hey, Sunny" He sat close to her but not too close. He wanted to be respectful.

"Hi, Daniel" Sunny smiled sweetly.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. I'm clean now. My mum found leaves in my hair" She giggled and Daniel smiled. "And I'm a bit tired. We played a lot today"

"A lot yeah" Daniel had barely played with her. It was all the boys. He simply watched.

"My Mommy told me that I have to say thank you to you"

Daniel left a shaky breath out.

"Thank you, Danny" Sunny got up and hugged his neck.

Any of them knew you were watching, hidden in the darkness of the upper stairs and covering your mouth. You observed how Daniel was doubting, how he frowned a bit when Sunny hugged his neck but after a while he found the courage to hug her. His hands were big in your daughter. Just how you had seen him hugging his friends, Daniel tucked himself on Sunny's shoulder. And Sunny giggled and told him his beard was tickling her. You felt unwell. You heart was beating fast. It wasn't supposed to be happening.

Then Sunny pulled back and turned around, sitting between his legs and still with the warmth of his arms around her and reaching her book. "Let's read together".

You bit your lip and dried a tear.

Daniel's hands were shaking. He adored Sunny. He felt so happy when he started reading for her.

"Ow well" Scotty smiled when he came inside and found them. "At least one of the girls can stand you" He said not knowing you were listening.

It hurt. When you all sat to have dinner, everyone thought you were quiet. Michael whispered to Scotty that you were probably exhausted.

Sunny was sitting between you and Blake. Daniel was in front of Blake and had a fond smile while hearing your daughter talk.

"I thought you were tired" He said when Sunny said she wanted to watch a film.

"I am. But a film will help me sleeping better and have cool dreams." She said and looked at you. 'Please?"

You smiled and touched her cheek.

"Okay. But only one."

She nodded.

"Cool"

You leaned and kissed her head before getting up.

"I'll bring the dessert."

Sunny gave you her best puppy eyes.

"Yes honey, chocolate pudding for you"

Everyone laughed. You were in the kitchen lost in your thoughts when you heard steps behind you. Somehow you knew who it was.

You turned slowly.

"Hey" Daniel said. "Need help?"

You smiled a bit.

"With the fruit"

"OK"

He took the big bowl of fruit and looked at you. You took a deep breath. You were a grown woman. Your daughter had done it. You could do it.

"Thank you"

"It's just fruit" He shrugged it.

"You know I'm not talking about the fruit" You said. You didn't want to get angry now.

He sighed.

"It's nothing."

"It's something. I treat you like shit and you jump to the forest the second my daughter gets lost."

"How could I not?" He said and took a step closer.

You had to lower your head to not look at him.

"You would have done the same. We may argue like little kids, but... I know that you... Fuck. I care about you, okay? Maybe you care about me too."

You notice how he hadn't said the word hate. You smiled a bit. You didn't hate him. He just irritated you.

"I do"

Daniel smiled. He knew that it wasn't appropriate but he wanted to kiss you.

"I never told you" He said. You swallowed, what was this about? "But you have an amazing kid"

You smiled a bit and your eyes got watery.

"I do. She is the best"

"Like Mother, like daughter" Hearing him said that again in such a different context almost knocks you to the floor. You smiled and gently touched his arm.

"Thank you again. For bringing her back and fixing her clothes and hair"

He blushed.

"She told you"

"Never tell Sunny your secrets" You said smiling.

He chuckled.

"It's nice to know that"

You chuckled.

"She likes to have all her hair back, though. No loose strands."

"I did my best"

"Your best is crap, Ricciardo" Falling back to the bickering routine felt so comforting now.

"Fuck off" He answered with a smile.

When you two went back to the living room, Scotty chuckled.

"Wow, how is it that you two are smiling?"

"Fuck off, Scotty."

You turned and slapped Danny's arm.

"No bad words in front of my kid"

Sunny giggled and covered her mouth.

"Sorry, Sunny. Don't say that. At least in front of your mother."

"Promised!" She said and reached for her pudding.

You rolled your eyes.

Sunny obviously was too tired for the film and halfway through The Grinch, her eyes started closing. She was sitting on the floor with Michael sharing a bowl of grapes when she yawned the first time.

"Someone's tired" Blake said and got up. "Tea?"

As a waiter, he noted the teas and went to the kitchen.

"Sunny, baby" She turned to you. "Come here with me"

"I'm good here"

"I know, but you are tired. Come here with Mommy"

"But..."

Michael smiled at the girls stubbornness. Daniel was quietly observing.

"No buts. Come here"

She dramatically sighed and complained. Scotty laughed but you shot him a cold glare and he covered his mouth. Daniel thought you were a great mother.

Sunny climbed in the sofa next to you and laid her head on chest, you hugged her close to your side.

"Here" Daniel, who had been sitting on the other side of the sofa, passed you a blanket.

"Thanks".

You covered Sunny with it and she smiled.

"Thanks, Danny"

"You welcome, Sunny"

Nobody payed attention to the interaction, but it warmed your heart and cheeks.

Blake had to find another place to sit because the princess, as he said, had taken his whole seat.

Sunny was giggling and you thought it was bacuse of the film because she loved the Grinch. But at some point you felt her moving and looked down. Danny's hand was hidden under the blanket and Sunny was shaking her feet. You observed quietly until the blanket moved a bit and revealed Danny's tattooed hand. You looked at his hand and saw how he was smiling and biting his lip, watching the film and trying to not laugh. He was tickling her feet and everytime she giggled he had to stop himself from laughing to.

You heart beated so fast. Then he catched you watching and blushed deeply. You smiled. Why were you suddenly so fond of him?

"You will put her to sleep" You told him.

He simply said okay with a smile and pulled a bit from Sunny's sock.

"Danny! You are so annoying!" She complained.

"Yes. I say that all the time, Sunny" Blake agreed.

You all laughed. You liked how Sunny was around Danny. They kind of matched their energies and she looked so comfortable with him now. You felt kind of bad because maybe your own attitude around Daniel had affected her.

"Danny!" Sunny kicked him when he pinched her toe and Danny gasped.

"Hey! Sunny no."

Sunny looked at you with big eyes.

"Sunny, what did I said about hitting people?"

Daniel felt so bad when Sunny pouted. He didn't want to give her problems.

"But he..."

"I don't care. Hitting someone it's not a solution."

"He was annoying" She crossed her arms.

"YN..." Daniel whispered. He was scared of talking louder

"Apologize to Daniel" You said.

Sunny frowned and turned to Daniel. His heart broke when he saw a tear down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Danny"

She reached his hand and dried the tear.

"No problem, sweetheart. I'm sorry too." He said.

You looked at him.

"Dan..."

You had never called him that.

The others had forgotten about the film and were watching you instead.

"It's fine. It was a little misunderstanding. Right, Sunny? I won't bother you again"

"Okay. I won't have to kick you again then"

Everyone laughed.

"Yeah, what I said. Like Mother, like daughter"

"What does it mean?"

"That you are so much like your mum" He said and looked at you. You smiled at him.

"Had my mum kicked you?"

The look you gave him could have killed kittens.

"No" He quickly said.

"Then?"

"You are sassy like her. But cuter"

"Yeah. And as pretty as her. Like you said in the forest"

Michael gasped, Blake covered his mouth and Scotty almost laughs out loud. You were looking at Daniel. You were shocked and so was he. But Sunny seemed pretty happy.

"Yeah. No secrets with you" Daniel whispered and tickled her a bit. He was blushing so hard he even felt hot on his clothes.

You couldn't speak.

"I love kids. I want some of my own" Scotty said.

Daniel and you turned uncomfortably. Sunny yawned and laid back on you. "Tickle me, please. But slowly. Like Mommy does it"

Daniel thought that he had no idea of how you did it. And you saw it. You took his hand and put it on her ankle. Softly you caressed her skin and he took the hint. It felt good. It felt so good to touch him like this. You felt comfortable around him now. You suddenly wanted him around.

Daniel smiled softly when Sunny nuzzled into the blanket and closed her eyes. He had barely interacted with the girl before the trip and now he couldn't stop thinking of how much he would miss her. It was more than clear now that he was in love with you.

Your hands were shaking. You were so confused. So much.

The film ended and Sunny was tight asleep. So you picked her and got up.

"Good night, guys" You said softly and with a smile.

"Good night" The four of them answered.

Once you were out of side, his friends looked at him.

"Step Dad on the making?" Blake asked.

"What? No" Daniel sat straight on the sofa. "Don't be stupid."

"Oh, c'mon" Michael threw him a grape. "You are head over heels for her. And her cute little daughter has you eating from her palm"

Daniel threw the grape back and Michael trapped it.

"I just..."

You stopped when you heard him. Sunny was already on the bed and you were on your way to the toilet.

"I was always jealous of your friendship. With both of them actually. Fighting her is fun and everything. But... I love kids."

You felt like shit. You needed to fix this. You needed to apologize.

The next morning was really cold. You turned in bed and looked for Sunny with your hand. She wasn't there. You sat on the bed and looked around. She wasn't in the bedroom so you ran out. You ran downstairs after checking the rooms. You saw Scotty's butt by accident, but no one needed to know about that.

You grabbed a coat and ran outside while throwing it over yourself. You jumped down the porch stairs. How the fuck did you loose your daughter twice in the same weekend?

But you didn't ran far. There, in front of you and right next to the creek, Sunny watched something in the water with Daniel by her side. She was wearing a big Ric Rodeo hoodie and one of Scotty's beanies. She looked so cute and small on it and once again you were feeling all of those things. She was wearing Danny's clothes, she was curiously asking things and he was there with her answer with a smile. And all your fear dissipated.

You walked slowly to them.

"Good morning" You said with a smile.

They both turned around and Sunny smiled so big.

"Good morning, Mommy. I woke up super soon and was bored. And I found Danny on the living room. We played the questions game and then I was super bored again. So we came here to look for fishes. Look, there are tiny fishes in there"

You chuckled.

"You did a lot of things" You leaned and kissed her head.

"Yes. Danny is super cool and funny"

Daniel laughed a bit.

"I'm not that cool"

"You are. And your clothes are cool. He said he will make kids clothes the next time for me, his niece and nephew"

You looked at Daniel. He was blushing. Did he usually blush this much?

"And he will do one purple"

"You really like purple." You told her.

She nodded.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Danny"

"No problem, sweetheart"

Sunny smiled and turned back to the river. Daniel looked at you.

"Morning" He said softly.

"Morning"

Feeling brave, you reached for his forearm. "Can we talk later?"

He was surprised, but nodded.

"Look!"

Sunny pointed at the water and you both turned to look. She was so excited.

"That's a huge fish!" Daniel said completely matching her energy.

She giggled and surprisingly, leaned into him. Daniel opened his arms and fixed the big hoodie.

"I want to come back on Summer and swim with the fish." She told you.

"Oh, we will." You pinched her cheek and she smiled.

"Danny is from Australia"

"I know"

"We haven't been there"

"Do you want to?"

Daniel couldn't contain the happiness.

"Yes. We can go and visit Scotty's house, Mike's house, Danny's house, Blake's house..."

"Wow. That's a lot of houses to visit"

She nodded.

"And the beach. Danny said there is a beach in Perth. I really love the beach, Danny."

"I'm sure you do" He answer.

"We can plan a trip to Australia." You said.

Daniel felt his heart beating fast.

"My home is your home so... Whenever you want"

You looked at him. How had you gone from fighting to this?

"That's so nice of Daniel, right Sunny?"

She nodded and opened her arms.

"Thank you!"

Daniel hugged Sunny and she giggled.

"Hey! Breakfast is ready!"

"Yay!"

Sunny ran to the house.

"Be careful! The hoodie is too big!"

"I couldn't find her coat"

"Yeah, it's on the bedroom" You awkwardly said. "Thank you."

"For?"

He crossed his arms on his chest and walked closer to you. You found yourself dreaminly watching his brown eyes.

"For last night, for this morning... She can be too much" You said.

"She is not"

"Well, I think you are too much too. You match energies pretty well"

He smiled.

"That's true"

You bit your lip. He smiled.

"She is a really nice kid. So intelligent. I'm having fun with her"

You swallowed and touched his forearm. You couldn't get yourself to grab his hand.

"I'm sorry" You whispered.

He frowned. "For what?"

"I-I shouldn't have let our bickering affect her"

"Has it?"

"Yes. It has and I feel horrible for it because she adores you now and before she wouldn't even talk to you. Only because she saw I didn't like you"

Daniel grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Hey, she doesn't even know it. She is fine. I will stop if you ask me to."

"I don't want you to" You cut him. "You are good for her. She likes you a lot. And... I'm really so thankful for you help."

"Maybe we should have some truce."

