#I WAKE UP OVER 12 HOURS LATER AFTER TAKING IT.

[candyredterezii]

[motorsportbarbie13]

The Princess & The Pilot

In which Lando Norris meets his childhood crush, who just happens to be an actual princess.

Warnings: none Pairing: Lando Norris x BritishPrincess!Reader Word Count: 3.5k or something

(quick note: running late for a meeting this morning but wanted to get this out. I'll update the tag list later tonight when/if I have time. Enjoy the new seriesssss!)

Master List

There must be a foreign power invading London. 

That is the only reason you can think that your assistant would be waking you up at 8am the morning after you spent nearly 12 hours entertaining Argentinian foreign dignitaries with your father yesterday. When you had tumbled into bed at 2am after the state dinner the previous night, the last words you had mumbled to Noelle were ‘please don’t wake me up before noon tomorrow.’ 

This was supposed to be your one day off after attending engagements with your parents four days in a row. 

“I’m so sorry, your highness.” Noelle whispers from where she stands at the foot of her bed. You immediately wonder if the palace groundskeepers would be willing to install a set of locks on the doors to your apartments that only you had the keys to. 

“Noelle, you’ve been my assistant for how many years now? You can call me by my first name.” You grumble from under the thick cream duvet that you had tugged over your head moments before. 

You glare at Noelle but immediately regret it when you see the anxious look on the older woman’s face. This wasn’t her choice, you realized. “What does my father want now?” 

Noelle worries at the corner of her lip before holding out her cell phone. “He’s been trying to reach you for an hour now. Insisted I come wake you up.” 

“He’s been unable to reach me because he swore up and down last night that I’d get today off from anything family related.” You complain, unable to keep the whine out of your voice.  

Tossing off the covers, you swing your legs over the side of your king sized bed before reaching out to take Noelle’s phone from her. You can see the active call ticking away with your father’s name on the caller ID ‘HRH King Edward’ 

“Good morning Papa.” You expertly adjust your tone, knowing that if your father hears one single hint of grouchiness in your voice you’ll never hear the end of it. “Everything okay?” 

“Your brother is sick.” His tone is brisk and you try to tell yourself he doesn’t mean to be short with you. He is literally the King of England after all. You’re sure he’s got a few things on his mind beyond worrying about waking his youngest child up at the crack of dawn. 

“Does he need me to bring him something? Soup? Medicine?” 

Your father scoffs on the other end of the line. “Don’t be silly.” He scolds. “My doctor has already been in to see him this morning. It’s just the flu, but he is contagious.” 

You’re silent on your end of the phone, knowing there is more to come as the news of your older brother being sick didn’t really warrant an early morning phone call. 

“I need you to take over the engagement he was going to do today.” 

It takes every ounce of royal training for you not to groan. You’d been attending events and engagements all weekend long, standing in for your mother who also was sick with the flu. “Can’t Mike do it?” 

Your youngest brother Michael was in his final year at Oxford before he’d go on to do the requisite military training but he was still able to engagements here and there. 

“Michael has exams this week, so he is unavailable.” 

You nearly suggest your sister-in-law Charlotte take her husbands place but know that would also be turned down as she’s been busy with her new well baby charity and juggling having two young children at home as well. The weight of the expectations of being the second eldest child of the King of England hangs heavy on your shoulders as the sunlight pours in through the curtains Noelle has drawn back. It’s a gorgeous spring day in London, which you know is rare this time of year. You had been planning on spending the day out on the private gardens that are tucked away in a hidden part of the palace not open to tourists reading a book in the quiet. 

“What’s the engagement then?” You sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that once again, your family duties were coming before your own personal agenda. 

You tried so hard not to be resentful of the weight of who you were and most of the time, you were fine with your station in life. You lived a very privileged, if not somewhat regimented and controlled, life as the only daughter to King Edward and Queen Matilde of the United Kingdom. Your parents, while busy with their own lives and duties, adored you and your two brothers, Sebastian and Michael. They had worked hard when you were younger to make sure that you and your siblings were raised as normally as possible, which hadn’t always been easy. 

“You’ll be going out to the Silverstone Circuit in Towcester to meet with some people from the McLaren Formula 1 team. They're the Duke of Dover Awards newest partner and their drivers are doing some laps the track with children from the local schools. They’d like to take you on the track too.” 

Your brother had started the Duke of Dover Awards when he had married Charlotte 10 years ago and had inherited the title as the heir to the throne. The foundation awarded hundreds of thousands of pounds each year to kids and teenagers that applied to be recipients of grants to improve their communities, start small businesses, and conduct scientific research. It was your brother’s brainchild and baby and you were shocked that Sebastian had agreed to allow anyone that wasn’t him to go near an event of theirs. 

Sighing, you stand and shrug on the silk robe that was hanging form the little hook next to your bed. You were certainly not getting a day off today, now were you? “Okay, sounds straight forward enough. Does Noelle have the details?” 

“Yes, Noelle has everything you’ll need. Thank you for helping, little dove.” 

Your heart squeezes as the nickname your father has used since you were a toddler. You knew he carried a heavy weight with the crown on his head and expected nothing but the best from himself, and by extension you and your siblings, at all times because of it. He meant well and loved you fiercely, you knew that but sometimes it got lost in the legacy of what it meant to be a Windsor. 

“Of course, Papa.” 

You hang up and hand the phone back to your assistant. “Papa says you have all the details. Could you have everything printed out so I can read it in the car. Towcester is quite far away, isn’t it?” 

“About an hour and a half, if traffic is good.” 

You nod, mind jumping into preparation mode. The timeline that had landed in your inbox while you had been on the phone with your father said you needed to be there a little after 1pm, which gave you enough time to get ready. “Can you call Tibby, give her the details and have her pull some outfits for me? I can do my own makeup and I don’t think I’ll need anything fancy for hair, yeah?” 

Noelle nods, eyes skimming her emails. “Your brother’s valet says he was planning on wearing jeans and a jumper, so it sounds casual. Natural makeup and a sporty ponytail, maybe?” 

“That’s fine, I can do that myself.” Sometimes it chafed at you how much had to go into your appearance. You could never really go out looking sloppy or unkempt because the bad press that it inevitably invited drove your mother crazy. If your father was preoccupied with the weight of his crown, your mother was preoccupied with the weight of what her image meant to millions of people. It was a difficult relationship to navigate and you didn’t always do a good job, so you tried to maintain at least the minimum appearance standards your mother requested just to appease her. 

Noelle snaps into action, calling Sebastian’s valet to get some more details on the people that will be present along with any other notes he had thought important. You pad towards your private bathroom to take a shower and get ready for what you assumed would be another routine royal engagement. 

And boy, how wrong you were. 

“Are you nervous?” Oscar mutters as he comes to lean against the counter in the garage next to where Lando stands, scrolling on his phone.

Lando looks up, confusion knitting his brows together. “Nervous for what?” 

As far as he knew, this was just going to be another routine event with some kids and the Duke of Dover, who he'd already met last year during the race at Silverstone. Nothing to be nervous about really.

“To meet the princess!” Oscar chuckles, knocking his shoulder into Lando's.

“Princess?" The crease on his forehead deepens even more. "I thought it was the Duke that was coming. Isn’t it his awards thing that we're partnering with?” 

Oscar shrugs. “Zak said the Duke is sick. His sister is coming instead. Apparently she just pulled in as well. Sophie is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Something about not being prepared for her."  

Oh. A thick sense of anxiety settles in the pit of Lando's stomach. Oh fuck. This changed things. He certainly hadn't been nervous before but now he was, knowing that it was you that he'd be driving around the track instead of your brother.

Like most guys his age, Lando had grown up with photos of you taped to the back of his door and indulged in several...interesting and not very polite fantasies when he was in his teens. In fact, now that Lando thinks about it, you were probably his very first crush. You had been the first princess to be born into the Royal family in two generations and the press had fallen in love with you the day you were born, dubbing you the English Rose that was going to save the monarchy.

Once you reached your 18th birthday and debuted into society, taking your place beside your older brother and parents by working for the family full time while going to university to study international business, the country had fallen even more in love with you. Your family was well loved by the entirety of the Common Wealth but you? You were absolutely everyone's favorite Windsor by a country mile. And that included the British Formula One driver.

"You okay, mate?" Oscar's thick accent shakes Lando out of his day dream.

"Oh, yeah." Lando replies weakly, rubbing the palm of his hand over his jaw, glad he had shaved this morning and put a bit of extra care into his hair.

"Boys!" Sophie, McLaren's head of Public Relations, yells at the entrance of the garage, fists on her hips as she taps her toe glaring at the pair. "The princess is here and everyone is waiting on you."

"Coming." Lando mumbles, desperately trying to tamp down the nerves that are making his stomach do somersaults. This is like a teenage wet dream come true.

Just outside the garage is a group of people clustered around several McLaren sports cars waiting to get started. Lando can see Zak chatting with you from 50 meters away and he loses all ability to think straight when he sees you in person for the first time. You're dressed in dark wash jeans that hug your curves and, much to Lando's surprise, a papaya colored knit jumper. With your hair pulled back in a high ponytail, your delicate features on full display. He couldn't help thinking how much better you looked in real life compared to the glossy magazine photos he used to keep tacked up to his bedroom wall.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lando, Oscar, and Sophie approaching before Zak does but you don't allow the group to distract you from your conversation with McLaren's CEO. That kind of behavior would send your mother into a tailspin. She hadn't sent you off to boarding school at the age of 12 for nothing after all. But you can't help how your stomach twists when you lock eyes with the boy with the curly hair. A nervous ghost of a smile plays at the corner of his full lips, sending goosebumps exploding over your skin.

"Oh, there they are!" Zak finally notices the drivers and Sophie and moves to introduce everyone. Behind you, Noelle hovers, lying in wait to correct anyone who might break royal protocol when it comes to interacting with you. You desperately wish she would've let you come alone.

Introductions are made and you try your hardest to ignore the way your skin sparks when you shake hands with Lando. Zak explains how the afternoon is going to go and that Lando is going to take you around the track on a hot lap while Oscar and a few other reserve McLaren drivers take the kids out behind.

"Nervous, your highness?" Lando asks as he checks the chin strap on your crash helmet.

The way your stomach dips when he smiles at you has nothing to do with nerves.

"You're about to whip me around this race track at speeds that could kill me, I think you can call me by my first name, Lando." You tease, deflecting the real reason your palms are sweating.

Lando blushes, eyes falling to the ground. "I guess that's true. Just didn't want your lady in waiting to tackle me for committing some protocol crime, I guess."

The laugh that escapes you would send your mother into a complete fit it's so sudden and loud. "She does look like she's lying in wait, doesn't she?" Your eyes dart above Lando's shoulder where Noelle stands, eyes trained on you as if she's expecting someone to attack at any moment.

"She's just a little...protective." You say, voice going soft. "Last year we had a little incident where I was being stalked for several months. The guy thought we were engaged and he somehow managed to get around my protection officers and into my building at 3 in the morning. They caught him outside my door with duct tape, rope and a knife in his bag."

Your eyes go wide with horror as you realize what you've just said. No one in the public knew about that, your parents had insisted on keeping the investigation quiet. The man had been sent to a psychiatric facility with the blessing of his family and charges hadn't been filed in order to protect your privacy. You had no idea why you had just spilled one of your most closely kept secrets to a veritable stranger.

"Well then I'm glad she's here to watch over you." Lando's voice is quiet, like he knows you don't want others overhearing this conversation. "I'd hate to think of anything happening to such a pretty girl."

For several moments, the busy pitlane falls away a bit as Lando's hands remain on the straps of your helmet and he looks at you like he's known you for your entire life. You're used to people staring at you and being under the microscope but the way Lando looks at you makes you want to squirm in the most delicious way possible.

"Okay, you two!" Zak booms, shocking you out of the little bubble that had grown around you and Lando those few moments. "Lets get you out on the track. Lando, please remember this is a member of the royal family, I'd rather not have to leave the country if you injure her."

"What kind of knight in shining armor would I be if I hurt the princess in my charge?" Lando quips, aiming a wink your way before rounding the hood of the low slung papaya colored McLaren.

You can't help the way you snort in response to his flirting, it's so ridiculous but you also can't ignore the way your stomach twists in delight at the way Lando's tongue works around the word princess while he looks at you.

You had to be careful though. Despite Lando being famous and well off in his own right, you were even a step above that and life had taught you that even the most well connected and rich men saw you as the ultimate prize. Who wouldn't want to marry the only daughter to the King of England, even if they had billions. You can't buy a real royal pedigree. Not like the one you had, dating back generations on both sides of your family.

No, you couldn't allow yourself the luxury of lowered walls but you could allow yourself to indulge in a little innocent flirting, because that's all it would ever or could ever be with Lando Norris.

"Zak, can I file a workplace injury claim if I've gone deaf this afternoon from her screeching?" Lando complained as he held out a hand to help you out of the McLaren 45 minutes later.

"I have no idea what you're talking about! Princesses don't screech." You sniff, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you yank your hand out of his grasp the moment you're steady on your feet.

Lando snorts now, rolling his eyes, enjoying the color that flushes in high on your cheekbones. He was the one to make you blush like that and it sends a zing of arousal straight to his cock. While you had been in the car with Lando, before he had scared the daylights out of you, he'd been able to overcome the initial nerves of meeting his boyhood crush and had settled into a flirty conversation. The way you two bantered back and forth so naturally was new to Lando and kind of unnerving to him, but in a good way.

"I'm inclined to believe if the princess was driven to 'screech' that it was all your fault, Lando." Zak jokes with a shrug before turning to you. "Thank you so much for coming out this afternoon and filling in for your brother. We got some great shots of you guys on the track and before with everyone together."

