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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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i'm stuck with you. — miguel o'hara x reader pt. 1 (college dorm mates au)

summary: the only good thing about having this cocky asshole as your dorm mate is for help at the one subject you abhor and had hoped to avoid: math. even art students can't catch a break from it, it seems. ah, well, the only good thing is your tutor's... free, for the most part... until he asks you for something in return.

pairing: college dorm mate!miguel o'hara x gn!college dorm mate!reader

genre: fluffy <333 a little suggestive though in one bit, but mostly fluff !!

word count: 1,481

authors' note: OK I HAVE PUT THIS OFF FOR TOO LONG, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS LIL TIDBIT I HAVE TO SPARE ATE @binibinileonara !!! (hindi naemphasize yung art student si reader pero this was what i had in mind ,,,,,)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you really hated having to do this; if you could only either be the smartest person in the world and do the math in a matter of seconds or obliterate math as a whole since it was a subject you found boring, or useless–or both. you grumbled as you stared at the incoherent symbols and operations in front of you, hoping that through this staring, the right answers would magically come to you. but alas, such a miracle did not happen, and you've spent 15 minutes straight staring at it getting even more confounded on what to do. you sighed as the door to your dorm opened, and coming into the room was your absolute ass of a dorm mate–miguel o'hara.

seeing you slumped over on your desk made him raise an eyebrow out of curiosity. "what are you moping about?" he asked you as he took a sip from the coffee he bought earlier, with your eyes narrowing up at him at his coffee. "didn't think to get me one when i've been pulling all-nighters all week?" you asked him with irritation in your voice as miguel merely sipped louder and shrugged. "didn't ask me to get you any." "that's because every time i ask you, you never get me any!" you complained as miguel peered over at the math assignment you had and chuckled. "oh, basic." he muttered under his breath as you looked over your shoulder in embarrassment, your face flustered as miguel had just called the horrible, incomprehensible mess of letters, numbers, and symbols 'basic'?

you huffed as miguel sat down next to you and set his coffee aside. "y'need any help?" he asked you with a monotonous, uninterested voice as he took a pencil and the assignment into his own hands. "you wouldn't understand this." "oh i beg to differ." he said as he got to work on the solutions, pulling up a scientific calculator and pressing away at the keys, slightly enjoying solving your math assignment for you as you watched in utter envy at his big, fat brain getting to work while yours is shriveling up and dying at the math you couldn't even begin to understand. he chuckled to himself again as he kept solving it, with you peering over at him as he kept writing down answers and tapped away at the calculator's keys, with you feeling so lost at what he was doing.

"that's my homework you've got there." you reminded him as he kept solving it non-stop. "and it's my brain doing the work for your poor, pitiful self that can't even understand pre-calculus." he said as he put the pencil down and reviewed his answers, muttering to himself as he read it over, doing the operations backwards to double check the answers.

he took the paper full of solutions away with him as he was about to leave the dorm. you scrambled out of your seat and rushed over to him, unsure if you were about to beg him for the answer sheet or grovel at his feet for them. "wait!" you exclaimed as you jumped out of your seat and onto your feet. he turned around to look at you, the answer sheet still in his hand. "what? it's your homework, isn't it? sounded like you didn't want me to do it, so here, i'm giving you want you wanted." he said as he looked at you from underneath his glasses, smirking to himself ever so smugly as you pouted up at him, your eyebrows knitting together in frustration.

you took in a deep breath and brought your shoulders down, trying to loosen up as you exhaled and looked up at his smug, shit-eating grin with all the calmness you could muster. "miguel..." you began, trying to keep your cool as miguel leaned down to hear you better. "sorry, tiny, can't hear your little ant voice, speak up." he teased you as you grumbled under your breath. you inhaled and exhaled again, trying to keep yourself focused on asking him for that damn answer sheet. "miguel, can you please... give me those answers for my math assignment." you pleaded him in a louder voice. "huh? sorry, you sound like a little cockroach right now, speak up, please." he said as he leaned down nearer to your face as you grumbled again. "please, give me the answers for the math assignment. i won't ask for anything more." "huuuuuh? speak up, couldn't hear you." " i said give me the answers for the math assignment, you cocky motherfu–" "oh, okay, here." he said as he handed you the folded up paper.

you reached out to take it, but miguel quickly yanked it away from you, with his smirk widening as you seemed so desperate for the answers... that you'd probably do anything for them. he chuckled as he shook his head. "how cute, but you gotta work for this, y'know? i'm not as generous as you think i am, chiquita." he said as he found your pouting and angry face just so irresistibly cute.

you stamped your foot and kept pleading, while also insulting, him–much to his amusement. he couldn't take it anymore, you were far too cute for him to say no to. "alright, alright, fine, chiquita, i'll hand it over, wouldn't wanna fry your cute, empty little brain, no?" he teased as he handed it to you, but pulled away again as you sighed exasperatedly. "but again... y'gotta work for it." he said as he took your seat and gently placed his hands on your waist. you shuddered as he pulled you close to him, his nose nearly touching yours as you looked down at him, and he looked up at you with more of a smile than a smirk or cocky grin like earlier.

despite you acting all angry and defiant towards miguel, you didn't pull away from him–you instead felt yourself submitting to his touch and leaning further against his chest. your breathing slowed and your defiant gestures ceased as you felt miguel's breath hot against your cheek. "so... what do you think of me?" he asked you with a smirk as you pouted up at him. "if it wasn't obvious already, you're an asshole who's full of himself." he chuckled at your honest observation. "okay, true, true... but not even the least bit handsome to you?" he asked you in a softer, sweeter voice. you remained silent, searching for the right words you wanted to utter right then and there, but all that you could answer would give away how you didn't see him as just your annoying dorm mate.

the fluster in your face got even worse as he tucked away a stray strand of hair behind your ear and murmured that you looked so beautiful. "i wouldn't mind doing your homework for you all the time, really... you know me well enough, i'm a little weak for you." he said with a chuckle as you felt flustered at his flattery. "just get on with it, so i can–" your lips had stopped moving to speak, and instead, they moved to messily lock lips with his as he leaned over and pressed his soft, supple lips against your own. you didn't pull away, you gave yourself into the kiss until miguel had pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. "all you had to do... was admit you like me. but i guess i had it all wrong, maybe... i had to admit it first, but whatever." he muttered as he handed you the paper full of solutions. you forgot that was the reason you went through all this trouble of begging him and letting him touch you.

you tried to act tough, telling him he should've asked you first if he could kiss you, with him nodding and apologizing about his extreme boldness right then and there. "not my most gentlemanly moment." "as if you even are a gentleman." you said as you leaned against him still, with him raising his eyebrows in confusion. "you... wanna stay on me?" he asked you as you sighed. "you started it, now you reap what you sow, asshole." you said in a fake irritated snap as miguel chuckled. "okay, um... can i hold you again this time?" he asked in a whisper as you nodded. "finally, you figured out how to ask before you take." you said as you felt a little more flustered at the thought of him having kissed you earlier, him letting all his bare emotions out on you. he may be a cocky, arrogant smartass... but you had to admit, you were kind of waiting for him to make the first move; at least now, he was being just a bit nicer to you. you could get used to him doing your homework for you, in exchange for a few kisses from you.