You nodded slowly and Daniel smiled. He was so pretty.

"And... You are always welcome to Australia."

"Thank you"

"Peace?"

You nodded again

"Peace"

"Now, let's go and have breakfast"

.............................

"But I don't want to go" Sunny was crying on your arms. There was nothing you could tell her. "I don't want to go home. I want to stay here."

"But sweetheart. We have to leave. There is school and your dad..."

"No!"

"Hey" Daniel walked closer.

"You know what? We are all celebrating Christmas together"

Sunny looked at him and pouted.

"Yes?"

You nodded and kissed her cheek.

"You will come? And Blake and..."

"All of us"

Sunny reached her arms to Daniel and he took her on his arms.

"I'm going to miss you, Danny"

You caressed her head and he kissed her cheek.

"Me too, Sunny"

Sunny gave a big hug to everyone.

"Dan" You pulled him away from the group.

"Sunny likes to call the guys often"

Daniel felt a sting of jealousy. He didn't know about that.

"I'm sure she will want to call you now"

He smiled.

"That's fine. Just text before, okay?"

You nodded.

"Of course."

You didn't know that that innocent action would be the beginning.

The text became usual. He would ask about Sunny at first but soon he also started asking about you. Also the video calls in which Sunny insisted you had to say hi even when you were on your worst clothes.

"So... Danny and you? Are you sworn enemies anymore?" Michael asked.

You blushed and shook your head.

"See. It wasn't that bad"

You looked at him.

"It's Sunny's fault"

"It's your fault. You two are too stupid to see that you could be great together"

You walked pass him.

"Don't run. He is coming in a bit. It's the perfect day, YN"

You sighed dramatically.

"Michael I..."

"What? He is really excited about tonight, YN"

"I know. Sunny keeps telling me"

"See? Your daughter is already his bestie. He is the perfect stepdad. He is what you two are missing"

"We are perfectly fine like this"

Michael sighed.

"That's not what I meant"

The door opened and Blake came in with a very pleased Sunny. "Look, Mommy"

"Oh" You laughed and Blake shrugged.

"The girl has those eyes..."

"Uncle Blake said that I behaved so well at the store so he bought me a lollipop."

It wasn't long until Danny came back with Scotty and Chloe.

"Hey" He hugged you tight. It was the first time you two were together since the trip and now Mike's words were so loud in your head. "How are you?"

"Fine, I'm fine"

"Danny!"

Sunny appeared next to you, pulling your clothes and some distance between Daniel and you.

"Oh shit, you've grown a lot! Look at you. I almost didn't recognise you"

Daniel scooped her up in his arms and Sunny hugged his neck.

"Missed you a lot" She said. Daniel kissed her head and smiled.

"I missed you a lot too, Sunny"

You did well during the dinner, Chloe sitting on one side of you and Mike on the other was helping a lot to distract you from the fact that Sunny had chosen to sit between Blake and Danny and the driver was the one helping her with her dinner.

Then the gifts came and you all exchanged packages. Obviously, Sunny was the one with the most gifts. She was so happy. She got toys, a little skateboard and shoes just like the ones she had seen Scotty wearing once. But it was the last package the one she loved the most.

Sunny tore the paper and gasped. Her eyes moved to Daniel and she jumped up before running to him, who was sitting on the floor.

"oof" He groaned when she hit him on the belly. But he pulled close and laughed when she screamed thank you. "Do you like it?!"

She nodded and took the gift, showing it to me and jumping happily.

"What is that honey?" I asked knowing well what it was.

"The hoodie Danny promised me!" She turned to the driver again. "It's purple! And it has a sun! Like me!"

Daniel laughed nodding.

Your heart was beating so fast. Just as he had told her, Daniel had made a kid's merch line. Inside the sun, there was a Ric3.

"Mommy! Do you like it?"

"I love it" You pulled her closer and helped her putting the hoodie on. "Beautiful"

Daniel looked at you and let a shaky breath out. He had a plan. A plan for today. It would be the day.

Everything was smoothly working, you guys watching a film with Sunny, the girl wanting to sit between Dan and you, the others leaving earlier because they had parties in clubs or other's friends' houses... Daniel was finally left alone with you two.

You were in the kitchen getting Sunny a cup of milk when you heard the girl talk.

"Don't you have to go to a party, Danny?"

"Nop"

"But you have a lot of friends"

"I know. But I don't have plans for tonight"

"You do. You are here with Mommy and me. We can watch films all night and have a sleepover. And tomorrow you can come to Grandma's to see what Santa has left there for me and..."

Daniel bit his lip and looked at you. You were in the doorframe looking at him.

"Danny!"

Daniel looked down.

"Were you listening? Mommy and I always go and have breakfast outside when I don't have school. You should definitely come with us"

You walked to them and sat behind Sunny.

"You need to ask nicely. Maybe Danny has plans for tomorrow. Or wants to go home to sleep."

Daniel couldn't believe it.

"Would you like to say for a sleepover with Mommy and I and go to have breakfast down the street with us too?" She said in a hurry and then took a breath to recover.

Daniel's hands were shaky. He would love to. But you?

Again, he checked on you and it was surprising how easily you cached what he meant. You nodded slowly.

"I would love that"

"Nice! Let's go and get our pijamas" Then she gasped. "Oh, but you don't have pijamas! Mommy, do we have something for Danny?"

At the end you end up giving Daniel some of your biggest clothes, that looked funny and short on his ankles. But you felt soft. You couldn't stop smiling and giggling. And Sunny was happy too.

She got everything ready in the living room for the sleepover and nestled between your bodies. One film became two and she was still so energetic, way to excited because Daniel was there. And you didn't know well how bit had ended up laying against his side with your arms around your daughter.

"Can you play with my hair Mommy?"

"Are you tired, honey?"

"No"

Daniel and you chuckled at the same time. He was feeling great. He couldn't believe you were tucked under his arm and your daughter had her hand on his thigh. It was so organic to take her little hand on his and draw circles on the palm. Between yours on her hair and his on her hand, Sunny drifted to sleep quickly and you wondered if Mike was right. You two were perfectly fine together, but maybe Daniel was the missing piece.

Daniel thought you both were asleep, he couldn't, he was shaking. He hadn't felt this nervous around someone in ages. He was the cool guy.

The girl moved a bit and Daniel carefully grabbed her by the shoulders. You stayed still for a moment wondering what he was doing. And then he grabbed her and put her on his chest.

"Danny?"

"It's okay. I'm going to lay you down"

"Okay"

You lifted your hand to touch his back when he sat forward in the sofa and he squeaked.

"I-I though you were asleep" He whispered.

Sunny groaned.

"I thought she was uncomfortable"

"Don't worry, we do this a lot"

"Yeah?"

"Lay back"

Daniel laid back and you curled yourself next to him.

Any of you said much more than soft good nights. And in the morning, you were the first who woke up. During the nights, you had sifted positions. The sofa wasn't big enough, but you had managed to cuddle with Danny and keep Sunny sleeping on you.

The girl was deep asleep with her face hidden on Danny's neck and her hand keeping yours on his chest.

"Morning" You heard him.

"Morning"

You kissed Sunny's cheek before moving up. Then saw Danny's honey eyes looking at you and leaned to kiss his forehead too.

You went to the kitchen and Daniel stayed there for a little while. He was so comfortable with Sunny. But at the end he wanted to talk to you. So with all the care in the world, he put her on the sofa and made sure she wouldn't fall. Then followed you to the kitchen.

"Hey, did you sleep well?"

You left the milk on the counter and took a deep breath. Now, let's do it now.

"Mhm"You were blushing.

He walked closer and cupped you breath. Now. He leaned and kissed your lips. It was so slow and soft. It was warm and it made you smile.

"I need to tell you something" He whispered when he pulled back.

"I know"

He looked into your eyes.

"Do you?"

You nodded. It was obvious and Mike was right. He had been all this time.

"I love you too" You whispered and kissed him again.

But...

A gasp made you two pull back, your hand pressed on Danny's chest feeling his heart beating hard.

"You are my Mommy's boyfriend! Yes! I knew it!"

You both gasped and Daniel broke down in laughs.

"How is it? Huh!"

Daniel picked her from the floor and she hugged his neck.

"Because my Mommy talks a lot about you and she likes when you call."

"Sunny..."

"No secrets, babe" Daniel said. It was the first name he gave you and you felt like a teen girl in love.

"Yeah, no secrets. But Danny is not my boyfriend yet and these are adults things, okay?"

Sunny nodded and hugged Danny's neck harder, pressing her cheek against his.

"I'm so happy" She said.

Daniel looked at you and smiled and you knew that things would be alright. Maybe you hadn't had the best start. But now? Now he had your girl on his arms and you couldn't wish for something better.

I just love step dad Dan so much.

#daniel ricciardo #Dr #Fic #Fluff #F1 #Dad!driver

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DATING WEISS SCHNEE — headcanons°.✧

⤿Pairing: Weiss Schnee x Fem!Reader

⤿Content Warnings: Fluff, Weiss is your personal sugar momma credit card, she also can't cook.

⤿A/N: Weiss is a lesbian, I stand by that.

✦Her love languages include gift-giving and acts of service, you know this girl loves helping you. You need help on homework? Let her help. You're at a restaurant and want to sit down? She'll pull the chair for you. You want a drink? She'll pour a glass for you. You can't open a jar of pickles? See, this is why you need to work out sometimes.

✦Speaking of gift-giving, since Weiss has her father's credit card, she's eager to spoil you and make you happy. One time you were celebrating your birthday and walked to your room to find many of your favorite goods along with flower bouquets. You would warn her not to spend her entire money on you and get in trouble with her father, and she would huff just to declare, "I don't care what my father thinks; I just like it when you smile."

✦Your personal spot with Weiss would be a comfortable cafe where you two would catch up. It's one of the first places you two have gone during your dates. It's a memorable spot for Weiss. She'd buy your favorite drink and sit with you while having a conversation about how your days have been.

✦She really has a good fashion sense, from dressing in white dresses to white overcoats to white suits even (along with a rose in her hand).

✦On a date, you wore the baby-blue dress she had bought for you along with a dark leather jacket with boots, and I have to tell you that her jaw was wide open, but she quickly composed herself and coughed with a red blush plastered on her pale cheeks. She tried hard to contain a serious look but couldn't help but smile at your gorgeous appearance! She felt like she was going to explode—in a good way.

✦Weiss can't cook, but it's cute seeing her attempt to make something for you. With that, she's banned from the kitchen. You take the lead in cooking; she appreciates it a lot. In some days, you two would sit together and relax to eat cookies you baked (also with Ruby trying to steal one but that results in Weiss scolding her) with tea.

✦Weiss is shy with affection; she would give you a peck on the cheek or a small kiss. She would get very red if you tried to initiate a kiss; she would call you a dolt after that. On some occasions, however, she gains the confidence to sweep you off your feet. She would hold you by the waist and connect her soft lips to yours. She'd pull back with a soft look and say, "You're lucky you're cute, dolt."

✦She might come off as arrogant, a bit insensitive, and mean sometimes, but for you, she's the softest person ever. Whenever you're around, her ice queen persona suddenly disappears, and her teammates notice it, especially Yang and Blake. Yang would tease the white-haired girl, and Blake would just sit back, smirking with a book in her hands.

"Who would ever thought there's actually someone who can melt the ice queen's heart!" Yang laughs.

"Shut up you brute!" Weiss exclaims, irritated.

✦She doesn't call you any pet names much at the start of your relationship because she was timid, but after a while she loves calling you "Princess," "Honey/Hun," "Love," and with a frequent "Darling." "Dolt" is a playful nickname she calls you. She's actually pretty lovey-dovey and cheesy, and it honestly makes Ruby question whether to aw or barf.

✦Weiss loves you very much—much more than you know. She's honestly hesitant to tell her family about you out of fear, but now that you're deeper into the relationship, she's not scared to show you off; she will not care about what her father thinks, and she knows her sister will support you two. Whitley is indifferent about it; he's probably busy being a brat, Weiss thought. She is willing to fight for you; she is protective and will defend you in any way. You would do the same for her as well, and that makes her love you even more.

"You make me feel like I'm me, I just want you to know that I love you, you don't know how much I do," she smiles shyly, she kisses you and softly voices "Maybe one day, you'll take my last name."

°.✧•—✦

#weiss schnee #weiss schnee x reader #weiss schnee x fem!reader #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #rwby #rwby fanfiction #rwby x reader #rwby headcanon #x reader #weiss is best girl #lesbian weiss

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Rafiq alruwh

I'm not sure yet if this will be a Bane x reader oneshot or not.

I like it like that, but I could find ideas for part 2. My only problem being that I still need to finish others Tom Hardy's characters story, while wanting to write Feyd Rautha stories.