You nod, smiling at the group that's now gathered. Beside you, Lando has wiggled his way between Noelle and yourself so he's settled in at your side. "Wonderful. I'm sure they'll be the perfect content you guys all need. Is there anything else you need from me today? Did all the kids get laps on the track and the merch bags?"

Sophie nods, "Yes ma'am, no one left empty handed."

You sigh internally knowing that the day is almost over. You can taste the freedom of the back seat of the Range Rover where you can finally let your mask down for a few extra moments. You loved days like this, busy and filled with lost of interaction with the public but it was also exhausting beyond measure. You knew you'd sleep well tonight, having attended events nearly every night for the past 9 days.

"Good, thank you." Your eyes find the McLaren CEO who stands across from you. "Zak, I assume we'll see you at the awards gala Saturday night?"

Zak nods, "Yes, Oscar and I will be there."

You can't help the bit of disappointment that blooms in your chest when he doesn't say Lando's name. You hate it and ignore it the best you can because it simply isn't acceptable. So instead you lean on your years of training and upbringing to hide your true feelings. "Lovely, I can't wait to see you both again."

As Lando watches your car pull away, he can't help but feel a little disappointed that your time together is up.

"What awards gala was she talking about? Why wasn't I invited? Lando practically whines, turning to Zak once the Range Rover is out of sight.

Zak chuckles "You were invited Norris and you turned it down because, and I quote, 'you don't do boring awards dinners that aren't written into your contract'."

Lando kicks at a rock with his sneaker, feeling a bit foolish. "Well, I guess I'm just going to have to make an exception for this one then."

Zak narrows his eyes, not liking where he thinks Lando's head is going. "Listen Norris, I know your personal life is none of my business."

"And you'd be right in that assesment, Zak." Lando responds cooly.

Zak holds his hand up, "But I'd be remiss if I didn't remind you that whatever I think is going on in your head about the woman that just left the track is probably a bad idea. A princess like her is not able to have a casual relationship like the ones your used to. Just..." Zak pauses, trying to put his advice in the best words possible. "Just be careful, okay?"

"Message recieved loud and clear, Zak." Lando mutters before turning and walking back towards the garages.

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

summary: You and Sirius are in dire need of a new coach just weeks before the Olympics. Remus is a former figure skating prodigy forced to retire after a career-ending injury. Though it's not smooth skating right away, those stiff Olympic village beds are dying to be broken in.

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Remus still wakes before dark every morning. It’s automatic, an urgency and excitement that thrums through him like an old instinct, born from years of his alarm clock rousing him at this time. The rink is always at its best right now, when they’ve just finished resurfacing the ice and no one else is around. It was Remus’ favorite time to practice. 

Now, he has a new reason to get up. His hip clicks as he does it, so he starts his day with a couple of proactive painkillers. If he really wanted to be proactive he would stretch like he’s supposed to, but there’s no time and Remus doesn’t feel like it. He’ll pay his toll for the negligence later. 

The webpage of his Airbnb boasted a five-minute walk to the rink, but with his hip it takes Remus seven. It’s like an odd sort of muscle memory, an old routine from another life that feels as bitter as it does comfortable. He heads out early to give himself some cushion. The streets are empty but for bakers and baristas, the first hints of dawn tinging the sky a deep blue. When he turns a corner and the rink comes into view, the absence of his bag hanging from his shoulder is a phantom ache. 

The front doors are locked but the side one staff uses isn’t, the Zamboni driver already inside. Remus lets himself in, makes a cup of tea from the hot water dispenser they leave out when concessions are closed, plants himself on a bench, and waits. 

And waits. 

And waits. 

Remus has nearly nodded off when two pairs of shoes come bounding up to him. Well, one pair bounds. The other drags. 

“Hi, sorry we’re late.” You’re breathless and hauling a sullen-looking boy along behind you by the hand, but you manage a smile when Remus looks up at you. “I had to run over and get him out of bed. It’s good to meet you!”

You hold out your untethered hand. Remus might normally stand to take it, but he no longer feels like doing you the courtesy. Your grip is firm and warm. 

“You were supposed to be here at six,” he says. 

You wince. “I know. Sorry, Sirius is really not a morning person.” 

Remus thinks that he might put more stock into your apologies if you looked a tad more contrite. As it is, your countenance is almost cheery, a fizzy eagerness about you as you look between him and the ice like you can’t wait to get out on it. 

In stark contrast, the ill-tempered boy behind you seems not to have a clue where he is. He looks rumpled and disoriented, squinting in the rink’s fluorescent light. 

“Then why didn’t you pick another time?” Remus asks. 

He hadn’t realized he was still looking at Sirius, or that the other boy could talk, so it’s a surprise when he answers. “Wasn’t my bloody idea.” 

By the way you grin, Remus wonders if you’ve even heard the obvious bitterness in your partner’s tone, or whether it’s gone straight over your head. 

“I like the rink better early,” you explain. “No one else ever comes before the hockey practice starts at nine, and they’ll have just finished resurfacing the ice.” 

Begrudgingly, Remus nods. “I always preferred it about now, too.” 

He realizes immediately that his agreement was a mistake, because your smile grows into something far too brilliant for the early hour. Christ, what has he gotten himself into? There’s you, starry-eyed and effervescing all over the place, and your partner, who looks more inclined to fall asleep on your shoulder than put on his skates. 

And this is the pair skating duo Remus is supposed to take to the Olympics. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Watch that back foot!” Remus shouts across the ice.

Sirius doesn’t look happy about it, but he corrects the placement of his skate, transitioning smoothly into the next synced turn. 

“Good,” Remus murmurs to himself. 

Once Sirius got out on the ice and woke up a bit, he was good. He skates with the technical proficiency of someone who’s been in the sport since before they started primary school, and the intuitive artistry of someone who loves it. You’re much the same, though your virtuosity and obvious competence are consistently undercut by hesitation, the grace of your movements interrupted when you second-guess yourself. But these—technical prowess paired with devotion—are the basics of what makes a good figure skater. You’ll have to be flawless if you want to do well at the Olympics. 

And Remus has found many flaws. 

“No, no—shit!” Remus stands as you fall out of your jump again, catching yourself on your forearms. “You’re still under-rotating! Come on!” 

Sirius snarls a quick “Hey!” over his shoulder before turning his back on Remus, going to help you up. He speaks to you quietly, checking you over as you stand. Remus seethes. 

He has no clue why he’s been called out here to coach a pair. Remus doesn’t know pairs, has never been a part of one. He was a solo skater. And frankly, it makes him wary that what’s supposed to be the best skating pair in Britain has asked him, a former solo skater who’s been isolated from the figure skating community in general for the past two years, to coach them. But Remus does know figure skating. And he knows when skaters are making stupid mistakes behind their skill level. 

“What aren’t you understanding?” asks Remus as you skate back to the edge of the rink. He really wants to know. “It’s simple. You can do this.” He knows he could have. As easy as breathing, and he would kill to have the chance again. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

Sirius’ glare is sharp as knives. He steps off the ice before you can, positioning himself between you and Remus. Your lips purse with a knowing sort of apprehension. 

“Sirius…” 

“No, you don’t talk to her like that,” Sirius spits. “It was a tiny mistake.” 

Remus raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “I’m trying to help her! It was a giant mistake, with a simple fix. You ought to be telling her the same, unless you’re okay with your partner snapping her ankle weeks out from competition.” 

“None of that means you get to fucking yell at her! Who do you think you are?” 

“Okay—” 

“I’m her coach,” says Remus, voice rising, “and—”

“Then coach her! Maybe if you’d give some actual fucking feedback instead of just nitpicking—” 

“Okay!” Your shout cuts through the space, echoing in the empty rink and silencing the other two. “That’s enough.” 

You haul Sirius back by his shoulder. Your grip doesn’t look severe enough to move him, but he goes, stepping back to your side. His eyes never leave Remus’. 

Your own gaze jumps between both boys, that same spark he’d seen in you earlier burning with a different light. 

“Let’s call it for today,” you say firmly. “Okay? We’ll try again tomorrow.�� 

Neither boy speaks, though Remus nods. It seems to be taking all of Sirius’ willpower to bite his tongue. He gets the impression it isn’t something he succeeds at often, so Remus isn’t ashamed to say that it brings him a perverse sort of joy to see it now. His tiny bit of smugness fizzles out, though, when your eyes land on him. There’s something desolate in your expression that’s a salient deviation from how you’d looked at him before. Remus has the sinking feeling that he’s disappointed you. It’s more distressing than he can account for. 

“We’ll be here on time tomorrow,” you say in that same steady tone. “And my jump, I’ll work on it.” 

Remus nods again. You return it, and when you turn to leave, you drag Sirius after you by his shirtsleeve, picking up your bags along your way. Remus’ mouth feels dry. His lips are chapped, his fingertips hurt from the cold, and the sight of your skates sinking into the rubbery floor makes his hip ache terribly. 

It’s only once you’re nearly out of earshot that he manages to mumble, “Thank you.”

[incognit0slut]

i hope this is how to send a request cuz this is my first time requesting anything. but i wanted to ask if you could do a story of spencer x reader of when he comes back home from prison in season 12? i don't know if i want it to be girlfriend and boyfriend or if they're married i don't really know, sorry. but i don't really mind either way. hope you can write something like this, thank you :))) <333

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Home is whenever I’m with you

Category: angst, hurt, comfort, gn reader ~1.7k words

He’s back. Your boyfriend is back. There's a tangle of nerves in the pit of your stomach at the mere thought of seeing him again, especially after all that’s happened. You get to hug him, to kiss him, to feel the softness of his thick, beautiful hair under your fingers again.

But not now. His mother is missing. Those are the words Emily spoke to you over the phone after she called to let you know he’s released. It’s ironic, to hear such wonderful news just to be followed by something so disheartening. And the guilt creeps in, that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, if you had gone to visit his mom as planned, this nightmare could've been avoided.

“Do not blame yourself,” Emily adds, her voice is a lifeline in the chaos of emotions. It's as if she can read your thoughts, know exactly what you're feeling without you saying a word. “Just stay where you are, okay? I've got agents keeping an eye on your building. I'll keep you updated."

You're left with no choice but to accept. Your boyfriend may be back, but you still can’t see him.

And you get it. His mom comes first, always has, and always will. A child's love for their parents is unbreakable, and if you were in his shoes, you'd move heaven and earth to keep your parents safe. So, naturally, you do what any loving and supportive girlfriend would do—you wait.

And wait. And wait. And wait. Each passing second stretches into agonizing minutes, and those minutes drag on into long, uncertain hours. One skipped meal turns into two, and suddenly, you're lying in bed in the dead of night with an empty stomach. You know you should take care of yourself, but your mind is fixated on him.

What is he doing? Has he eaten anything? Is he taking breaks at all? Has he managed to get any sleep? And most importantly, has there been any news about his mom? 

Your mind is racing, flooded with countless unanswered questions. You try to find comfort in sleep, but every ring of your phone feels like a cruel interruption, each time hoping it's him—or at least a word from his friends. But it's always a disappointment, just meaningless notifications and distant messages from your friends about mundane plans.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes you, but your sleep is restless, it's as if your mind refuses to grant you a moment of respite. Then, in the quiet hours of the night, at two in the morning, you're jolted awake by the familiar sound of a new message on your phone.

His mom is safe.

A sigh of relief escapes you, almost audible in the silence. You type out a response to Emily with trembling hands.

That’s good to hear. Is he fine?

Not great, but he's managing.

That's all you need to hear. His mom is safe, and though he's not doing great, he's managing well enough. With a weight lifted off your shoulders, you finally allow yourself to relax. At least now you can drift back into sleep knowing that he's partially okay.

You wake up again later that night by a rapid knocking. At first, you try to brush it off as just noise from the neighbors, but as you slowly come to your senses, you realize it's coming from your apartment.

Half-worried and half-curious, you reluctantly peel yourself from the comfort of your bed, your mind racing with possibilities as you approach the door. When you glance through the peephole, you're met with a sight that instantly jolts you awake. Without a second thought, you fumble with the lock and swing the door open.

And there your boyfriend stands, but he's a far cry from the man you remember. His hair is wild and unkempt, and his eyes, usually bright and lively, are now dull and tired, shadowed by exhaustion. He's dressed in his usual suit and tie, a combination you've always admired for its professional and polished look. But today, his shirt is half-tucked, half-untucked, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck

“Spence, what are you—”

Before you can finish, he bursts through the door, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"I'm sorry," he breaks, his voice strained with emotion. "I—I wanted to come here as fast as I can—"

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You wrap your arms around his waist and take in a deep breath. Despite his disheveled appearance, he smells exactly as you remember—warm, familiar, like home. “It’s all good, honey, I don’t mind.” 

“It’s not alright. I should’ve answered your calls—”

“Spencer, it’s okay,” you interrupt gently, running your fingers soothingly down his back. “After all the time you’ve been away, a few more hours hardly matter.”

“Well, it should matter,” he mumbles against your skin, his voice muffled as he buries himself in the crook of your neck. “I shouldn’t have left you like this.”

You hold him tighter, feeling his weight against you, his breath warm against your skin. “Shh,” you murmur, rubbing his back in comforting circles. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

He nods against your neck, his grip on you tightening as if he's afraid to let go.

“How’s your mom?”

He lifts his head slightly, meeting your gaze with tired eyes. “She’s... she’s okay,” he replies. “We found her. She’s safe now.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relief flooding through you. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say, cupping his cheek gently. “Are you okay?”