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jarofstyles · 1 year ago

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FICTOBER DAY 13- Taunt

Helloooo. I hope you enjoy, sorry about the wait!!!

This is a blurb from Dirty Business hehehehe.

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“Are you trying to taunt me?” His rough voice traveled through his office, eyes peeling over Y/N’s costume. She rested with her hands braced on the dark wood of his desk, her slightly unbuttoned blouse giving a peek into the lack of bra that was hidden underneath.

Harry had been working in his new and improved office, leaning over his keyboard and writing a scathing email when his door had been unlocked from the outside. Only one person held the key to this place, so he knew who it was, but he was very surprised to see the vastly different outfit his lover had on. Tight black pencil skirt, tempting stockings clinging to her legs. Her shirt was a stark white button up with a slightly relaxed collar, black buttons going up most of it until it reached the middle of her tits- where she so kindly had left a bit unbuttoned for his viewing pleasure. He could hear the clicking of her patent leather heels as she approached the desk, her red painted lips smiling at him as she had greeted him with a ‘Hello, sir.’. She even had her hair up in a smart bun with a pencil tucked behind her ear.

“I don’t know what you could possibly be talking about, Sir. I came to check on you, because obviously you’ve had some grueling work.” Her painted pout went straight to his crotch, matching red nails tapping over the cold wood. “It’s the day before Halloween! I know you take your job very seriously, but don’t you want a break?” Her pout morphed into a nymph like grin, leaning further over the desk with her dip of her breasts showing just a bit more- and as much control as Harry normally held, Y/N was his true weakness. Anyone who had eyes would know that.

She had dressed up as a sexy secretary, a tempting wet dream right in front of him. He had been stressed all day and she knew he was going to be late home for dinner, so instead she had come to him. He held a lot of love for this woman in his heart but it seemed to grow each and every day. Both the costume and her thoughtfulness, knowing and sensing when her partner was frustrated and needed to take a break made him horny.

Y/N had often told Harry he was working himself to the bone- and he was. He had to prove that he deserved his position, he didn’t actually get it just because he was with the owner’s daughter, so he spent many nights on his computer and putting in double the effort. While Y/N knew and understood once he had explained it to her, she didn’t like that type of strain on him, so the giving girl made her her personal and very serious mission to make him relax.

“Come on. Don’t you want to have something sweet, Sir?” Her heels snapped against the ground as she rounded the desk, Harry’s arms crossing over his chest as he watched her approach. He would probably not get this email done, but watching her fingers pop another button on her shirt made his jaw clench up and suddenly, that prospect was okay. “Anything you’d like… Just let me know what you need, and I’ll let you have it.” Her body moved to stand between his legs, sitting her bum against the lip of the desk and taking his hands from their folded state to grab her hips.

Harry was only so strong, squeezing her hips as he glanced at her with a narrowed glare. “I’ve got things to do, Y/N. I pay you to be my secretary, not my caregiver. But…” He looked down at her chest, feeling her soft hips in his hands and his cock throbbing in his briefs. “If you want to be any good at your job, you can go above and beyond this once.” Removing his hands, he moved his chair back and gestured to the floor. “I want to cash in on that something sweet. Get on those knees and suck me off. Want to cum down your pretty little throat to take the edge off.”

Y/N’s smile widened, looking giddily at him as she immediately did as asked. It took her a second, hiking up the skirt so she had a bit more mobility, falling to her knees as her greedy hands immediately went to his belt. “Thank you, Sir. You won’t regret it.” She whispered, nudging her cheek against the trousers on his thigh. This little roleplay was something she had stashed away for their halloween party adventures, but thank god she had a backup. Harry had been at the office overtime for all week, and she wanted to make him feel good, damn it.

The moment her mouth was wrapped around his prick, Harry’s shoulders began to deflate, leaning back in his chair as he watched the red lipstick smear on his skin, her lips stretching around the girth. Perhaps she was a bit overzealous in her quickness to take him further down, gagging on him and startling him slightly as he tugged her up by the hair and sent her a look. “Careful, pretty thing. Love hearing you gag around me, but be careful with it. There’s no rush.” He released her hair, chuckling as she went back down and licked up the excess saliva on him before popping him right back into her mouth.

“There we go. Cleaning up your messes, such a perfect little thing. Taunting me into taking breaks, love distracting me. Don’t you?” her hum against him made his thighs tense, vibrations making him groan. Y/N was no stranger to what he liked, but it still amazed him that she was so fucking good at it.

Time moved as he leaned back in the seat, guiding her with his hand as she bobbed up and down on his cock, feeling his balls tighten as she pulled back to lick over them. It was a weakness, a garbled moan leaving his throat as he pushed her further into them, her mouth suckling at them and her hand messy as it stroked him quickly, firmly. The wet sounds filled his office, along with his harsh breathing, and he was stupidly close. He had good stamina usually, but the combination of everything had him feeling it in his gut as he pulled her off of his balls with a wet sound from her mouth.

“M’gonna cum.” He whispered. “Stick out your tongue, baby. There we go, lay it flat.” He took over, smacking the tip of his cock over the pink muscle as he felt his balls pull up, groaning as he felt it. “Here it comes, angel. Take your treat.” He watched the stripes of cum spurt over her soft mouth, over her tongue and lips as she blinked up at him with her bambi eyes. Streaks of mascara had fallen a bit down her cheek from making herself gag a little, but it was a picture perfect scene as his toes curled in his shoes, mouth open as he finished on her tongue.

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years ago

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The Worst Double Date

"How did I let you talk me into this?"

Midge give him an innocent look as she spritzes a little perfume on her wrists and dabs behind her ears. "I plied you with liquor and sexual favors," she reminds him.

Lenny snaps a finger and shakes his head. "That's right. That blow job really scrambled my brain."

Midge laughs and gets to her feet, wrapping her arms around him. "We'll go. We'll have a couple drinks. Eat a little dinner…"

"Avoid jokes about pencil sharpeners…"

"Eh, maybe we won't be that nice," Midge smirks wickedly.

"You, Miss Weissman, are not allowed to look at me that way," he tells her, pulling her closer. "Not if you're expecting to leave the house."

She kisses him lightly. "I promise it will all be worth it."

"We're spending an entire evening with your ex and the woman he cheated on you with," Lenny points out.

"And then we're going back to your place," Midge reminds him. "Where you'll get to see my new corset."

He freezes, lifting an eyebrow. "New, you say?"

"I do say."

"Color?"

"You'll find out after dinner."

Lenny huffs out a breath. "Fine. It'll be worth it."

*****

Joel cannot stop tapping his foot on the club’s floor.