As much as Y/N listened to these stories over and over again, she couldn't imagine the feeling everyone would describe.

The moment your skin touched your soulmate's skin, and suddenly everything became clear, better. A feeling of joy and the burning need to stay by this person's side forever.

It was a rare phenomenon that scientists could not explain. It was completely impossible to know when this would happen, or if it would happen, because fate seemed cruel. Most people either didn't have soulmates or didn't have the chance to meet them in their lifetime. The world was too big and time too short.

There were still skeptics, who claimed that it was all nonsense, lies, invented by people blinded by love or who wanted to give themselves a certain gender. Only those who ended up meeting the person changed their mind, the others remaining too jealous to accept the truth, considering that it was only a romantic utopia.

Y/N wanted to believe in it. She dreamed of meeting her soulmate and experiencing this special moment.

Her parents were not meant to be together. It was visible.

In her entourage, she had an uncle who had had this experience, a few neighbors, a friend, and all had said the same thing.

What they had in common was that they were all good people. Maybe that was one of the reasons.

“You might have had to choose another type of profession then.”

"Mom…"

“I’m just saying that cop is not the most popular job in the world.”

"And I would say that choosing to be a non-corrupt police officer in Gotham is almost like being a saint."

"You'll end up getting killed, long before you meet your soulmate. I'll never understand why you wanted to be a cop, especially in this town."

There came a day when her mother's fears almost became a reality. The day when terrorists took the entire city hostage with a bomb, preventing everyone from entering and leaving.

It was probably not what she had thought when she talked about dying, but for several months, hidden with her colleagues, Y/N thought about her soulmate, trying to imagine this meeting that would probably never happen.

Staying mainly with Blake and Gordon, she tried to hide her pain, but it did not escape Miranda Tate, who took her hand with a gentle smile and asked what was tormenting her.

“We’re going to die here.” Y/N whispered. "I mean, I'm not afraid of that, that's the risk of the job. But… I didn't think it would be like this now. I wish I had met my soulmate before."

"Your rafiq alruwh. I didn't think many people cared about it here."

"My what ?"

"That's how my father called soulmates. I grew up with a lot of stories about it, because he and my mother were related. I prayed a lot to be that for one of my friends, but no. Our destinies are linked, but not like that.”

"Sorry."

"Even if I would have liked him to be mine, I wish him happiness and that he meets his other half one day. A being worthy of him, of his love and his protection. He deserves to be happy. You too, you seem kind. Maybe you shouldn't have been here."

Her words were strange, but Y/N didn’t tell the others. It wouldn't have changed anything anyway. Even though she had discovered that Miranda Tate had the detonator, that she was the real leader of the terrorists, the streets remained controlled by the militias.

As always, they were saved by the Batman. She had never really known what to think of the vigilante, protected by Gordon and hated by everyone else. He clearly wanted to help Gotham, but his methods remained illegal, and not necessarily effective in the long term.

His death was a tragedy, but not necessarily the end of a symbol. Hope was still there, even stronger, and the Gotham police were determined to ensure everyone's safety.

Y/N felt this determination too.

Still, she froze as she inspected the sewers with Blake and Ramirez. They too had a moment of hesitation, as their lamps illuminated a body. A huge body, sitting against the wall, face hidden by this frightening mask.

There had been a search for Bane and his men after the explosion. Witnesses said the Batman fought him, and won, but they found nothing.

Obviously, the terrorist had managed to drag himself here to die.

"What do we do ?" Ramirez asked shyly. “Should we put a bullet in his head ?”

"What ? Why do you want to do this ?"

"To make sure he's dead. I've seen a lot of movies, man, I know the mistakes to avoid."

She didn't approve of the speech, but Y/N agreed, it was necessary to check it out.

Feeling almost stupid, she moved forward slowly, her hand reaching towards Bane to see if he felt a pulse.

She didn't expect the large hand that quickly grabbed her neck before she could touch him.

Fear paralyzed her body, and yet there was something else. An indescribable, incredible feeling, which resembled happiness but more intense, which was absurd in this situation.

Y/N felt so lost that she didn't realize the hand was relaxing, just resting against her skin instead of squeezing and snapping her neck like it easily could have done.

"Habibi…" was the word spoken with difficulty by Bane, who stared at her with an indecipherable expression.

“Let her go right now, you bastard !”

Maybe he was as confused as her, or maybe he was too weak, but the terrorist didn't avoid Ramirez's punch, while Blake grabbed Y/N to pull her as far away as possible.

She stood still, not understanding what was happening, as Ramirez called for reinforcements, proud of having been able to knock out the giant, even though he knew as well as anyone that he would have had no chance. if his mask hadn't been damaged and he wasn't half dead. It was not possible.

Bane couldn't be her soulmate, Y/N refused to believe it. A man like him had no soul, not after everything he had done, and above all why would he be destined for her ? She didn't feel like she had committed a crime that deserved such punishment.

She was probably never going to see him again anyway.

If he survived to Blackgate, he would be locked there forever. Even if she had permission, she had no intention of visiting him.

But the feeling remained there, strong, impossible to ignore, demanding more. An incomprehensible need to be close to the one who had touched her, so that he would touch her again.

Y/N resisted. She gave her report to Commissioner Gordon, forgetting a few small details, and indicating that she did not wish to follow this case, leaving Bane's case to better agents than her.

This seemed to surprise him, as he considered her one of his best people, but he accepted.

However, it was impossible not to think of her soulmate, since the whole town was only talking about him and his arrest. The television was on loop every day, and her colleagues thought they were doing the right thing by keeping her informed of progress.

"They say his face is horrible. I think there are photos in the file."

"I'd love to see that ! I can't imagine that fucker at all without his weird mask. Do you think he has a normal voice without that thing ?"

“I can go get it so we check.”

Ramirez's gaze met hers as he stood, and without her needing to speak, he knew it was best for him to sit back down and change the subject.

Y/N didn’t see the photos. She absolutely didn't want to.

After several weeks, she asked to take a vacation, claiming to still be traumatized by what had happened to her, in addition to the near destruction of Gotham. She needed some time to rest.

Turning off all the screens and her phone, she tried meditation to clear her mind, so she could get some sleep and forget that her soulmate was a crazy, half-dead terrorist who would soon be judged.

This miserable attempt being a failure, she turned her phone back on shortly after midnight, only to be bombarded with calls and messages, coming from several colleagues, Blake, and Gordon.

"What is happening ?" she asked, calling the Commissioner back.

"Damn, I almost sent men to check on you, you weren't responding ! Where are you ? Are you okay ?"

“I’m at home, why ?”

"Don't panic. Blake will come get you."

“Gordon, what’s going on ?”

"He hasn't said anything since his arrest, keeping very quiet, and then yesterday Bane spoke. He asked to see you, giving your name. The other agents are categorical, it's impossible that he knows ot, no one told him. The agent simply replied that you were not on the investigation, and even on vacation… Damn, he…"

“Gordon, what ?”

"He escaped, Y/N. We don't know how. No one knows where he is, or what he's going to do. But since he talked about you, I don't want to take any risks. Don't move, John will come right away."

She could have told him that she knew very well why Bane had spoken about her, and that it was undoubtedly necessary for her to leave without delay, but fear held her back.

Even if it wasn't her fault, what would the commissioner think when he learned of her connection to the fugitive ? He was a good man, but all men had their limits, and she would be the first to be wary of someone designated as Bane's soulmate.

After hanging up, she jumped out of bed to grab her gun and shoes, ready to wait for Blake to arrive in her living room.

Y/N froze in the middle of the hallway, seeing the huge figure standing between her and the front door.

His face was covered by a scarf, his posture a little less proud than in the videos she had seen of him during his city hostage situation, he appeared to be in pain, but it was obvious that if she tried to pass, he would retain her without the slightest difficulty.

“Habibi.” he whispered, and indeed his voice was different without his mask, more human. "What a joy to see you again. More beautiful than I remember or on pictures. Will you come with us without resistance ? I don't want to hurt you."

"Hands in the air." she replied, pointing her gun at him, ignoring the urge to hug him. “Don’t move, my colleagues are coming.”

"I admire your sense of duty and honor, Habibi. But I will not return to prison, ever again. And I will not leave you either. I thought of you every day. Is your neck healed ? I need to repair my wrongs to you.”

“I said, put your hands in the air.”

“So you leave us no choice, Habibi.” he sighed, looking behind her.

We. He said we, and someone gave him her name. Y/N reacted too late, one man grabbing her gun, and the other not holding her shoulder, injecting something into her neck with a syringe.

In an instant, she found herself on the ground, her vision blurring, but her body not panicking, as it was invaded by an incredible sensation. Bane had reached out to hug her, his eyes smiling as he ran a hand over her cheek.

"It's okay. I'm taking you home, rafiq alruwh."

All her life, Y/N had waited for this moment, this feeling, this sentence. She told herself that the stories we said to children were really stupid, as her eyes closed.

#the dark knight rises #bane #bane tdkr #bane x reader #bane fanfiction #bane imagine

[lipeg]

The RWBY team and Jaune were in Nevermore made by the Glyphs of Weiss.

Thanks to the Semblante Jaune, Weiss's Nevermore was twice as big to support the weight of the five.

They were approaching the walls of the city of Vacuo.

Ruby was more excited than ever to see Atlas's ships.

But when she got closer, she saw far fewer ships than she had in Atlas' kingdom.

Weiss: It looks like we have a reception waiting for us

Jaune: I'm not so sure

Nevermore dived.

In front of the city gates stood Qrow, Winter, Robyn, Oscar where most of his hair was white, Theodore was also present.

Nevermore landed on the ground, Ruby ran off in the direction of her dear uncle.

Ruby: UNCLE QROW!

Like a bullet, she ran out to hug her uncle. Qrow opened his arms to welcome his niece, tears falling from his eyes with happiness.

Yang ran to his dear uncle, Weiss ran to hug his dear sister.

Blake thought something was wrong, she looked back and saw Jaune with his hands in his pockets looking back.

Her cat ears heard a noise.

They were surrounding, Vacuo soldiers had their guns pointed at Team RWBY and Jaune.

Blake: Why are they pointing guns at us?

Blake and Yang and Weiss and Ruby drew their weapons.

Weiss: Winter tells them to put down their guns!

Winter: I'm not in command, Weiss

Weiss was surprised.

???: So those responsible for the destruction of Atlas are here in my kingdom

Weiss: YOU!!!

Weiss pointed Myrtenaster at the woman who had just arrived.

Winter: Weiss put down his weapon

Weiss: You've forgotten who she is, sister! Killer number Atlas is in front of us

???: Young lady, you don't have any authority, I'm the authority

Ruby: Who is she?

Weiss: Eula Lawrence, she's the biggest murderer and traitor in Atlas!

Eula: And current ruler of Vacuo

Weiss: WHAT!!!!

Eula: Arrest them and throw them in jail, we'll hold the tribunal to convict those responsible for the fall of Atlas in a week's time

Ruby: We save Atlas...

Eula: Being "saved" means destroying an inner kingdom and losing a small percentage of its population. So, you saved a lot of people! So much so that we have several Atlas scientists and engineers missing or lost

Jaune: They're all dead Eula

Everyone looked at Jaune, who had his head down.

Eula: Are you sure

Jaune pulled his scroll out of his trouser pocket and threw it to Eula.

Jaune: Here's a list of the names of almost all the missing people, some of whom I couldn't find.

Ruby: Jaune what are you talking about

Jaune: The water in that place was acidic Ruby

Everyone kept quiet.

Ruby: what?

Jaune: The sea water there was acidic. For anyone without an awakened aura or with little aura is asking to die. You certainly don't explore that place much, do you?

Blake: No

Jaune: So you were unaware of the many dangers that this place holds. I don't think you've all been underground in that place

Jaune took his left hand out of his pocket and stared at it with a sad expression, then he closed his hand tightly.

Jaune: I tried to save people from Atlas but I didn't succeed either time Eula, I'm sorry

Eula: No need Jaune, I know very well what happened in Atlas was your idea

Weiss: Did you two know each other?

Jaune: Of course, after all, she's my girlfriend

Everyone's mouth dropped. Everyone was shocked.

Weiss's soul left his body.

Yang: WHEN! HOW! You caught a big fish

Jaune: On that mission, it was just me and a few other soldiers who ended up dying in the storm.

Eula: For the first time, someone in Atlas gave me a real duel. He's worthy of being my man

Jaune: Ruby surrenders

Ruby: BUT!

Jaune: There's nothing you can do to stop it, Atlas was destroyed as a result of your plan, the idea of evacuating Atlas using the staff was also your idea. You indirectly have blood on your hands

Ruby was frustrated.