He hesitates for a moment as if considering the question carefully. “I’m fine, just… tired.”

Your fingers traced the lines of exhaustion etched on his face. “Let’s get you inside and comfortable, okay?”

He nods, and you usher him inside, relief flooding through you as you close the door behind you. Your fingers naturally intertwine with his as you guide him towards your bedroom.

“Do you want anything? Water, food?”

He shakes his head, falling into step with you. “Maybe later,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. “How have you been?”

"Well," you begin, your voice filled with warmth. "'I've been keeping busy while you're gone.”

You lead him to the edge of the bed, sitting him down while you stand between his legs, your eyes meeting his tired gaze. "Work has been... work," you say with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. “And I managed to put up the shelf I bought online. Look.”

You gesture towards the bookshelf nestled in the corner of the room and he follows your gaze. “You did that all by yourself?”

"Yeah, I did," you reply, your smile widening. "It wasn't easy without having you constantly nagging me how to do it, but I figured it out."

He nods, a hint of regret shadowing his features. “I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you.”

You shake your head, moving closer to him and placing a comforting hand on his cheek. "Don’t apologize.”

He leans into your touch, his gaze meeting yours with a vulnerability that tugs at your heartstrings. His eyes, wide and brown, look up at you, and you can’t help but compare him to a puppy—sad, yet undeniably endearing, with an innocence that melts your heart. You brush a thumb gently across his cheek, noting the subtle change in his appearance.

“You grew out your facial hair.”

A faint blush colors his cheeks as he shifts under your gaze. "Yeah, I guess I did," he replies, his voice tinged with self-consciousness. 

You can't help but smile at his bashfulness. "I like it," you assure him. "It suits you."

“Really?”

“It’s growing on me.”

His expression softens at your words, a warmth spreading through his tired features. "Maybe I'll keep it.” 

You nod in agreement, a smile playing on your lips as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. He sighs contentedly as he leans into your chest, and you gently stroke his hair, soothing him with your touch.

"It's good to be back," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your shirt.

"It's good having you back," you reply softly, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face.

“I thought I was never going to see you again.”

"Why would you think that?”

He hesitates for a moment. "After everything that happened... I wasn't sure if I'd make it back to you.”

You gently tilt his chin up, meeting his gaze. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

His eyes glisten with unshed tears as he nods, his vulnerability laid bare. "I was also afraid that I might lose you,” he adds. “I was afraid you’d get tired of waiting for me.”

“Oh, honey…”

“Everyone I care for always leaves, sooner or later. And I can’t bear the thought… the thought of not coming home without you in my life,” he admits, his voice trembling with emotion and you feel a lump form in your throat as you listen. "I feel… so different right now. I don’t feel like my usual self, and I-I was afraid you wouldn’t like this version of me.”

You pull back slightly, cupping his face in your hands, your gaze locked with his. "I would never think any less of you.”

He sniffs, and that's when you notice a tear escaping down his cheek. Your heart aches even more. “I might not be the same person you last saw me.”

You shake your head, brushing away his tears with your thumb. "It doesn't matter," you reply earnestly. “You're still the person I fell in love with, and nothing will ever change that.”

He looks at you in disbelief, as if he can't quite comprehend how you could love him so unconditionally. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I see you," you reply. "Beyond the surface, beyond the changes, I see who you are—the kindness, the strength, the love that has always been a part of you. And that's something that remains unchanged, no matter what."

He exhales softly, his features softening as he absorbs your words. But you aren’t finished, not until he realizes how worthy of love he is.

“You’re still the man who loves silly magic tricks, you’re still the man who asks for jello every time we have dessert,” you tease, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He cracks a small smile at your playful words. “You’re still the man who loves books, who loves learning. You're still the man who loves helping other people.”

You lean closer, your breath mingling with his as your lips almost touch.

“And I’ll be the one to love every version of you,” you whisper. “The person you were, the person you are, and the person you're becoming.”

He grips your hips and pulls you closer. Without a word, you understand what he needs, what he's asking for, and you close the distance between you, your lips brushing against his.

You never truly understand the meaning of bittersweet until this very moment. His tears carry the saltiness of sorrow, but his lips offer a sweetness that lingers on your tongue. You feel the weight of his pain, the heaviness of his grief, yet you also sense a comforting warmth in the way his lips move gently against yours.

You can feel his uncertainty, and it’s clear that getting back into his old routine won't be easy after everything he's been through. But you’re here for him and you're willing to support him in any way you can.

Because he’s back. Your boyfriend is back. You can hardly believe you get to hug him, kiss him, and run your fingers through his thick, beautiful hair once more. You can’t believe you get to hold him again in your arms, and you hope to do so for a very long time.

[tetsumie]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

genre: comfort

content: kuroo hasn't seen you in days and makes his way to your apartment to see what's going on with you

cw: reader has a depressive episode and displays depressive symptoms

a/n: hello! i tried writing something for my pookie wookie kuroo tetsuro also lwk very self indulgent.. love u all and tysm for the endless support and as always likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! i could not be here without you all <333

"hi! this is y/n l/n! sorry i couldn’t answer your phone call. i’m a bit busy right now but leave a message and i’ll call you back the first chance i get than-" kuroo hangs up the phone for nth time today and sighs. 

kuroo hasn't heard from you for the past few days and to be completely honest, it’s like you've completely vanished off the planet. your designated seat next to him in both chemistry and english lectures have remained empty for the past week and he can’t seem to get ahold of you at all. 

at first, he didn’t really worry much about it. he didn’t want to pry on why you weren’t coming to school. he understood everyone needed their space. but when he intercepted your friends one day and asked them how you were doing and they too were unsure as well, he knew there was something severely wrong. 

on the other hand, you’ve been home all week. 

you haven’t been in the best place for the past week. you feel like your body is slowly succumbing to the stress and your body is practically giving out on you, working overtime. motivating yourself to study and to work is already difficult enough as is but doing basic things such as getting out of bed and even taking a shower feels impossible. 

you feel stuck in this never ending loop of time where the same things just keep happening over and over. you wake up at the prime hour of 12 pm and realize you’ve missed all your morning classes but then immediately head back to bed. you fall asleep and then wake up at 2 pm and stare at the ceiling above you with no particular thought in mind. eventually, you find yourself scrolling through social media on your phone but then ditch it after a few minutes because a wave of social anxiety crashes into you. 

it doesn’t help that you’ve also been skipping meals and you’re starting to catch a cold. man, you haven’t even gotten out of bed, let alone left your bedroom. you can’t even get yourself to do the bare minimum right now and making yourself an actual meal is a bit too out of your comfort zone. 

and what makes this entire situation worse is the fact that you’ve been pushing everyone away, from your friends to family to the one and only kuroo tetsuro.

there was no justification behind why you were avoiding them. you just couldn’t allow yourself to let them see you in such a lethargic condition. it hurt your pride and in general, you hated having people worry for you. it made you feel, in a sense, hopeless. 

you just wanted to shut yourself off from the world. 

the week goes by in a flash and friday evening rolls around. your phone lights up again for the nth time. you see it flash white but you roll over away, not having the energy to grab it. doing anything especially talking to other people feels exhausting.

a few minutes later, someone's banging on the door. it sounded like the fbi was at your door with a search warrant as if you were harboring drugs. you don't answer the door, not feeling like leaving the comfort and safe haven of your bed.

but the banging doesn’t seem to stop and you're getting irritated so you’re forced to get out of bed and tell the person at the door to come at another time.

to your surprise, when you open the door, you find your boyfriend, kuroo, staring at you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“y/n, where have you been?” he begins the interrogation.

you mumble. “nowhere. been at home.”

he looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled state. your face is pale, the bags under your eyes seep deeply, giving away the countless sleepless nights you've had. your shoulders are slumped and the corners of your mouth turn down slightly, a subtle but constant frown. your hair is unkempt, reflecting the lack of energy to even try to care for yourself. an aura of exhaustion and hopelessness hangs around you, making it clear that you're struggling to find the strength to even function.

“then why haven’t you answered my calls?” he continues.

“i’ve just been preoccupied,” you lie and he catches on immediately.

no words are exchanged between the both of you for a few moments. you take his silence as your cue to end this awkward conversation and to send him on his way.

"i'm sure you have better things to do, just go-"

you're about to close the door on him until he says, "let me in."

you sigh again.

“can you come back later tetsu?” you don’t want to have him deal with you like this. he's seen more than enough of you in this condition.

his piercing gaze locks with your tired eyes and he feels his heart clench. the usual shimmer in your eyes gone and all he can see the numbness in your expression.

"no let me in," he states in a strict tone. "we have to talk."

with no choice, you open up the door entirely and kuroo takes a look at the state of your apartment. he would be lying if he wasn't caught by surprise. clothes are strewn across the couch and bowls of empty ramen are lying on the kitchen counter. your apartment is a mess.

putting his stuff down near the door, he begins to slowly pick up your clothes off the floor and tosses them into the laundry bin. seeing him make an attempt at cleaning your mess made you uncomfortable to the point your skin started to crawl.

"tetsuro, stop."

"no."

"please stop," you plead in desperation.

"y/n, i’m trying to help you!" he replies, his voice growing a little louder with irritation at your refusal.

“what if i don’t want your help?” you shoot back and his mouth closes shut. “i don’t want your help or your pity or condolences or whatever it is! just go home!”

although your mouth said one thing, your mind was trying to telepathically convey another.

please don’t leave me now. please stay.

you don’t say a word as you walk into your bedroom, closing the door behind you, hoping he'll leave on his own. the moment he hears the click of your bedroom door, kuroo begins to try to organize as much as he can in your living room. he takes out your old leftover foods and tidies up the kitchen. he starts working his way through the living room, silently sweeping the dust off the floor and reorganizing your items that were strewn on the floor.

as he’s silently working, he begins to hear sniffles and sobs coming from your room. dropping everything, he finds himself standing in front of your closed door, fist about to knock the door.

“love, can we talk?” he says out loud.

it's silence from the other end.

"y/n... please..." kuroo's voice cracks. "i just want to see you."

"door's open," your voice is muffled slightly through the door.

he opens the door and is greeted by you wrapped around in your comforter, looking away from the door. kuroo takes in the state of your room. the curtains are drawn out and there are tissues littering your night stand along with your computer lying in the corner with a pile of clothes in the corner waiting to be cleaned.

you were always so organized, what started this?

kuroo goes over to the other side of the bed and your face is huddled into your comforter. he crouches down and starts to stroke your hair with his hand.

"baby? talk to me, love. what's going on in that pretty head of yours huh?" he coos in hopes of getting you to open up.

refusing to look him in the eye, you mumble into your comforter loud enough for him to understand. "it's been getting bad again... it’s been bad all week and i'm just tired all the time."

he kisses the top of your head. "and that's okay. not everyday is supposed to be a great day. you're supposed to have good days and bad days."

you finally emerge from your cocoon and the sight he's greeted with break his heart into pieces. your face has a slight red flush tint with the remnants of your tear stains on your face. he sees how you're trying to maintain a steady face, trying your best not to fall apart in front of him.

no questions asked, he brings you into his chest and the tears you worked so hard to keep at bay come apart. you start sobbing into his chest. he strokes your back in a rhythmic up and down motion, adding the occasional kiss on the top of your head. he finds himself crawling into your bed with you on his lap as you continue to sob into his chest.

once your crying subsides a bit and your throat feels a bit sore from the crying, you look up at him and he gives that genuine small smile of his that you've grown to love so much.

"i love you, you know that right?" he reassures as your eyes meet.

your eyes shift from one eye to another and you look at him as if he hung the stars just for you.

"i know and i don't know why you love me. i don't deserve you. you deserve someone who's put together and on top of it and just perfect. hell, you could do so much better than me... i don't even know why you're still with me."

his heart cracks at the heartbreaking words, escaping your mouth. he feels so stupid. have you been feeling like this for all this time and haven't said a word to him? he should've done something.

"when we started dating, from that very moment, i knew i wanted all of you. i want everything. i want your bad days and your good days and your lazy days and your rotting in bed days. i want your good and bad. i want your highs and lows. y/n, i just want you." he kisses your cheek.

he continues to reassure you, "i want all of it. and i want to be there for you the entire time. i don't want you to have to hide yourself from me. i never wanted you to be perfect. i wanted you to be just you. that's who i fell in love with."

"i love you with all your 'imperfections' you know that right?" he does the air quotes around the word "imperfections."

"yeah but it's so hard for me to accept-," you start but he brings his pointer finger to your lips, telling you to stop your train of overthinking.

you both are enveloped in a comfortable silence with kuroo's reassuring words hanging in the air.

"i love you so much, you have no idea," you finally say, cuddled into his chest.

"oh yeah? i couldn't tell," he begins to tease. "tell me more actually."

you let out a chuckle, playfully slapping his arm, and that warm, sweet smile of his forms again on hisi lips.

"there's my gorgeous girl. oh how i've missed you."

"missed you too, tetsu."

© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved

[nfr-girly]

Hasan x Reader // Pet-sitting Kaya

a/n: reader is shorter than Hasan, uses she/her pronouns

Hasan parks into the driveway next to her car. It’s 11pm, he’s not even sure she’s awake.

*

*12 hours earlier*

“So you’re sure you’ll be okay with her?” Hasan asks

“I’ll be fine you just go out and have fun” you say

Hasans going out to film a Fear& video, however his friend bailed out of looking after kaya last minute, so he had to look for a replacement ASAP.

Luckily, your Saturday was wide open, and kaya loved you anyway. So when Hasan asked around, you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

On the other hand, as soon as you agreed Hasan Instantly regretted asking you. Hasan adored you, in the way that he shouldn’t. Him and you had always been close, QT introduced you when you dropped her off at Hasans one time. From that point you and him got on really well. Unfortunately from that, Hasan gained an interest in you.