Midge had been entirely too gracious about this whole thing. Since she and Lenny are the ones with the crazy schedules, she’d let him pick the place. She made sure the kids were well taken care of.

Hell, the fact that hi ex-wife had agreed to this idea in the first place was a red flag in Joel’s eyes.

But here he sits, next to his girlfriend, waiting for his ex-wife and her fiance to show up.

He’d just figured…well…if they’re gonna be trading kids back and forth, and they’re both going to have new partners, they should at least try to make an effort not to hate said partners.

Midge had loved Mei; respected the hell out of Mei.

But Mei is gone, with their son. God knows where. And in her place…

Is Penny Pann.

Midge thinks very little of Penny.

Joel used to think the world of Lenny Bruce, but then he found out about him and Midge. That kind of shit certainly has a way of changing your mind about a guy.

But he’s gotta try, right? Try to make this work.

For the kids.

And for himself, because fuck does he want to be friends with Lenny Bruce, and fuck does he not want to piss off Midge, who is not only the mother of his children, but now an Emmy winner.

And really, all of this was Archie’s idea.

“Make nice. Don’t piss off two of the biggest names in comedy or they’ll tell all of their comedy friends not to play our club.”

Jesus does Joel hate when Archie is right.

“You worry too much,” Penny tells him, reaching out and taking his hand. “It’s just Midge and whatever guy she’s with this time, right?”

“She’s marrying him,” Joel tells her. “And he’s Lenny Bruce.”

Penny blinks. “Who?”

Fuck’s sake.

There’s a commotion in the club as people start to turn their heads, and Joel joins them. His stomach drops immediately as he spots Midge and Lenny walking in.

These are not the Midge and Lenny who come to family dinners. These are not the Midge and Lenny who pick up the kids every week. He’s not even sure these are the Midge and Lenny from their gigs or TV shows.

No. These are the Midge and Lenny who show up to an event, dressed impeccably. Lenny’s suit is freshly pressed and well-fitting. Midge’s dress is black with a swirling blue design on every other pleat of its skirt.

They look perfect.

They look like stars.

And this was on purpose.

Joel glowers at Midge as she says hello to a few people, still holding Lenny’s arm as they make their way over at a leisurely pace.

“Wow,” Penny breathes, obviously a little stunned. “She’s come a long way from the Revlon counter…”

“Yeah,” Joel grouses. He gets to his feet as they step over, though Lenny takes a moment, chatting with someone he obviously knows.

Midge grins at them as Lenny joins her. “Hi, Joel. Penny.”

“Hey,” Joel says. “You uh…you’re not as late as usual.”

“That would be my fault,” Lenny chimes in. “I wanted to get out the door before Abe dragged me into another Castro debate.”

“Right,” Joel says mildly.

Penny clears her throat softly.

“Midge, you remember Penny,” he says quickly.

“Hard to forget,” Midge comments, giving Penny a polite smile. “Hi.”

“Midge,” Penny responds evenly.

“Penny, this is my fiance, Lenny,” Midge tells her. “Lenny, this is Penny.”

“Our names rhyme,” Penny comments, trying for a smile. “That’s funny.”

“Funny haha or funny peculiar?” Lenny asks curiously.

Joel fights hard not to roll his eyes. “Everyone have a seat.”

“Penny never got up,” Midge points out. “So she can’t have a seat. She’s already got one.”

Lenny dramatically pulls a chair out for Midge, and Joel knows it’s mostly to derail that line of commentary. “Now you have one, too.”

Midge grins and kisses his cheek. “Thank you.”

Joel sits as well, when Lenny sits, and knows in his very soul, that this night cannot end fast enough.

*****

It is rare, Lenny thinks as he sits quietly at the table, to stumble across a person quite as dimwitted as Penny Pann.

Or someone quite so bitter.

Because for whatever fucking reason, this woman clearly has not let go of the fact that sometime at the end of 1958, Joel nearly went back to Midge, and even though he didn’t, he still left Penny the first time.

“So,” Penny says breezily. “Midge.”

“Penny,” Midge says, lifting her chin, her blue gaze landing on the other woman. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Penny tells her. “Great, actually. What about you? Sleep with any husbands lately?”

Joel is about to open his mouth and interject, but Lenny knows better. Midge has this handled.

“Not recently,” Midge tells her. “It’s been a couple of years, but I guess when Lenny and I get married, I’ll be sleeping with a husband.”

“Right now she’s just sleeping with a former husband,” Lenny chimes in.

“Maybe let’s talk about something else,” Joel snaps. “Lenny. Any good shows coming up?”

“I’ll be out of town for a couple weeks, traveling the Mid-Atlantic and New England,” he tells them. “Baltimore. Boston. Philly. Those kindsa places.”

“Nice,” Joel nods evenly. “You got gigs for here in the city lined up?”

“Mostly for the fall,” Lenny shrugs. “I’m taking a little vacation in August to move my daughter from LA to my apartment here. Things are going well enough, and I have the space, and I miss her like crazy.”

Joel frowns deeply, confused. “You have a kid?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t I know that?”

“Because I don’t know you very well,” Lenny reminds him.

“You don’t talk about your kid in your act?” Joel asks, still confused.

“I don’t have that kind of act,” Lenny says. “And my kid doesn’t stare at me in creepy silence for twenty straight minutes without blinking.”

Midge laughs at that. “In my defense, I was high when I did that set.”

Penny looks alarmed. “You were high?!”

“It was a few puffs from a joint,” Lenny waves her off. “It was one night and it was nothing.”

“That’s illegal,” Penny whispers loudly.

“So is most of my act still,” Lenny shrugs. “Give it another fifty years, I bet you won’t be able to round a street corner without smelling the devil’s lettuce.”

Joel rubs his face. “Why don’t we order drinks? Who wants drinks?”

“Oh! Martini, up, olives, so many olives, three olives,” Midge says quietly.

“Two fingers of whiskey on the rocks for me, please,” Lenny adds.

“A grasshopper for me,” Penny chimes in.

“Joel will fix that,” Midge blurts out.

Penny frowns. “Fix what?”

Midge takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she squares her shoulder. “Nothing.”

Lenny frowns a little. He recognizes that posture on Midge. That stressed out, ‘I was in an emotionally abusive marriage and I didn’t realize it until he left me’ posture. He brushes his fingers against hers under the table and she hooks hers with his tightly, and when he looks at her face, she’s giving him a grateful smile.

“I’ll be back with the drinks,” Joel says awkwardly as he gets to his feet and rushes.

Lenny nods, but turns his attention back to Midge, lifting his eyebrows in a ‘you okay?’ kind of expression.

She nods and smiles sheepishly, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes briefly, and he presses a light kiss to her temple.

****

Penny frowns as she watches Joel rush off, and then turns to find Midge and Lenny in a world all their own.

She remembers her first relationship with Joe. How he’d talked about Midge. How controlling she’d been. How heartless. How disinterested in Joel’s dreams she was. How frigid she could be.