Jaune: Eula is very honorable, she will let you have a fair trial so you don't have to worry

Ruby accepted, even though she didn't want to. The RWBY team was arrested, Qrow and the others followed the guards.

X

Jaune and Eula were in her office.

Eula: So Jaune, I don't know what you've been through but I know you're much older, so do you have anything important to share?

Jaune: Yeah, I have many important things

His eyes were shining.

Jaune: Very important

I like this meme. I really like it.

But RWBY was in such a difficult situation after V9 that I wanted to finish Jaune without anyone. That he didn't stay with Ruby or Weiss.

#jaune arc #rwby #blake belladonna #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #winter schnee #qrow branwen #oscar pine #Robyn Hill #eula lawrence #eula x jaune #eula lawrence x jaune arc #Knight Cryo #Knight of the waves #crossover #RWBY team in prison #Exploring Even Alter #possible v10 #meme #changed some things or everything of v9

[kitkatopinions]

I kind of feel like it's funny when people hold RWBY and Blake/Yang up as some kind of super progressive height of gay representation that other media should learn from for a number of reasons, but the idea that "unlike other media, Bumblebee is never forced" is to me just.....

First of all

Like stop trying to throw other queer content that was fought for past insane amounts of censorship under the bus to try and make 'could've been way more queer from like day one' rwby look better. Like please tell me what queer romance in media you're talking about specifically, and explain why Bumblebee is inherently better.

But second of all..... We did watch the same show, right? "There's nothing forced about bumblebee-" Bro if you liked the scene where they kissed, more power to you. But the show writers literally decided to make the world around them randomly disregard like all other character conflicts and separate Blake and Yang from the group, putting them in a magical pocket dimension or something where their lives were in danger and the win conditions that would allow them to get out was them confessing their feelings for each other. There was literally "how do we take the next step" dialogue and then the two very awkwardly started forcing themselves to compliment each other (some of those compliments were straight up not true btw.) Prior to the kiss they started telepathically communicating with each other, somehow, and that was never explained or even treated as weird, and then the world around them conformed to their emotions enough to shove them together physically after shoving them together emotionally so that they could kiss, and sprouted flowers up around each other. And then that got them back to safety. And that whole time they were written to not even wonder what was happening to other characters or if they were safe. Again, this sort of thing did not happen to any of the other characters who needed to work out conflicts, not once in the whole season, despite the fact that we were led to believe it was a somewhat regular occurrence in Ever After that was supposed to happen with conflicts in general, and despite the fact that the whole reason the 'punderstorm' got created was because of a different conflict that didn't really get wholly addressed iirc. The 'punderstorm,' the bridge, the whole thing was pretty much just created so that the world and the writers could quite literally force Blake and Yang together on pain of death.

So it's cool that a lot of people really liked seeing the people they ship get together, but it's mind boggling that people saw it and thought "what a natural and completely non-forced way for them to get together! Other shows where people discuss past romantic histories or kiss after one person was worried about the other or have weddings or whatever need to learn from this super duper natural special gold standard of queer romance!"

Again, if other people liked it, great. And it was confirmation and rep so as bad as I might think it was done, every little bit helps to normalize queerness in media, so... Whatever. But like??? Idk why we're kidding ourselves here by calling it 'natural' or 'not forced.' The writers literally wrote the environment around Blake and Yang to force them to get together on threat of death. I couldn't think of any better example of a forced romance.

#rwde #anti bumbleby #anti bees #anti bumblebee #anti blake x yang

[empydoc]

SOUL EATER AU blake & bestie

check out the masterpost here!

welcome to a redacted soul eater au post! here, i try and discover what it'd be like if you merged the soul eater world and mechanics within the redactedverse. this is the eighth post in the series of posts i'll make regarding the individual characters and their listeners! we've got blake & bestie on the menu. enjoy!

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blake —  soul type: meister strongest meister ability: soul adjust - an advanced meister technique involved in wavelength control. it allows the meister to adjust another person's wavelength as long as the meister is stronger than their target. "compatible" with: bestie

seers have the innate ability of soul perception (being able to see another's soul), which means they are all typically meisters. blake is no exception, however due to an extensive use of training and development, he's also able to use the soul adjust ability. he actively uses it.

blake currently wields bestie, however he's noted to have had several weapon partners before. it's a surprise he kept up with them for so long, though, considering he must've had so many to have perfected the art of being an advanced meister.

making seers all meisters wasn't necessarily my original concept, although it works out in the end because of the fact that seers have a significance towards 'sight'. having seers own the natural ability of perceiving souls- an exclusive meister technique- simply makes sense to me, blake included.

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bestie — soul type: weapon weapon type: saw (blade) compatible with: blake

i can't make too many empowered type statements, purely because all we know about bestie's empowerment at the time of posting this is the fact that they are empowered at all. even so, making them a weapon seems to prove pretty safe, considering they aren't said to be any specific species different to a human.

when it comes to souls, though, blake's advanced meister technique comes in. actively, bestie's soul is being warped into compatibility with blake's. this means that they are artificially compatible instead of organically. there are no clear differences from this, but it's only a matter of time before someone notices.

bestie was honestly going to be a typical blade/dagger type weapon to reflect blake's symbol/icon. then i thought, 'these two aren't meant to be compatible. fate hasn't pulled them together, blake has.' and, so, i decided to make them something different.

lite backstory: for every post i make for the characters, i'll add some au backstory to really fill in some details you may be curious about!

blake used to wield bestie much before he stopped talking with them. they had a good connection as friends, as much as some may comment that it was an odd one, and worked well as a pair. unfortunately, since blake went radio silent, bestie hasn't bothered striving to find another meister, purely because they don't want what he did to them - for someone to leave unannounced - to happen again.

when blake eventually returned, they were hesitant to accept him back as a weapon/meister partner. then again, when blake showed them that they were "still compatible", bestie rethought a whole lot and figured their soul was telling them something they couldn't ignore.

they're meant to be close.

#redacted soul eater au #redacted au #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted verse #📼.txt #redacted blake #redacted besite

[hammerhead-jpg]

More new video spoilr

To expand on the implications of my last post, here's my predictions

From what we've seen, it really seems like it's setting up that Blake will turn into Hush

When I first started seeing people being like "_____ is actually Hush!" I just went "Hush is Hush he could've just been created out of nothing" but now...

People theorized that Avior might be Hush's brother, or that Avior is going to turn into hush, and while the first one was my idea at first based off of nothing but "it might be cool" I don't believe that that's it now

Yeah, a lot of people pointed out how the sounds that Avior is hearing sound like Hush's magic, but Avior said that it sounds like someone is trying to reach out to him and tell him something so it's less likely that the sounds he's hearing are a foreshadow to his foreseeable future, and more likely that at this point in time Hush has already been created and is trying to reach out to him for some reason

Also: Hush says that the first memory he has is his Brother trying to kill him, if Avior somehow for some reason witnesses the creation of Hush (which is already questionable since Hush was most likely created in the river of death), why would his first reaction upon seeing this unknown thing being created be to kill it?

What I think is more likely is: Brachium is Hush's brother.

Blake dies, goes down the river of death, but because Brachium made a deal with the Sovereigns, he must take him to them.

When Blake arrived, he makes a deal with the Sovereigns.

They promise him that they will bring him back to earth and let his lover live as long as he helps them fulfil their goal. Blake agrees right away, but the Sovereigns (because as Brachium literally said they don't have your best interest in mind, BLAKE) hide the fact that when he goes back he'll be different. He'll loose all his memories and his humanity and become nothing more than a tool for the sovereigns, and when his purpose is fulfilled he'll stop existing. The sovereigns use the water of the river of death and the silence in the spell song to create "Hush". Seeing this, Brachium, knowing that he will bring destruction to earth, tries to kill him, but because Hush is way more powerful, Brachium looses and Hush is brought to earth, wether as a new being or directly back into Blake's dead body I don't know.

This might be the crazy part: Doc is actually Bestie.

We know that Bestie is empowered, but we never actually learn what kind of magic user they are so they very well could be a freelancer healer.

I don't know what happens between the creation of Hush and the meeting between Hush and Bestie/Doc

It could be that close knit find Blake's body, somehow separate it from the shade (the shade is fully fed so I'm pretty sure it couldn't have escaped from the room) and descide that they can't tell the police/department that they're keeping a shade in their basement and dump his body into the nearest forest, potentially for him to be found and pronounced dead.

It could also be that Hush is brought to earth back into Blake's body and Hush escapes the close-knit building before the close knit members even realize that Blake is dead.

Whatever it is, Bestie/Doc is probably under the impression that Blake is either missing or dead.

So when Hush meets them, the strange fascination/almost care he has for them could be because of his subconscious memories of loving them and sacrificing everything for them in his past life.

You could say "well how doesn't Bestie/Doc recognize him as Blake?", well, it could be that Blake's appearance has changed enough that he's unrecognizable (and in this universe about 50% of the male population has very similar sounding voices), or you could even say that maybe they do want to believe that Blake somehow came back to them in a different form, but are not sure enough to outwardly go "Blake, what happened?!"

It makes sense that the Sovereigns would need a human vessel to create Hush. Before I thought that they used all the energy from the inversion to create him, which is most likely true, but if all they needed was a lot of energy and the silence of the spell song they could've created him a long time ago using the energy that the shades took over however many years they existed. They couldn't have created Hush before since human souls don't go to the sovereigns, the sovereigns had to make a deal with Brachium so that he could bring a human over to them.

There are a few things that don't match up though

I'm not sure how the timelines go, but Elliott is out of the basement on January first so it is to be assumed that Blake's death and the creation of Hush is at least two days after that. But Avior and Starlight's coffee shop date where he first starts hearing the ringing sound is most likely also probably January first, since Avior goes to Starlight's apartment for the first time after the date I'm assuming that they went to the coffee shop right after the inversion because really where else would they go if not their apartment, unless Avior just fucked off to Aria for a day which I heavily doubt he did.

So it seems like Avior was hearing messages from Hush before Hush was created? I don't know I'm probably wrong about this timeline since, despite the website being only the timeline, the timeline is very unclear

Also, my memory could be wrong but I remember that Hush talks about his brother trying to hunt him down, which is kinda hard to imagine Brachium hunting Hush down when they're in two separate planes of existences

Also also, didn't the Sovereigns say that Bestie needs to die so that it could "break" Blake? They haven't died yet so how can it break Blake when Blake is now Hush who has no memories or emotions? Will it be a dramatic scene where Hush gains the ability to feel grief once Bestie/Doc dies? Or was the Sovereigns original plan that Blake would khs to after Bestie died to try and commune with them and his request would be to bring Bestie back to life?

What has Avior have to do with it? Who knows really

Whatever it is, we might be seeing Scorpius in the next/second to next the Balance series video

Please Erik I need him Good Boy Audios is well and alive it's not like the William situation where the VA disappeared without a trace I need him Erik please don't do this to me

#watch me be completely wrong #my last theory was that Blake would drag Sunshine out ready to kill them as a peice offering to the gods #but getting interrupted by Vega and Warden showing up being like 'suprise you whore' with Scorpius half dead on the floor #so my predictions might not be accurate #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted blake #redacted hush #redacted bestie #redacted doc #redacted avior

[oddlyhale]

Honestly hale my problem with team rwby and others (especially in volume 7,8 and 9) is the lack of consequences.

I hate how anytime the “heroes” do anything wrong their actions are treated as an afterthought.

Yang and Blake telling a stranger government secrets should have been backlash from that action (no way anyone can convince me that was a good idea)

Yang literally blaming Ruby for messing up in atlas despite telling their plans to a stranger.

Everyone Ignoring ruby’s mental breakdown and when she does commit “suicide”…there is barely any reaction.

Penny’s death treated as a afterthought and never spoken again (I never thought penny would be reduced to this…)

I just want them to learn from their mistakes and get better from it…

Volume 9 feels like the writers saying, "here you go, the biggest punishment the characters could ever face." When, actually, no. It's a filler arc that amounted to nothing because it reset itself.

There's a lot that Ironwood did that the kids stole and "succeeded" with their plans to save Atlas and Mantle. Except, I'm sure he was never planning to drop his city on another city. People want to say his plan of flying away with the Staff is outrageous, but look at what we ended up with instead. Atlas and Mantle are gone. Penny is dead, Ironwood is dead, Cinder got both relics, and Vacuo is seemingly their last hope.

We have to remember that RWBY built their "success" from Ironwood's own plans that he laid out in V7. They took them and were praised like saviors in the V9 epilogue. I always assumed the writing needed to kill James just so that Team RWBY could look like they were the ones who came up with the plans as they went along the Atlas arc.

