#I EVEN WENT AND CHECKED AND NADA

[deathfavor]

The innocent happiness of the youth was such a sweet thing to be a witness to. Unbridled, untarnished by the cold reality of the world. If only everyone could naturally have such joy with them! Surely the world would be a sweeter, brighter place if that was the case. It wasn't though. That was okay though, Serpent would help guide the lost to such happiness again. And protect this sinner's happiness while she could so that the world would not feast its ever hungry jaws on her any longer.

" Very well! " Serpent smiles, watching how the light from the lantern dances in the room. " You were? " It is a rather surprising fact to get to hear from her. Many of the other sinners seemed to avoid her - they either liked or feared her with little room inbetween. But that doesn't matter in the face of the moment as Letta speaks of her past.

She wasn't allowed outside? And yet she seems to radiantly happy that Serpent is certain that Ambrosia likely would do nothing at all besides taste sweet. " You never went outside? " She offers a slightly playful smile. " Or you weren't allowed but snuck out anyways? New toys sounds nice at least. " Serpent offers a quiet chuckle - what a vastly different world it was from her own youth. She reaches her hand out to gently take Letta's free hand. " She's actually already here. "

Serpent and the snake were never separated other than her own choice after the staff had tried to take them apart. The iridescent snake slithers up from here it was hidden, head peeking over Serpent''s shoulder before slowly slithering down over hr shoulder an flicking a tongue out at Letta. Serpent gives Letta's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go so one hand can rest under the snake's chin. " You can pet her if you want. She's well behaved. " When Serpent said to, like now.

this lady doesn't seem scary! in fact, she seems like the type of person letta would love to spend time with. the way her voice is high pitched and fun makes her smile widen, her clothes are pretty and quirky too! serpent is a sight to behold, letta feels like she's stepped foot into a carnival! and letta has never been to a carnival before, her parents would never allow her to do anything remotely fun. which, unfortunately, meant watching serpents shows. but truth be told, given where she lived, she had never heard of the performer before arriving at the mbcc, but perhaps now she can get her shows on recording to watch... oh, that would be fun!

at the offering to meet her snake, letta perks up, her already wide smile stretching wider into a toothy grin. she can't quite help the way she excitedly bounces between each foot, like a baby penguin attempting to walk for the first time. ❝ oh, please! please! please! i would love to, miss serpent! ❞ the light within her lantern sways from side to side due to her actions, but she settles down a moment later, keeping a firm hold on her beacon of light.

❝ i was so excited to hear the stories about you from the other sinners, you know! my parents never let me do anything fun... i wasn't even allowed outside - i was only allowed new toys when i finished my work. but now i'm in here! everything i do is fun! ❞ from the moment she gets up letta gets to plan her own day ( unless she's required for missions, of course, ) and her parents aren't here to stop her. without thinking twice, the young girl outstretches her free hand towards the brightly coloured lady, her smile still prominent across her pale features. ❝ i've always wanted to meet a real life snake! ❞

[icantalk710]

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[catherinerabbit]

what was w the assistant store manager being a massive bitch today

[edgypea]

I only go to two places during the week and the one time I go to a rare 3rd place I lose my debit card lmfao

[be4chywritez]

had me at hello | oscar piastri

oscar piastri x perez!reader

you bump into Oscar in the paddock and that’s when he fell.

my masterlist!

part ll

request are open!

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You wandered through the paddock star-struck with the Formula One atmosphere Checo gave you specific instructions but you tend to veer off your brother's instructions. You've been to races before it's been a while since you've come to one, being busy building your own career, with your family's support you went off to become a world-renowned actress meaning you didn't have time to follow your brother around anymore.

As you pulled out your phone to see where Checo told you to meet him, you were bumped into. Letting out a huff, you turned around to be greeted by a flustered-looking guy. “So sorry, my mate pushed me,” he said, stabilizing you by holding your elbows.

You glanced at his “mate,” Lando, whom you’d seen before. You knew he was friends with Carlos, and Carlos was friends with Checo, so you gave the guy a graceful nod.

Calling out Lando’s name, he blinked in confusion. “Do you know where Carlos is or Checo?” Then it clicked; you were Checo’s sister.

A small smirk makes way on Lando's face, "Y/n this Oscar, Oscar this is Y/n Perez" he says, Oscar blinks his cheeks turn rosey, "Nice to meet you Oscar," you give a smile and Oscar swears he's done for the way that his name rolls off your tongue and oh that smile.

Lando being a great wingman checks his watch, "Oh shoot, I've got something I gotta do, Oscar can you walk her over." he lets out before walking away from you backwards Oscar makes a face at him but you don't get to see it because as soon as you turn to face him he smiles at you.

“Shall we?” he asks you give him a nod, while walking you strike up a conversation

“So why haven’t I seen you at the race so far?” he asks. Oscar usually doesn’t take well to strangers, but he feels like he’s known you for a long time.

“I’ve been busy with my career,” you say, looking at him. He nods. “Oh, you’re a driver?” he asks. You let out a giggle. “No, no, I’m an actress,” you say. Oscar nods, realizing where he recognized you.

“So what about you, Oscar?” There it was again; Oscar would turn into a pile of mush if you kept pushing it. He swallows.

“It’s good, challenging but rewarding,” he says, giving you a smile.

You turn to face Oscar, finally taking in his features. His warm brown eyes hold a gentle spark, the slight flush on his cheeks contrasts endearingly with his clear skin, scattered with a few freckles that you could spend counting all your days.

Your eyes trace the constellation of moles on his face and neck. Each one seems perfectly placed. There’s something intimate about those small marks.

You realize you’ve been staring and quickly look away towards the Redbull garage, too embarrassed to face Oscar after catching yourself. He has a small smirk on his face, his cheeks even rosier if possible.

Checo spots you and Oscar, looking confused as he approaches. “Te he estado buscando por todo el maldito paddock,” he says, glancing at Oscar with confusion.

“I was trying to find you, but I got lost, and Oscar,” you place your arm on his bicep, not noticing how he melts under your touch, “helped me find you.”

Checo looks at Oscar, then at your hand, and finally at you. “Okay, c’mon, Christian is waiting,” he tells you, nodding at Oscar who gives an awkward thumbs-up. You turn to Oscar, saying, “Thank you, Oscar,” with a smile, before walking into the Redbull Garage, or as Lando likes to call it, the “Lions den.”

As Checo walked you through the Red Bull garage, he looked at you and raised a brow. “¿Qué estabas haciendo con él?” he asked, genuinely curious but also protective.

“Nada. I got lost, and he was there to help me,” you said with a small, unwilling smile, thinking about Oscar.

Checo cracked a smile, taking off your Red Bull cap and ruffling your hair. “Te gusta, cabrona,” he joked. You swatted his hand away. “Shut up,” you said, finally reaching Christian, who watched you and your brother fight with a small smile on his face.

“What’s got you all riled up?” Christian asked with a smile.

“Just saw her talking to a McLaren boy,” Checo said. Christian let out a loud laugh. “Was it the new one?” he asked. You nodded shyly. “Well, we can’t have you switching alliances,” Christian teased. You rolled your eyes at his antics. “I’m just gonna go sit,” you said, taking a seat on the back wall and being handed a headset by an engineer, whom you thanked.

While you waited to start your watch, you watched the hustle and bustle of the garage on both Max and Checo’s side. So enthralled by it, you didn’t realize the camera had cut to you.

-

Oscar stood towards the back of the garage with Lando, who was yapping about something. When you appeared on the screen, Oscar completely stopped listening to Lando and watched you. The way you looked so amazed by everything made him want to just sit there and watch you.

Lando brought him out of his daydream. “Osc got a little crush?” he asked jokingly, but Oscar didn’t respond, going back to looking at you. “Oh, he had a big one,” Lando joked before they were called to get suited up.

-

The race was disappointing, to say the least. While you were happy for Max, your heart ached for your older brother. When he got out of the car, he went straight to the garage, and you made a beeline towards him, pulling him into a hug and patting his back. “You’ll bounce back, you always do,” you reassured him. He pulled away, offering a suggestion with a smirk, “Deberías ir a ver la ceremonia del podio. Creo que cierto chico estará allí.”

You rolled your eyes before walking towards the podium ceremony.

Locking eyes with Oscar, you noticed him walking towards you.

“Were you going to the podium too?” he asked. You nodded, and he offered, “Do you want to come with me?”

You gave him a smile, “Yeah.” He then flushed, adding, “You might wanna walk in front of me sometimes; people really like to shove.” Following his advice, while walking, Oscar placed a hand on your lower back. You excused it as a guide to not get lost, but internally, you felt like putty.

Surprisingly, you both made it to the front of the barricade. Oscar still hadn’t removed his hand from your lower back, and you didn’t say anything, not wanting to disrupt the moment.

As the ceremony started, you clapped for all three of the drivers. Lando and Max looked down below, spotting you. You saw Lando point towards the two of you, and then Max laughed.

After the ceremony died down, you and Oscar walked in silence, neither wanting to break the connection between you. Each step felt heavy, as if you were both reluctant to leave each other’s side. Finally, when you reached the Red Bull garage, you turned to face Oscar with a small smile.

“Well, this is me,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Oscar chuckled softly, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

As you opened your mouth to say something more, Oscar cut you off gently. “It was really nice meeting you,” he said, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You nodded, a rush of emotions swirling inside you. “It was great meeting you too,” you replied, your heart pounding with anticipation. Gathering your courage, you decided to take a chance. “Maybe we should exchange numbers, just in case I get lost, y’know,” you suggested, a slight heat creeping up your cheeks.

Oscar’s expression softened, and he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, totally,” he said, pulling out his phone and handing it to you. As you exchanged numbers, excitement bubbled in you.

After handing his phone back to him, you couldn’t resist the urge to give him a hug. It was an unexpected gesture, but Oscar embraced you warmly, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

When you pulled away, you met Oscar’s gaze, feeling a sense of connection that was hard to ignore. With a final smile, you said, “Goodnight, Oscar,” before turning to leave. But before you could go, you leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

Oscar’s breath caught in his throat, and he blinked in surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Goodnight,” he murmured softly, his eyes following you as you disappeared into the Red Bull garage.

[p0orbaby]

Too Hot To Handle

summary: Alexia doesn’t want the past to repeat itself

warnings: a smidge of heatstroke, and a collapse, how fun

a/n: thanks for the request !

word count: 828

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Record temperatures they said.

You can believe it.

The aircon was dearly missed as soon as you stepped off the bus.

“Aquí”. You turn to find a bottle of water being eagerly pushed into your empty hands. “Necesitas mantenerte hidratado”

“I’ve just finished one” you tell her, ready to put the bottle in your backpack for safe keeping. But the look she gives you tells you there’s no room for arguments. You roll your eyes at her stubbornness, “thanks, Ale”

“De nada”

Girlfriend, captain, synonyms of each other, really. Her protectiveness spans over both mantles. That’s Alexia for you, in control of every situation, regardless of whether football is involved or not.