Watching her now (though trying not to look like she’s watching as she sips her water), Penny sees someone who doesn’t seem to fit that description. She looks at Lenny like he hung the moon. Like his very presence at the table next to her is lifting her spirits.

Lenny is giving her a soft, adoring grin, obviously happy to be here with Midge; making the most of what is, honestly, an awkward night.

Penny knows she looks at Joel that way. She’s…not sure Joel has ever looked that way at her in return.

And suddenly, it hits Penny like a baseball bat to the head.

Midge moved on.

Mei is gone.

She is a consolation prize.

Joel is settling for her. There are two women Joel would rather be with.

Penny isn’t one of them.

Tears threaten her as she watches Midge rest her head comfortably on Lenny’s shoulder, and his lips brush a light kiss to her temple, as if that’s something they do all the time.

Because it probably is.

“Excuse me,” Penny jokes out as she messily gets to her feet and rushes for the bathroom.

*****

Midge watches Penny stumble off and sighs softly. “Fuck.”

“Here?” Lenny asks curiously. “Now?”

“She’s upset,” Midge tells him.

“Well…she’s seeing Joel,” Lenny points out. “So…”

“Where’s Penny?” Joel asks as he sets their drinks down on the table.

“She went to the bathroom,” Midge tells him. “Something upset her.”

“What’d you say?” Joel snaps, looking upset.

“Literally nothing,” Midge bites back quickly.

“Well, go see what’s wrong.”

“Me?”

“You’re the woman at this table,” Joel points out. “I can’t go into the ladies’ room, neither can Lenny.”

“I can,” Lenny corrects him. “It’s a question of should.”

“You’re making jokes now?” Joel asks, quickly getting heated.

“It’s kind of my entire thing,” Lenny shrugs. “And also, my previous statement is true.”

Midge huffs out a breath and gets to her feet. “I’ll go.”

“Thank you,” Joel snaps, obviously not at all grateful.

Midge doesn’t respond as she heads for the ladies’ room.

*****

Regina Dalton has been privy to some wild-ass white people conversations. As the attendant in the ladies’ room at a very fancy club, there are times when she wishes she were anywhere but here, listening to these wild, insane, sometimes doped-up conversations.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

Tonight, Midge Maisel walks into the bathroom looking like a woman on a mission.

“Mrs. Maisel!” Regina chirps. “I saw you at the Apollo a few years ago, you killed that night!”

The other woman beams at her in a way that’s polite, but genuine. “Thank you so much. That’s really kind. I’m really glad you enjoyed the show.”

“Not bad for a white girl in Harlem,” Regina jokes, making the comedienne laugh.

“That’s really all I could have hoped for that night,” Midge tells her. She lowers her voice. “Hey - did a dark-haired, upset-looking woman in a green dress come rushing in here?”

Regina nods and lowers her voice to a whisper. “Yes, she did. Ugly crying and everything.”

“Oy,” Midge sighs okay. “Okay. Thank you for letting me know what to expect.”

“Friend of yours?”

“Ex-husband’s girlfriend,” Midge explains. “If you come to a future show, I’m sure I’ll have plenty more to say.”

Regina tries hard to not giggle at that as she watches Midge head down the row of toilet stalls.

*****

“So,” Joel says awkwardly.

Lenny sips his drink, staring back at the younger man silently.

Joel knows he’s doing it on purpose. Joel knows damn well that Lenny thinks that putting Midge through an entire evening of sitting across from the man who broke her heart and the woman who helped him do it is bullshit.

Joel finds it hard to fault the guy. He’s probably at least a little right. And if MIdge and Joel hadn’t had children, they wouldn’t be doing this. They wouldn’t be in each others’ lives anymore. It would have been a clean break four years ago.

As it stands, Joel feels like this can’t be helped.

“I know you don’t like me,” Joel says.

Lenny doesn’t respond. He just sits back in his seat, tall frame taking up quite a lot of room in a way that’s casual and somehow imposing at the same time.

“I know you think this entire night is a terrible idea.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” Lenny points out. “You asked to go on this double date. To try and bury the hatchet on some old heartaches, and Midge said yes. So here I am.”

Joel nods.

“The difference is that when Midge brought this entire cockamamie idea to my attention, she took the time to ask me to be understanding. To behave a little. Show a little compassion for a couple of people I don’t really have any compassion for.”

“Jeez, you really don’t like me,” Joel mutters.

“Why should I like you?” Lenny asks.

Joel stares at him.

Lenny shrugs. “I suppose I should thank you. If it weren’t for your wandering dick, Midge and I never would have met. But here is what I do not understand about tonight.”

“What?” Joel asks.

“Why not take Penny aside and ask her to show a little kindness?” Lenny asks.

“You think I didn’t?” Joel snaps. “Come on, I know I’m an asshole, but I’m not that bad.”

“So she just didn’t listen,” Lenny surmises. “Knew you were looking for a friendly ceasefire and she fired shots off the bat?”

Joel sighs heavily. “Yeah.”

It’s not the whole truth. And they both know it. Joel squirms a little in his seat, fiddling withis empty glass.

Lenny takes a larger sip of his drink.

“No,” Joel amends. “I told her I wanted it to be a nice night. I didn’t ask her to hold off on the insults.”

“So you are that bad,” Lenny says.

“Yeah.”

He gets no other response.

*****

“Go away, Midge.”

Midge takes a breath and closes her eyes, letting it out slowly as she stands outside the stall that Penny Pann has commandeered. “Look, I know that you hate my guts because I slept with Joel when he and I were still technically married, even though he’d walked out on me.”

She gets no response.

“But it’s been a few years now,” Midge goes on. “Maybe we could just…not be such raging assholes to each other going forward?”

“It’s not about Joel,” Penny blurts out tearily. “Well it is, but it’s not about you and Joel. It’s about- about you and Lenny.”

Midge frowns. “Me and Lenny? What about us?”

“It’s just- you’re so happy together!”

Midge purses her lips and looks down at the engagement ring on her finger. A modest-sized but just about perfect diamond on a rose gold band (“you like pink so much, I thought it’d be good. It felt like you.”). “We are happy.”

“I want to be that happy,” Penny says quietly.

“It’s not easy,” Midge admits after a moment. “I thought it was. When I was with Joel, it certainly seemed easy. But I was wrong. And Lenny has never been an easy man to love, mostly because he’s not very good at loving himself, which is - an entirely different topic of conversation that you don’t need in your life right now. Or - ever. But being happy in a relationship takes time and work. And if one or both of you isn’t willing to put it in, then it’s not going to happen. Or you think it’s happening but it turns out to be bullshit.”

A startled gasp sounds from a woman heading to another stall.

“Oh, please, we’re in the ladies room of a club that doesn’t allow kids under the age of eighteen in,” Midge snaps. “Get a grip.”

Penny gives a watery giggle at that.

“You want Joel?” Midge asks.

“Y-Yes.”

“Do the work,” Midge shrugs. “If he’s not willing to do it with you, he is not the one.”

“He is the one. He’s always been the one.”