They really weren't. They were just going along for the ride until they didn't want to anymore.

But that's never going to be resolved because they're being hailed as heroes in the V9 epilogue. The writing has doubled down on their terrible behavior and is rewarding them for causing mayhem. They're not heroes, they're menaces to society. Pray for Theodore.

I think that's what's easy to expect if they do continue with RWBY. Do not expect them to face consequences, because that's not on their agenda. They hafta be heroes and be rewarded for doing the bare minimum. If Theodore has any plans, you can bet he's going down.

Penny's death felt awful the second time, but to now know that Ruby couldn't even be told about her best friend being killed by Jaune feels like the writers are fighting for their lives to protect old man Jaune. Jaune got to scream at Ruby, but Ruby had to stand there and take it while her team just let it happen. I guess WBY felt validated that Jaune was getting heated with Ruby.

The way Penny only showed up as glimpses throughout V9 now feels like the writers were inching towards the idea of revealing Jaune killing her, but they couldn't commit because that wouldn't feel right to make him face consequences, so they just let her face flash here and there without saying much else.

So basically, bringing back Penny only to kill her again was entirely pointless because, even with her death, she couldn't be thoroughly acknowledged.

#rwde

[skyechaser]

Bumbleby Bike Gang AU Part 1/?

The bar was usually quiet on tuesdays. Just the regulars showing up for their drinks and the eventual college idiots getting into shenanigans. Nothing seemed to indicate that this night was going to be any different. She couldn't be more wrong. Yang had owned the place, Ember, for about two years and she enjoyed her work a lot. She liked making drinks and talking to people. The blonde had some of the best stories to tell at parties and sometimes she could even give some well received advice.

It was almost two in the morning when she heard the roars. It was like a pack of wild bears was screaming directly into her ears. When they stopped they were replaced by voices. Then the door was thrown open and what could only be described as a gang entered her bar. There were around twenty five people, mostly men, in matching leather jackets. They all had the same logo on the back: the profile of a wolf like creature and the words "The White Fang".

I hope they don't cause me any trouble Yang thought to herself as they all sat sat down, making significant noise in the process. One of her waitresses, Nora, approached them to take their orders and the blonde held her breath, hoping the group would behave. After a couple of hours and many beers, the gang was starting to get on her nerves. Specially since some of them had made some stupid comments at Nora as she brought them their drinks. She had come pretty close to throwing them out but they were paying very good tips and her waitress said not to worry.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance" a soft voice said, very close to her. She turned her head to see a girl, around her own age, sitting in front of her. She had been so focused on the group she hadn't even noticed her approaching. She had amber eyes and black hair and something about her made it feel like they had already met.

"Its okay" a lie "I've had worst" a truth.

"Could I have a Coke, please?" the girl asked.

"Had enough to drink for the night?" Yang replied as she got what the other one requested.

"Oh, no" she replied "I don't drink" she smiled. Yang's heart skipped a beat. There was something about this girl but she couldn't wrap her finger around it yet.

"I'm Yang. What's your name?" she asked boldly.

"I'm Blake" the other one replied.

"How long have you been riding with these guys?"

"All my life" Blake answered "My parents founded the group"

"That's a long time to be on the road. Are they here?" Yang questioned as she looked at the clearly drunk group sitting not so far away from them.

"They left a while back" the black haired girl said, not understanding herself why she was telling her whole life story.

"And you stayed?"

"Yes"

Silence.

"They seem like an interesting group" Yang said, trying to break the tension.

"They can be... A lot to handle but I'm used to them by now"

"Excuse me if this offends you in any way but you do not seem like the biker gang type girl"

"None taken. I'm more low profile than the rest of our group. I'd rather stay and read a good book than get into trouble" Blake said.

"Any good reads you can recommend?" Yang asked and the other girl's eyes lit up like a child's in Christmas morning. They talked for what seemed hours about books, bar stories and family. Yang told her about her little sister Ruby and how she was studying to become a veterinarian. Blake, on the other hand, told her about all the places she had been in during her travels. Their conversation was cut short by the sound of breaking glass.

"I got it!" Nora said as she walked towards the table, her eyes visibly tired but her pockets full.

"Do they get into trouble often?" the blonde asked.

"It depends on Adam's mood mostly. He's our current leader"

"Blake!" a red haired man yelped drunkly "Come over here, love!"

"That's him. I gotta go. It was really nice talking to you, Yang" she smiled again and the blonde was finally able to realize what the deal was. She liked Blake. Everything about her was charming and enticing. It had been a while since she had liked someone so it didn't surprise her that she had missed the signs.

She watched Blake walking away and that's when she saw it. On her lower back she had a tattoo that read "Property of the White Fang".

Oh.

#bumbleby #blake #yang #yang and blake #rwby #skyechaser

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.1

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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After breaking into the evidence storage and finding his gun, Jimin found the staircase leading upstairs to the main building. He ensured no one was close by while peeking through the door.

If he remembered correctly from the previous times he had been there, there should be a visitor's lavatory on ground level. And that close to the staircase.

However, he stopped in his tracks and pressed himself against the wall when hearing voices coming from a corridor further away, footsteps echoing on the linoleum ground shortly before dying down. He exhaled relieved and reached the lavatory. Already spotting the small window up high. Too high for normal people but not for him. It wasn't any porblem to climb up the stalls and bent enough to reach the small margin and open it. He could literally climb on anything like a monkey.

He crawled through it, the frame just wide enough for him to fit. And since it was ground level, it wasn't too difficult to jump down.

Unfortunately, none other than Agent Blake turned around the building's corner just in that moment. Stopping in her tracks when seeing Jimin. Both staring at each other bewildered.

"Park Jimin, you're under arr-"

Before she could even finish her sentence and draw out her gun, he had already rushed behind her. Holding her arms behind her back and spreading her legs with his, just in case she thought about kicking him where it hurt, making it impossible for her to move.

"Nah, nah, love," he smirked, making her scoff.

"I'm Agent Blake, for you."

"Say, Agent Blake, can't remember anyone else smelling so lovely like you. Is that parfume?"

Skylar's lips parted, that comment coming out of nowhere took her off-guard. "Wh-"

"Let me guess," Jimin chuckled then from behind, "You're into your little colleague, agent Jeon, right?"

She frowned about this random conclusion. "T-that'd be highly unprofessional," she defended herself, huffing loudly.

"Aw, c'mon, you can tell me.."

The woman pursed her lips, feeling her cheeks flushing. She breathed in deeply then. Gathering all her energy. "Agent in danger! Hel-!" Her mouth got quickly covered by one of his hands. "Shhh, don't be so mean," he whined, "You know you ain't in danger. Don't get me in trouble just because I'm exposing your crush on the little guy."

"He isn't a little guy," she mumbled against his hand, "He could beat your ass with no trouble."

Jimin laughed out at this, amused about him having hit a nerve. As always. Analysing people and finding out their weaknesses was part of the job after all. "Aw, sorry for offending your crush."

"He isn't my crush!"

He grinned, knowing she couldn't see him. "Whatever you say, love." Before she could retort anything else or attempt escaping, he pinched the spot between her neck and shoulder.

And Skylar instantly succumbed, her body subsiding in his arms. "She's heavier than she looks," he mumbled and carefully sat her down. Leaning her unconscious body against the wall.

He grabbed her phone out of her jacket then and started running to the parking lot. Breaking into one of the few cars when hearing sirens going off inside the building.

"Well, those were exactly ten minutes," he said, looking at his watch, "Punctual as always, pops. But I'm not dumb." He took the little tracker from the coat's pocket that Seokjin thought he hadn't noticed him placing there, crushing it with his heal and got inside. Hot-wiring the car to get the motor to jump start instantly.

He floored the gas pedal and left, rushing down the streets of Seoul to the direction of an old hideout. On the way, he planned to stop in an alley and leave the car, as the cops would easily find the car tag from security footage, and change into a different one.

While overtaking another car he took Skylar's phone out of the pocket and started scrolling through her contacts. Pressing on one of them. 

As the dial tone started ringing, he coughed. Preparing his voice while he waited for the other person to pick up.

"Hello? Skylar?"

"Jungkookie, please help me!" Jimin said panicked in Skylar's voice. Immitating her perfectly. Even adding a pleading tone, to make it more believable.

"S-Skylar? Where are you?"

"At the east side of the building. Please, hurry." And with that he hung up. Tossing the phone out of the window.

"Thank me later, love."

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3 minutes earlier

"Is everything alright? How did this happen?"Jungkook was looking with worried eyes at his supervisor. "Did he fake the amnesia after all?"

Seokjin shook his head, rubbing his wrists that were finally freed from the handcuffs.

"Sir, I-"

"It's alright," Seokjin waved off the guard who had failed to notice Jimin. He brushed past him and headed upstairs, leaving the cellblocks.

"I don't think he faked the amnesia part," he answered Jungkook who was trailing behind him. "He said someone gave him a pill and messed with his mind, ordering him to eliminate Valentine."

"Makes sense.. he'd never do this on his own.." the younger agent mumbled, earning an arched brow from Seokjin. "I-I mean, for all we know it'd be quite atypical of him."

"True," the older guy nodded and headed to his desk.

"And did he say who it was? The one ordering him to eliminate Arabella?"

"He didn't say that."

Seokjin's short replies only rose more questions in Jungkook's head. And Seokjin could tell by the deep crease betweem Jungkook's brows. "But why do they want him to kill her?"

Pursing his lips, Seokjin had to suppress a chuckle. "Not sure. He only said she had been part of them."

Jungkook nodded, still not entirely satisfied. Rubbing his forehead, his eyes fell on the whiteboard next to their desks. "Who's 'owl inc'?"

Seokjin hummed, glancing up from the papers in front of him confused. "Never heard of it. Why?"

"Because someone wrote it here." Jungkook pointed with his finger on the bulletpoint on the bottom.

The older agent furrowed his brows, walking up to him. Jungkook's phone rang then and he excused himself as Seokjin bent down, to reread the notes on Jimin and his gang.

Arabella Valentine

-no known alias

-thief/spy

-age: unknown, ca. 25-30

-birthplace/nationality: unknown

-background: kidnapped at 5 by 'owl inc', past member

-associate to PJ his lover!

Someone had wiped out 'unknown' under background and had added new info. Alongside 'his lover' under associate. And Seokjin knew exactly who that someone had been.

But what or who was 'owl inc'? Were they the ones Jimin had been talking about?

He heard hurried footsteps coming closet then. "Sir, that was Agent Blake. It seems she's in trouble," Jungkook said flustered.

Seokjin frowned. "Okay, but be careful. Perhaps it wasn't the real Blake after all."

Jungkook's eyes widened, eventually understanding what he meant. It wouldn't be the first time Park Jimin perfectly immitated someone's voice, even a female one. So he nodded, promising to be careful before rushing out.

Seokjin watched him disappear behind the glass doors before focusing his attention back to the white board.

"Don?" he called out for one of the other few agents there. The man instantly perking up when hearing his name. "Call Jung Hoseok from the organised crime department tomorrow morning, I wanna ask him if he knows anything about this 'owl inc'." The agent nodded and noted it down, when Seokjin called out for him again. "And also get Kim Namjoon from special victims department here. We might need him, too."

In the meantime. Jungkook had exited the building and headed to its east side. Looking around frantically for any signs of his partner. His gun in his hand, just in case as he carefully roamed the area and turned around a corner.

Catching his breath when seeing an unconscious body against the wall. "Sky!"

Her head was bent towards one side, eyes closed.

He instantly put his gun back into its holster and rushed towards her, getting down on one knee beside her. She didn't seem to have any external injuries however that would explain her unconsciousness. He brushed some strands of hair away, trying taking her pulse by pressing two fingers on her arteria carotis. A long sigh of relief leaving his lips, when he could sense her pulse. Although a faint one. He knew he had to take her to the hospital immediately.

So he heaved her from the ground, holding her close as he walked her to his parked car.

"Hang in there a lil' bit more, Sky."

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Havana, Cuba

Three knocks on the door. Silence. Another three followed.

"Yeah, yeah, coming," Taehyung yawned. Hair tousled and strands flying around as he cracked open the door. Seeing Jimin standing there with a wide smile. "Oh hey!"

Taehyung instantly reached for his gun, eyeing Jimin suspiciously. "Wowhoho," Jimin chuckled, shoving the gun away from his face, "Is this how you greet your best friend?"

"Obviously," Yoongi appeared behind Taehyung and brushed past him. Holding his sword in front of Jimin, just in case. "So you're back to normal now?"

"Yep, good old Jimin!" he grinned, pushing his fists against his waist and boasting out his chest proudly. Taehyung eyed him suspiciously up and down. He wanted to be entirely sure before eventually nodding, lowering his gun. Yoongi followed, slowly. Very slowly, allowing him to enter. 