He never thought for one second you had any mutual interest in him, so he never said anything. He had too nice of a friendship with you to lose it over some stupid feelings.

“Remember, Kaya likes to go on walks by the park, and her food is in the-“ Hasan started to ramble, worrying about Kaya. He had never left her with anyone for the whole day.

“Okay Hasan I’ve got it okay? You can trust me” you look up at him with trusting eyes

Hasan took a deep breath and nodded. He trusted you, always. He just worried about Kaya.

“Okay. I should get going now. Again thank you so much for this. I know it was last minute”

“It gives me something to do. Me and this one can have a girls day” you smile at Kaya as she approaches you and Hasan

Hasan smiles, feeling relief now. He gets all his stuff and starts to head out.

“I’ll be back probably around 10. Is that okay?” He asks

You nod

“Okay. I’ll see you later”

“See you later” you smile

As Hasan steps out into the porch and head towards his car, a voice in his head keeps on saying; “tell her” “why didn’t you say anything” “should’ve kissed her”

Hasan mentally punches himself for what he didn’t say.

*present time*

Hasan unlocks the door and slowly enters, in case either you or Kaya is asleep. He takes his shoes off and hangs up his jacket.

He walks into the living room, to find the sweetest view he might’ve ever seen.

You and Kaya. You’re sleeping on the couch, snuggled up with a blanket, glasses hanging off your face, book halfway slipping out your hand. Kaya snuggled in your arms.

Hasan feels time stop as he admires the scene. His two favourite girls cozied up together, both fast asleep.

He contemplated waking you up, but before he could decide you were already starting to stir.

As you woke up, Hasan starting putting away his stuff, so he could hide the fact he had been staring. How could he not? You looked so beautiful.

“Hasan?” Your sweet voice was heard and Hasan smiled to himself before he turned

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No it’s okay, I must’ve feel asleep while reading, Kaya probably felt tired too” you laugh as you look down to Kaya

“I’m sorry I’m back so late, we got held up a bit.”

“It’s okay. I should probably head home now anyway.” You get up and start grabbing your stuff.

“Hey wait, it’s super dark out, I mean you don’t wanna head home this late. Why don’t you stay over?” Hasan nervously asked, hoping you’d stay.

You stopped for a minute. “Y-yeah I mean as long as you’re okay with it”

“Yeah yeah of course. Here let me take your stuff and I’ll show you to the bedroom” Hasan starts to head upstairs before you speak up

“Wait I don’t have a change of clothes”

Hasan stops and turns to you. “You can borrow some of mine. They might be big but at least they’re comfortable” he laughs

You pause, feeling a sense of warmth, you agree

“Okay, thanks” you smile

*he shows you to his bedroom and hands you a pair of clothes, leaving you alone to change*

you take a look around the room, the walls plain except for a few decorations he’s collected, a few pictures of him and Kaya scattered about, two dumbbells by his bed.

you get changed and look in the mirror, Hasans shirt looking massive on you while his sweatpants just fitting you. he gave you his smallest ones

You put your stuff by his bed and head downstairs to the living room. You see Kaya now awake and sitting with Hasan on the couch watching TV.

You approach Hasan and say, “hey I’m done changing now, so am I sleeping on your bed or down here, cause I don’t mind which one”

But Hasan doesn’t reply, instead he stares at you, to him, right now you’re the most beautiful thing ever, seeing you in his clothes feels normal, like it should be a regular thing.

“Hasan?” You say, confused

Hasan snaps out of his state. “Oh sorry, um I’ll sleep down here with Kaya, you can sleep in my room.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad”

“Of course, don’t worry about it” he says, reassuring you

“Okay thanks”

An hour later you start heading to his bedroom, Hasan coming with you to grab his clothes to change into. ‘Ask her out, what are you doing? Ask her out.’

“Thanks for letting me stay over, I don’t really like driving in the dark, so thank you” you laugh

“Don’t worry about it, hey um, I was just wondering, are you free next Saturday?” He asks you

you stop, “yeah I should be, why?”

Hasan pushes down his nerves and asks. “Well I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out, maybe we could go see a movie together? I also know a really good sushi place nearby, if you wanted to go there after?”

Your heart skips a beat, ‘is he asking me out on a date?’ you ask yourself as you take in his words

Hasan notices your pause and begins to worry, should he have asked you that? Oh god, what if he messed everything up, will you still want to be friends with him-

“Okay” he hears you say

“What?” He replies

“I’d like that, next Saturday then?” You say

Hasan manages to hide his smile as he replies

“Yeah, does 1pm work for you?”

“I’ll check but i should be free! But no yeah id really enjoy that” you smile

“Great, well we can talk about what movie we’ll see in the morning, it’s late so I’ll let you get some sleep” Hasan smiles at you before heading out the door

“Good night Hasan” you say

“Good night” he smiles, as he closes the door and heads downstairs

You smile and feel warm as you tuck yourself into his bed. Feeling content as you head to sleep, already looking forward to Saturday.

Meanwhile, Hasan is downstairs settling on the couch, kaya on her doggy bed next to him, both getting ready to head to sleep

Hasan lightly smiles as he thinks of what to do to make Saturday enjoyable and can’t wait to spent time with you.

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a/n: please let me know if you guys have any requests!! Also let me know if you’d like me to write about their date x

[nomie-11]

Casual

masterlist!

synopsis: it’s hard being casual when you’re in love with your casual hookup (lowkey 18+ but no one actually does anything)

pairings: vi x reader

Y/n’s apartment, Sunday - 12:37 p.m.

This would be a one night thing. Vi swore up and down that this would be a fling, a fleeting terrible decision that would not come back to haunt her. You had made it abundantly clear that you were looking for a one-time fuck and not stability in your relationship—and Vi was fine with that, totally fine. 

But god, isn’t it nice to not wake up alone? To feel someone else’s warmth in her bed before she has to peel herself out of the sheets and go to work?

That’s what Vi had started to think after your third hookup, when she had forgotten to set an alarm and woke up in your arms well past noon. 

She should’ve slipped out before you woke up. Should’ve untangled herself from your arms, thrown on her clothes, and left like she always did. But you body was so warm against hers, your breath steady against her shoulder, and Vi let herself sink into it—just for a little longer. 

It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. 

It was supposed to be a quick, no-strings-attached kind of deal, just a way to let off steam. But Vi found herself lingering more often, letting her guard slip. Like last nightm when you had laughed at something she said, and she’d just… watched you. Committed the sound to memory like she had any business holding onto something so fleeting. 

With a groan, Vi rubbed her face and forced herself to move, but your grip on her waist tightened slightly, a sleepy murmur escaping your lips. She froze. 

“You awake?” She asked, voice rough from sleep. 

You hummed, half-asleep, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Mm. Too comfy. Stay.” 

Stay. 

Vi’s pulse stuttered. It was so easy to pretend that word didn’t mean anything. That it wasn’t a plea wrapped in drowsy warmth. 

But she wasn’t stupid. 

This was supposed to be nothing. No expectations, no attachments. Just a quick fuck, right? 

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Vi’s Iphone, Tuesday - 9:43 p.m.

Pillow Princess

> you up?

was about to ask you the same thing <

> liar

> you’re definitely at the gym rn

  yeah, well <

gotta make sure my arms stay pretty for you <

> bold of you to assume I care about your arms

so it’s my charming personality that keeps you around < 

> lets not get ahead of ourselves

damn and here I thought we were getting somewhere <

> speaking of getting somewhere

yeah? <

> you free tonight?

just dessert or dinner too <

> just dessert 

I’ll be there in an hour <

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Y/n’s apartment, Tuesday - 10:56 p.m.

Y/n always tasted sweet on Vi’s lips, the taste of her birthday cake flavored lip balm always made Vi a little crazy when they would make out. 

Vi groaned into your mouth as she pressed you deeper into the mattress, her hands skating up under your shirt, rough fingers tracing the dip of your waist. Your lips were warm, pliant against hers, and fuck—you made these little noises, these breathy little sighs that sent heat curling low in her stomach. 

She shouldn’t want this as bad as she did. Shouldn’t be letting her hands wander the way they were, pushing your shirt up and over your head. But it was just a fling, right? Just another night of stress relief, nothing more. 

That was what she told herself as she kissed down your neck, feeling the way your back arched into her touch. 

Your hands slipped under her hoodie and pulled it off, nails scraping lightly over the ridges of her abs, and Vi’s breath hitched. You were so soft, so warm, so fucking tempting. She could take you right there, let herself get lost in you for the night, and deal with the consequences later. 

But then you sighed her name, breathless and wanting, and something in Vi’s chest tightened—too much, too fast. 

She pulled back suddenly, her hands dropping to the bed like they’d been burned. 

Your eyes blinked open, confusion knitting your brows. “Vi?” Your voice was thick with arousal, and Vi nearly cursed at how much she wanted her face between your thighs for at least another hour. 

She swallowed hard. “I can’t,” she muttered, shaking her head as she sat back on her heels. “I—fuck—I just can’t.” 

Your confusion deepened, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows. “What do you mean, ‘you can’t?’ You were literally—” You gestured between the two of you, the bare skin of your lower body too tempting for her to look at for too long, frustration flickering in your gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Vi exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down her face. “This—” she gestured between you both, mirroring your exasperation. “This hasn’t been a ‘one time’ thing in a while.” 

Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard. Vi’s jaw clenched. She shouldn’t have said anything. She should’ve just kept her mouth shut and gone with it. But her heart was pounding, her head a mess, and she needed to get out before she dug herself in deeper. 

“I should go,” Vi muttered, already reaching for her hoodie. 

You sat up fully now, watching her with an unreadable expression. “So that’s it?” 

Vi hesitated, fingers tightening around the fabrics. She forced herself to look at you, at the way you were watching her like you were trying to figure her out. Like you weren’t sure if you should be angry or disappointed. Maybe both.

“I don’t know what’s going on between us,” Vi admitted finally, voice quieter than before. “But this is not casual.” 

She stood, tugging her hoodie back on. “And I don’t think I can handle that right now.” 

The silence stretched thin between you both, and then you exhaled, shaking your head with a half-laugh—disbelieving, maybe a little bitter. “Then why’d you come over?” 

Vi’s stomach twisted. “I don’t know,” she admitted. And that was the truth. 

You didn’t say anything else as Vi grabbed her keys and walked to the door, but she felt your gaze on the whole way out. And when the door shut behind her, the taste of your birthday cake lip balm made her want to run right back into your bed. 

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Vi’s Iphone, Saturday - 6:24 p.m.

Pillow Princess - Formerly (I fucked it up sorry Cait)

> are you feeling alright?

yeah i'm fine <

why? <

> you weren’t in organic chem on Thursday and i went to the bar friday and you weren’t there  either

> just making sure i did accidentally kill you on tuesday

wasn’t feeling up to my shift on friday <

> so i did kill you then 

> my bad

you didn’t kill me <

just needed some space <

> right. sure. totally believable

you gonna come by the last drop tonight? <

> maybe

> your usual shift?

yeah <

see you there < 

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The Last Drop, Saturday - 9:37 p.m.

The Last Drop was already packed when you walked in, the low hum of conversation mixing with the occasional clink of glass and the steady thrum of music. The air smelled like whiskey and something sweet—maybe the remnants of someone’s spilled cocktail. You scanned the bar, eyes searching, and then you saw her. 

Vi stood behind the counter, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, a dish towel slung over ehr shoulder as she poured a drink with practiced ease. Her hair was a little messy, pink strands falling into her face, and she was wearing that damn tank top that showed off the muscles she definitely kept in shape partially just to make you stare. 

She looked good. Annoyingly good. 

You weren’t here to admire her, though, You were here because she’d been avoiding you beside the last text messages you had sent, and if she thought she could ghost you without an explanation, she was sorely mistaken. 

Pushing through the crowd, you slid onto an open barstool, resting your arms on the counter. Vi hadn’t noticed you yet, too busy sliding a drink to someone at the other end of the bar. When she turned back around and her eyes met yours, you could pinpoint the moment she realized she was trapped. 

For a second, neither of you spoke. Then, she sighed, tossing the dish towel onto the counter. “You drinking tonight, or just here to make my shift harder?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Depends. You gonna keep running, or are we gonna talk?” 

Vi exhaled sharply through her nose, then grabbed a bottle from the shelf behind her. “I don’t run,” she muttered, pouring you a drink anyway. Vi knew what you liked—a Piltover style gin and tonic with a sprig of rosemary and a little citrus peel—and made it without even thinking, which made your heart race just a little. 

You took the glass, and took a slow sip, watching as she leaned on the counter across from you. her arms flexed slightly as she braced her weight, and you hated how much you noticed. 

“This isn’t casual,” you said, getting straight to the point. “And we agreed that it would be casual.” 

Vi’s jaw tightened. “I know.”

You frowned. “Then why are we pretending?” 

She didn’t answer right away, shifting her gaze to the side, looking at you made it harder to lie. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “It was supposed to be simple. No expectations, no feelings, just a quick fuck after a shift.” 

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, well. That’s not what it is.” 

Vi finally looked back at you, something raw and searching in her expression. “What do you want this to be?” 

You met her gaze head-on. “Not this. Not whatever bullshit we’ve been doing, pretending we don’t care when we obviously do.” 

Vi licked her lips, exhaling slowly. “So we try it, then? For real?” 

Your heart pounded harder than it should’ve. “Yeah. We try it.” 