“I thought so too,” Midge says softly. “I was wrong.”

“I’m not you.”

“Thank fuck,” Midge mutters.

“I heard that!”

Midge doesn’t dignify that with an answer. “You ready to come back out or you need a few more minutes?”

“...A few more minutes?”

Midge nods. “I’ll wait.”

*****

It takes a few more minutes for the two women to come back from the ladies’ room, and when they do, Lenny reaches out, taking Midge’s hand and tugging her down to have a seat on his knee.

She looks…

“Hi,” she says with a sad smile.

“Hello,” he returns, tilting his head. “You okay?”

Midge nods and closes her eyes briefly. “I think we’re gonna call it. Tonight’s not the night.”

Lenny nods, thinking that over, glancing at Penny as she sits stiffly next to Joel before turning back to Midge. “Pizza? Chinese? Burgers?”

“French fries sound so fucking good right now,” she breathes out, her shoulders relaxing.

“Then I will buy you French fries,” he grins, helping her to her feet before getting to his own. He turns to Joel and Penny - neither of whom get to their feet. “Well. Tonight was…a night of the week. We’ll see you around.”

Midge chuckles a little and nudges Lenny along. “Goodnight, you two.”

Joel gets to his feet abruptly then, telling Penny he’ll be right back as he follows them towards the door.

“Midge.”

Lenny turns back, watching as Midge turns to look at Joel.

“Penny loves you,” she says softly, though Lenny can still hear her. “Really loves you. Don’t fuck it up.”

With that, she takes Lenny by the hand, and tugs him out.

“We didn’t pay for our drinks, you know,” he reminds her, amused.

“No we didn’t,” Midge nods. “I just spent a good fifteen minutes comforting the woman who helped ruin my first marriage. She can buy us a couple of drinks.”

Lenny tugs her close, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her, kissing the side of her head. “All the French fries you can handle.”

“Hell, yes.”

END

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caashmoneynae · 1 year ago

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POETIC JUSTICE.

JOEY BADA$$ x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Devyn secretly has a crush on Jo-Vaughn and her crush on him is revealed through him reading her poetry. ✨

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𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗬𝗡 sat with her face against the palm of her hand as she listened to her professor preach about body language. since she wanted to be a psychologist, she took courses that talked about behaviors, brain development, body language, mental states, and more. though most times it seemed as if she was bored due to her resting face, she actually found the classes very interesting and loved hearing her professors talk so passionately about the subject they were teaching.

Devyn's pencil gently tapped against her cheek as her eyes began to wander around the classroom, her gaze slowly landing on Jo-Vaughn while she watched him write in his notebook. she watched his dreads slightly sway with the movement of his wrist as she analyzed him from head to toe. he wore a black bandanna atop his head and four of his dreads — two on the left, two on the right — rested on the sides of his face as the rest were pulled back into a low bun, his tongue gently running over his lips while he wrote on his paper. his attire consisted of a black sweatshirt with black sweatpants to match and two earrings sat in his ears as his cologne gently tickled Devyn's nose even though she was in the row behind him.

to Devyn, Jo-Vaughn made the simplest outfits look good, and his matching sweatshirt and sweatpants were surely doing their job of making him more appealing to her. she didn't want to admit it because she felt as if it was embarrassing, but she had a crush on Jo-Vaughn, and luckily for her, she hid it well, so he didn't know and neither did any of the other students.

knowing how observant her professor was, however, she most likely figured it out by now.

grabbing her poetry notebook from her tote bag, Devyn gently sat it on her desk as she flipped through old poems and found an empty page, gripping her pencil while she lowered her hand down onto the page.

his eyelashes fluttered gracefully as he looked down,

his pencil moving effortlessly across his paper.

his hand holding down the sheet,

his writing utensil being the shaper.

his cologne danced in my nose like a toddler,

his eyes as beautiful as can be.

though it made me nervous,

i loved when he looked at me.

his voice was relaxing,

his speech was charming.

surprisingly he didn't have a girlfriend,

and to me it was alarming.

a man that handsome,

a man that intelligent.

a man that had an amazing personality,

a man that was heaven-sent.

he doesn't always see me,

but i always see him.

i love the atmosphere when he's around,

but my chances of being with him are slim.

as if on cue with her last line, the bell rang, indicating that class had ended and the students were free to do what they pleased since it was the end of the day. closing her poetry notebook and her regular notebook, Devyn listened to the commotion in the classroom as she stuffed them in her bag and stood up from her seat, tossing her pencil inside the bag as well while she made her way to the door.

pulling her hood onto her head, Devyn adjusted the bag on her shoulder as she walked through the hall filled with conversing students and walked out the double doors of the school, making her way to the girls' dorm while she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

Devyn didn't have many friends, so she stayed to herself most of the time. the only friend she had was her roommate Toni, but the two weren't together a lot because Toni was an extroverted party girl and Devyn wasn't, so the only times they were seen together were in the two classes they shared, at lunch, and their dorm.

Toni was a cool girl that kept her space clean, got her work done, and knew how to mind her business, so Devyn rocked with her and trusted her like a sister.

fortunately for Devyn, none of the classes they shared had Jo-Vaughn in them, so Toni didn't know Devyn liked him and couldn't see her secretly fawn over the attractive man.

"damn, girl, how'd you get in here before me?" Devyn asked, chuckling, as she closed the dorm's door behind her and walked over to her side of the room, making Toni giggle while she looked over at her.

"i got a date, D. you know Destin, right?" Toni asked, smoothing out her brown bootcut corduroy pants, as Devyn chuckled and pulled her hood off of her burgundy silk-pressed hair, running her fingers over her scalp and smoothing down any flyaways.

"ain't that the dude with dreads that be with Jo-Vaughn and Denzel?" Devyn asked, setting her tote bag down in the chair she had next to her dresser, as she grabbed her poetry notebook and pencil out of it and placed it in her other tote bag with her blanket and snacks, slinging the bag over her shoulder while she adjusted her beige cargo pants on her waist and pushed her phone deeper inside her back pocket.

"yes ma'am, that's him. we been talkin' for 'bout a week now and he asked me on our first official date a few minutes ago and told me to meet him by the benches at the front of the school since, you know, they don't allow boys over here," Toni explained, chuckling while she adjusted her brown long-sleeve crop-top, as she grabbed her necklace and signaled for Devyn to come towards her, "and before you ask, he asked me to match with him, so that's why i got all this brown on."

"just because they don't allow it doesn't mean that shit still doesn't happen," Devyn chuckled, earning a laugh from Toni, as she walked over to her and helped her fasten her necklace, making Toni smile while she adjusted it to her liking, "but i hope you have a good date, T. he seems like a sweetheart if you ask me."

"thank you, my brown suga' bae," Toni smiled, earning a smile from Devyn, as she noticed the bag on Devyn's shoulder and reached towards her bed to grab her jacket, "you must be goin' to ya tree? 'cause that's the only time i ever see you with it."