You take the bottle from her with the intention of sipping on it as you get changed for warm-ups, but she grabs your wrist and stops you from following your teammates into the stadium.

“Ahora, cariño”

“Alexia,” you start, very aware of the horde of fans calling for the two of you. “I’ll be pissing like a horse if I have any more right now”

She looks at you with a furrowed brow and a tilt of her head. Her English has improved immensely since you’ve been together, but even now some phrases catch her out.

“Necesito el baño” you clarify.

She relents, partly because the sun is beating down on her, partly because she doesn’t want to make a scene in front of the sea of traveling blaugrana.

Their dedication is rewarded with a wave and a smile from her, and a shrug of the shoulders from you as you're whisked away towards the changing rooms.

-

The game started as usual, but the scorching sun quickly turned every movement into a struggle. The hydration breaks were a welcome respite, yet even those seemed insufficient as the match wore on. You pushed yourself, focusing on the ball, the strategies, and your teammates, but the heat was unrelenting.

With every sprint, your legs grew heavier, and your head pounded in rhythm with your racing heart. You caught glimpses of Alexia, her worry evident despite her composed exterior. She was always perceptive, always attuned to you, and now was no different.

You ignored the warning signs, convincing yourself you could handle it, that you had to push through for the team. But as the game entered its final stretch, your vision began to tunnel, and a wave of dizziness washed over you.

Just a few more minutes, you thought, trying to steady yourself. But your body had other plans.

The ground felt like it was moving beneath you, your legs buckling under the strain. You stumbled, hearing a distant shout, but before you could process what was happening, everything went dark.

-

She still blames herself, even after all this time.

You weren’t together then, not quite. The lines between teammates and more were starting to blur as your relationship blossomed in the shadows.

You know she feels guilty for not keeping a closer eye on you during that match, afraid that her concern would draw too much attention to the two of you. She didn’t want people to find out about your relationship before you were ready to go public. The secrecy made her hesitant, and she worries that her hesitation contributed to your collapse.

You’ve told her countless times that it wasn’t her fault, that she couldn’t have known. But Alexia, ever the leader and protector, took it to heart. Since then, she’s been extra vigilant, constantly checking in, making sure you’re taking care of yourself.

Today’s heat brings those memories back, and you can see the worry etched on her face despite her attempts to stay focused on the game.

You push yourself to play smart, to stay aware of your limits, knowing that’s the best way to ease her mind. As the match progresses, you find yourself glancing at her frequently, sharing small smiles and nods of reassurance. Each time your eyes meet, there’s a silent understanding between you, a promise that you’ll both be careful.

When the final whistle blows, signaling a hard-fought victory, you make your way over to Alexia. She’s already looking your way, concern and relief in her eyes. But before you can even say a word, she’s ushering you towards the shade near the bench, her hand firm on your back.

“Drink,” she says, shoving another bottle of water into your hand.

She must mean business if she's dusting off language number three.

“Ale, I’m fine,” you start, but she cuts you off with a determined look cutting through her sweaty features.

“Drink,” she repeats. Deadly serious.

You sigh but comply, taking a few sips to placate her. “¿Lo veis? I’m drinking”

She nods, but her eyes scan you from head to toe, making sure you’re really okay. “Bien. Continúa”

You know there’s no point in arguing, so you take another sip. “Happy?”

“Por ahora,” she mutters, still watching you closely. She doesn’t relax until you’ve downed half the bottle.

[tan1shere]

Mind Games

Billie Eilish x Female reader !

A/n: got a few ideas for this story and I'm so insanely proud of it, I just hope everyone else enjoys it <3

Warnings: SMUT HOES mdni. Ice play, pure filth, strap usage, sub/bratty reader, soft dom billie + a mommy kink 😁 lmk if I missed anything !!

Summary: Billie had been working all day for the past few days, you had been a bit bored and she was being a bit dry with you, causing you to get moody, just wanting some of her attention. You definitely got your wish in the end.

Masterlist

All day. All fucking day she had been in that room. You understand she was working, you got that. But even Finneas told her she didn't need to. Billie was always a hard worker but this had been going on for three days straight you missed her. You were starting to get sexually frustrated, considering you hadn't even had a slight kiss in days, you just wanted to be with her. You'd occasionally go in there to check on her, but she was always so dry with you. Which lead you to your new found behavior. And only then did she pry her eyes away from that stupid computer screen.

It was currently 9 pm at night, nearly 10. Your small figure glided through the small Crack of the door, shutting it quietly behind you. "Baby, come to bed." She waved you off. "Inna minute." Her voice was sharp but at the same time so incredibly dull. This set something off in you. "Orrr you could do it now." She didn't even respond, continuing to click away at the keyboard. You let out an annoyed breath. "You're annoying." You then say. Still, nothing. "My fucking God." You muttered quietly under your breath, but being so close in the silent room, she most definitely heard it. She didn't stop what she was doing though. Letting out a small chuckle. "No need to be like that." Your eyes only roll at that dumb statement. "Theres every need." Again shes not giving you any time of day. "Don't be a pest." Your brows furrow deeply at her words. "Me?! Pft, I'm not the one being dry." She lets out a deep sigh, it coming out a tiny bit raspy.

That just went straight to your core, but you couldn't let it. You needed to keep pestering her the way you were, in order to get any kind of message across. "You want attention?" There, she finally looks at you for what felt like forever. Her eyes had slight bags under them, making her eyes more provoking, you wanted to give yourself up then and there, but you resist. Playing that game. "Yeah, maybe I do? Cuz you're held up in here, when you don't even need to be." Her eyes dart back to the computer screen ignoring everything you had to say, making your frustrations even more visible. "Bitch." You mumbled, going to walk away.

"Sit." She demands sternly, her voice now carrying a slow, taunting tone in the way she spoke. Her hand grips your arm, tightly. Tingles, you silently swallow feelings that sane tingle go through your entire body. You reluctantly do as told, slowly going to sit on her lap. Her hand moves to your hip bone, having it rest there. But she doesn't keep her focus on you for very long. Back to that damn screen again. That irritation still deep within you, taking only one single flick to ignite. She knew what you wanted, but she still wasn't giving it to you. Why? You huff out, letting your focus go onto the door to the room, not even looking at her. "Why so bratty? All because you aren't getting your own way." It's your turn to stay silent. "Cat got your tongue?" Nada. A breath of disapproval leaves her plump lips. Her eyes occasionally look at you and your posture. Your figure. You always wore a black silk night dress to bed, she loved it. The way it'd fall on your body so beautifully. She could never ever resist you when you wore them.

Maybe that was how to get her attention all along. That, and the brattiness. "Alright. Where's my good girl at?" Silence from your end, you wanted to keep this charade up still. "Hm?" She'd continue when you wouldn't respond. Her finger dug into your hip, making you move around a bit, when you finally look at her. Her eyes were the same as her voice, taunting. Sending a shiver down your spine. Those fucking eyes. "Answer me." Again, nothing. "That's the game you wanna play huh?" Her attention was definitely on you now. For the right reason? Who knows. You wondered if you had fucked up, getting a bit nervous at the way she was acting. So nonchalant, her actions so aloof. She wrapped an arm around you, standing with your legs wrapped around her waist.

She strides over to your bedroom, it being dim. The only source of light was coming from your ensuite, that blood red color from the led's cascading into the room you two were in currently. Contrasting how filthy this moment was truly about to be. Your body fell onto the soft black duvet, the bottom of your night dress riding up in the process. She lets her eyes wander for only a second. Making her way over to the closet. "Billi-" But that was instantly cut short when you saw the mix of her HMHAS belt and chains dangling in her right hand. Uh oh. Was the only thing racing through your brain. You were truly in for it.

She comes over to you, her eyes remaining the same, lust filled libido ones from earlier. God this woman. You watch her left hand as it comes in contact with your chin, lifting up your face to look at her. "Do I even need to utter instructions?" She spoke lowly. Do you test it? Continue to be bratty? She wasn't going to go easy on you either way, so you decided it's probably best to behave for now. You give it a moment, putting both of your hands behind your back. She smirks slightly at how well you obeyed. She moves closer to you, looming over your body to tie the belt around your wrists. "Very good." She whispers near your ear. Your breath hitches, closing your eyes. Feeling the coolness of the metal, making your mouth let out a soft gasp. Feeling those same exact shivers all over, once again.

She stood back, observing the scene infront of her. Usually she'd do that and fuck you right then and there. But oh boy were you in for a rude awakening tonight. She leaves the room, making your brows knit together in such confusion, only for her to soon come back with a small glass of ice. Your eyes widen, drifting from the ice, to her face. It had turned evil. Sexy. You didn't want to admit how turned on it made you when she got like this, but it sure did. She drops to her knees, slowly going for the strings of your underwear, sliding them off your soft legs. Letting them pool around your ankles. Her fingers grip one cube, bringing it to your chest. Your body jolts at the cool feeling.

It being soothing in a strange way, as your body had became super hot. Due to the fact she was tormenting you, her eyes, her voice. Her hands. Your brain couldn't function properly. A small noise escapes your lips as the ice slides across your cleavage. Your eyes shutting in the process. She removes it shortly after, getting you to lean back ever so slightly. Her hands spread your legs apart, making the silky fabric slide up your body. Resting on the top of your thighs. Showing how absolutely wet you were for her. She lets out a low hum. Bringing that same chunk of ice to your inner thighs. Sending your eyes shut and mouth agape again. The cool wetness coating your thighs, having you feeling crazy. Loving exactly how it felt. She thought over her next move, gazing your pussy in anticipation. "Watch me turn your mind into my home." She rasps, still maintaining that lustful manner.

Your head lifts, to look at her as she says that. But you're immediately sent back into the state you were in before, as the ice comes in contact with you folds. A moan finally escapes you, she rests her head on her hand, watching everything unfold. You felt such ecstasy as she eventually slide it to your hole, her mouth opens. Mimicking your tiny gasp. She lets a slight chuckle out. "Cute." Your eyes yet again shut, tugging slightly on the restraints. "Bil-"

"Are you my good girl?"

You swallow. "Y-yes." She meets your eyes as they reopen, tilting her head in a way that made a tiny whimper emerge from your slightly swollen lips. Swollen from all the biting you were doing. "Then zip it." You start to frantically nod, earning a cheeky smirk from her end. "Good." She whispers, bringing the ice out again it melting heaps, but before it has completely she moves it up. Kissing your clit perfectly. The icy feeling making you whine out. Keeping silent with your words knowing what she had just said. You couldn't fight this. She thought. Once it's gone she grabs another one, the chill hits your thighs again. "Cold?" You just give a simple nod. "Hmmm. Good." Feeling the feeling you felt before as the ice cube enters your hole. Your back arches wanting more of this feeling. And more. A tiny tired smile is spread across your face, feeling blissed out.