"So you won't try killing us again?" Taehyung arched a brow with a lopsided smirk, making Jimin huff. "I've never tried killing you."

"True, it was Arabella you were after," Yoongi corrected nodding, taking a seat on the couch, "You only attacked us because we tried holding you back."

Jimin sighed at the faint memory. It seemed rather like the memory of a stranger by now than his own. He was only glad his friends had been sane enough to keep him from getting to Arabella. He had been right after all when he had told her back in Mexico that they might not like her but they wouldn't let anyone harm her either. "Speaking of Bella, where's she?" he asked then, facing the two with a questioning look as he couldn't spot her anywhere.

Taehyung frowned. "Didn't you call her?"

"I assumed she'd be with you guys.. Why? Where's she?"

"Last time we heard of her she was with some multi-millionaire on a greek island," Yoongi shrugged. Causing Jimin to let out a loud groan. "This woman.. I told her it's not safe on her own.." He shook his head, exhaling deeply. "And you guys just let her?"

"She's an adult," Taehyung rolled his eyes, plopping down next to Yoongi, "It's not like we could force her to stay."

He groaned again. Getting more and more frustrated. "You should have."

"Jimin, chill. You out of all people should knew how headstrong she is. And it's not like she isn't able defending herself."

Folding his arms, he pouted and sat down. He knew Taehyung was right but couldn't help worrying about her. These guys were still after her after all. Whether to get revenge for her leaving or to get revenge for him for not finishing the job and crossing their current mission. Besides, he was the only one who could protect her, not some stupid 'multi-millionaire'.

He scoffed internally at the thought of that. 

"What happened to you anyway, why were you after her?"

"It was these guys," Jimin mumbled. "They got me and I don't know.. brainwashed me? They gave me some mind control drug and conditioned me into only seeing her as a target. I had completely forgotten everything else. Partially even you guys. I mean, I knew you, but I had forgotten what you're to me. And I forgot what she is to me. The only thing on my mind was that 'I had to eliminate her'."

Yoongi scrunched his nose at his narration. "Sounds like you were their puppet."

"Kinda."

"And explains why you attacked us," he pointed out. "But you seem fine now. Are you fine?"

Jimin shrugged. "Guess so.. I got memory flashbacks in the cell pops locked me into. And eventually it all came back."

"About that.." Taehyung said awkwardly, rubbing his neck, "Sorry I set him on you. But it seemed the only save solution back then. You were out of your mind after all."

Jimin waved him off quickly, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I get it. And I had missed pops anyway," he chuckled then, "Poor guy looked so offended when I couldn't remember him anymore."

Maybe that was why he had given him those ten minutes to escape. He had looked quite happy when seeing Jimin had gained back his memory and remembered who Seokjin was.

They might be rivals, like cat and mouse, but they did have a mutual respect and sympathy for each other. And he was the only cop Jimin genuinely trusted.

"Alright, anyway," he exclaimed suddenly, clapping his hands enthusiastically. "New plan then! First we get Bella back, then we'll proceed with the original plan."

"The original plan?" Yoongi repeated, "You mean-"

"Yep. Following your idea and hopefully finding the treasure."

The older guy peeked at Taehyung who had been silently looking at his hands laying flat on his lap. Jimin frowned, eventually understanding. "Oh, look, Tae, if you prefer staying here with Cas, it's totally fine. I'd understand."

Taehyung pursed his lips, a troubled look on his face. Even if it had been only for merely two weeks, it had almost felt like the good old days. He always knew, however, that sooner or later he'd have to say goodbye to her again. Mentally preparing himself for that moment to come as it was lingering in the air from the beginning, ever since he let himself indulge and enter her life again. He was just glad it came later than expected. But still too soon.

"No, it's okay," he shook his head then and glanced at his friends. First at Jimin, then at Yoongi who was giving him a quiet glance of empathy. He had been there after all. He had seen him and Cassandra together and how happy he had been. "T-that's the life I've chosen after all. The only thing I'm good at," he smiled It was a sad one, they could tell. Sitting up straight then he forced his lips to grow wider. "And besides, I can't let you guys hanging. You'd be stranded without me. Well, at least you, Jimin. I know Yoongi can handle himself just fine."

Yoongi couldn't help but let out a small laugh at this as Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Fine. But don't use me as an excuse."

"I'm.. I'm not."

They grew quiet before Yoongi cleared his throat, changing topics. "When are we leaving?"

"I'll leave tomorrow to get Bella. You guys can follow later, in 2-3 days. Except if you already got other plans for these days." His glance wandered to Taehyung who shook his head quickly.

"N-no, that's fine." He stood up abrubtly and headed to the door. "2-3 days is enough to.. to bid her goodbye."

"Alright," Jimin nodded with a soft smile, "See you then."

Taehyung gave them a nod and left. 

Jimin facing Yoongi then with a grin. "Alright, how about we go ea-"

"Sorry, already got plans tonight."

His eyes widened. "What plans?"

Yoongi shrugged and just stared into nothing. And Jimin knew he didn't even need to try. He wouldn't get any info out of Yoongi. Not if he didn't want to.

"Hmph. I'm gonna look for food on my own then."

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Taehyung knocked on Cassandra's door with a heavy heart. Unsure of how to break it to her that he was leaving her. Again.

Her reaction wasn't something that scared him. He knew how understanding she was. He knew how she respected his life. No, her possible reaction wasn't scaring him. Rather tearing him apart. Because even if she was more understanding than he deserved, she had never been good in hiding her feelings. Her pain. Her big brown eyes always giving her away, as much as she tried hiding it.

So when Cassandra opened the door, seeing him standing there slouching and with a troubled expression, her wide smile instantly dropped. And before his lips could even part, she sighed. Giving him a sad smile. "You've got to leave, right?"

He simply nodded, unable to utter a word.

"When?"

"In three days."

She inhaled deeply. A stern expression spreading on her features then and she stood straight. "Don't you dare disappear on me again. Got it?"

Taehyung's lips fell agape and blinked, taken aback. "Cas, you know it's better wh-"

"-when you just dip and disappear like I've never mattered to you?"

He pressed his lips together, an equally serious look in his eyes. "You know I don't wanna drag you into the mass that's my life."

"Not this again, Tae," she groaned, her voice breaking despite her trying sounding stern and upset, "You know I don't mind it." She took a step forward then, placing her hand on his cheek. Caressing his warm skin with her thumb as a smirk tucked on her lips. "You know how cool I find my super hot master thief boyfriend."

He couldn't help but laugh at this. Even now she managed making him laugh. Her hand dropped down to his. Intertwining their fingers.

"Jimin's the master thief, I'm just the gunman."

"That's even hotter."

He shook his head amused, chuckling at her nonsense. "Doesn't that go against everything you stand for though? You save people's life while I-"

"I know you well enough," she interrupted him with a frown, tugging lightly at his hand, "I know you'd never intentionally hurt anyone and only shoot if necessary, to defend yourself and others."

He remained silent, staring at her in awe.

He honestly didn't believe he deserved Cassandra. She was too good of a person for a jackass like him. She deserved better. And yet, there she was, always sticking with him. Despite him hurting her over and over again in the attempt of protecting her.

"So?" Cassandra arched a brow at him. "Promise you'll come back after the job's finished? Otherwise I'll hunt you down myself. I might not have all you guys' skills but I will track you down on my own if you dare vanishing into thin air again."

A smile appeared on his lips and he nodded. Squeazing her hand before pulling her into his arms and embracing her tightly. "You make it hard for me to protect you, but yes, I promise."

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Enough time (Daniel Ricciardo)

The pressure from the season have given Danny some problems. Gladly, you have always been a good friend. Smut.

Note: this is soft Danny and nothing more because he needs love. Soft Danny is very much needed in general.

Warning: +18. Sub!Danny. Bl*wjob. Face riding. Penetrative s*x.

Danny was just starting his break as was grumpier than ever. Blake, Michael and I were watching him, tossing around and cursing under his breath.

We were waiting for him, ready to take a plane to some island and enjoy the first break days before going to our homes. We were his little support team and needed some time to relax and be together outside a track or with work involved.

"I can't find the passport" He groaned.

I giggled and looked up at Mike. He was looking at the ceiling and wasn't breathing while Blake was trying to hide behind me.

"Why are you three laughing?"

"You hand" You told him.

He looked at his tattooed hand and blushed. He had the passport there.

"Fuck... Don't laugh. You are all fired. Let's go" He left the apartments and got alone in the elevator while the three of us had a little laugh attack.

On the plane, he put his headphones on and didn't speak for a while. I was sitting next to him and tried to get some jokes out of him, but nothing. The Danny Ric we knew was nowhere to be seen.

The flight was long and soon the other fell asleep.

"Dan, hey"

He looked at me and pushed back his headphones.

"You can talk to me, you know that, right?"

He gave me a tight smile and nodded.

"I know"

"Fine" I squeezed his hand.

"You can use me as a pillow" He said softly.

I giggled but laid my head on his shoulder anyway.

..........................

Three days into our holidays, Daniel was still grumpy as an old man. And oh, it was frustrating. We just wanted to get out of the racing stress, we just wanted him to relax. But no. He spent the whole time groaning.

"Hey" Mike pushed him with his knee. We were all sitting in the beach, a sweet drink in hand and having just come out of the water. All but him. He was on his phone. "Stop playing with your phone, we are on Maldivas, mate"

Daniel scoffed and looked up.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to have fun" Michael said.

"I'm having fun. Look" He gave us a super fake smile.

"Dan. C'mon. Tell us what is going on" Blake pressed.

"Nothing is going on!"

Daniel was getting flustered by each second, his chest and face turning read and his eyes avoiding us.

"Dan. Is it the team? Did Zak said something to you?" Michael sat closer and touched his shoulder, making Daniel pull away fast.

I frowned.

"It has nothing to do with that!"

"Mate... The season..."

"It's not about fucking racin, shit! I haven't fucked anyone in months!" Daniel exploded and the three of us gasped. "I haven't had sex in months and I'm so horny all the time."

He was furiously blushing and Mike, Blake and I shared and uncomfortable look.

"Fine. There you have it. It's so fucking embarrassing" Danny got up and walked to the sea.

"I wasn't expecting this" Blake muttered.

"Yeah" I said looking at Danny, who was now waist deep in the water. "I thought he..."

"Yes"

He had met so many girls on this last months. Each race weekend, dozens of girls tried to get to him on clubs. I just assumed that he had got some sex. He was Daniel Ricciardo after all.

"Tonight, we are getting him a girl." Michael decided.

.....................

Night came and I hadn't stopped thinking about Danny. There was something on the pitch of my stomach and I couldn't stop thinking about how he should be feeling. A shitty half season, a shitty car, an asshole boss plus not having sex on months.

Michael and Blake were convinced about getting him a girl for the night. We would go to a party and they were sure that there would be lots of girls in there.

But when I walked down the stairs and found Danny wearing only sport shorts and drinking a beer in front of the TV, I knew that I wouldn't happen.

"Hey." I said softly as I walked to him. I touched his shoulder and he squirmed. "Sorry"

I retreated my hand and sat next to him.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded, picking the paper on the beer bottle.

"Don't be ashamed, okay? We won't judge you"

Daniel looked at me and bit his lip.

"I was just trying to focus on racing. I almost got it with some girls. But I... I couldn't."

He looked down at his crotch and I bit my lip. Oh.

"I'm even considering seeing a doctor because I'm fucking 33."

"It can happen, you know? It has been stressful. Just use this days to relax. And you will get it to work again"

He sighed.

"Don't tell them" He whispered.

"I won't." I touched his tattooed leg. "Are you coming tonight?"

He looked at me and lift an eyebrow.

"To the party, Dan."

He chuckled.

"No. I... I want to stay"

"Okay." I leaned and kissed his cheek like a grandma would do, giving him so many kisses and keeping him in place with my hand. He ended up laughing and trying to push me away. "Things will get better, you'll see"

On the party, I could stop either. He was probably alone at the villa, thinking about some pretty girl or watching some disgusting p*rn, trying to get something but not being able to.

I felt my panties dampen as I drank from my beer. Dan probably didn't need a random girl fucking him. He needed to be taken care of.

"Mike"

He turned to me. He was talking to some brunette.

"I'm leaving. Tell Blake"

"Leaving?"

"Yeah. No questions"

He just nodded.

................................

I opened the door slowly and sighed. He was still there, the same beer bottle on the table and a half eaten pizza on a plate. There was a tiny water bottle too and some stupid film on TV.

"Hey"

He turned his face.

"Hi"

I closed the door.

"Why so soon?"

I shrugged.