Toni called Devyn her "brown suga' bae" not only because she was brown-skinned, but because her favorite song was "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo, which she played religiously. Devyn's favorite genre of music was Neo-Soul, and apart from D'Angelo, she listened to Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, Raphael Saadiq, Lauryn Hill, and more Neo-Soul legends. she loved Neo-Soul because it brought her peace and she loved to listen to it while she meditated, wrote poetry, walked the halls, and did homework. occasionally she listened to rap music by various artists, but Neo-Soul had her heart, and she'd never let it go.

as for the tree Toni mentioned, there was a big tree on a small hill behind their college that she sat under most days because she loved to sit in nature and be outdoors, hence the blanket inside her bag. sometimes she did her homework up there, and if she wasn't doing homework, she was writing poetry. she loved listening to the birds chirp and the tree limbs blowing in the wind as she worked. she liked to stare up into the sky and watch the clouds sway and turn into different shapes of many different objects because the clouds were her favorite part of the sky. sometimes the football team would practice behind the school and if Devyn was back there when it happened, she'd watch them and occasionally wave to the ones who waved at her first.

Devyn was a girl who was big on her peace of mind, keeping her energy positive and pure, and nature, and it was evident in the things she did and the way she dressed.

"yup. since it's Friday and i finished all my homework and other work that i didn't get to finish when it was due, i'ma go relax by my tree," Devyn smiled, watching Toni grab her jacket, as she pulled her hood back onto her head and made her way to the door, "have fun on ya date, T."

"have fun at your tree, DeeDee!"

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laying out her blanket, Devyn adjusted it to her liking as she sat down on it, setting her bag beside her while she looked out into the open field of freshly cut grass and flowers. the sun softly shined on her skin as she removed her hood from her head, smoothing down her hair while she took off her shoes and sat them next to her bag. pushing her hair behind her ear, Devyn looked up into the blue sky and let out a soft sigh, feeling the gentle breeze run through her silk-pressed tresses while her muscles relaxed.

Devyn enjoyed the peace being alone brought her. that's one of the reasons why she didn't have any friends apart from Toni. she liked being alone because she didn't have to worry about anyone fucking up her energy or messing up her peace, and she's been that way since she was in high school.

she'd rather be by herself all the time than be with people who radiated negative energy or who could potentially disturb her peace, regardless of who the person was and what they were to her.

pulling her notebook out of her bag, Devyn grabbed her pencil and opened the book as she flipped to an empty page, smiling at seeing the poem she wrote about Jo-Vaughn while she gripped her pencil and began to write.

the yellow sun shined above me,

showering the land with as much light as can be.

it made the earth more lively,

it made the plants sprout with glee.

the blue sky crowded with clouds,

the large fluffy white blotches hanging above me.

i loved to watch them float through the air,

sometimes they let rain free.

ladybugs littered the grass,

some crawling onto my clothing.

adult animals spending time with their young,

sometimes even sleeping, their eyes closing.

the cool breeze sang amongst the city,

whispering in my ear as it blew my hair.

the tree limbs swinging as if they were dancing,

causing some to stop and stare.—

"mind if i join you?" a voice asked, making Devyn jump, as she raised her head and locked eyes with a smiling Jo-Vaughn, causing her to smile with him while he chuckled softly, "my bad, i ain't mean to scare you, Devyn. i just saw you up here by ya'self and wanted to see if you needed some company."

"you're fine, Jo-Vaughn, i was just zoned out a lil'," Devyn chuckled softly, grabbing her bag and her shoes, as she moved them to her right side and patted the seat next to her while she looked up at him, "you can join me, i don't mind."

Jo-Vaughn smiled as he squatted down and sat next to her, taking off his shoes and sitting them on the left side of him to show courtesy to her blanket. his right leg grazed her left one and Devyn gently bit down on her inner jaw to suppress her blushing as she closed her notebook and Jo-Vaughn looked around, his eyes scanning the scenery in awe.

"now i see why you always up here... it's peaceful out here, yo." Jo-Vaughn complimented, making Devyn look over at him, as she secretly analyzed his side profile and chuckled softly.

"how you know i'm always up here?" Devyn asked, playfully raising a brow at the man, as Jo-Vaughn looked over at her and cracked a small smile.

"I BE LOOKIN' FOR YOU SOMETIMES, DEV'. whenever i ask Toni where you at, she always says "she up unda' that tree", so i decided to come look for you today. i see what the hype's 'bout now, it's beautiful up here," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, making Devyn smile, as she pushed her hair behind her ear and looked out into the empty field while Jo-Vaughn's eyes lingered on her before his gaze landed in her notebook, "how come you always carry around that notebook? i always see it with you whenever you walkin' around campus or in class."

"it's my poetry notebook. i write my poems in here whenever i get bored or feel inspired by something," Devyn explained, smiling at him taking interest in her, as she looked over at him and her heart skipped a beat at realizing he was staring at her the whole time, "and since when have you ever wanted to see me? we barely even speak to each other."

"just 'cause we barely speak to each other don't mean you don't intrigue me, Devyn. you give me mysterious vibes sometimes. like, you just exist silently and always have either a hood or a beanie on ya head while you stay nose-deep in ya notebook. something about you interests me and i can't help but stare sometimes... i'm surprised you haven't noticed it yet." Jo-Vaughn chuckled as the two young adults smiled in sync and Devyn let out a sheepish chuckle.

"...you... stare at me?" Devyn asked, her voice soft due to her growing shy, as her dark brown eyes stared into his and her pencil gradually slid out of her hand and into her lap with her notebook.

"yeah, i do. you a beautiful girl, Devyn. and i know you got a beautiful soul, too," Jo-Vaughn smiled, the wind picking up and blowing strands of Devyn's hair in her face, as Jo-Vaughn pushed her hair behind her ear before she had a chance to and Devyn slightly blushed at his actions while her palms slightly grew sweaty, "you mind if i read ya poems, beautiful?"

feeling mesmerized by him, Devyn stared at the man as she grabbed her notebook and handed it to him, allowing him to read what she's written while she blinked a few times to bring herself back to reality. his fingertips grazed hers as he grabbed the notebook from her hand, making butterflies cloud her stomach while she watched him open it and read the first page.

"...apart from my "mysteriousness", what made you intrigued by me, Joey?" Devyn asked, calling the man by his nickname, as Jo-Vaughn smiled and glanced over at her while he flipped to the next page.

"your demeanor. i like the vibe you give off and the way you carry yourself. your aura radiates the definition of peace," Jo-Vaughn explained, flipping to the next page, as he suddenly paused and his smile slightly spread wider, letting Devyn know he had discovered one of the poems she wrote about him, "plus, i like that you always smell like cocoa butter and vanilla. you remind me of Erykah Badu in a way."

the last four poems Devyn had written in her notebook were about Jo-Vaughn, and if you paid attention, which most didn't, you'd realize that the title of each poem spelled out his nickname — "J.O.E.Y." Devyn had completely forgotten about those poems due to how smitten she was by Jo-Vaughn's charm, and if she remembered them before being hypnotized by his pretty eyes, she most likely wouldn't have given him her notebook out of embarrassment.