For the first time that night, Vi smiled—not her usual cocky smirk or that dazed smile she smiled after a good orgasm, but something smaller, more real. Then, in a move so fast you barely had time to react, she was leaning across the bar, grabbing the front of your jacket, and pulling you into. A kiss. 

It was messy, too desperate to be anything else. Her lips pressed hard against yours, her hand sliding up to cup your jaw, fingers warm and slightly rough from years of fighting. Your drink was abandoned completely as you clutched at the front of her shirt, pulling her in like that could make up for the space she’d put between you all week. 

Someone whistled from further down the bar. “Damn, Vi, let the poor girl breathe.” 

Vi broke away just enough to laugh, her breath brushing against your lips. “Sorry,” she murmured, not sounding sorry at all. 

You barely had time to reply before she pulled back entirely, glancing at the clock on the wall. Then, with that signature smirk creeping back onto her face, she said, “I get off in an hour.” 

Your stomach did a little flip. “Yeah?” 

Vi wiped her hands on her towel, tossing it onto the counter. “Yeah.” 

You picked up your drink, taking a slip. “See you in an hour.” 

Thank you chappel roan for the song casual, someone eat me out in my cars passenger seat (i have a Subaru its very gay)

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[babyur2nice]

▎night walks with felix

౨ৎ synopsis: you’re stressed out from exams and decide to pay felix a visit.

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you sigh, tears blurring your vision as you struggle through another problem on your economics homework. no matter how much effort you put in, you can’t seem to make any progress in understanding the material. having been working for the past six hours, you’re also exhausted. with the exam just two days away you’ve scarcely allowed yourself a break to eat, decisions that are now catching up to you as you struggle to focus.

after 10 minutes, you can’t take it anymore. it’s late and you know your body won’t allow you to study anymore, yet you still feel guilty giving in. you close you textbook, the tears starting flow as the stress overtakes your body.

your brain almost immediately jumps to your boyfriend felix, wishing he was there to hold you and tell you that everything would be alright. you glance down at your alarm clock on your desk. 12:37, it reads. you sit with your head in your hands trying to decide whether he’d be awake.

against your better judgement, you take the all too familiar walk downstairs to felix’s room and knock softly on his door, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. you don’t hear anything at first and then you hear rustling and a moment later the door cracks open revealing felix, in nothing more than his blue and white striped pajama pants rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

he looks at you and your puffy eyes, face shifting quickly to express a look of concern. “what’s happened, what’s wrong” he asks, pulling you inside and shutting the door.

“it’s stupid, shouldn’t have woken you up, ‘m sorry” you sniffle, the tears flowing all over again at the fact that you had disturbed his sleep.

“no no, none of that doll” felix says taking your face in his hands, “its not stupid if it’s making you upset, tell me what’s wrong so i can make it better”

another sob shakes your body as felix cringes, hating seeing you in pain, and pulls you into his chest. he places his hand on the back of your head petting your hair gently as you tell him about your exam and the stress you’ve been feeling.

he listens exceptionally well, not interrupting you once as he holds you against his body, letting you expel your frustrations. “im sorry doll” he says when you finish. “im glad you came to me, you needed a break”

you nod against his chest, as you slowly catch your breath.

“let’s go for a walk yeah?” felix asks. “always helps me clear my head”

“don’t you want to go back to sleep?” you ask, guilt once again taking over as you remember that he had been fast asleep prior to your arrival.

“nonsense” he says kissing the top of your head. “im already up, why waste a perfectly good night? here.” he says as he pulls two sweaters out of his closet passing one to you. “put this on, don’t want you to catch a cold out there”

you smile at him gratefully as you pull the sweater over your head. once it’s on, felix reaches down to brush a loose strand of hair out of your eyes. “so pretty” he mumbles almost to himself before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the dorm and into the refreshingly cool night.

“where are we going” you ask.

felix looks down at you with a smile. “somewhere amazing” he says. he leads you across campus and into town, all the while telling jokes and stories meant to lighten your spirit.

“just a bit farther now doll” he grins as he leads you down an alley way. “we’re going to need to climb, can you do that for me?”

you nod and felix smiles at you in return “good girl.”

he beckons you towards the side of a building and the ladder attached to it. “just up here, follow me” he says as he begins to scale the ladder. he reaches the top quickly and helps pull you up after him.

you stand up and look around, letting out a little gasp. you can see everything from up here; your dorm, the pub, the library, the lake and most impressively, the moon.

felix walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “it’s beautiful right? i discovered it last year and have been coming here ever since”

“it’s amazing” you say.

“you’re the first person i’ve ever brought up here” he admits. “it was mine but i suppose it’s ours now” he grins while sitting down.

you sit down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he continues. “seeing everything from up here always reminds me how small i am, how small my problems are”

he wraps his arm around you, rubbing circles on your back. “you could fail your exam and none of this would change. everything would still be here, we’d both still be here, and i’d still love you. i know you won’t fail of course” he adds with a chuckle.

“felix, thank you” you say, struggling to find words to express just how much he means to you.

“glad i could help doll” he says. “i love you so much, and i promise i’ll help you study tomorrow, yeah?”

you hum in agreement as you press your body closer to felix’s as the two of you look across the town shrouded in moonlight, both knowing that this rooftop would become a sacred space for the both of you.

[kenzie-floops]

Visions of You: A Lilia Calderu x femaledivination!reader

Heyyyy this is my return to fanfic, but it's been a while so I'm a bit rusty. Constructive criticism not insults please! If you don't like it.. don't read it, it's that's simple.

This will be the first part of a new series I'm working on called Visions of You. Reader is a female divinations witch, around the same age as Lilia, but physical appearance is up to you. More will be revealed later, but a happy ending is in store!

If you'd like to be added to the tag list, or taken off, let me know!

Warnings: cussing

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

I roll over and peep open my eyes to look at my alarm clock. 12:42. What the hell is someone banging on my door this time of day for? 

I push myself up out of bed, and wrap my robe around myself as I make my way to the door. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! 

“I’m coming, i’m coming!” I shouted. Could they bang any harder on my door?!?

I quickly grab the front door and thrust it open, blinking quickly at the sunlight. 

“Yes? What do you need so urgently you almost banged my door down?” I grumpily ask the two strangers standing at my door as I attempt to wipe away some of the groggy sleep from my eyes. 

“Oh!” A shrill voice pipes up. “Sorry about that, we’re just in a bit of a rush. Didn’t mean to give you such a harsh wake-up. Although it is past noon on a weekday…” The voice trails off and I snap my head up.

I had to pick up an extra shift last night at the club because one of the other bottle girls had gotten sick. That meant working on my feet for longer than usual, and I was definitely tired from the extra hours.

“Listen kiddo, i work the night shift down at the club and i’ve only been asleep for a couple hours, so excuse me if i’m a little grumpy at the fact some kid was banging on my door while i'm trying to rest” i huff out with impatience. “Now will you kindly get off my doorstep? I don’t want your cookies, or t-shirts or whatever the hell it is you’re selling”. 

I turned to close the door when the woman I hadn't noticed standing next to the teenager spoke. 

“Seriously, Y/N? Working at the local club? I didn’t think you had the guts for stripping” she says while snickering. 

I bristle at the insult. “Now just wait a minute here. I’m not a stripper, I'm a bottle girl! And who are you to throw around judgment, showing up on my front door when I don't even know…” I trail off as i get a good look at her face and recognize just who’s come to bother me. No way…

“Well holy shit!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air. I lean against the door frame and look her up and down slowly.  “Now that’s a face I haven't seen in a few centuries. Agatha fucking Harkness! Can’t say I've missed your presence. What brings you to my doorstep?” 

“I’ve got a proposition for you. Mind if we come in?” she questions as she gestures inside.

I throw my head back in laughter before turning around to go inside, leaving the door ajar. 

“Sure!” I yell over my shoulder. “Come on in. I’m gonna make some tea.” 

Both Agatha and the boy trail after me into the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boy following my movements as he takes in my kitchen. It’s full of dried herbs and flowers hanging from faded yellow walls. I fling open my aged brown cabinets and rifle around for a mason jar of tea leaves. 

As I prepare my water to boil and place the tea leaves in a sachet I ask “So, what brings you by Agatha? Looking for me to join you on one of your latest murder sprees in the search for some powerful totem?” 

I turn from the counter to face them, seeing that Agatha has already made herself comfortable at my small dining table. The boy was standing awkwardly behind her. 

I look the boy up and down and raise my eyebrows at Agatha. “What’s with the boy?” i question, “Finally taken on an apprentice to teach your dark and evil ways to? He seems quite young to be following in your trail of corrupted darkness.” 

The boy goes to respond, but Agatha cuts him off. “No, no, no, this is Teen and he’s…” She trails off a bit and I go to finish pouring my tea. Teen? That’s a strange name. Whatever. He got himself involved with Harkness, not my problem to deal with. 

“ A pet. Yes!” she exclaims, clapping her hands. “He’s my pet. Now listen Y/N i have a proposition for you.” 

I roll my eyes at her. “Agatha, I really don’t know what’s got you at my house stirring shit up, but I can assure you I'm not interested. If your undoubtedly dangerous proposal was all you came for, you best be going now.” 

I move to usher her out the door before ‘Teen’ shouts out. “We’re going on the Witches Road and we want you to join us!” 

He looks down a bit sheepishly as I give a bug eyed stare. 

“Please?” he hesitantly asks. “We need a divination witch and the road will give you what you want most if you join us.” He’s gotta be kidding. The Road is a death wish. 

I swiftly turn to Agatha, who shakes her head in exasperation at Teen. 

“Really, Agatha?!” I exclaim, throwing my hand up in the air and moving wildly around the room. “The Road is a death wish. No one makes it through. What have you deluded this poor boy into thinking?” 

“She hasn’t deluded me!”, Teen replies. “It was my idea actually.” 

I bury my head in my hands. No way am I joining Agatha Harknesse’s coven to journey down the Witches Road. I am not that crazy, despite what some may think and say.

“Oh hell no. Thank you but no thank you for the offer. I plan on staying alive for the foreseeable future. Harkness, take the boy and leave,” I whip around to face her, “ and please don’t come back. I don’t need whatever's got you spooked enough to go on the witches road coming after me”. 

“Oh come on!” she exasperatedly yells. “We both know you’ve been searching for something you’re never gonna find Y/N.” How the hell does she know about that? I’ve never told her of my visions of her. But then again, I asked around for decades. Maybe she caught wind of it through the grapevine of the witch community. 

“Travel the Witches Road with me” she offers. “The Road will give you what you want most when we reach the end”. 

“If we reach the end” I interject. “If.”

She’s right though. If i join them, and can successfully make it to the end of the road it will tell me how to find her. All those visions of her for all those years… Her beautiful brown eyes, her soft curly hair. What I wouldn't give to see her smile for real, and not just in a vision. 

I sigh heavily as I bring my eyes to Agatha’s. I’m seriously considering it, and for a moment I almost say yes… but I know Agatha’s reputation. Even though at one point I would have liked us to be friends, I know I can't trust her. Going on the Road with her would be certain death, and then i’d never find her.

“Agatha…” I start. “I can’t. I just can’t. Now if that's all, get out of my house. I’m tired.” 

“Ok, ok” she says, lifting her hands in mock surrender as she turns to leave. 

Unexpectedly, Teen makes his way towards me. “Here” he says as he places a card in my hand. “This is Agatha’s address. Be here tonight at 6:30 if you change your mind, and I hope you will” he says as smiles. 

“Teen!” Agatha barks from the doorway. “Come on! We don’t have all day” 

Teen runs after her, and as suddenly as they had woken me, they left, and I was there to sit with my own thoughts. 

At least my tea has cooled off enough to drink. 

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@end0r4

[mymindcreatedthis]

We both want you 18+

Reader x Leah Williamson x Rachel Daly

This is a sequel to from behind

Warning: Smut, threesome, daddy kink, dirty talk, spanking, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, slight anal, top Reader, Bottom Leah, Bottom Rachel, blow job, throat pie, squirting, positions: Cowgirl, Doggy, The Snake, The Spider, Missionary, On side

Word count: 6k

*Rachel’s pov*

I cuddle and hold Y/n as she falls asleep. I smile, I kiss her head. I grab my phone and see that I have a text message from Leah. I click on the message and read it.

Leah: Let me know when you are awake or give me your room number so I can get a spare key.

Me: Okay my room number is 326. Did you like that video I sent you?

Leah: Mmm fuck yes, I came 3 times watching it.

Me: Mm damn baby you should’ve sent a video. Would’ve been sexy to watch.

Leah: Yeah, I thought about it. I’m tired, I’m gonna get some sleep, I'll see you girls in the morning.

I swipe up and turn off my phone. I put my phone on the charger, I kissed Y/n’s head, I cuddled her and looked at the time it was 12 am, I smiled and fell asleep. After sleeping for a few hours I wake up feeling hot and sweaty. I take off my shirt and shorts leaving me in only my Sports bra and boxers.

I look over and smirk as I see Y/n’s tent under the blankets. She was having a wet dream and was jerking off. I smirk as I get an idea, I remove the blankets and lay between her legs.

I slip off her shirt and toss her shirt off to the side. I grab the waistband off her sweatpants and boxers and slide them down to her ankles. I bite my lip as her cock springs out once it’s freed from its confinement.

I spit on her cock, I wrap my hand around her cock and slowly stroke her cock. Y/n moans and grips the bed sheets. I smirk and continue to stroke her dick.

I take her cock in my mouth, I place my hands on her thighs and grip her thighs. I choke and gag a bit as the tip of her dick hits the back of my throat.