"Think you're winning? With all your grinning?" No answer, only a shake of your head. "but baby. I got the last laugh." You choke on a moan as her fingers suddenly enter you, pushing the ice further in you. Feeling it melt slowly. Her pace was slow and torturing, watching your face contort in pure pleasure. "There she is." Billie draws out. Loving how she has you. Her fingers eventually pick up the pace, sending you into a fit of moans at the rough manner. You were getting there, so incredibly close. She felt it exactly. So ofcourse she pulls them out. "Billiee." You whine, falling back against the bed. She tuts as you speak. "Uh uh, remember what I said." More whines fill her ears, she fucking loved it. Soaking up every delicate sound you made. "Billi please I've been g-" A hand is met with your mouth. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence." Your eyes roll.

Letting out an annoyed groan, her eyebrow raises. To which you only let out a longer one. She removes her hand from your mouth, watching you continue to make that noise. "Touch me." You seem to demand. This makes billie laugh. A laugh you only heard whenever she found something really funny. But this was more vile... Evil... Vicious. You whimper at the jeering tone she was eliciting. "I'm sorry." You pout, regretting all your past decisions that led to this moment. "But I'm loving watching you think you're controlling me instead." The pout becomes more prominent on your lips. She gets close to your face. "Who made you like this?" Her fingers go between your sticky folds. Gathering the sweet necter on her digits. Eventually bringing it to your face. "Go on baby, tell me." Her voice sounded like how velvet felt.

"Y-you." You mumbled. "Sorry what was that mama?" Her fingers go to her mouth, sucking that previous liquid that was coating them. You gulp. "You billie.." Her eyes move to yours, her fingers still in her mouth. Another hum was heard. "Good girl." You breathe out as she says that, feeling your head fall back into the sheets once more. That same finger comes in contact with your face, gently moving over the skin of your cheek. Before she moves it to your lips, you instantly open them, sucking softly. Being on your best behavior now, desperately wanting that release that she neglected earlier on. "Very, very good. Aren't you?" There was a pause. "Only when you want to be, isn't that right?" You keep silent, the most silent you've been that night.

"Don't go quiet on my now angel." You swallow thickly. Her face was inches away from your own. "Isnt. That, right." "Y-yes mommy." A satisfied grin emerges on her features, loving how you called her that. "Such a good girl, huh? ... maybe I should let you cum." Your eyes lit up. She just laughs at your patheticness. Getting up to go get the strap, attaching it to her body. She unties your restraints, letting your arms free. But not for long. She was swift in moving them above your head with one of her hands, staring deep into your soul. "Mind games until you loose control." She breathed against your lips. Your lids flutter shut, squeezing your thighs together. Failing as her legs felt you doing that, using her knees to spread them again. "Once I'm in, there ain't no letting go." She continued, slowly bringing her hand over your face.

Leading down towards your neck, she tightened just a little, watching as your eyes widen. "So pretty.." She trails off, watching the way her hand fit perfectly around your throat. "Mmm." You shut your eyes, feeling the tip prodding at your entrance. A tiny moan surfaces, her hand still holding your wrists letting her other one run from your neck, to your breasts. Very, slowly. When without any warning she takes one big thrust, immediately bottoming out. Having your eyes roll back and your mouth ajar at the insane feeling. "So tight." Your breathing becomes ragged, her pace quickens as more moans come out of you, louder. Just how she liked. If anything you were driving her insane. Not the other way round.

And exactly like before that euphoric feeling crept up making your vision blur. "Please billie please-" You begged. She adored it, she had to let it sink in. The way your whiney voice cracked. "Go on then pretty girl. Cum for me, you deserve it for being sooo good, huh?" You frantically nod as her pace quickens. Her smirk returns as you take every bit of what she's giving you. The feeling comes round, feeling it come crashing down. Gushing out all over the fake dick. She hums truly satisfied at how fucked out you were right now, your breathing slowly coming back. When all of a sudden, she removes her hand from your wrists but only to turn you over. "B-but-" "you didn't think I was done with you, did you?"

A whimper gets let out, feeling the cock still in your sensitive hole, you felt shakey after that last orgasm, trembling as she slightly moves in you.

"Too much.." you breathe sluggishly, closing your eyes as your face smushes into the sheets.

"Mm, isn't it just." .. "might I remind you that you wanted this earlier, correct? Baby."

[wonderjanga]

Hello!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Yeah, this is just a random thing that I suddenly came up while browsing some Shazam fan arts

What if, Shazam can control his pulse and/or heartbeat/heart rate. Like, a JL league could check his pulse while he's asleep(For no reason or fun) and it's absolutely zero. So, it's hard trying to tell if Captain Marvel is asleep or dead. And about him controlling his heartbeat/heart rate, he can literally control how fast it goes. Sometimes it's just so slow that it's like a dying person, and sometimes it's so fast(I kinda want you to write a story about this...😔😔 If you have time, and have a good day!🫶🏼)

I’ve actually already done this before. Or, I at least had a little tidbit of it in one of my earliest posts. (Marvel Messing with the JL post) I think I also touched up on it a bit in my Barely Human Cap post too, but I’m happy to expand on it though!

Billy can control his heart rate as Marvel. It’s something he found out he could do after Solomon happened to let it slip one time. So, he uses it to his advantage.

Like, the time Junior and Marvel were talking at a little get together thrown by the JL. Then for whatever reason the room just happened to go silent as Junior said what was probably the worst and most embarrassing sense Billy had ever heard. The silence was so loud.

Marvel and Junior: *just standing there as the JL stare*

Thankfully though, Billy and Freddy came up with a plan if anything would ever happen like this.

Marvel and Junior: *lock eyes*

Marvel: *sighs for what he’s about to do, slowly lets his heart rate start to increase and stumbles to lean on a nearby table*

Freddy: “Cap?” *fake concern*

Marvel: *let his hand clench at his chest as he lets out a groan*

That’s right. He’s faking a heart attack.

Marvel: *lets himself fall, continuing to clench his chest*

Supes: *can hear his heart rate and looks horrified* “OH MY RAO!?”

There was a lot of screaming and yelling and all that. Freddy got them out of there thankfully without having to take him to the medbay.

They’ve pulled this move several times.

Anyways, another way he’s used this move before is lying. Since Supes can detect lies based on heartbeat, it’s kinda easy for Marvel. Don’t get him wrong, he’s completely screwed if Diana uses her lasso though.

Marvel: “It’s true!”

Supes: “It is not!” *smiling cause Marvel is a funny guy*

Marvel: “But it is! I fought a giant purple magnifying glass that tried to burn the earth to a crisp!” *making sure his heartbeat is steady*

Supes: “No way…”

Though, he has faced some problems due to this skill. Like the time he went to sleep in one of the medical cots. Just face down, ass up, sleeping without a care in the world. After all, these guys are his friends so why would he care?

Unbeknownst to Billy, because, of course, he was sleeping, Martian Manhunter came in, saw him, laying motionless on the bed and thought he was injured so he went over to check his pulse. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not a single beat. He panicked and alerted the other members. That’s how they held a funeral service with a coffin they got from somewhere.

Marvel: *stirring awake*

Flash: “Can we at least call somebody? I know he has no listed contacts or relatives, but surely we can call someone.”

Wondy: “Flash, it’s highly likely any of Marvel’s relatives would probably be deceased, considering the fact that he’s a demigod.”

GL: “What about that Junior kid? Crap… did any of us call him?”

Marvel: *sits up* “Junior?”

The JL proceeded to let out the loudest culmination of screams ever heard. Canary even accidentally used a bit of her powers.

Supes: “Captain!” *flies over checking Marvel over*

Marvel: “Yeah?” *scratches head, a little too groggy to register the casket he was just in and instead floats out and lands on the ground*

They proceeded to dog pile on him.

[rainroses45]

My Niece is a Goldfish?

۶ৎ description: Imagine when Dean goes to go pick up Sam from college, not only is the news of John being missing brought up but another little surprise was on its way. Dean Winchester x fem! reader ۶ৎ a/n: I have like 4 different incomplete stories in my notes app rn and I'm just so lazy because who the hell wants to read my garbage when people want smut but oh well i tried…not my best not my worst idc (Not edited) ۶ৎ song inspiration: Back to the Basics - Lana Del Rey ۶ৎ Warnings: ZIP ZERO NONE NADA

“Woah dude, why is there a car seat in the back?” Sam stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at the floral pink booster.

Dean had just broken into his apartment like a serial killer in the middle of night, dragged Sam out into the street after somehow convincing him to join him on trying to locate their dead beat father, and now there is a missing infant.

“Great.” Sam thought, “Dean caused an Amber alert.”

“Shit!” Dean scurried to the impala, hoping - no, praying that his brother developed cataracts or something. “I told them not to leave the car.”

“Them?!” Sam followed Dean around the impala. “What are you talking about?!”

“I told her not to leave,” Dean angrily said while dialing your number, “and what does she do,” he puts the flip phone to his ear, “she leaves.”

“Dean,” Sam walked over to him, still being completely ignored, “hellloooo??” He waved his hands in front of his older brother. “Who are you talking about?”

“Pick up, pick up,” Dean ignore him, anxiously tapped his thigh looking around, waiting for the phone to stop ringing, and your voice to answer.

“Okay if you are about done now with your little tap routine, I’m going back-“ Dean grabbed Sam’s shirt pulling him back like a dog on a leash.

“They couldn’t have gone far-” He shoved the flip phone in his pocket, frantically searching the area with worried eyes. “Dean let go man…” “You take that direction and I’ll check this side, maybe if we..”

“Dean, sweetie did you find Sam?”

And is if the lights from heaven sent a giant satellite beam on you, Dean turned around blindly searching for your voice.

“Oh my dear cream of tartar where have you been?!” Dean flared his hands down looking at you like you’ve been missing for months.

“Okay what the actual fuck is going on?” Sam was close to just throwing his duffle bag at the window, heading back into bed, and taking a melatonin.

Dean waved him off unfortunately to his demise. “Not right now bowl head I just saw all of my lives flash before me.”

“You’re such a baby.” You commented. You held what looked like to sam a tiny sack of potatoes with a pink blanket covering it from the winds.

“Does that mean I get to-“

“NO!” Both you and Sam scream - both for different reasons but the same sense of warning nonetheless.

“Okay can someone explain to me what is happening right now?”Sam ran his hands through his hair desperately trying to contain a forming headache from all this mojo of chaos.

“Well my dear Sammy, while you went off to college I decided to adopt the brady brunch- what the fuck do you think happened?” Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance walking over to you and the baby.

Sam now able to adjust his eyes realized the sack of potatoes turned out to be a little baby with the rosiest checks ever.

“I didn’t think you would end up with child.” Dean groaned at Sam’s comment.