"I didn't feel like being there thinking of you here alone."

He chuckled.

"Were you thinking of me?"

I bit my lip and walked a bit closer. He took a deep breath.

"I can help you, Danny"

He opened his mouth and stared at me.

"Only if you want." I whispered and reached my hand to him.

"How?"

"I will need you to trust me"

"I do"

"Then come with me"

He slowly nodded and took my hand. I felt the nerves setting then. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted him to have what he had missed all this time.

I guided him to my bedroom. His hand was tightly wrapped around mine.

I closed the door behind him and locked it.

"You can leave. I'm not trapping you or something. I just don't want Blake or Mike coming in here"

He laughed and nodded.

"It's fine"

We were finally there, alone and together and I would make him feel great.

"Do you trust me?"

I grabbed both of his hands and pulled him closer. He breathed through his nose and then licked his lips. His eyes roamed all over my face.

"Yes"

"Do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Fuck, yes" He answered out of breath.

"How long has it been?"

"5 months and 6 days."

I bit my lip. That was a lot.

"Okay, that's enough time... I'm gonna make you feel good today" I cupped his chin with two fingers and kissed his cheek, then the corner of his lips. He pressed his forehead on mine gently and his finger ran over mine.

"Please..." He begged

That was all I needed. I pulled him in for a kiss. I started with soft pecks. I wanted it to be slow and take my sweet time with him. I wanted him to enjoy.

"I'm in charge here, Danny. If you want to stop. We stop. If it's to much. We slow down or stop. You are safe here, Danny. Okay?"

He nodded.

I pecked his lips back and then pulled his hands and guided him to the bed.

Daniel sat and I tapped his legs so he would open them, then I walked between them. He looked up at me, his mouth half open and his cheeks already pink.

"Tell me, Danny. How much do you want this?"

"So bad"

"So bad?"

He nodded.

"So... Are you gonna be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, YN"

I smiled at him, feeling my cheeks warming and my pulse getting faster.

"Yeah? Can you untie this for me?"

I turned and he pulled instantly the thin straps of my dress. It fell on the floor and he gasped.

Then I turned and his eyes landed on my chest. He swallowed.

The heat was pooling on my panties. His pupils were big, he was excited. I wanted to get him there, where he couldn't take it anymore.

So I took my bra off and he licked his lips. It made me smile because he desired me too.

I put my finger on his forehead, gently playing with a wild curl that had fallen. Then I went to his eyebrow and followed its shape to his cheek. A few days long beard scratched my fingertip. He was beautiful.

"You are really handsome, Danny"

He bit his lip. Oh those lips. I leaned and kissed them, sucking on them and tasting him properly. He moaned on my mouth and I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and slowly dragging my tongue over his. He tasted so fucking good.

I pulled back but Daniel kep his eyes closed, giving me an idea.

"Don't move"

Turning around, I opened my bag, looking for a bandana and something else I could use. I came back to him, who was devouring me with his eyes.

"Can I blindfold you?"

He nodded.

"Words, Danny"

"Yes"

I gave him another kiss and then signaled him to lay on the bed. He sat on the middle of the bed and I crawled until I was between his open legs. I looked down between them. Still nothing.

Daniel cleared his throat and I felt stupid. He looked uncomfortable.

"Sorry... It's..."

"Hey." I cupped his cheeks. "We will take it slow. Okay?"

He nodded. Talkative and energetic Daniel was slowly letting himself fall. He was slowly giving up all control.

"Okay" He whispered. "Can I touch you?"

"Not yet."

I gave him a kiss and showed him the bandana.

"Close those beautiful Eyes"

He smiled and blushed as I covered his eyes. It was so nice to see him smiling. It made my hear clench.

I covered his eyes and then stroked his cheeks.

"How does it feel?"

"Better than I thought" He whispered.

"So nice."

I put all the pillows I could get around him and then pressed his chest.

"Hey, lay back baby"

Daniel obeyed, sighing when his head rested on them. He looked so good, blindfolded, half dressed and fully on display only for me to enjoy.

"You are so pretty, Daniel. So handsome. This tattoos..." I ran my nails up his chest to his arm, earning a soft gasp from here. "This neck..." I stroked his pulse point with my thumb and he pressed his mouth in a thin line. "And oh baby, these lips..." I leaned and lick them.

Danny opened his mouth and looked for mine, tongue slightly reaching to touch mine. I gave him that, sucking on his tongue and playing with mine. He moaned.

"I want you to only think of me, Danny. It's just us now. Okay?" I whispered on his lips.

"Yes"

I gave him one more kiss before retreating.

"W-where are you going?"

"I'm right here."

I walked around the bed and gently touched his legs, going up his thighs until I found the elastic of his shorts.

"Is it okay if I take them of?"

"Yes."

Daniel swallowed as I started pulling them down his legs. He wasn't wearing underwear. I bit my lip. He was hot. He was so hot.

Once I got rid of the trousers, I didn't waste a second. I attacked his thigh. I started kis soft kisses on his knee. Then a bite on the flower tattoo. He gasped and moved a bit.

"C-can I move?"

"You better not. Keep your hands over your head baby."

He obeyed. "Good boy"

I ran the tip of my tongue over the ink lines, following them. He opened his legs for me. I stroke the inside of his thighs, getting closer to his crotch and he moaned. His member twiched already semi hard. I bit my lip. I was getting it.

I bit down the flesh again and he groaned.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes"

I smiled and found a gap between his tattoos, sucking the skin and thinking about the mark I would leave there.

Daniel had started whimpering with each bite, and now that I was sucking his skin, it was becoming more intense.

I was feeling my panties getting wetter. It was a lot. He was so perfect.

I kept leaving wet kisses up his thigh to his hip, biting once again the soft skin in there. My nose bruised the trimmed hair over his member and he gasped, his hips bulking trying to get closer to my mouth.

"Patience, Danny. I will gave it to you. Just wait a bit"

He swallowed hard.

I kissed the base of his member and he moaned. He was finally hard and ready for me to take him.

"See? You just need to relax" I said caressing his lower abdomen with both of my hands.

"I- I need you"

I trapped his nipple with my lips and he whined.

"Please. I need you so bad"

I pinched his other nipple and he panted.

"What do you need?"

"You"

"My mouth?" I whispered on his lips before running my tongue over them.

"Yes. Yes please."

I brushed his nose with mine before leaving another wet kiss on his lips. He moaned on my mouth and tried to slid his tongue in. I pulled back and kissed his cheek.

I reached down and ran my finger over him, from base to tip. His whole body tensed and his fingers grabbed into the headboard. Abs, arms, neck,... All muscles perfectly carved by Gods. (Or by Michael Italiano)

"Please, YN. I have been good". He begged.

"You have, right?" I grazed my fingers over his neck and he nodded. "Waiting for so long. You deserve this, Daniel. You have been so good. Driving that shitty car every race and accepting their rude words with a smile."

I kissed him softly and he whimpered.

"Please"

I wrapped my fingers around the base and spit on it.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good. You deserve it, right? Do you?"

"I deserve it"

I bit my lip he was beautiful, he was perfect and he was good.

I leaned and kissed his tip. He gasped and pushed his hips forward.

"Shh"

I started with slow hand movements, warming him up. He was red and swollen, leaking and just waiting for me.

"It feels so good. So much better than my own hand" He whispered.

"Thank you, Danny"

I kissed the tip again before giving him a tentative lick. Then another and another. Soon I found myself bobbing my head up and down, listening to his soft moans and getting lost on how much he was enjoying.

My hand was on his balls, massaging them while I pushed him down my throat.

"Oh, fuck. You are so good. So so good"

I pulled back smiling, although he couldn't see me. He was making me blush. He was so receptive.

"It's feels so good"

I switched to jerk him slowly, pressing my fingers around the tip while I mouthed his balls. He groaned when I liked a long stripe up. Then sucked again.

Daniel left a high pitched moan out, sign that he would cum soon. But no. I wanted it to last longer. He had waited for so long, he could wait longer.

So I pulled back. He gasped and tried to reached me with his hands.

"YN, please"

I grabbed them.

"No, baby. Put them over your head."

I kissed his palm and pushed them.

"I want to cum, YN. I need it so bad."

"I want you to do something for me, please" I said feeling goosebumps on my skin.

"Yes. Tell me. Please."He sounded so desperate and needy.

"Could you use this pretty mouth?" I said sitting on his abdomen and running my thumb over his bottom lip. "Could you use it on me?"

"Yes."

Gently, he run the tip of his tongue over my fingertip.

I pulled back and took my underwear off before straddling his head. His hands grabbed hard on my thighs. I was shivering.

"Show me that tongue"

And he did. When finally his mouth met my core, I let a moan out. It felt like heaven. Moving my hips back and forth, I rode his face, letting him do his best job on me as he licked, kissed and sucked.

"Oh Danny, yes baby. You are doing so good"

His nose, that nose, was brushing my clit with each movement and oh fuck, it felt amazing.

My hands were on his hair and on his chest, keeping him close and steadying my movements. At some moments, I doubted if he was breathing or not. But fuck, he was so willing to make me feel good.

"Yes, Danny. Keep going, baby" I was feeling my orgasm building fast. I wanted it soon. I was desperate for it. Thoughts about Danny and helping him this way had been on my mind since he confessed his secret on the beach.

Danny was sloppy, almost making out with my core as he tried to please my. His tongue made wonders on my and his lips felt like heaven.

"Give me you hand" He reached his hand for me and I took it to my breast, guiding him and showing exactly how I wanted it. "That's it, good boy"

He moaned.

I was in heaven. I was riding Daniel Ricciardo's face and I had him at my complete mercy. It was the best feeling ever. I was feeling euphoric. And then the orgasm hitted and I almost fall.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Keep going. Please. Keep going" I didn't stopped moving until that feeling went away. Then, the only thing I could do, was sitting on the bed next to him.

When I looked down at his body, I swear I could have come again. He was sweating, blushing and his face was covered on my juices. He was panting.

Then his hand grabbed mine and it took my breath away.

"Don't go... I need you"

"No... I won't. I'm here" I kissed his knuckles and climbed on him. "I'm right here. Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes. Yes, please."

I kissed him once again. Enjoying my taste on his mouth. His hands were grabbing my hips.

"I'm gonna ride you. Do you want me to?" I said sliding the condom on him.

"Fuck, yes. Yes, please."

I kissed him again and reached down. Slowly, I pushed down. I gasped, feeling him filling me.

"Oh fuck, Danny. You feel so good. You fill me so well"

I was bitting my lip, my hands were on his chest and he was grabbing on my wrists.

"Oh. You feel so good. You feel so good, YN. Oh fuck" He was probably sensitive, the previous ruined orgasm had left him even more desperate.

I started with slow movements. Danny was moaning and his legs were tense. He was trying to thrust up on me.

"Shh, baby. It's okay."

"Please, please."

I touched her face, feeling him nuzzling into my palm.

"You are so pretty, Dan."

He felt amazing in me, and by the way he was reacted, he was enjoying as much.

Daniel needed it so much that it took him only a couple of minutes. When he was almost there, chanting only my name, trying to grab into me.

"YN, I want to see you. Please"

I moved faster and grabbed the blindfold and pull it from his eyes.

He came a second later, grabbing into me and moaning high. I kept riding him, letting him enjoy his high.

Suddenly he pressed his hands on my waist.

"Stop, stop please" He looked into my eyes. His were glassy and his breath was ragged.

I did. Sliding off him. "Oh fuck" I sat next to him and tried to recover my breath. "Are you okay?" I asked him cupping his cheek.

He looked into my eyes and nodded. Then closed them and leaned into me.

"You did so good, Danny." I kissed his forehead and his cheeks. "I'm so proud of you"

He nodded slowly. He was going numb, loosing slowly the streght. He closed his eyes.

"Can I clean you?"

"Mhm"

I tried to be fast and not let him along for long. I cleaned myself and then wet a towel.

I found him just as I had left him laying on the bed with his eyes on the ceiling.

"Hey" I knelt next to him and he looked at me. "You look pretty"

He smiled and reached to touch my face. I kissed his palm and took the condom off, then cleaning him. He whimpered.

"Sorry, too sensitive" He said with a hoarse voice.

I chuckled.

"It's okay."

I cleaned him carefully, whipping the sweat and other fluids away. I kissed his cheek, then his neck and then his shoulder as he threaded his fingers on my hair.

I looked at him and saw his lip trembling.

"Danny?"

He closed his eyes.

"What do you need, Danny? Tell me"

I cupped his cheeks.

"Hold me."

I laid on the bed and he cuddled into me, his whole body wrapped around me. I pulled him closer and covered him with the sheets.

"It's okay. I'm here." I gave him a bunch of kisses around the face.