I hum against her dick and slowly bob my head. I look up and watch her reaction as I give her head. Y/n’s face cutely contorts in pleasure.

I bob my head a bit faster. I reach down and play with her balls. “Mmm fuck.” Y/n moans.

I massage her Balls as I continue to suck her dick. Y/n moans and cutely grips the sheets tighter. Her breathing gets heavier letting me know she was close to cumming.

Y/n massages her tits roughly. Y/n moans and let’s go, she can’t take it anymore and busts her load in my mouth. I choke and gag a bit as she cums in my mouth. I swallow her load, I lick up the rest of her cum getting every last drop of cum and swallow it.

Y/n’s dick falls from my mouth and falls limp. Y/n cutely sighs and smiles after getting a release as she continues sleeping.

I smile, I kiss her dick and lick it and kiss her v line. I pull her boxers back up, I kiss her lips and pull the covers back over us, I slip her shirt off and toss it off to the side. I cuddle her and fall back asleep. Both of us sleep in sports bras and underwear.

I sleep peacefully. Sometime later I wake up moaning as I feel someone licking my pussy, I quietly moan and rub the sleep from my eyes. I look at the time 8:30 am.

“Mm fuck.” I moan in pleasure as I feel a tongue running through my folds. I take the blanket off and am met with the sight of Leah locking eyes with me and running her tongue through my folds.

I quietly gasp and moan as she eats me out.

*Leahs’s Pov*

I fall asleep and wake up at 7:30 am the next morning. I go to the desk in the lobby and tell them that I need a key to my room cause I lost it.

The worker gives me a spare key to Rachel’s and Y/n’s room. I unlocked the door and went inside, Rachel and Y/n were still sleeping.

I smirk, I strip my clothes and get naked and sneak under the covers. It was now 8:30 am. I slide Rachel’s panties down her legs and toss them off to the side and remove Y/n’s Boxers.

I turn my attention to Rachel’s pussy. I slowly lick her folds. Rachel moans as I do this mmm fuck she’s really wet. I slowly lick her folds, Rachel moans as I do this. I look up at Rachel as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I begin to eat her out.

Rach was still asleep. Rachel moans and slowly massages her tits and slowly grinds against my face. I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster as I continue to eat her out.

*Rachel’s Pov*

I slowly stir awake and moan and I feel someone fingering me and eating me out. I open my eyes and blush darkly as I see Leah lock eyes with me as she eats me out and fingers me,

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. “Mm f-fuck.” I quietly moan as Leah rolls her tongue on my clit and fingers me a bit faster.

“F-Fuck…Fuck Le.” I moan and play with her hair. I moan in pleasure and grip the sheets. I buck my hips and grind against her face and fingers desperate for a release.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. Leah continues to eat me out as she curls her fingers and pumps her fingers in and out of me faster. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

“Leah baby, ugh I’m gonna cum.” I moan in pleasure. I roughly massage my tits as Leah continues to eat my out and finger me.

I moan, I can’t take it anymore and let go. I cum on her face, in her mouth, in her hand and on her chin. Leah helps me ride out my high, Leah licks and cleans up my sticky mess.

I look over and see Y/n blush darkly. Leah and I giggle. “Good morning baby.”

Y/n cutely giggles. “It must be if you two are starting without me.”

Leah and I giggle at her comment. Leah and I smile and make out with Y/n. Y/n smiles against our lips and kisses back, Leah breaks the kiss and lays between her legs. Y/n bites her lip and moans as Leah kisses and rubs her bulge over her boxers.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I bite my lip as Leah lays between my legs. I moan as Leah rubs and kisses my bulge over my boxers. I blush as Leah slides my boxers off and tosses them off to the side. Leah bites her lip and checks out my length.

“Fuck daddy’s your so big.” Leah says.

I giggle and bite my lip. “Thank you baby.”

Leah locks eyes with me and slowly licks my cock and swirls her tongue around my tip. I bite my lip as Leah spits on my cock. I blush as her spit drips and runs down my length.

I blush and bite my lip as Leah takes my length in her mouth. Mm fuck her mouth was so warm. Rachel reaches over and holds Leah’s hair up in a ponytail as Leah sucks me off.

I moan as Leah slowly bobs her head. Leah slightly chokes and gags as my tip hits the back of her throat. Leah reaches down and toys with my balls as she bobs her head a bit faster.

It’s only been 3 minutes and I’m already close to cumming. I moan and grip the sheets and rest my legs on Leah’s shoulders. I grab her head and help guide her head up and down on my length a bit faster.

After 5 more minutes on an amazing blowjob I feel my balls tighten my precum leaks in Leah’s mouth letting her know that I was about to bust.

“Leah baby I’m-“ I’m unable to warn her in time.

*ThroatPie*

I moan and bust my load in her mouth. Leah chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Leah swallows my load and sucks me dry.

My cock falls from her mouth and falls limp. Leah smiles and shows me a mouthful of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin, I smile and rub her chin with my thumb.

Leah smiles and swallows my load. “Mm fuck daddy you taste really good.” Leah moans. I blush darkly at her comment.

Leah giggles and kisses my abs and v line. Rachel smirks and kisses me. “Mm relax baby, I want a taste of that cock.”

Leah and I giggle at her comment. I bite my lip as Rachel lays between my legs. I moan as Rachel licks my cock and swirls her tongue around my tip. I moan and massage my tits as she does this.

Rachel smirks and spices it up. She lifts my legs up. I get the idea and hold my legs up. Rachel strokes my cock and starts eating my ass as she jerks me off. I gasp and moan in pleasure.

I wasn’t expecting Rachel to give me a rim job. Rachel continues to stroke my dick and eat my ass, Leah smirks and makes out with me.

I moan in the kiss Rachel strokes my dick faster and continues to eat my ass. I break the kiss and moan loudly in pleasure. She strokes my dick faster and faster as she eats my ass. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

*Cumshot*

I moan and let go. Cum flies go in the air and land on my lap. Some of my cum lands in Rachel’s hair and in her face. I moan as the last of my cum oozes out of my cock.

Rachel moans and licks up the rest of my cum. “Mm f-fuck.” I moan in pleasure.

I moan and gasp as Rachel takes my cock in her mouth and slowly bobs her head. I moan and massage my tits.

“Mm f-fuck.” I moan.

Rachel hums against my cock and bobs her head faster. I moan as she reaches up and massages my balls as she continues to give me head.

I moan loudly in pleasure as she bobs her head faster allowing my cock to go all the way down her throat. Rachel chokes and gags at the sudden feeling.

“Fuck Rachel do that again.” I begged as my eyes rolled to the back of my head from the sensation.

Sweat dripped down from my forehead. Rachel pleaded repeating what she did, allowing my dick to once again slide all the way down her throat causing her to Gag again.

Her spit splattered everywhere covering my length moving her hand up to play with my Balls. The way she was playing with my balls began to make them tighten up combined with the speed she was bobbing her head.

She was pushing me closer to exploding in her mouth. “Fuck Rachel keep doing that and I’m gonna cum buckets.” I moaned as I placed my hand on her head as I helped guide her head up and down on my cock.

I could feel precum leaking out of my dick and into her mouth telling her that I was really close to my release. Rachel hums against my cock in response as she was experiencing the new taste. She continues to grip my thighs as she speeds up her head movements.

“Ugh f-fucm Rach S-Slo—“

*ThroatPie*

I couldn’t take it anymore. Her mouth was to good without warning cum came oozing into her mouth causing her to choke and gag. Rachel swallows my load and sucks me dry getting the last drop of my cum.

My cock falls from her mouth and falls limp. Rachel smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin. I smile and rub her chin.

“Swallow my load Daly.” I ordered.

Rachel smiles and swallows my load. “Mm hehe so good.” Rachel moans.

Rachel straddles me, Rachel lines me up with her entrance. Rachel puts my tip in and slowly sinks down on my cock taking my length deep inside her. We both moan in pleasure as I'm deep inside her.

I place my hands on her ass and squeeze her ass a bit. Rachel moans. “Mm spank my ass daddy.”

I bite my lip and spank her ass. Rachel moans as I spank her sad and slides up and down on my faster.

“Ugh fuck Rach your grip is amazing. I don’t think I can last long. S-Shit I’m gonna fill you up.” I moan in pleasure as I grip her ass.

Rachel moans in pleasure. “Mm you gonna bust your thick warm load deep inside me?” She asks seductively.

I moan and nod. Rachel girls the headboard tighter and rides my cock faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as my balls tighten.

“Rach baby ugh….”

*Creampie*

Rachel slams her ass down and cums all over my dick. Rachel cumming sends me over the edge. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills her entrance, filling her up to the brim. We both moan as Rachel slowly slides up and down on my cock helping us ride out our highs.

The last of my cum oozing and spurting deep inside her pussy and painting her walls white.

“Mm fuck you filled me to the brim.” Rachel moans as she collects the last of my cum in her pussy.

A final spank to her ass Rachel slowly slides off my cock. Cum immediately oozes out of her and drips onto my lap, on my dick and on the sheets.

Leah moans and giggles checking out the sticky white mess I had left behind in Rachel’s pussy. Leah giggles. I bite my lip as Leah straddles me.

“Mm my turn.” Leah says.

I smile and moan, I bite my lip as Leah pushes my tip in and slowly sinks down in my length. We both moan as Leah takes my length deep inside her. I bite my lip and look at the mirror in the corner of the room. The mirror gave me an amazing view from both angles.

I moan and kiss Leah. “Suck my nipple Leah and don’t stop until we both cum.” I ordered.

Leah moans and begins sucking my nipple, squeezing the other one a bit as she slowly rides my cock, her moans were muffled from her sucking on my nipple.

“Fuck baby you feel so good.” I moaned, gripping her ass as I helped her slide up and down on my cock.

We both moan in pleasure as her skin slaps against mine. Rachel touches herself and makes out with me.

I moan and get even more turned on at the sight of Leah sucking my tit. “Ugh fuck Le.” I moan.

I moan and lean my head back against the headboard. I moan as Leah takes over doing all the work, fuck her pussy swallowed me up so well.

“F-Fuck Le your pussy is swallowing me up so good.” I moan in pleasure.

In response Leah bit down on my nipple lightly knowing she wasn’t allowed to stop. “Cum baby as soon as you cum I’ll cum I’m so fucking close.” I moan loudly in pleasure.

I bite my lip as I feel Leah’s body begin to shake as she keeps sucking my tit. Her grip on my right boob getting harder.

*Creampie*

We both moan and cum at the same time. I moan in pleasure as I feel her juiced mixed with my cum run down her leg onto mine.

My dick leaking with cum continuously Leah carried on riding until she couldn’t collect anymore of my cum before releasing my nipple from her mouth.

“Mm hehe, that's only round 1 baby.” Leah says.

I blush darkly, I bite my lip. I smile and look at them. “Get on the bed and get on all fours girls.” I ordered.

They giggle, they do as I say and get on all fours. I smirk and move behind Rachel, I bite my lip and spank her ass. Rachel giggles and moans as I spank her ass.

Leah smiles and makes out with Rachel. Rachel moans in the kiss as I slam my cock inside her pussy. I reach around Rachel’s body, I grab her arms and hold them behind her back.

Rachel moans against Leah’s lips and breaks the kiss and lets out an almighty scream filled with pleasure as I bottomed out in her pussy not slowing down.

“Such good girls.” I moan in pleasure.

The sight of Rachel’s ass rippling against me after every thrust was a sexy sight that turned me on even more. Rachel tries to move her hands but couldn’t from the grip I had on them.

Her moans became louder, sweat dripping down her back as she began to get closer to her orgasm.

“That’s not Daly, let it out.” I moaned.

I lean forward placing kisses on her neck and back. As soon as those words left my mouth Rachel exploded. Rachel squirts all over my stomach as I feel her walls clench around me immediately, making my balls tighten.

*Creampie*

“Fuck.” I yelled as I began to cum at the same time as Rachel. I could feel my cum oozing inside her not being able to warn her in time.

Us both moaning together as we reach our highs filling her pussy to the brim. One final spank to her ass I let go of her hands and she falls onto the bed exhausted.

I planted a kiss on her ass before moving up, closing her neck and kissing down her back receiving little giggles from Rachel.

We both moan as I slowly pull out of here Leah giggles and shakes her ass. “Come fill up my pussy daddy.” Leah says seductively.

I bite my lip, I move behind Leah I moan and give Leah’s ass a light spank. I line my tip up with her pussy teasing it slightly.

“Please Y/n just put it in already.” Leah cutely moans pushing her ass back against me.

We both moan as I thrust into her giving her no time to think, “ugh f-fuck.” Leah moaned.

“You're so big Y/n.” Leah cries out in pleasure.

I stayed still for a second giving her time to get used to the feeling she was getting put through before.

“Mm so wet and tight.” I moan.

“All for you daddy.” Leah moaned in pleasure.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly. I moan and pick up the pace going faster and rougher taking grip of her hips. “Mm fuck right there. Right there daddy.” Leah moans in pleasure.

My thrusts became faster and rougher than before after the words left Leah’s mouth. The sight of her ass rippling, bouncing off my thighs pushing me on making my balls tighten.

“I’m gonna cum so hard your so tight baby.” I moaned, spanking her ass again and grilling it tightly.

“Do it baby, ugh fill me up.” Leah begged.

I kept going thrusting as hard as I could hearing the effect, the feeling I was putting Leah through.

“”F-Fuck Leah... I’m gon-“

*Creampie*

I’m not able to warn her in time as I shoot my cum deep inside her pussy. Filling her up to the brim, some dripping out and down her leg and onto the bed.

“Mm fuck, I filled you to the brim.” I giggled at the sight I had created inside her pussy giving her one final spank.