“What are we the England Monarch? No of course I didn’t plan on bringing a baby into this world but stuff happens..” Dean trailed off, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal. Sam on the other hand was having a whole mental gymnastics session trying to figure out how the hell things changed so fast.

“How is my little precious princess doing,” your husband pulled the blank down gently to see his daughter’s beautiful eyes peak out. She had the same sparkle and shape as yours to the point he could even see the tiny hew surrounding the pupil - she was beautiful.

“Sorry for leaving sweetheart,” you said to Dean, watching his cute reaction to his daughter gazing up at him. “She was getting fussy in the car waiting so I decided to take her on a little stroll.” You moved her down to your arms, cradling her into your chest.

“Would it have killed you to answer the phone at least?” Dean sighed as the rate of his heart finally matched his breathing.

“Sorry my phone died.” You knew your husband would be worrying about you but by the time you thought to call, you phone screen turned black with a red battery sign on.

“That’s okay just- I don’t know, shoot a flare gun or something just please don’t leave without telling me.”

“I won’t.” You smiled. He in return left a soft kiss to your check and a butterfly kiss to your daughter. She smiled at her father’s touch, making you both smile back; hearts so full with love, before the moment was ruined.

“So I have a niece?”

“No you have a pet goldfish, suprise!” Dean sparkled his hands around annoyingly, if he had known picking up his brother would be this tiring he might have just let Sam be stuck in his cob web filled books. . “How the hell you got into Stanford is beyond me.”

“That’s enough Dean,” you snickered as your husband rolled his eyes. “I think it’s nice to see you again Sam, although on different circumstances would have been nice.” You walked towards the impala, Dean already opened the back door for you as you hopped in with your little princess.

“Wow I just- I never took you as a father figure,” Sam looked down shocked, “I mean I didn’t even see you as one to settle down - no offense Y/n.”

“Umm very much taken Samuel.” You had been dating Dean since you both were 15, so to say he wouldn’t stick around after the shit show of high school was highly offensive.

“Everyone buckle up,” Dean readjusted his review mirror starring at you, as you buckled in your seven month old daughter. His whole life in the back of his car.

Sam clipped in his seatbelt, “Soooo am I going to have to interrogate the baby for answers orrr..”

“This is going to be a long car ride.” You smiled as Dean groaned.

“Well it all started when…”

[allywthsr]

WARMING UP | (l.norris)

summary: you come home from a shopping trip and Lando warms you up

wordcount: 1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: Y/N is friends with Charlotte Síne

advent calendar

”Lando? You home?“

You were coming back from a shopping trip with Charlotte, even after Charles and her broke up, you two stayed good friends. And with you living in Monaco, because Lando and you moved here a few years ago, and most of your friends in different countries, you were glad to have a friend near you.

You just came into the hallway and yelled out for Lando, it was freezing in Monaco, and you forgot to put on your gloves, your shoes also weren’t the best ones to keep you warm, you kept looking out for new ones, but you haven’t found the perfect pair yet. With still your bags in your hands you yelled out for Lando one more time. ”Lando?“

He also didn’t answer, you wondered where he could be, so you put the bags on the ground, grabbed your phone out of your purse, and checked his ’Find My‘ status, you two had the location tracker on, on your iPhone, so you could always see where the other was, it wasn’t like you two were stalking the other, mostly you were together anyways, but it was nice to have it when you’re shopping together in a mall and lose the other. Or for a situation like this, when you came home from something and he wasn’t answering, the little picture you set for him appeared close to you and in your building, quickly you removed your shoes and the rest of your winter clothing and went for the hunt of Lando Norris.

First, you checked the living room, no sight of Lando, next you looked into the kitchen, maybe he was making himself a tea or a snack, but no, no Lando. Maybe the bedroom? Nada. You checked both bathrooms but he also wasn’t there, utility room was empty as well, so the only place he could be was his gaming room. You opened the door and saw him sitting on his gaming chair in front of his computer.

”Lan?“, you softly whispered.

He turned around and his eyes lit up, ”Baby! You’re home.“

He got up and walked to you, embracing you in a hug and pressing a few kisses to your lips.

”Yes, I’ve been looking for you in the whole apartment, even yelled out your name and shit.“

”I‘m sorry, I didn’t hear you. I guess my headphones were too loud.“

”It’s fine, are you streaming?“

”No, just playing some games with the guys, I can log off after the round?“

”Mhm, please.“

He kissed your lips once more and put his hands on your cheeks, stroking them, ”Baby, you’re freezing! Imma log off now, do you want to lie down on the bed? I‘m coming to cuddle after I make you a hot chocolate, yeah?“

You nodded and put your head on his chest, breathing in his scent, with one last look in his eyes, you turned around and went to the bedroom. With fresh clothes, that belonged to Lando, and under the warm covers you already warmed up a little, yet you waited for Lando to come and cuddle you, that way you would be warm in no time.

”I got your hot chocolate, even added some marshmallows, why are you so cold?“, he placed the mug next to the bed on the bedside table, opened the blanket, and slipped in next to you, he opened his arms and you cuddled close to him, lying your head on his shoulder. He reached over to the bedside table and gave you the mug with the hot beverage, you carefully took a few sips after you sat up and answered his question.

”I don’t know, I guess I need actual winter shoes and thicker scarfs, maybe gloves too.“

”Baby, I told you multiple times you need to buy more winter clothing.“

”I know, but it’s so expensive and I can’t seem to find something I truly like.“

”If you want, we can go shopping for clothes tomorrow.“

You nodded and cuddled closer to his chest, you could already feel that your hands got warmer and your feet were warming up too. His legs were entangled with yours, and he tried to keep them as close as possible to his own, giving his warmth to you. You drank the rest of your hot chocolate and gave the empty mug back to Lando, so he could put it back on the bedside table.

”But how was your day with Charlotte?“

”It was good, we had a lot of fun, I can show you the stuff we got later or tomorrow, I tried to find new shoes but you know me, I always buy what I don’t need. I need more space in our closet because I bought like five new hoodies.“

”Why do you buy yourself hoodies? You mostly wear mine anyway.“

You let out some air, ”I know, I just like hoodies, what can I say.“

He let out a laugh and cradled you closer, rubbing your arms with his hands to try and get you to warm up quicker.

”Are you warming up?“

”A little.“

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder again and hugged you close while pressing several kisses to your head, making sure you were comfortable. The comfort he was providing made you sleepy, and your eyes started to close more often.

”I hope you know how comfortable you are, Lan.“

”And I hope you know how perfect you fit inside of my arms, love.“

”I will fall asleep in a second, but please don’t leave me, you’re too comfy.“

”I need to change into my sleepwear, but then I am yours for the night.“

He got up and quickly pulled off his sweatpants and T-shirt, exchanging the shirt for a different one and he kept on his boxershort, he went to the bathroom for a pee and then came back to cuddle you.

”Baby, you’re freezing again.“

”Because you were gone.“

”I am here now, let’s sleep yeah? I will not let you go all night.“

With that, he laid down on his side with you in front of him and he pulled you close to his chest, keeping you cuddled to himself all night long.

[eroselless]

PATO - SIX

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, smut, unprotected (wrap that willy before you tap it!) p in v, cunnilingus. 

note: Hi guyss, sorry it took me a while to get this out. I’ve been a little bit of a rut lately and I wanted this part to be as good as I could make it. It’s longer than I expected it to be but like I said I wanted it to be as close to perfect as I could get it. This part specifically has been a long time coming. I hope you guys enjoy it :) 

SPAIN, JUNE 2023

2nd trimester/month 6/week 27

The sun casts a warm glow to the kitchen as you make your way in. Your arms stretch over your head, feeling a gentle ache of your growing belly. The comforting aroma of fresh bread and brewing coffee drifted through the home, Aunt Ines busy as usual. 

“Buenos días, mi vida,” she greets you, moving to grab you a plate of food. She coughs into her elbow as she nears you, making sure to keep her cough away from you and the food. She sets the plate down in front of you, smiling. 

You echo her warm smile as you take your seat, a slight pallor in her complexion and the way she rubbed her wrists absently. Your eyebrows furrow as she continues moving through the kitchen. “Are you ok? Has estado tosiendo bastante y te veo como pálida.” You have been coughing a lot and you’re looking a little pale. 

She waves her hand dismissively. “It’s just a little cold, I’m fine,” she says. You frown, remembering how she had a temperature a couple of days ago. “Ines, deberias ir a doctor a ver que te dicen,” you say, not entirely convinced. You should go to the doctor and see what they say. 

“No señora,” she insists. “Ademas, ya fui la semana pasada y dijeron que no era nada serio.” No ma'am. Besides, I went last week and they said it wasn’t anything serious.

You sigh, deciding not to press any further. “Ok but take it easy today with your errands.” she makes a face, teasingly rolling her eyes at you. She gives you a reassuring pat on the back. Now, have fun with Carlos today," she added, her eyes twinkling despite her evident fatigue. 

Returning her attention to the kitchen, she moves about checking the cupboards for things. Probably looking for things she wanted to get for you, wanting to cater to the weird cravings you’d been having. 

"Where is Carlos?" you ask, suddenly realizing you hadn’t seen him that morning. 

Ines glances at you with a knowing smile. "He's out getting some things for your trip to the beach," she says, her eyes twinkling. She sends you a wink and presses her lips to your hairline as she makes her way out.

Your cheeks feel warm, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending all day with him. He’d been at the house almost every day, eventually moving into your cousin’s old bedroom. It was temporary, he’d help you with things that Ines couldn’t, even accompanying you to doctor appointments when Ines had to go out of town. 

His belongings were scattered around the house — his shoes by the front door, and toiletries in the bathroom. His clothes even began to show up in your closet when you would borrow shirts and sweatpants because they were so much nicer than yours. 

In the bathroom you splash cold water on your face, suddenly feeling flushed. Carlos had been wandering in and out of your mind more often than not. Morning after morning, he came out of his room, face puffy and hair wild. His relaxed disposition was a fresh breeze in the home, a welcoming change in how you’d seen him in the garage. 

In the kitchen, he’d trail his fingers over your waist, a ghostly touch as he maneuvered around you, reminiscent of when he smeared ice cream on your face. He’d playfully pinch the bow of your lips, a delicate, affectionate gesture like how one might pinch a nose.

Facing the mirror, you begin to fix your hair, but your gaze traps you as you catch your own eyes. Brushing the strands away, your mind is unable to shake him from your thoughts. His nose’s gentle slope, the tender stubble on his cheeks, and the soft crease of his bottom lip hold you captive.

Yet, beneath these tender musings, shadows of insecurity lie still in the back of your mind. Even before Carlos, comparisons with Alexandra would torment you, doubts gnawing at the edges of your mind about your changing body. The spiral of uncertainty twined around your thoughts, whispering that maybe it was your flaws, now more evident than before, that pushed Charles away.