"how would there be a slim chance of us being together if I LIKE YOU, Devyn?" Jo-Vaughn's voice made Devyn snap out of her thoughts as she looked over at him, seeing him look over at her with a small grin and a raised brow.

"not gon' lie, i had a feeling you liked me 'cause Destin told me, but i ain't wanna believe it until you approached me, so i just kept my crush on you to myself." Devyn admitted, chuckling, as she rubbed her palms onto her pants and Jo-Vaughn chuckled with her.

"i wanted to tell you, but it was kinda' hard for me to figure out the right time 'cause you always looked like you ain't wanna be bothered," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, as he pulled her closer to him while Devyn chuckled and wrapped her arm around his waist, "but, i guess right now is the best time for me to say it, huh?"

"say it, Joey." Devyn giggled softly, looking up at him, as Jo-Vaughn looked down at her and the two smiled at each other while Jo-Vaughn chuckled.

"I LIKE YOU, DEEDEE. I HAVE FOR A WHILE NOW. WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?" Jo-Vaughn confessed, using Devyn's nickname and making her smile widen, as she twirled one of his dreads around her finger and giggled shyly.

"I LIKE YOU TOO, J. AND OF COURSE, I'LL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND." Devyn smiled, running her fingers down his jawline, as her fingertips hooked underneath his chin and their eyes flickered between each other's eyes and lips before their faces moved closer and their lips suddenly locked, the two sharing a sweet and loving kiss while butterflies filled both of their stomachs.

their lips moved slowly in sync as Jo-Vaughn's hand rested on her legs, pulling them onto his lap while he pulled her closer to him. slowly pulling away from the kiss, the young adults stared into each other's eyes before chuckling together, sharing another small kiss while Devyn rested her head on his shoulder.

"yo, Dev'... you know how you said you write most of ya poems when you feel inspired by something?" Jo-Vaughn asked, setting Devyn's notebook in between them, as Devyn looked up at him and nodded her head, waiting for him to continue, "does that mean that the poems you wrote 'bout me was inspired by me?"

raising her head from his shoulder, Devyn chuckled softly and smiled as she looked into his eyes and kissed his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck before parting his lips to speak.

"You're my muse for every single one, Jo-Vaughn."

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softbunstudios · 4 months ago

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Heavy on My Mind

I sit at my desk, tapping my pencil against the edge, glancing around the room. Class should be starting any second now. Although the professor hasn’t shown up either, so I guess there’s still time. That’s not really what’s on my mind though. I can’t stop wondering where he is. The guy who’s occupied way too many of my thoughts lately. A crush I’d call it, if I’m not too old for that. I haven’t seen him since before spring break, and honestly, the anticipation is killing me. What’s taking him so long? Is he even coming? Usually, he’s here before class even begins.

I wonder how his break went. Maybe he visited home, or went somewhere exciting like most seem to do? No, no way. He’s not the type. He’s too… soft for that. I’d bet he just stayed home—lazed around all break, probably doing nothing but snacking, sitting in front of the TV. The thought makes me smile. That's more him.

I glance at the door again just as it opens, and there he—holy shit. Is he… bigger? My heart skips a beat, and I have to do a double take. I stare, trying to process what I’m seeing. Oh, he’s bigger. Definitely bigger. Not by much, maybe ten pounds or so, weight doesn’t show up as easily when you’re his size, but it’s enough for me to notice. His hoodie hugs his chest and stomach a little tighter, and his sweatpants? God, they don’t even look like they fit anymore.

Fuck, how did he get bigger? He must have done nothing but eat all spring break. He doesn’t seem to care—or maybe he doesn’t notice? Can’t he tell how much fatter those clothes make him seem? With all that extra weight pressing against the fabric, clinging to his softness, highlighting every extra pound… Does he even know how sexy he looks?

He walks past a few students chatting near the aisle, muttering a quiet “excuse me” as he maneuvers his way around them, his body brushing up against the edges of the desks. There’s a slight flush on his cheeks, and his breathing is heavy. It’s like just walking across the room is an effort for him. It’s clearly hard for him to move around, but he’s trying to make it seem like it’s nothing. The way his body shifts with each step, the soft jiggle of his belly and chest… I can’t take my eyes off him.

When he finally sits down, the seat groans under his weight—I swear I hear it. He adjusts himself, angling his body to the side to give his belly more room, but it still spills over the sides. The sight sends a tingle through me. I bite my lip, trying to stifle the sudden rush of arousal. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Not here, not now. But God, how can I not? He looks even better like this—softer, fuller, almost... helpless. He has no idea what he’s doing to me, sitting there like that, his belly pushing up against the desk.

The professor walks in, starting her lecture with what we’ll be covering for the rest of the semester, but her words wash over me. I’m not paying attention. How can I focus when he’s sitting right there, shifting around, trying to get comfortable in a desk that clearly wasn’t built for someone like him? With every one of his movements I feel another wave of arousal tighten in my belly. He’s fidgeting, adjusting himself, and I wonder if he’s aware of just how much space he’s taking up now. I try my best to redirect my thoughts back to the lecture, but my eyes keep drifting back to him, to his hands as he writes, those chubby fingers gripping the pen. I’ve missed those fingers. Oh my gosh, focus. Focus.

After some time, he reaches down toward his backpack, and a wave of heat rushes through me. His hoodie rides up as he bends forward, exposing a soft roll of flesh at his lower back. I suck in a breath, my eyes locked on that strip of skin, the way it folds and creases over the waistband of his pants. He’s even softer than I thought. When he sits back up, he pulls out not one, but two candy bars. Two. What a good piggy. I watch, fascinated, as he unwraps one and takes a bite, setting the other one on the desk. Can he really not go a single class without eating? The thought of him being so ravenous, so dependent on food, sends a shiver down my spine. Is he really that hungry? Poor thing. He must be starving after dragging himself across campus.

I start daydreaming—imagining him in bed, soft and lazy, eating like this. My fingers twitch as I think about feeding him. Even just for a weekend. I’d feed him everything he wanted, seeing just how much he could handle before he’s too full to move, filled with food and taken over by pleasure. The fantasy is so vivid that I have to shift in my seat, trying to keep my composure. My heart’s pounding. What would it feel like to have him on top of me? His heavy body pressed against mine, pressing me into the mattress? The thought is too much, and I can’t help but bite my lip again. Why am I thinking about this in the middle of class? What’s wrong with me? I scold myself, but deep down, I know the answer. I’m obsessed with him—his size, his softness, his hunger. Why does he have to be so fucking hot?