Leah giggles and cutely moans. “I feel so, thank you.” Leah moaned.

I smile and kiss her deeply, Leah smiles against my lips and kisses back. Leah smiles, she bites her lip and lays on her stomach. I smile, I join her and hover over her and rub my tip through her folds.

Leah moans as I do this. "Mmm Y/n don't tease just put it in." She moans.

I giggle at her comment and slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. Leah moans as she takes all 11 inches deep inside her.

"Mm fuck, you're really deep in there." Leah moans.

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Leah takes a moment to adjust to my size. "M-Move."

I move her hair to the side and lean down. I kiss her neck. Leah moans as I slowly thrust in and out of her Rachel moans and watches as I kiss her neck and slowly thrust in and out of her.

Leah moans and grips the sheets tightly as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Gah fuck, right there." Leah moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and go faster and faster

"F-Fuck it feels so good." Leah cries out in pleasure.

"Fuck Leah you have amazing grip." I moan.

"F-Faster... fill me... up." Leah squeaks out with each thrust.

I thrust into her faster and harder than before. "Fuck yes! Right there! Right there!" Leah screams in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "L-Leah babe I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Y-Yes, fill me up daddy." Leah moans in pleasure.

I grab Leah’s hair and pull it. Leah moans and gasps as I pull her hair, I smirk and tilt her head back, I slap her cheek and gently choke her. I spit on her face and spit in her mouth. Leah moans and swallows my spit.

Rachel moans and touches herself as she watches me pound Leah’s pussy from behind. I smirk as I see her touching herself.

I moan loudly in pleasure and continue to bottom out In her pussy. "Fuck baby your grip is amazing. Ugh I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Leah giggles and moans. "Let go babe. You've earned this, relax and cum you deserve a release." Leah moans.

I moan in pleasure. I place kisses on her backs. I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to Cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting Leah and Rachel know that I'm about to bust my load inside Leah.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Leah moans.

I moan as my balls tighten. Leah moans and cums all over my dick, Leah cumming sends me over the edge. After one last thrust I cum.

*Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and fills up Leah’s entrance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs.

"Mmm fuck. There's so Much." Leah moans.

The last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her and paints her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Leah moans as my cum oozes out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and spank her ass. "Fuck." I giggled. "I filled you to the brim." I say.

“Mmm fuck no stopping no stopping.” Rachel moans. “Sit on the bed.”

I do as she says and sit on the bed. Rachel lays on the bed and lays on her back, her hips between my legs. I bend my legs a bit and move my foot outside her hips.

"Put it in baby." Rachel cutely begs biting her lip.

I bite my lip, we both moan as I slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Rachel moans and slowly rocks back and forth on my cock.

I moan and lock eyes with her. Rachel moans and looks at me, her eyes full of lust and not wanting to stop. Rachel moans and rocks back and forth on my cock a bit faster, I moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room.

"Mm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Rachel moans and throws her head back and goes even faster and harder. I moan and rub her clit Rachel gasps and moans as I do this.

"Mm fuck....fuck." Rachel moans as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock.

"Mm cum baby. Ugh please I need your cum inside me." Rachel cutely begs desperate for my load.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. It's only been 9 minutes and I'm already about to tap out and bust inside her. Rachel moans her breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was about cum.

"Mm, someone close?" Rachel moans.

I moan and nod. "Yes I'm gonna fill you up."

Rachel moans and cutely giggles. "Let go daddy, let go and fill up my pussy." Rachel moans.

I moan as she goes faster and harder. I giggle and bite my lip as she screams in pleasure and squirts. She squirts all over our legs, my abs and all over my cock.

I moan as I feel my balls tighten. "F-Fuck Rach baby—" I'm unable to warn her in time.

Creampie:

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Rachel’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

"Mmm fuck," Rachel moans.

Rachel slowly rocks back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy. We both moan as the last of my cum leaks out of her and oozes onto the sheets as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock slowly.

I moan and slowly pull out, cum immediately oozes out and oozes into not the sheets. I giggle and rub her pussy as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy.

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan.

Rachel giggled and kissed me. She breaks the kiss. "Mmm, that was amazing." Rachel moans. “Ugh fuck you have such amazing dick game.”

I smile and kiss her. Rachel giggles against my lips and Kisses back. I smirk and lay Leah on the bed, Leah giggles and squeals as I do this.

I hover over her, I rub my tip through her folds. Leah moans as I do this.

"F-Fuck Y/n just put it in already." Leah moans, getting impatient.

I nod. I slowly slide my dick inside her tight pussy. We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her, her walls immediately clench around me.

"Fuck you're really deep in there." Leah moans

"So tight and warm." I moan.

Leah giggles and moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

Leah nods, she adjusts and takes another minute to adjust. "M-Move."

I slowly thrust in and out of her Leah moans and wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. This causes my dick to go deeper inside her. Leah gasps and moans as she takes my length deep inside her pussy.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I thrust back and forth faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Leah looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes are full of lust. "Mmm pump me full of your cum."

I pick up the pace and thrust faster and faster inside her. Leah’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Like that slut? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I questioned.

Leah moans loudly in pleasure. "Mm god yes I love it."

I continue to pound her pussy, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. Leah digs her nails in my back and scratches my back.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Leah squeaks out with each thrust.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good." I moan in pleasure.

Leah giggles and moans as I continue to pound her pussy faster and faster.

"Shit I'm gonna squirt." Leah moans.

I smirk and go faster and faster, Leah screams in pleasure and squirts like a fountain.

I continue to fuck her, I rest my head against hers as I continue to fuck her. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Me to daddy. Pump me full of your cum." Leah moans in pleasure.

I moan, I go faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls.

"Get ready for my load." I moan.

Creampie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep in her pussy painting her walls white. Leah moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to fill her up with my cum. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum glazes her folds and oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

Rachel giggles. “One more?”

I smile. “One more.”

Rachel lays on the bed and lays on her side. Rachel bites her lip and spreads her legs a bit giving me full access to her wet cum filled pussy.

Rachel scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Rachel moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really so deep inside me." Rachel moans.

*Rachel’s pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure as her walls clench around me. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm, someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickeys. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Rachel giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy." Rachel moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Rachel cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"mmm fuck." Rachel moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Rachel ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

We both moan and laugh there Panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Rachel pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mmm, so can you." I say.

All three of us moan in pleasure and lay there panting and trying to catch our breath.

“I wasn’t expecting that at all.” I say.

They giggle. “We Both Wanted You.”

[ferrarifinnick]

time zones | charles leclerc 16

charles leclerc x reader

in different cities, plagued by different time zones, charles misses your phone calls once again. suddenly things don't seem so sustainable anymore.

note: hate to do it to you, but here's some angst. get those tissues ready and prepare to clutch those pearls. also, first charles fic! what do we think? love <3

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warnings: angst, long distance relationship, miscommunication, heartache, sad charles poor charles :(

700 words

7:02am.

Charles stared at the blurry numbers on his phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen and the sunlight pouring into his bedroom. He squeezed his eyes shut when he noticed the notifications from you. Three texts, two calls. All unanswered.

The first text, at 11:58pm.

I just finished work. I'll call you on the way home. Can't wait to hear your voice. I need it.

Charles' chest hurt. 11:58pm, minutes after he must have dozed off. He had tried so hard to keep his eyes open but his day had been so long and sleep was fighting a good battle against him.

At midnight is when the first missed call came through. It would've been 5pm for you. You would be getting out of work and Charles would be about to get into bed. You would've just got to your car, set up Google Maps, and called him. That was the only time you could find to chat to each other lately, and Charles had missed it.

Worse yet, he let you drive home with the disappointment of waiting all day to hear his voice, only to still be alone come night time.

Twenty six minutes later, at your 5:27pm and his 12:27am, the second text came through.

I made it home safe. I saw you got P2, congratulations! Very well deserved my love. Are you still awake?

That's when the next call came through.

Charles knew that you'd have been upset when he didn't answer. He knew you'd be holding back the intrusive thoughts. The what-ifs, the tears, the disappointment. It would have been keeping you up much later when you'd be trying to sleep. But he knew what was really eating at you was the hope that he would wake up and light up your phone with an incoming call.

He knew it was true when he saw the text at your 11:03pm and his 6:03am.

I think we've missed each other tonight. I was looking forward to hearing your voice, but I hope you celebrated that win well. Congratulations on P1 my love, well deserved. Goodnight.

He stared at the time of your last text, your 11:03pm and his 6:03am. One hour ago. You'd barely been asleep for an hour and here he was waking up to start his day. By the time you'd wake up, he'd be in meetings. By the time he'd get out, you'd be in work. By the time you'd finish, he'd be going to sleep.

Charles squeezed his eyes shut. Distance was never easy, but this wasn't the first time you'd missed your small window to talk to each other. It had been happening a lot lately. He knew it was hurting you because it was killing him.

He opened the tab on his phone of flights that neither of you could take. He was stuck where he was, and you were stuck elsewhere. There was never time. Something always changed the circumstances for the worse, and Charles sank his shoulders in defeat.

He deleted the tab on his phone.

Opening your messages, he sent his own reply.

Good morning, mon amour. I'm sorry we missed each other last night. I hope you're sleeping well. I'll call you after you finish work.

He stared at your missed calls again. There was nothing he could do except stare at them and wish they weren't real.

The alarms he forgot to set would have urged him out of bed over half an hour ago, and so he got himself up and dressed for the meeting he was about to be late to, but he couldn't open the door of his lifeless hotel room.

Guilt gnawed at his stomach. It wasn't fair of him to make you live this way for him. You deserved more than a short phone call every couple of days, and he realised that the only way for that to ever change was if you were here with him.

But he knew deep down that following him around the world wasn't what you wanted. While he could give you security, he couldn't give you stability. That's what you wanted more than anything, and that's when he finally realised, after suffering the long distance for so long, that there were two things in life that meant most to him.

The job and the girl.

He wanted both. But as he opened the door of his hotel room, he realised he could only have one. He had to pick. But he knew it wasn't really a choice. There was only one option.

And it wasn't the girl.

[impala666]

Just Frank

Yeah, I know I've been away for like ever but I needed to put something for The Pitt on here! I love it even though it makes me feel like I'm at work sometimes. I started writing this before the newest episode came out (Ep. 10 for reference), and I refuse to believe that they did my man Dr. Langdon dirty like that. So I'm posting this fic in hoping that it turns out okay and he comes back! But this is just about you and your husband talking about your days at the hospital cuddled in bed after you get back home from your own very long shift. I love this man and hope he's being set up! Even though I'm probably wrong.

It was officially 10:00 p.m by the time you had finally walked through the door into your apartment. A long deep breath escaped you as you let go of the long day you’d had as you took off your crocs by the door and hung your jacket on the hooks. Frank was probably already in bed himself. His shift had ended a couple of hours before your own, giving him time to feed the kids, put them to bed, and take out the new puppy that he just had to get for the kids. The thought made you smile and shake your head, you really knew that Frank got the dog for himself because as soon as he saw that little golden doodle he just had to have it. 

Due to your husband working 12 hours a day, sometimes longer you started to just leave your set of pajamas in the bathroom off of the living room. That way after your own very long day you can change and be comfortable without waking him up. Now i your old T-shirt of Frank’s and a pair of sleep shirts and slippers you tossed your soiled pair of scrubs into the washing machine to be washed the next laundry day. When a whole cup of a patients urine spilled due to improper collection you were going to need a clean pair of scrubs for the next day. Just the thought of the mishap was bringing your stress back, so it was time for a glass of wine and little bit of tv before you officially go to bed for the night. After about an hour and a glass of wine later you were officially yawning and ready for bed. The day had drained you, what you really needed was to crawl under the warm blankets and cuddle with your husband who was probably dead asleep. But when you slowly cracked open the bedroom door you learned that that was not the case. 

“Y/N?” You heard Frank’s voice, heavy with sleep calling out to you. 

“Hey,” you whispered softly. “After the day you’ve had I thought you’d be asleep by now.” You smiled at him as crawled into bed beside him. 

“I was,” he sighed somewhat dramatically. “But then I heard you get home so I started to wonder when you were going to grace me with your presence.” You just smiled at him for your comeback. Once you were settled and warm, you moved over to Frank. Put your head on his chest and wrapped your arm around him to hold him tight. 

“Ugh, I missed you.” You spoke into his chest, hiding your face as you took in his sell. He smelled of soap and aftershave. But to you it smelled like home. 

“We talked 6 hours ago,” Frank chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your hair. 

“ That didn’t count. We were at work and I had to call to report a critical.” You had to point out. Sometimes it was nice to work near your husband. With him working 12 to sometimes 24 hours and you work 9 hours into the night in the lab. Even though the two of you didn’t get the opportunity to see each other as much as you liked you could always contact each other. Sometimes if it was ever slow he would call your desk, but if the two of you were really lucky you’d get to have your breaks together. But that one was far and few between. But when the 2 of you saw each other, it was at home with your children. So the only time you had with your husband was before going to bed and waking up in the morning next to him. That is if he hadn’t been called into the ER for an emergency. 

“Yeah you’re right.” Frank admits wrapping one arm around you then running his other hand up and down your arm. “How was your day, anyway?”