Determined to feel confident, you wave away the thoughts. You chose a simple but flattering outfit for the beach, hoping to look nice for Carlos. You slip into your bathing suit, a huff escaping your lips as you eye your legs. You’re ability to shave had slowly dwindled as your pregnancy progressed.

You grab your razor and shaving cream, giving up almost immediately as your belly obstructs your view and your reach. Soft coño escapes your lips as you sag on your spot at the edge of the bathtub. Fuck. 

“You ok there?” you hear from the door. Carlos leans on the doorframe, eyebrows raised as he watches you. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I … I can’t reach my legs very well,” you admit, avoiding his gaze. 

His eyes soften as he steps closer without hesitation. “Let me help you,” he says, voice filled with a gentle assurance. You look up at him, jaw open ready to come up with an excuse as to why it’s fine and you can go without it. His eyebrows raise once again as if to say just let me help.

He guides you to sit on the counter while he sits on a stool below you. Your legs dangle slightly as he settles in front of you. The small bathroom is filled with the sound of running water and the light scent of shaving cream. Your chest swells with a mixture of emotions – anxiety, gratitude and the recurring feeling of your heart racing.

“Comoda?” he asks before he begins, eyes meeting yours. Comfortable? With cheeks flushed you nod. “Yeah, I’m ok.”

He lathers the shaving cream over one leg, hand lifting your foot to settle on his thigh. He’s gentle and attentive, his movements sending a warmth through you. 

He moves the razor in precise strokes, careful as he does, making sure that when he drags the razor over your skin he doesn’t knick you. Your eyes flutter shut as you relax, letting yourself enjoy the sensation of his fingers massaging gently into your skin. You suppress the shivers that threaten to spread over you as he drags the razor just over the inside of your knee. 

He moves to the next leg, moving just as softly, his hands never faltering. You missed this – being taken care of in this way. The warmth of another person’s touch. You open your eyes, peering down at him. You smile at him tenderly as he meets your gaze. “Thank you, Lo. I literally wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

His heart flutters lightly at the nickname and gives you a smile as he finishes up with the last few strokes of the razor. "All done," he says, his voice gentle. "How do you feel?"

"Better," you admitted, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Thanks again."

Carlos stood up, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "Of course," Carlos replies, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His chest fills with an emotion he wasn’t ready to name yet.

As you exit the bathroom, the air between you is changed, rattling slightly with unspoken emotions. There’s an ever-growing mixture of relief and longing. Your heart aches for more of his touch. 

“Ready to head out?” Carlos asks, breaking the silence. You nod with a confident tone in your voice. “Ready.” 

The Spanish coast was breathtaking, the azure waves gently kissing the shore. The beach was framed by rocky outcrops and lush green hills, it created a picturesque backdrop that was pulled right out of a postcard. The water shimmered under the midday sun, a dazzling array of blues coaxing you in. The pine and palm trees dotted along the shoreline, offering refuge from the sun and a touch of rustic charm to the coastal scenery. 

The air was filled with the rhythmic sound of the sea and the occasional call of a seagull. The beach was fairly empty, save for a few laughs of small children playing nearby gracing your ears. You lay on a lounging chair, eyes wandering to where Carlos stood, his back to you. He was setting up a small beach umbrella. You give in to his alluring physique, eyes examining his every move. His skin glowed with a golden hue, his muscles only accentuated by the light and shadow. He moves with an effortless grace, each movement sending ripples over the expansion of his back.

His dark hair catches the sunlight as it’s tousled in the gentle breeze. You find yourself staring, unable to tear your eyes away from how his muscles shift under his tanned skin. You want to drag your fingers over the flesh, to feel it moving under your touch. 

He turns back, catching your gaze. “¿Qué tanto miras?” he teases, eyes full of amusement. What are you looking at so intently? 

You blush, eyes flickering to the sea behind him. “Just admiring the view,” you reply, trying to make it seem like you weren’t shamelessly ogling at him. He joins you, sitting on a chair next to you. Your thoughts seem to wander again as you watch him. There was that feeling from earlier, the same one from the picnic, the same one from the ice cream parlour and the same one that seemed to taunt you every time you looked at him. 

After a while, you wade into the water. You float carelessly in the gentle waves, the buoyancy easing the weight of your belly. You sigh contently, closing your eyes as the cool water surrounds you. You dive under the surface, the world above you fading into a muted hum. The water feels like silk on your skin, the gentle currents a soothing balm to the ache of the beating sun and worries that gnawed at you. 

As you surface, your face breaks into a gentle smile. You run your hands through your hair, pushing it from your face. The weightlessness of the water brings you a sense of peace you haven’t felt in a long time. 

The sun is starting to fall closer to the horizon when you make your way up the beach and now it’s Carlos’s turn to watch you intently. The water clings to your body, droplets coating your skin. The sun shines beautifully behind you, the scene making him wish he could take your picture and place it along with the works of art in a museum, knowing full well that your beauty would surpass that of the paintings that surrounded you.

“I could live in the water,” you murmur, voice full of contentment. He watches your thoughtful expression, captivated by how you seem to find peace in the simplest of things. You dry yourself off, face pressed into the soft material of your towel. He can see how your belly seems to weigh heavy and how you could float endlessly in the water without feeling the heaviness of your daughter.

“Can I try something?” he asks. With a puzzled look on your face, you nod yes. You’re only further confused as he moves behind you, hands looping through your arms to cup your underbelly. He lifts it slightly, instantly relieving the pressure. 

You gasp, sagging slightly in his arms. “Oh –” your voice tinged with surprise. “That feels … amazing.”

Carlos adjusts his hold. You can feel his breath against your neck as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. It sends a warm and steady shiver down your spine. The intimacy of the moment sends a rush through you both, emotions beginning to simmer close to the surface. 

He feels the weight of your body against his, the slight tension of your muscles easing away as he holds you. The physical closeness feels electric like the feelings harboured in the last couple of months coming to a boiling point. 

“Do you ever miss this?” your voice asks softly, breaking the comfortable silence that settled around you.

Carlos’s eyebrows furrow slightly. “Miss what?” he asks. 

You hesitate, searching for the right words. “Being touched.” You pause for a beat.

“Not just physically, but... intimately. The little things, like having your hair pushed back or your hand held. Those touches that mean more than just contact."

Carlos’s grip tightens slightly, a wave of understanding washing over him. "Yes," he admits, his voice thick with emotion. "I guess I do. It’s not just about sex, right? It’s about feeling connected, feeling... cared for."

You nod, a mixture of feelings building in you. "Exactly," you whisper. "I’ve missed that so much. With Charles, it was like those little touches just... disappeared. Even the smallest gestures mean so much."

Carlos’s heart ached with empathy and affection. "You could say I’ve missed it too," he says, his voice low and earnest. Against his own judgement, he drags his nose along the juncture of your shoulder and neck, pressing the most innocent of kisses there. It makes you want to melt into his arms, fingers gripping his forearms delicately. The moment hangs between the two of you, charged with the weight of your unspoken feelings. You stand there for a while, his hands slowly setting your belly back down. His hands now rest on the sides of your belly, neither of you wanting to part the other yet not wanting to admit what was transpiring at the moment. 

There was a guilt that floated between you. Less than a year ago, you were in the arms of his teammate and now you found yourself in Carlos’s embrace, unable to admit this was where you wanted to stay. There were so many alarms going off in your mind, so many things telling you to run for the hills, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go. The world fades away, for a fleeting moment, as you bask in the simple, profound intimacy of his touch.

The ringing of a phone brings you back to reality and you stumble out of his reach, heart pounding slightly. You answer, pressing the device to your ear.

“It’s the hospital,” you say, voice trembling. “Ines has been admitted. We need to get there right away.” 

Carlos’s heart sinks. “Let’s go then,” he says. "We’ll get to her as soon as possible."

You hurry to gather your things, the playful moments at the beach now overshadowed by worry and urgency. 

​​*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You’re sitting in the waiting room, Carlos’s hand rubbing circles on your back when a nurse calls your name and urges you to follow. She guides you towards Ines’s room, it’s dim and quiet except for the beeping of the machines coming from the other rooms. 

The doctor is waiting for you at the door as you arrive and greets you, his expression grave. "I’m Dr. Martinez. Ines has been diagnosed with severe pneumonia. Given her age and the delay in seeking treatment, her condition is quite serious. Pneumonia can be particularly dangerous in older patients because their immune systems are not as strong, making it harder for them to fight off the infection."

Your heart sinks, face going pale. "What... what does that mean for her? Will she be okay?"

Dr. Martinez sighs softly, choosing his words with care. "We’re doing everything we can. She’s on antibiotics and oxygen therapy to help her breathe, but the next 48 hours are critical. Her body needs time to respond to the treatment. We’ll monitor her closely, but she’ll need to stay in the hospital for several days at least."

You feel tears begin to sting your eyes. "Can talk to her?"

"Yes," the doctor says. "You can see her, but only for a short time. She needs rest."

You and Carlos exchange a glance before stepping further into the dimly lit room. Ines lays in the hospital bed, her skin pale, her breathing laboured. The sight of her frail form, surrounded by machines and IV drips, made your heart ache with guilt and fear.

"Ines," you whisper, your voice breaking as you move to your aunt’s side, clutching her hand.

Ines’s eyes fluttered open, a weak but reassuring smile spreading across her lips. "Sophie, cariño," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. "Don’t worry about me. I’ll be out of here in a couple of days."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you squeezed her hand. "I’m so sorry, Ines. I didn’t know you were feeling this bad. I should have noticed —"

Ines shakes her head gently, her eyes full of love and determination. "Hush, mi niña. You’ve had enough to worry about. I’ll be fine. Just take care of yourself and that little one. Carlos," she added, turning her gaze to him, "take care of her for me."

Carlos nods, his face set in a determined expression. "I will, Ines. You just focus on getting better."

Ines’s eyelids drop slightly as she fights against the fatigue. "You two should go home and rest. Come back tomorrow. I’ll be here, and we’ll talk then."

Your heart clenches at the thought of leaving her alone in the hospital. "Okay," you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Ines’s forehead. "We’ll be back first thing."

Carlos gives Ines a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before guiding you out of the room. You walk in silence back to the car, the weight of your worry and guilt pressing down on them.

The drive home is quiet, your conversation at the beach now a distant memory. As you step into the house, the familiar surroundings seem to mock your earlier happiness, now overshadowed by fear and uncertainty.

Carlos closes the door softly before turning to face you. As he does, he meets your eyes as they begin to shimmer with tears. He reaches out for you, pulling you as close as he can as you let the tears fall. Your face is pressed into the fabric of his shirt, the smell of the sea still clinging to it. 