"Thank you." He whispered. "Thank you so much"

"It's okay" I pecked his lips. "Did you like it?"

"Fuck yes. I hadn't come so hard in ages"

I laughed and hugged him closer. I was feeling so good, so satisfied. This was exactly what I wanted.

I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Thank you, YN"

"It's nothing. You are a really good boy"

I looked down at him. He was blushing.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Of course, baby"

"And..." He cleared his throat. "Can we repeat it sometimes?"

It was me blushing now.

"You liked it that much?"

"I couldn't even get hard before."

I kissed his forehead.

"You just have to not think about your shit"

"I know. It was just nice thinking of you"

I kissed his lips because I was unable to say anything else.

........................

I was eating cereal when Danny appeared.

"Good morning!"

Mike and Blake shared a look.

"What? Not angry anymore?"

"I hope you didn't tire your hand too much. We have work for today"

I almost choke. Daniel laughed and sat next to me.

"I didn't have to use my hand much" That's all he said.

I laughed and leaned to kiss his cheek. The idiot had to be cute but also funny.

"What is this about?" Blake asked.

"Wait!" Michael looked at us with realization. Danny and I just laughed.

I was feeling so good, so happy. And now Danny had his hand on my leg and he was looking down at me with so much love on his eyes.

OMG. This was my first time writing a Dom POV. I hope it's good!!! Feedback is welcome!!

#daniel ricciardo #Dr #Smut #F1 #Fic

[phantoms-lair]

17 plus Danny Phantom? Is that valid for the roulette?

Try to get back into writing by working on some more of the roulettes

Detective Conan + Scooby Doo + Danny Phantom = Scooby Doo + Phantom Detective

Daphne couldn't help her eyes drifting over to the teenager in the oversized hoodie. They'd gotten tickets to a sneak peek showing of Gomera vs Kamen Yaiba, followed by a premier party. Not her cup of tea, but Scooby and Shaggy were so excited none of them could say no.

There were lots of people there with them waiting for the doors to open. Other groups of teens like them, older people who were obviously fans of the original movies, some couples on dates. But one stood, the aforementioned teenager with his hood constantly pulled over his face. He didn't look at or interact with anyone save the gaggle of small kids he'd brought with him. It was strange and Daphne had seen enough of strange to immediately be suspicious.

So when he broke off from the crowd, she followed him, from a distance. He ducked into an alcove and she moved forward quietly until she was close enough to hear.

"...The kids are doing great. No nothings popped up. Yes I know what you're insinuating." He seemed to be on the phone with someone. "You guys focus on getting better. Ayumi-chan was sad we couldn't get a group shot here so I'll have to get Mom to get us tickets to the next event. Don't you dare catch a cold again before that one."

His tone was joking. and she felt a bit of her suspicion ease. He'd looked strange by himself, but if there were meant to be more people his age with him, he may not have stood out so much. It didn't remove all of her suspicion, so she resolved to keep an eye on him.

She straightened up and stepped forward, trying to make it look as though she was simply walking past. But either he had been a lot closer to the entrance of the alcove than she thought of he'd moved completely silently because she collided with him.

They both were knocked back and for the first time she saw his face. It was certainly recognizable. Stark white hair and the most luminous emerald eyes she'd ever seen. He was looking at her with a small amount of fear.

"Please," He pleaded, "don't tell anyone I'm here."

"Are you not supposed to be here?" She asked trying to keep the suspicion out of her tone.

In response he relaxed. "You don't know who I am." he stated, with a sigh of relief.

"Should I?"

He took a breath, as if weighing his options. "My parents are both well-known celebrities. And I was sort of thrust into media spotlight after someone tried to kill me a while back." He sighed. "It was kind of rough on my family here, especially my little cousin. His friends really helped him, though, so today's kind of a thank you treat."

"That's sweet of you." Also explained what he'd said about his Mom arranging for tickets. "I saw them earlier, which one is your cousin."

"None of them," he rubbed the back of his neck. "He and Ai-chan caught a cold, so neither could make it. Look, just...I don't want today to be about my family drama or people asking me questions about something I really don't want to think about. I just want to be a guy taking some neighborhood kids somewhere fun."

The pleading look was back and she felt herself give in. "Don't worry. It's not like I eve know who you are."

"Kudo Shinichi." He smiled. "Just promise me you won't google me till after the event."

She laughed. "Daphne Blake. And deal." They shook on it and went their separate ways.

"Find anything on Hoodie Guy?" Velma whispered as she came back.

Daphne couldn't help but grin at how much she and her friend were on the same wavelength. "Son of local celebrities trying to not be the center of attention while bringing some neighborhood kids here as a treat."

Velma considered, then nodded. That tracked.

~

It wasn't until the party after the showing that Mystery Inc. saw them again. Shinichi approached the table, the trio of kids by his legs. "I just wanted to say thanks," he said, tugging the hood further down his face nervously, "for keeping your word."

"No googling till after the event." Daphne said jokingly. "I was just keeping a promise, we even shook on it, no thanks needed,"

"Well, some thanks are needed." One of the young couples came up to the table, the girl speaking to them. "Thanks for the date night, Five."

"Oh, this is Danny and Valerie. I let them have Conan and Ai-kun's tickets when they realized they couldn't make it." Shinichi introduced. "And I'm Kudo Shinichi. Please don't say it too loudly."

"Shinichi, Shinichi," Velma seemed to be turning the name over in her brain and Daphne saw the concern rise in Shinichi's face again. She didn't know why, she'd already told- Oh, Shinichi hadn't known what she had or hadn't told her friends, and was worried Velma was going to blurt out something. She opened her mouth to reassure him, but Velma spoke first.

"Shinichi, Five. Okay I get it." she said, satisfied.

"You do?" Shinichi asked, mystified.

"Yeah, it's wordplay. Shi is four and Ichi is one. Four N One. Five."

Valerie giggled while Shinichi's jaw dropped. "Clever, but no. It's just an inside joke. But like really does call to like, huh. Mystery Inc and the Hesei Holmes."

"Mystery Inc?"

"Hesei Holmes?"

"Yeah," Valerie nodded. The gestured to the gang. "Teenage crime solvers who've stopped a number of corrupt schemes and illegal activities and," She turned the gesture to Shinichi, "the teenage detective proclaimed the 'Savior of the Japanese Police Force'."

"Low profile Val," Shinichi hissed.

Valerie winced, "Sorry."

"You like mysteries?" Fred sat up straight.

"Love them," Shinichi admitted. "There's nothing better than solving a particularly tricky case."

"And what about us?" One of the kids demanded, clearly upset.

Shinichi looked bemused. "Right. Mystery Inc. this is Genta-kun, Mitsuhiko-kun, and Ayumi-chan. Three of the four founding members of the Shonen Tantei-dan, the other being my cousin."

"Yeah, and we've solved a bunch of cases, so don't forget us." The one who had been identified as Genta declared.

"Yeah, if there was a case happening right now you'd see!" Mitsuhiko followed up.

"I would really appreciate it if there wasn't a case right-" Shinichi never got to finish his statement, interrupted by a sudden bang as smoke covered an area, then blew away, revealing a stark white figure floating slightly.

"I am the ghost of Kamei Osamu and I've come for my revenge against Gomera and all who enjoy it!"

A startled Zoinks preceded a moment of dead silence and then...

"BWAHAHAHAHA That is the STUPIDEST ghost costume I'm ever seen." Genta doubled over laughing, pointing at the the so called ghost.

"It's very bad. You should at least out some effort into it." Ayumi chided.

"Not to mention we've met Kamei Osamu and you look nothing like him." Mitsuhiko was frowning.

Velma looked at the kids, genuinely impressed that they weren't taken in for a moment.

"You know," Danny said a little hesitantly. "My family researches ghosts? I think I'm a little insulted on their behalf."

"On their behalf? I'm insulted on our behalf that he thought we were gonna actually be scared of that." Valerie gestured at the set up.

Shinichi was just staring at the ghost in naked disbelief.

Fred chuckled. "In the past couples of years I've seen more scam artists pretend to be supernatural creatures than I can count. But this is the first time I've seen one so thoroughly roasted, much less so quickly."

Even Shaggy and Scooby seemed to be calming down, tension leaving their shoulders.

The 'ghost' seemed less than pleased. "You dare laugh at me, dare to mock me, you'll see!" He pulled something of his his jacket and threw it at the group.

Shinichi and Danny both dived in front of them and the resounding explosion blinded everything with brilliant light and deafening sound. Daphne blinked as her vision returned and suppressed a scream as she saw rubble sticking up thorough her chest. She could feel it, but it didn't hurt. Was she in shock? Was her body numbing itself before...

"Don't worry." Shinichi hissed as though under a great strain. "I have you." They all started floating as one, hovering over and away from the rubble. The feeling of weightlessness ended as they all become solid again, tumbling to the ground unharmed.

"It's the ghost of Kudo Shinichi!" Someone from the crowd screamed.

Mystery Inc. all turned. Shinichi's hoodie was down and the skin that had seemed pale before now was much more ethereal. His eyes glowed like green coals as he turned to glare at the man hanging for the ceiling pretending to be a ghost. Purposefully he began to stride towards the costumed man.

"No! No!" he began swinging on the cord that held him up, trying to escape. "Gomera killed my brother! You should understand that!"

"No," Shinichi said with a heavy voice. "Your brother was killed by Matsui Shugo in revenge for attempting to destroy his life's work. Matsui confessed and is serving his sentence. You just threw a bomb at a group of people who rightfully called out your costume for being an insult to ghosts which it is, including three seven year old children," He reached the man and lifted him up by one hand. The ghost costume phased off him and Shinichi held the gibbering mess of a person up high. "So no, I do NOT understand. There is nothing in me that can understand what makes it reasonable kill or maim a person for slighted pride, much less children. Kamei-San you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent and the right to an attorney at your trial." Shinichi reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled something out. He then dropped the man to the ground and pulled his arms behind his back before securing them. The he turned to the public.

"Attention everyone, the suspect is apprehended. Please do not leave until the police show up and have taken your statement." The ghost bowed, hovering over the man who's hands were now ziptied behind his back, then vanished.

"Wait, he's arresting him?" Fred asked in slight disbelief. That was...new ghost behavior.

"Yeah," Danny breathed a sigh of relief. "Shinichi's all about the Justice and serving their time. I'll admit I was a little worried since his little band of junior detectives was threatened."

"Shinichi-Niisan wouldn't do anything bad." Ayumi stuck out her lip and stomped her foot.

"And who are you calling Junior!" Mitsuhiko scolded. Danny put up his hands in surrender.

"Daphne, you said he was son of local celebrities." Velma said, exasperated.

"That's what he said. That and he was in the media spotlight after an attempt on his life."

"And he didn't mention the attempt was successful, typical Shinichi." Valerie rolled her eyes.

"And his parents aren't exactly local. His Mom's a famous actress and his Dad's an internationally known author." Danny added.

"But he can't be a ghost. Ghosts don't exist!" Velma protested.

"Thank You" Shinichi's voice echoed from no where, making them jump. "There is no logical explanation for ghosts."

"Sure, because it's so much logical to refuse to admit they exist when you freaking are one." Danny laughed. "I don't even need to see your face, I know the exact look you're giving me."

"Shut up," Shinichi grumbled.

"You have to admit, you were kind of in denial. A lot." Ayumi said gently. "You actually thought you got to come back to life if your killers got caught." Genta laughed. Look, just...I don't want today to be about my family drama or people asking me questions about something I really don't want to think about.

Shinichi was different from the fake ghosts they had known. He didn't want attention on himself. He didn't pretend to be all powerful or frightening, in fact all he'd done was arrest one guy. She'd lean more towards believing him even of it wasn't for the literal display of supernatural power he'd shown to save their lives.

He was a ghost who didn't want think about being a ghost or how he got to be that way. He'd just wanted to do something nice for his cousin's friends and now he was exposed with the people around him talking about the one thing he didn't want to think about. She didn't even wonder why he was currently invisible. (How yes, why no). Not with the way everyone had been staring at him a moment ago. He didn't want to be a celebrity for being dead, he'd just wanted a day of being normal.

And Daphne made up her mind. "Once we give our statements do you want to grab some food for the kids, talk about the cases we've all solved, and forget that ghosts were ever a topic of conversation?" Daphne offered.

"Yes," Shinichi whispered in the most relieved tone she'd ever heard.

#Ghost Writing #Danny Phantom #Scooby Doo #Detective Conan #Phantom Detective #FYI it was Agasa and Ai who got sick not Conan and AI #Agasa was supposed to chaperone the ST #Shinichi changed it to Conan to explain why his cousin wasn't there #and explained the altered story to the others during the movie