“ Oh you know, same as every day. Getting specimen where they need to go to be tested, calls from tons of nurses, calls to nurses. Urine spills, lab machines malfunctioning. It was long but not the worst.” You answered him. You always felt bad talking about how tiring your day was to your husband who was a doctor in the ED and was actively saving lives everyday. But he never once said anything to you or told you that what you did was nothing compared to his. Because he knew that working anywhere in healthcare was tolling. But truth was after the day you just had you were exhausted. Getting 2 kids under 4 ready for day care was not the easiest, especially when you only have 2 hands. But when you add working on your feet all day, it wears on you. “How about you? How was your day?” Your hand on his stomach started to wander and make imaginary patterns in Frank’s t-shirt. 

“I’m assuming you heard about the little girl that drowned?” Frank asked firstly. 

“I did. I saw it on the ED list. I’m so sorry baby.” You looked up at him with sorrow, reaching up to brush the dark hair out of his face when you noticed tears starting to fill his eyes. He looked down at you trying to give a small smile, but he didn’t need to be strong right now. You placed a soft kiss on his lips and you felt his own lift ever so slightly. 

“She was just so small. It made me think of the kids.”

“That would never happen. They have Dr. Daddy and Science Mommy keeping them safe.” You smiled trying to control your giggles. 

“They told you that?” Frank asked with a surprised face that made him look adorable. 

“Yeah, they do sometimes.” You played with the hem of his shirt as you told him. “We got pretty lucky, Dr. Langdon.”

“We really did, Mrs. Langdon.” The couple just looked into each others eyes with small smiles on their faces. Not quite believing how they had ended up where they currently were. Breaking the emotional tension, Frank pressed a kiss to his wife's forehead, then her lips. Which lingered. 

“Dr. Langdon,” you said against his lips. “Don’t you have to be up for the day in 6 hours?” Asking as his hands began to wander. 

“I’m a doctor. I’m used to being overtired, it’s part of the job description.” He joked as he rolled his wife onto her back, sliding on top of her and sliding a leg between hers. “Oh, and by the way. When we’re at home, it’s Frank to you.” 

[sunarots]

taste ━━━ suna rintarou & miya osamu

12. lunch date ♡

"Oh, you're nearly done." Kuroo beelines towards you and Kiyoko, organising the court for their first game. He dons his uniform with dark circles beneath his eyes, clutching a clipboard by his side in one hand and a coffee in the other. He nudges Iwaizumi with the clipboard. "We could've eaten properly."

Iwaizumi frowns as he looks to the man by his side. "You didn't eat? There's a vending machine just outside, grab a snack."

"He slept in because he was calling Kenma," you announce, picking up one of the volleyballs and tossing it to Kiyoko.

"Hey, no need to tell on me like that."

With a shrug, you dismiss him and take the clipboard from him. "There's nothing on here, where's your stuff?"

He sighs, muttering that he'll be back and turning to leave the gym. A smile creeps out onto your face. "Oh my god. He better wake up fast otherwise I'll kill him."

"At least you have Kiyoko to help." Iwaizumi continues walking to the bench you set up on the court away from the door to set down his stuff. "Osamu and Tanaka-kun were looking for you both."

Kiyoko looks over to you with a suppressed smile, attempting to hide her amusement. "Tanaka will take him here sooner or later. Probably later."

"Osamu will make it sooner." You take a seat beside Iwaizumi, picking up your clipboard and scanning over the itinerary. "Everyone is officially late. Is it bad I'm happy? I want to sit, that was hard work."

He lightly taps your leg to get your attention, directing it to the door. Everyone start to flood in, gathering in front of the door as they look around the gym. "Jinxed it."

You plaster on a smile to pretend you're not kicking yourself for saying it, instead approaching the two teams.

Kiyoko flashes a smile to Tanaka before greeting everyone. "Good morning, everyone! I hope you're all well rested, we have a busy day of practice planned before the big match tomorrow. Y/N has planned everything out thoroughly for us, so please make sure you thank her for her hard work. Take it away, y/n."

As everyone's eyes turn onto you, you can feel the pressure. You clear your throat and announce, "We're starting with one minute matches. It's teams of three which you can find on the whiteboard to your left alongside the coloured bibs you need. After that, we're doing two teams chosen by our esteemed personal trainers, Iwaizumi and Tanaka. They must choose in order of home team, away team, home, away, and so on until there is no one left to pick from. In this match, you are not to play to your strengths. Setters will not set, liberos are not a position, etcetera. Afterwards, we will take an hour lunch break. After lunch, the losing team will have to run the perimeter of campus three times whilst the winning team gets split in half and does another practice game. This time, the players will be chosen by who scored the most and the least points in the team. Any questions?"

When no one answers, you direct them over to the whiteboard to get ready.

Iwaizumi sighs, looking around the gym. "Okay, who's at what part of the gym?"

"I'm with Tanaka on court three, you and y/n on court one, Kuroo is on court two," Kiyoko directs, pointing him in the direction of his court.

You lightly smack his ass with your clipboard and lead the way. "Come on, sexy."

"In front of lover boy?" Iwaizumi smiles at you, walking to the far side of the net. "Shocking."

You fake a laugh, resting a hand on the pole of the net. You wait patiently for the teams to arrive, taking your stopwatch from your pocket and lifting the whistle to your mouth. "Get ready to serve!" After glancing around to make sure everyone's in place, you blow the whistle and start the timer. "Move it, people!"

You catch Kuroo running inside, stopping at the bottom of the court behind you and zoning straight into the game. He starts taking notes on the clipboard, not even bothering to greet you. Shrugging it off, you turn back to the match in front of you.

The quick matches fly by a lot quicker than expected, some teams scoring multiple times in the minute and some rallying the entire time. After six rotations, you blow the whistle again to call for a rest. "Good work, everyone! Get some water, take a breather. Return your vests to Tanaka so he can get them in the laundry. Kuroo and Kiyoko will rearrange the court for the match whilst I organise notes. If you have any questions about how you played, come see me."

Kiyoko passes you her clipboard when you pass her, carrying it over to the whiteboard. You wipe all the names off it and replace it with a table, their names now down the sides and different skills at the top.

"Didn't see you this morning." Osamu rests a shoulder against the wall, wiping at his face with his cloth. "Did you eat?"

"Me and Kiyoko had an early breakfast," you answer, biting back a smile at his concern. "You performed really well with Sendai. Good games."

"Thanks." He kisses the side of your head before turning to lean his back against the wall. "What are you doing?"

"I'm putting all the stats into a table. Receives, sets, points, service aces, blocks, serves that ended in a loss-"

"Jesus," he laughs, peering over at the clipboard. "You made note of all of that?" He watches as you start tallying everything up, using your notes first before factoring in Kiyoko and Kuroo's. "You're really thorough..."

"It's so you can see your strengths and weaknesses, then try to strengthen both," you explain, trying not to lose your place. "Oh, Kiyoko and Tanaka want to have lunch with us. I said yes."

"Double date? Sounds fun. Holy shit, Atsumu scored six points? How is that possible? Where is he?" He spins around to look around the court, spotting Atsumu talking to Kiyoko and helping her set up. "Oi! How'd ya score six points? And stop hitting on Kiyoko-chan!"

"She's older than you, Osamu, have some respect," you scold, rolling your eyes at his immaturity. "You also scored six points. Your stats are pretty similar."

"Fuck off, only six? It felt like more."

You roll your eyes and put the cap back on the pen. "Maybe you can try beat him in this game and make him run the perimeter."

Osamu looks back at you with a smile. "Genius." He taps the small of your back as he moves to join the gathering group of boys.

You pass Kiyoko her clipboard once more before directing everyone's attention to the board. "Okay, teams! Here are your stats, you can look at them after you have been chosen. For now, Iwaizumi and Tanaka will assess the board and use this to choose their teams accordingly. As we are visitors, Tanaka will choose first. Take it away, boys."

# fun fact !

y/n puts a lot of effort into her role as manager and wants to help everyone improve their skills

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[marrycv]

Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

-

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

[piercingheart]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ❀

A/n : ꒥꒷ . I haven't posted anything for a while, also I have been indulging myself in epic the musical, and I've decided I should write a fic for estes :3

estes x reader.

preview ┆︎ the KING has fallen into a deep slumber, which after a while ends up to suitors standing at your palace, pressuring you into chosing a new husband.

(guess what this was based on "the challenge" from epic the musical)

Suitors, standing where the throne of you, your husband usually sits, but it has been a long time since you last seen him awoke right? But the real issue is, you have to deal with these suitors.

Estes was in a deep slumber, sleeping for only the primordial gods know how long, you could only hope it wouldn't be an eternity, as these suitors patience is wearing thin. You've known they are only hungry for power to become the new moon elf king.

Thankfully, due to miya protection, they won't be able to harm you, or break into your bedroom door, to do unspeakable things.

Last night, you've seen a meteor passing down the midnight skies, lighting up new hopes, a sign to the king— No, your husband, that his awakening is soon.

today was the day, where you said you'll choose a new husband, after all, it's been a while and these suitors are waiting, waiting. You had been buying time but now the day has finally come. You've used up all of your options.

That leaves you, to give the suitors a challenge. A challenge they cannot do. You've walked through the gardens, holding an unstring bow that only Miya and estes can string it themselves. The suitors make way for you, a path as you walk past them, then turning around to let everyone see the bow.

“whoever can string my husband's old bow and shoot through 12 axes cleanly.. will be the new king, sit down at the throne.."

You've paused.

"and rule with me as his queen.."

You dropped the bow on the table, not sparing a glance to anyone as you stood across the 12 axes.

"Let the arrow fly, once you know that your aim is true." They can't do it, they won't, which is why you've given these power-hungry suitors, an impossible challenge, and if they can complete the challenge, you'll end up dying anyways, due to that part of the challenge, the twelve axes.

hours and hours pass, as suitors and suitors take their turn to try and complete this challenge. What they didn't know, it was supposed to be impossible, it was for you to buy time, for your husband as you have hopes he will wake up soon, for as suitors and suitors failed to string the bow.

Going back to the garden as you turned around to find your dear husband, face to face surprising you. As you didn't expect he would awoke sooner than later.

Estes told you to stay in the bedroom, let's just say.. it really was a palace covered in red, as he walked into the bedroom, face covered with blood. Questioning you to.. will you fall in love with him again, even tho he has been slumbering for a long time?

Of course..

"i.. will fall in love with you, over and over again. I don't care how when or where, no matter how long it has been."

"you're MINE!" as to how, he would DARE question your loyalty, to think you've fallen out of love after all this time.

"Love.." You haven't been called that nickname for a while, but it felt different, the same from when we got married, how many years has it been since you've been called "Love?" well it didn't matter, as long as the both of us are here, Together. You both hugged each other..

and the ending is up to interpretation, sorry mb guys I suck at writing endings. Anyways, sorry if it feels short. 😭..

please leave a heart.. or reblogs, I appreciate anything (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

[companionjones]

Goat Legs

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader

Fandoms: Marvel, X-Men

Summary: You have the power to see other universes. Sadly, that power controls you.

Warnings: Universes colliding

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"I'm not asking you to take over my position permanently, just for a couple weeks."

Magneto's mood differed from yours completely. While you were relaxed and amused he was annoyed and agitated. "Yes. It starts off with a couple weeks, then you ask for an extension, then, the next thing I know, it's years later, and you and your lover are never coming back."

You laughed, "We're going to Cancun! You're acting as if we're travelling to another dimension."

"How can I expect you to come back here when you don't even want to go home right now?"

That question took you off guard. "I'm sorry?"

"It's time to wake up, Y/n."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's time to wake up."

"Stop it, Mag."

"You have to wake up, Y/n."

"I said stop it!"

"You have to wake up right now!"

Charles was in the middle of teaching a class when Raven burst into the room.

"She's awake," was all Raven said.

The professor turned back to his class with quite the worried expression. "Alright, keep reading chapter 12 everyone. Ms. Raven will be taking over for the time being."

The siblings shared a nod before Charles exited the classroom and began booking it down the hallways to get to you.

You were in an isolated wing of the Xavier Mansion. Charles thought it best to house you there so the students didn't hear your screams.

That choice was coming to fruition that day, as it did most days. Charles could hear your screams as he quickly quickly approached your door. His heart always experienced a lot of pain, seeing you like this. He couldn't even read your mind because it was too much for him. Charles could never imagine what it was like for you.

"My love! My love, I'm here. Please, you have to try to calm your mind."

As Charles rushed into your room and knelt at your bedside, you saw many different versions of him. One second, he was older. The next, he was the same age, but in a wheel chair. Then, you saw him bald. You tried to close your eyes to refresh your mind, but all you saw when you blinked was worlds and universes colliding. You screamed out in frustration, and reached out for Charles.

He took your hand and combed your hair with his fingers. "It's alright. It's alright, my love. We're together. We're home. Everything is okay."

"Tell that to Logan. He's lighting his cigar on an on-fire car as the world ends," you described what you were seeing.

It took a couple hours, but your episode had finally ended and you were calming down.

Charles still sat on your bed with you. He still had one of your hands in his, and he was combing through your hair with his free hand.

"You had goat legs," you quietly informed after hours of restless silence.

Xavier appropriately chuckled at that statement. "What?"

"You had goat legs," you repeated. "In one of my visions, you were having a young girl over for tea in the woods, and you had goat legs."

He scoffed. "That sounds like something out of Alice in Wonderland."

"It was quite whimsical," you admitted.

There was another silence between the two of you before you asked Charles, "Tell me about here again?"

He smiled. "We got everyone on our side after Cuba, even Erik. There still some arguments on how we should approach the rest of the world but we all teach the next generation of mutants here, at home."

Despite all the happy news, a tear rolled down your cheek. "I wish I could be more help."

Charles reminded you, "You don't have to be anything more or anything less than you are right now."

"Can we go for a walk? I'd like to see the kids," you told him.

Charles nodded, "Of course," as he helped you out of bed.

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