Your mind is racing, guilt settling over your shoulders and your heart aching at the image of Ines in the hospital bed. “I feel so guilty,” you say, voice cracking. "She was so focused on taking care of me that she neglected her own health. I should have seen the signs. I should have done something."

Carlos's hands wrap around you, brushing your damp hair away as he presses his lips to your hairline. His grip is firm and reassuring. “You couldn’t have known, she didn’t want you worrying.”

You shake your head in frustration, more tears spilling over. “But I should have noticed, I should’ve done something. Even just this morning, why didn’t I realize?” 

Your eyes are tightly shut, emotion overtaking you. Carlos cradles your face in his hands, eyes soft as he looks at you. “We’ll do everything we can for her, you're not alone. We’ll get through this together,” he reassures you. 

You nuzzle your face gently against his palm, eyes never leaving his. You manage a weak smile, grateful for his words even as your heart weighted heavy in your chest. 

There's a beat of silence between you, filled with the unspoken feelings you’d been dancing around all afternoon. There was that small voice in the back of your mind again, telling you to jump ship, to put the feeling to rest. And you listen to it. Without another word, you retreat into your respective rooms.

​​*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You lay in your bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. Your mind keeps spinning and spinning, images of Ines in the hospital bed, her frail form surrounded by machines, played over and over in her head. The fragility of life, the suddenness of illness, made you acutely aware of how precious and fleeting their time together was. Then images of the beach today begin to bloom in your mind. His arms around you, his breath on your neck, his chest pressed to your back. What if we run out of time? What then?

Unable to stand it any longer, you swing your legs over your bed, pulling your body out of bed. Your steps are silent on the hardwood floor as you pad your way to Carlos’s room. Your heart pounds in your chest as you approach his door, a little light escaping from underneath it. You hesitate before raising your hand to knock.

Before your hand makes contact, the door opens and Carlos stands there, eyes wide in surprise. 

“Y/N,” he breathes softly, a hint of relief in his voice. “I was just coming to see you.” the same restless thoughts plaguing you were driving him back towards you. 

Your breath catches in your throat, tummy rippling with nerves as you meet his gaze. “I couldn’t sleep,” you say. 

Carlos steps aside, gesturing for you to come in. "Me neither.” 

The room is too silent as you step into it. The weight of unspoken words hung between you, and you can’t stand it. The room is a reflection of Carlos, it’s organized, and a few things are scattered around the room. Books, some training gear, pictures. 

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your heart as it races in your chest. “I need to say something,” you say abruptly, turning on your heel to face him.  Carlos’s eyebrows furrow, his concern evident, but he remains silent, waiting. 

Your fingers begin to drum nervously on your protruding belly. “I don’t know how to say this,” you start, your voice cracking. “I’m scared that I’ll keep it in for too long, and when I finally pick up the courage to tell you it’ll be too late.”

Carlos watches you, his expression softening with a mixture of concern and hope. His silence was both comforting and agonizing, giving you the space you needed while making you feel like you were dangling over an emotional precipice.

“I get this weird feeling when you're around,” you confess, your words tumbling out faster now. “And it gets worse when you’re not. It’s like I have a string tied to my sternum that only pulls me toward you at an unrelenting pace. I’m so scared that one day it’ll snap and I won’t be able to reach you anymore.” The metaphor felt apt; your feelings for Carlos had become a constant, pulling you towards him no matter how hard you tried to resist.

Carlos’s eyes widen slightly, a glimmer of understanding flickering in their depths. Yet, he remains still, his body tense with anticipation.

You begin pacing the room, your thoughts spiralling. “I know there’s so much wrong with me,” you continue. “I used to date your teammate; hell, I’m pregnant with his child. I always bring him up because there was so much that I wanted from us, from him — that he threw to the wayside, along with everything that we had.”

You pause, feeling the sting of old wounds. Mentioning Charles was like reopening a barely healed scar, but it was necessary. Necessary for Carlos to know how much he meant to you, despite the circumstances you found yourselves in. 

“But with you…” your eyes begin to water as you look back at Carlos, your voice softer now. “You showed me that I am worthy of the love that I so crave, that I am not just someone’s mistake or second choice. I think about you when you’re gone, I think about you when you’re here…”

Carlos takes a tentative step closer, his eyes softening. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of fear and excitement. He longs to close the distance between you, to hold you and tell you that everything will be okay. But he hesitates, grappling with his own doubts and guilt.

You feel your heart breaking with the weight of your unspoken emotions. “I can’t help how much I’ve grown to love you over the last couple of months, and I can barely contain it. I feel like it could drown me.” You hesitate, glancing down at your hands, which are now trembling.

Carlos’s breath catches at your words, a surge of hope and fear flooding through him. He takes another step forward, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I wish we had met at another time,” You continue, your voice barely above a whisper. “A time when you wouldn’t have to deal with all of this, and we could start from the beginning, just you and me. As much as I tried to guard my heart, I couldn’t help the warmth you brought every time I saw you. It broke down my walls faster than I could build them up. And even now that I fear that it’s too broken to fix, it is all yours.”

Carlos feels his own heart swell with emotion, a mixture of joy and fear. He wants to tell you how much he loves you, how much he has been holding back, but the words seem to catch in his throat. He takes another step, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to cup your face.

Carlos closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that is both tender and filled with longing. The intensity of your connection, the strength of your feelings, poured into the kiss, a culmination of all the unspoken emotions and shared moments between them.

He whispers your name softly as he pulls away, his voice thick. “I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to complicate things, but I can’t keep denying how I feel either. I love you. I’ve fallen in love with you, and it scares me because I don’t want to let you down. I don’t want to let her down.”

Your breath catches at his words, his hands falling to your belly, a wave of relief and love washes over you. “Carlos, you could never let us down. You’ve been here for me, for us, every step of the way. You’ve shown me more love and support than I ever thought possible.”

Carlos shakes his head slightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination. “I’m afraid I’m not enough. I’m afraid I’ll never live up to what you deserve or what the baby needs. But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel this way. I want to be with you. Completely.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as the weight of your fear and doubts melt away in his embrace. Carlos’s hands move to your waist, pulling you as close as he can. He leans in, giving you one last glance before pressing his lips to yours. You feel your body erupting with goosebumps, a welcome shiver coming over your body. 

He’s happy but he’s just as terrified as you are, the weight of his love for you mingling with his own insecurities. But now that he’s opened Pandora’s box, there’s no going back. 

You pull back slightly, your breath coming out in shallow puffs as you look up at him. His eyes are threatening to spill over with tears, mirroring yours. “I don’t want to waste any more time, Carlos. I want this, I want us, you. Completely.”

“I want that too, so badly.”

You feel emotions swell in your chest once again as he cups your cheek with the palm of his hand, cradling you with the utmost care. His hand moves to your throat, gently wrapping around it. The action makes you gasp quietly but he pulls you forwards until your lips meet once again. You let out a groan, giving Carlos room to push his tongue into your mouth.

He removes his swollen lips from yours to trail them over your jaw, threading his fingers through your hair to gently tug at it, lulling your head back to give him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. He’s desperate to finally feel you, to show you how much he’s wanted this, wanted you. His fingers disappear underneath the hem of your shirt, pulling it off in a sweeping motion. He holds his breath as he takes your body in, wondering how he’s gone so far without seeing you this way. 

He sits you on the edge of the bed, getting to his knees. It's a familiar scene from earlier when he knelt below you to shave your legs; but now it's dripping with a new, dangerous feeling. He kisses along your shin, ghosting his lips higher and higher up your leg. “Ay, mi vida. Te quiero comer a besos,” he says, nosing your soft skin. I wanna cover you in kisses. 

Once he reaches your knees, you see him peek up, as if to ask you for permission for what’s to come next. You give him a small nod and feel his fingers hook onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You hiss at the cold air, feeling shy suddenly and bringing your thighs together. He tsks teasingly, fingers gripping your thighs. 

“Eres tan bella, mi vida.” He coos, lips pressing a kiss to the meat of your thigh. You’re beautiful, my life. “No te escondas de mi.” Don’t hide from me. You lean back on your elbows, sheepishly opening yourself up to him. 

He attaches his lips to the inside of your thighs, leaving wet trails over them as he delves higher. His fingers find their way to your aching core, using two of them to part your lips before pressing his tongue there. Your mouth falls open as he laps at your arousal, a whine lost somewhere in the back of your throat. 

He hooks an arm under and around one of your thighs, making sure to keep you open. He briefly sees how your head now hangs between your shoulder blades, eyes screwed shut as he continues his assault. He eats as if he’s a starved man, frightened by the possibility of never being able to get his mouth on something as sweet as you again. The grunts and whines coming from the both of you echo through the room. They’re obscene and lewd but they only seem to spur the two of you on. 

His thumb traces small circles on your sensitive bud, sending bursts of throbbing pleasure through you. You let out a gasp, curling forward to reach for his hair, pushing his head further into you. He hums as you pull, sending vibrations through your body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your hips tremble against him, thighs threatening to close around his head. You're gasping as he brings you to the brink. You come undone, the knot in your stomach snapping entirely. 

He gradually stops, pulling his mouth away to watch as your face contorts in pleasure. Your skin was almost glowing, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Your chest heaves, bare only for him to see. It would be a sight he’d never get tired of. Standing back up, he grasps your face in his hands, tenderly pressing a kiss to your lips. He pinches your cupid's bow gently when he pulls away before pulling his own shirt over his shoulders. He discards his pants, underwear strained as he climbs into bed. 

Pulling you into the center of it, he sits you facing away from him, straddling him backwards, legs tucked under you so that he can feel you as close as he can. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hands begin to wander. His touch is featherlight yet it leaves a burning trail wherever it goes. His lips are all over your neck, pulling your hair to the side so he can nip gently at your earlobe. “Eres tan suavecita aqui, ‘mor.” he whispers. You're so soft here, love.

His hands move from your mid-section, sliding up your belly to caress the globes of your breasts, squeezing them gently. You can feel him stiffen behind you as you let out a string of moans. He pinches your puffed nipples, rolling them between his index finger and his thumb. His fingers move to grip your hips, fingers so tight you think there’ll be bruises in the morning. 

Your hands reach back to caress his face, leaning into his stubbled cheek. He pushes you forward onto your hands and knees, hands making their home on your hips once again. He journeys over the hills of your body, his lips peppering sweet kisses over the expansion of your back.

He pulls his boxers off and you feel it brush up against you. You look back and watch as Carlos sighs in relief. You let out a small whimper as you feel his cock begin to press against your sensitive core. He lets out an identical whine, beginning to lose himself to the pleasure. He slowly pulls you further down until your bum is flush with his thighs. “ Carlos —” you whine out as he begins to create a steady pace. 

He rolls his hips forward, a spring tightening in your gut. His lips ghost over your back, whatever free hand he has, trailing delicately over your sides. He forces himself to start slowly before gathering a proper rhythm and picking up the pace. 

“Joder bebé,” he says. Fuck baby. There are sharp sounds of skin hitting skin in the air, growing louder and louder as his hips continue to snap against yours. 

“Me encanta sentirte estremecer contra mi” he cooes, fingers moving to rub at the sensitive nub between your legs. I love to feel you shake against me. There’s that bubble of pleasure growing in your gut and it makes grow wetter as his fingers press into you. “Please, Carlos,” you cry, climax nearing quickly once again. A hand finds its way into his hair as he fucks into you faster, determined to get you there once again. 

You can feel his teeth nick your shoulder as you feel your orgasm shake through you. A drawn-out moan escapes you as the muscles in your body tense for a second before relaxing in his embrace. 

He makes a makeshift ponytail in your hair, moving against you quickly. With a hand wrapped around your front, he pulls you up from your spot, your back colliding with his chest. You feel so good around him, pressed against him. He can’t hold back any longer. “Ya no puedo –” he doubles over, breath catching in his throat. I can’t – His thrusts begin to feel slow and sloppy and you feel him cum, thick and hot. 

His chest is heaving as he settles you down, one last kiss pressed to the top of your spine. You wince as you feel him pull out, juices dripping down your thighs. He lets out a curse under his breath and you’re not entirely sure if it's out of pleasure or the fact that you’ve made a mess of his sheets. 

Your breaths are ragged as he leans you back into the bed, making sure to prop pillows up around you. He presses his lips to yours, sighing as you relax into the bed. Your eyes feel heavy as you watch him make his way to the bathroom and come back with a wet towel. He presses it gently between your thighs and does his best to clean whatever else dripped onto the bed. 

Neither of you caring all that much, deciding it was better to switch out the sheets in the morning, he settles back into bed with you. He curls an arm around your back so you’re snuggled comfortably into his side. There’s no whispering in the back of your mind as his breathing begins to lull you to sleep. No voice telling you to watch out, no one telling you that you shouldn’t be in this bed. It doesn’t feel like just another bed. Here with him, it feels like home. 

Your bare skin pressed to his, you feel sleep take a tighter hold of you as Carlos drags the tips of his fingers delicately over your arm. You hear one last thing before sleep finally takes you. 

“Te amo.” 

Note: Te amo and te quiero are two very similar ways of saying I love you in Spanish. The way I grew up saying it was that te amo was more intimate and reserved for loved ones, family or partners. Te quiero can convey the same thing, it can also mean I want you, but it’s more platonic than the latter. 

tags: @kravitzwhore @janeh22 @apollosfavkiddo @leah-also-known-as-creatoronwp @tremendousstarlighttragedy @sltwins @bwormie @marshmummy @honethatty12 @staplerrrr @smithieandy @loloekie @musicheaux @jeondeluxe111 @dessxoxsworld @xoscar03 @emryb @yl90 @poppyflower-22 @a-distantdreamer @raynetargaryan @halleest @cosmoscoffeee @crying-in-fangirl

strike through => tumblr won’t let me tag you!

[shiki-jin]

YOUR CELESTIAL MAJESTY • SAGAU

(part 0 here)

was listening to TruE on loop while writing the last part of this, it's genuinely such a good song ugwvdya

also can you spot the contradiction ;D it's plot relevant i promise

not proofread, dont bully me ill write a thesis on why youre a meanie

—

you had long deleted genshin, since you had other things to do. you had wanted to go back to the game for a while now, now that you were less busy, but there was just one little problem.

it was now taking up nearly triple the amount of space that it was when you uninstalled it. around 300 whole gigabytes.

jesus christ, what phone can even handle this???

your phone, apparently. because as you opened the game to see if maybe a miracle would happen and that if maybe they would just, like, remove half of the things in the game, it just… kinda loaded?

no installing new files, no checking for anything, no nothing…. just an immediate pan to the gates of celestia.

you decided to check if it was the right genshin since this was just way too weird, but countering your judgement, every link you found led you to the same game, leading you to believe it not to be a bootleg or an illegal version.

guess i’ll trust it then.

you clicked on the gates which opened smoothly, and your screen turned white. then, the symbols of the seven elements appeared in gray.

and then the game just… opened. no loading time, once again. no getting stuck on the geo symbol, nothing. nada. just a smooth entrance into what you had to assume to be teyvat — but your surroundings didn't really support that claim.

the grass was brown and just looked off, the sky was gray. a darker shade than, say, mond’s walls, but it was like one of those game crashes.

well, except you could still move around.

you moved your current character around (the traveller? since when were they the only one in your team?) and decided to open the map after not figuring out where you could possibly be.

hold on, this is springvale? since when?

eveything looked dead, like it had been rotting for a century. you tried to ignore it though, and teleported to the inside of mondstadt. surely this was just some glitch, right? one that would fix itself if you teleported?

maybe the world loaded incorrectly, maybe the fact that nothing took time to load meant that it couldn't load, maybe this or that, maybe…

maybe this really was how the game looked normally. you hadn't done any quests though, so you wondered if it could be restored.

you took a screenshot of the your surroundings — the stone, worn down and dirty. the houses which looked to be in a horrible state, and… the npcs, all sickly and pale, like they were starving.

you went to reddit (yes, reddit), and posted the screenshot, asking if it was normal.

you closed the game and decided to take a nap, too tired to really deal with this shit any further.

while you slumbered, people replied to your post.

╰┈➤ lol me too anon, me too

╰┈➤ isn't the game closed or wtv? how'd you get this wtf

╰┈➤ they're trolling

╰┈➤ o makes sense oops

╰┈➤ So we’re all still mourning huh

╰┈➤ jokes aside that's a super impressive edit ngl

you remained unaware of the truth, but you'd find out soon enough.

actually, you'd find out now, apparently…

what the fuck?? why is my bed so hard now?

you groaned and forced your eyes open, seeing a dark, nearly black sky.

the only light was a single star, lingering right above you.

“since when was i outside...?"

a voice spoke to you, answering your question.

“you always have been, have you not? but would you like to head inside, my lord?”

... huh? i recognize that voice...

—

p.s. place your bets on who it is, i’m thinking of one specific character but if there's a fan fav i'll make it them instead since i haven't written anything beyond this point (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

p.s.s. don't expect updates to this series too quickly, i wish i could write as quick as i think of ideas but sadly that's not the case orz

[4theluvofsapphos]

Butterfingers - Ch. 2

Melissa Schemmenti x Futch Mechanic!Reader

A/N: no beta, but this is a shorter chappy but it's filler for big things i promise!!!! let me know how u like this one :3 enjoi!!!!

warnings: nada

chapter 1 here

tags: @10gay-keysmash01

Wandering through the halls of the school, you took your time– meandering about from machine to machine, checking stock. Nothing seemed to be amiss aside from a minor repair on the primary hallway vending machine. The thing seemed to have a busted display panel, so users wouldn’t know what they were picking, fate deciding whether or not their corn nuts would be barbeque or ranch. 

As you unscrewed the punch pad’s panel, you thought about your giant duffel bag carrying a cartel-sized amount of snacks for the teacher’s lounge. 

A small chuckle escaped your lips at the thought, something amused you about the idea of a bunch of adults wanting candy and Cheetos. In a way, you found it wholesome. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it, you thought. It made sense, they were around kids all the time– and kids had some of the best snacking inventory out of all of humanity. 

The sound of a familiar voice ripped you from your thoughts,”Hey new guy! What tech-centric genius IT thing are ya doin’ over there?” 

Janine jogged over to you, (miraculously) out of breath in the four hurried steps she had just taken. Your eyes glimmered with the question. 

You were always something of a teacher. Loving to teach, and more than that, loving to see people learn new things. There was something so satisfying about seeing the gears turn, before clicking things into place and watching a machine whir to life just as it should. 

“Oh! It’s nothing too serious, actually. The LCD here seems to be busted, so it’s just a matter of getting a replacement part and plugging these little wires back in right here.” You gestured to the small 5 pin wires needed to connect the screen to the rest of the vending machine. 

Janine nodded, clearly not entirely there. She seemed to be looking around for something, and her eyes lit up as soon as she (assumedly) found that thing…or person, rather.

You didn’t mind the dismissal from Janine– you knew your interests were boring to most, or just too complex for people to care about much. Rifling through your repair bag, you opened a large plastic container with multiple small compartments. Various pin wires, replacement nuts and bolts, and most importantly, a small handful of packaged LCD screens sat in the different compartments. 

Taking one out of its plastic, you stuck the container back in your bag, before looking over to Janine, only to see that she was waving down the fiery headed teacher from the day before. She was approaching rather quickly, alarmingly so, actually– how on Earth did a woman so petite move so damn fast?!

Brushing aside your unnerved feelings for the mach one woman racing towards you, you turned back to the pin holders still sticking out of the machine, connecting the red and blue wires, before going to connect the black and yellow ones. 

“What is it, Janine?” The woman grunted, seemingly annoyed she had to detour. “I’m boutta’ to be late for class, and so are you, kid. Whaddya even doin’ over here– oh.” 

The older woman’s gaze went from the beaming young teacher, to your face, before darting away. 

“Yeah uh. Hey.” She muttered, shifting uncomfortably from one heel onto the other. Something in you crumbled at her reaction to your presence. Did she really not like you? Maybe it was just because it was early morning…that’s what you told yourself to calm your rising anxieties. 

Smiling in response, you let out a little hum in greeting, before turning back to your work. 

Melissa clutched her jacket tighter around herself. You noticed she used it like her shield. Something hardened and tough to protect her, maybe? You didn’t have time to speculate– Janine hopped up, patting you on the shoulder and jogging off to class. 

“See you, y/n! Glad to see you’re settling nicely!” Janine yelled as she rounded a corner, disappearing.

“Oh- uhm! Bye!” You called after, turning to the machine, before looking over at Melissa, who stood there– seeming to hover, as if waiting for something. 

You looked up into those prying green eyes, lips pursing tight as you thought of what to say. 

Looking down to your duffel of snacks, you suddenly realized what she was likely waiting for. Grabbing the grey bag with one hand, you lifted the bag while standing up. Melissa followed your gaze, having to crane her neck to see your eyes. 

“Sorry about that, I totally thought you were waiting to talk to me– you probably want this, right?” You asked sheepishly, opening a compartment in the duffel, and handing her a small Butterfingers. The bright yellow packaging gleamed in the fluorescent light of the halls. 

Melissa’s brows knitted, an unreadable expression crossing her features before she smiled small. 

“Oh...thanks, hon.” She sighed, seeming almost disappointed. You cracked a smile at this, knowing she would’ve wanted more than just the one piece of candy. 

“I’m messing with you, red. I have this for you.” With a swift motion, you grabbed a quart sized Ziploc bag full of the glimmering yellow and blue candy. 

The redhead’s eyes bugged out to the size of dinner plates at your grand display. 

“Holy fuckin’-- damn it, you really didn’t hafta do all this! When I said some, I meant a few. Do you know what a few looks like?” 

Your features lit up with a nearly face splitting grin,”Several, right? Which is more than two, but not many, but many is a lot, and this is only a quart size. So by definition, you could say this is a few, isn’t it?” 

Melissa’s eyes rolled so hard they almost fell right out of her head, a smile threatening to spill onto her features. 

She gave a small laugh, and the sound had you grinning even harder, somehow. You presented the bag to her with two hands, the duffel half open on one arm, your tool belt on your other arm, and your repair bag hanging off of your wrist. You looked absolutely insane, but something about that fact seemed to endear Melissa.

She carefully took the bag, cheeks puffing out with how surprisingly hefty the bag was. “In any case, you’re absolutely insane n’ I think you’re crazy for this.” She chuckled halfheartedly, her features hardening to a level of genuine sincerity. “Thank ya, though…really. No one’s ever really done…this for me. Get me my favorite candy n’ what not. So. Yeah. Thanks..”

Before you could say anything back, Melissa turned on her heel and sped off (at that alarmingly fast speedwalk). You let a small puff of air out of your nose, something like a laugh. But you’d never laugh at Melissa Schemmenti. She wasn’t someone to be laughed at. Turning back to the LCD you’d been fixing, you plugged in the remaining connectors, before screwing the panel back on and plugging the machine back in. 

As expected, the screen flickered to life. You nodded to yourself, before standing up and heading to the teacher’s lounge. 

–

Melissa settled into her classroom while the kids went about writing their daily plans and writing prompt for the morning. Looking at the bag sitting in her lower left drawer, she noticed something sticking out of the mound of Butterfingers she’d recently come into possession of. Opening the bag, she grabbed the slip of paper, unfolding it carefully. 

Hey Red,

Hope you don’t hate me for my clumsy introduction. Found these fresh from the factory for you. 

Enjoy!

y/n

Melissa’s lips parted, before she quickly crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash. She couldn’t do this, not again. 

Not another repairman, not another relationship.

But if you were a woman, did that make it different?

[wileys-russo]

I NEEEED a bf leah fic about going to NY with her because she has been pulling some ultimate looks. Maybe being at the basketball game with her and her trying to explain everything to you as well as being super touchy because she can feel people looking at what’s hers

jorts II l.williamson

"leah for the love of god please tell me i'm seeing things and you are not wearing prada loafers with nike tube socks right now." you shook your head in disbelief as you finished doing your hair and returned from the bathroom.

"you know how it is, prada or nada baby." the blonde grinned smugly from where she was sat on the edge of your hotel bed, putting down her phone as she drunk you in.

"come here." the taller girl purred, quickly standing to her feet and reaching out for you, taking your hands and whistling as she spun you in a circle.

"hello sexy." the defenders hands fell possessively to your hips as her eyes hungrily roamed your exposed cleavage spilling out of the lacey black bralette which just peeked out of the chocolate brown oversized button up you were wearing in place of a dress.

her pupils dilated at the black leather knee high boots which completed the look, jaw clenching as her tongue licked slowly at her lips making you smile smugly, adoring the obvious effect you had on her.

"oh god leah...jorts?" you groaned ruining the moment as your gaze flickered down to the washed denim which hung to her knees, pushing her away with a roll of your eyes.

"jorts are in at the moment love." the blonde retorted with her usual cocky smile, slipping on a few rings as you swapped over your earrings. "right to go?" leah offered you her hand, grabbing her phone off the bed as you slid your room key into your clutch.

"i hate that you can make anything look good."

~

"so we want the blue team to win right?" you clarified quietly, tapping at leahs hand which was placed on your thigh. "for once yes." leah chuckled, slender fingers tracing lines on your warm skin as she banged on about the rules, you only half listening as you simply hummed.

"at least try to pretend like you care darling." leah chuckled quietly offering you a sip of her drink as you tried to take the cup, giving her a look as she moved it back.

her eyes boring into yours expectantly you knew what she wanted, so with a roll of your eyes you lent forward allowing her to put the cup to your lips, not missing the quiet warning not to roll your eyes at her again which followed.

you took a swig before your girlfriend moved the cup back, ring clad thumb wiping a few loose droplets from your bottom lip, your stomach fluttering at the simple gesture as the blonde turned back to the game, squeezing your thigh gently.

everything was fine until the buzzer sounded for halftime, leah leaving you with jason as she disapeared to get the two of you another drink, placing a loving kiss to the side of your head as she stood.

however when she returned to see her seat was filled by another body her good mood was instantly diminished. the blonde was easily fifty metres away but already saw on your face that you weren't comfortable, much as you tried covering it up with a fake smile.

"sorry mate, seems you're in my seat." you let out a silent sigh of relief as your girlfriend appeared in front of you, glancing down to you wordlessly checking in as you gave her a small nod of assurance.

"we're just talking, there's a seat there." the man nodded behind him to jasons vacant seat as the movie star had been briefly whisked away by a few of his peers for a photo, the stranger not even sparing leah a look as you glanced up at her with pleading eyes.

the blondes jaw clenched as she watched the american place his hand on your shoulder and you went rigid, hands fidgeting with the bottom of your dress shirt as his eyes shamelessly wandered your body.

"yeah there is. and i'm sure you've got one elsewhere, so why don't you run along and go sit back down in it." leah warned, voice now octaves deeper as her eyes glared into the side of his head. "look doll-" the mans gaze finally lifted from you and his face slackened seeing the english captains bright blue orbs piercing down on him angrily.

"oh shit you're leah williamson." the man realised, eyes widening as he shot to his feet and took a step away, allowing your girlfriend to sit back down, placing the drinks by her feet and stretching her arm protectively over the back of your chair.

"nah not me, sorry mate." and with that the blondes hand which sat on your shoulder grabbed your chin, the defender leaning in and rewarding you with a searingly passionate kiss, your breath hitching as she wasted no time slipping her tongue in your mouth.

by the time she pulled away with a slight pop, leaving your lips somewhat bruised and a little swollen the man had scurried off back to wherever he'd come from.

leahs own lips curled into a cocky smile as yours tingled from the feverish kiss, brought back down to earth as leah turned your head to meet her eyeline, hand still gripping your jaw only now a lot more tenderly.

"did he do anything to you?" the blonde asked seriously, perfectly plucked eyebrows furrowing with concern as her eyes roamed your face for any sign of discomfort. "no he was only sat there for a minute or two before you came back, I told him i was here with someone but he wouldn't take the hint."

"i should have poured my fucking drink on his head, smug prick." leah muttered angrily, letting go of your chin and pressing a much softer kiss to your forehead. "hey calm down. i'm okay, don't let him spoil our evening." you grabbed her hand and squeezed as leah nodded, downing her drink in one and exhaling, rolling her neck a few times as her arm stayed wrapped around your shoulder.

"besides, once we get back to the hotel later baby i'm yours and only yours." you whispered to your blonde lover as the game recommenced, causing her cocky smile to only grow wider.

"in that case then i'll make sure the entire hotel are reminded who you belong to as well." leah murmered in your ear as she kissed at your rapidly blushed cheek.

"all mine. my most pretty girl."

[definitelynotshouting]

I want to know more about the hiding the cat thing, how’s you manage that?

okay so in december of 2018 me and my cousin, who had moved in with me earlier that year, heard a knock on our door about two minutes after a house guest had left. On the other side is said house guest, who eagerly informs us that there is a VERY sweet and friendly kitten roaming around out in the parking lot

To quickly set the scene here: it is 45°F out and the sun is going down. We are in pajamas. Neither of us are even wearing shoes

Both of us, avid cat lovers, charge down the stairs to pet this cat, who is indeed very friendly and INCREDIBLY sweet, trotting right up to us and purring up a storm. My cousin looks at me. I look at him. "Absolutely not," I tell him, because our apartment has a strict $300 pet deposit policy and neither of us have that kind of pocket money lying around.

"But TJ," my cousin says, in a voice i have come to recognize as a precursor to the world's most obvious yet effective attempts at emotional manipulation, "it's cold outside. And the highway is right there. Wouldn't you feel so terrible if you woke up tomorrow and–"

"OH MY GODS," I say, very loudly, "GO. JUST TAKE HIM INSIDE, GO GO GO."

My cousin scoops the kitten up (who doesnt protest even a little), runs up all three flights of stairs so fast he fucking blurs, and now we have a cat. in our apartment. and no pet deposit.

Ofc we did make the obligatory attempt at finding his original owner. He was far too sweet and friendly to be a proper stray, and while he was very thin he still had soft fur and wasnt super scruffy. We very quietly asked around, put up some carefully worded signs in the neighborhood, checked in with the local shelters-- nada. Nothing. Not a single peep about this cat. And after a full week of bonding, both of us were 100% set on keeping him.

Honestly, hiding him from our apartment wasnt anything spectacular. We're indoor-only owners, and our friends pitched in to help us get him neutered, get his shots, and essential supplies. We had two inspections during the 3 month period we saved up for a pet deposit, and both times we just hid his stuff in our cabinets, put him in his cat carrier, and took him to someone else's house for the day. Once we had the money we needed and could actually spare it, we went to our leasing office and informed them we wanted to adopt a cat.

"Oh thank god," I distinctly remember hearing the woman who handed me the appropriate paperwork say. "We're so grateful you went through the proper channels for this. Nobody ever does that, and it's such a hassle for us. What's your new cat's name?"

"Oh, of course," I replied, with what i think was frankly admirable composure. "I'm always happy to be helpful. And we've decided to name him Anarchy."

[littlespoonevan]

i'm sorry i'll never shut the fuck up about how BIZARRELY 911 handled buck and ali i've never seen a show approach a relationship like that before?????????? like, she shows up in 2x08 as buck's surprise date when he's trying to put himself back out there again and hey, that's great!! she seems nice and they got along during the earthquake!!! but then we hear nothing again until 2b where buck makes exactly one (1) reference to her in a conversation with maddie in 2x11, saying she's around but that she travels a lot for work, and then it's CRICKETS for another 6 episodes. like absolutely nothing. nada, zip, zilch, her name does not leave anyone's mouth until suddenly. suddenly. she reappears in 2x18 and is..........helping buck find an apartment??????? that she wants a lot of say in because apparently their relationship is that serious???????? and then she's at the hospital when buck wakes up from surgery and maddie and carla are joking that buck doesn't even realise they're in the room bc she's there and it's just like excuse me this woman is a sTRANGER???????????? the first time i watched i literally forgot he was supposed to be in a relationship. i paused in the middle of the loft scene and went to check if i'd somehow accidentally skipped an ep like???????? what was the point!!!!!!!! was it just so she could break up with him at the end of the ep????? because almost dying and having his leg amputated wasn't trauma enough????? unhinged behaviour on the writers' part honestly