He finishes the first candy bar and moves on to the second without hesitation. He doesn’t even try to be subtle about it. I’m staring, but I can’t look away. It’s so cute that he’s so helplessly hungry, that he can’t go more than an hour without shoving something into his mouth. I’m dying to know how much he weighs now. I wish I knew. If only I’d known him before this semester. I wonder how much he’s gained since the beginning of the year. Was he ever slim? What if he’s gained all this weight just in college? God, that’d be so hot. I hope he keeps getting bigger and bigger over the next few months, ballooning up even more… Shit, I can’t keep riling myself up. What was the professor saying?

He lifts his water bottle and takes a long drink. I watch his throat move, captivated by the simple act of him quenching his thirst. He pauses, stifling a small burp, and it makes my mind spiral. Does he have a girlfriend? Maybe even a feeder? Someone who feeds him like I want to? The thought makes me hot. Would he even like that? Letting someone else indulge him, offering him bite after bite of fattening food and watching him grow softer and heavier with every meal. I can almost see it, someone sitting across from him, coaxing another bite past his lips, running their hands over his belly the way I dream of doing. It’s hard not to picture myself in that role, giving him everything he craves. But then again, maybe he doesn’t need anyone. Maybe he’s just that greedy, gaining all that weight on his own. The thought of him stuffing himself, driven by his own hunger, is even better.

The sound of zippers and backpacks being packed up snaps me out of my trance. I blink, looking around in confusion. Is class over already? I check the time. Yeah, it’s been an hour. Somehow, I’ve managed to take zero notes, my notebook filled with random doodles instead. One of them is a cartoonishly chubby figure, and I flush as I quickly flip the page. My eyes drift back to him. The professor gives some last-minute reminders as people start leaving, but he’s still sitting there, not getting up yet.

Other students squeeze past him, and he tries to make himself smaller, but it’s no use. He’s too big, the porker. I stand, slowly packing up, taking my time just so I can watch him a little longer. I can’t help it. Finally, he grunts softly as he heaves himself out of the chair, his breath puffing out when he’s fully upright. His hoodie rides up again, and he tugs it down, adjusting his clothes as he reaches for his backpack.

Then, suddenly, his eyes meet mine. My heart leaps into my throat, and I quickly look down, pretending to fiddle with my things. Crap, he saw me staring, I think, panic bubbling up inside me. But he doesn’t say anything. He just walks out, his wide rear swaying with every step. I can’t help but watch him waddle away, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I count the days until our next class.

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caxycreations · 1 year ago

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Advice? Help?

But I'm stuck. I'm writing a cafe scene and I just...My brain -will not process- where to go from here. I have the next notable event in mind, which takes place IN the cafe, DURING this scene, but it begins near the middle of the scene and isn't resolved until near the end of the scene, and I'm here at the BEGINNING of the scene struggling to put words down to make this connect to that.

Like...Okay, maybe y'all can help me here.

Beginning of Excerpt

The café was simple and elegant, with a forest green awning over a wooden door with a coffee cup carved into it. Stepping inside, I was assaulted by the scent of coffee, vanilla, chocolate, and various foods. There were several tables, and David pointed out a table near the front counter. I nodded my understanding, heading for it as he stepped behind the counter. Sitting at the table, I looked over in David’s direction. I watched him walk into the back room through the employee door, out of sight.

I smiled, picking up a menu and scanning it. They had a fair variety of choices, but nothing you wouldn’t expect at a place like this. Sandwiches, pasta, coffee, tea, a few soft drinks. The most out of the ordinary item on their menu was a personal sized pizza. I sat the menu down, deciding on my choice. While I waited for David to come back out, I let my eyes wander around the room. There were a few other patrons in the café, but not as many as I had expected given David’s stories of how crowded the place could get.

I could see a lynx, sitting at a table with a jaguar, and near the back corner sat a macaque by himself. It didn’t seem too popular at the moment, but I supposed that worked for me. I liked a crowd, but mostly just the kind that jumped around and did bad things on the dance floor. The stuffy, boring folks that sat in quiet cafés to relax weren’t people I had beef with, but they weren’t the kind of crowd I had interest in. I pulled out my phone, and opened one of my game apps, combining elements in sequence on the screen.

David came back a few minutes later, smiling. He skipped over to me and flipped open a notebook. “What can I get for you today, Mr. Trayson?” He asked, purring my name. I laughed, raising a brow. “Easy, the whole waiter-flirting-with-customer thing might give people the wrong idea.” I replied, smirking at him. He just rolled his eyes and tapped the paper with his pencil, silently encouraging me to give my order. I glanced at the menu one more time to refresh my memory, already having forgotten what I’d settled on.

“I’ll take a footlong steak and cheese, double meat, and a large water.” I said, folding the menu up again and holding it up for him. He nodded, writing down the order and taking the menu. “Great choice, we’ll get that out in two shakes of a badger’s tail~!” He giggled, skipping back to the back room. I returned my attention to the phone, casually swiping elements together on the screen. I sat back in my chair, resting the phone on the table and laying my head back against the headrest of the chair, closing my eyes.

I could smell food all around me, and even with breakfast this morning having been so nice, my stomach growled at the scent of meat, pasta, and pastries all around me. I thought about the sandwich being prepared in the back, my mouth beginning to water at the various smells.

End of Excerpt

For reference, this is Draft 3, and is by nature wordy and, at times, over-descriptive. I'm doing it that way not only because my previous drafts were poorly paced and I want to let the world breathe a little both during and between notable events, but also because I would rather go too deep into description than not deep enough, because it's always easier for me to cut out and shorten than it is to extend and add on when editing.

I know I need to have his food brought out

I know I need to introduce the inciting moment for the notable event

But I just

When I try to write the next passage

I can't. Words just don't come to mind, at all, like I've completely forgotten how to write.

Maybe it's a consequence of my brain frizzing out so much today, but I don't think it is because I've been stuck on this one part for 3 or 4 days now.

Help?

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spicygambles · 1 year ago

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Beef likes to haunt my days sometimes and it gets a lot worse when I'm writing something that involves him..

Anyways here's a snip (and a sketch, my first pencil sketch in literal forever)

let me tell you- the amount of times I did the double finger tap to undo a pencil line only to remember that it's on paper.

#sgimsnips #sgimswrity #sgimsdrawy #i dont tend to do pencil stuff because i like the freedom of digital art #but waiting for krita to load while an image is pestering for you to draw it is really quite a wait

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honeysmokedham · 2 years ago

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An Unbearable Situation || Kaden & Nora

TIMING: April 22nd, 2023 @ 3:15 pm PARTIES: Kaden @chasseurdeloup & Nora @honeysmokedham LOCATION: Latte to Love SUMMARY: A public scene at the coffee shop leads Nora to reenact it with the strange man she just met. He doesn’t enjoy it. CONTENT WARNINGS : infidelity tw

A Latte to Love. The name of this cafe might be atrocious but Kaden had to admit, the place itself wasn’t terrible. If nothing else, it was a space away from the cabin, a place where he could finally find a peaceful moment. Sitting in the back of the cafe, his small, leatherbound notebook was sprawled on the table next to his double espresso. The blank page staring back at him was too open, too many possibilities. He tapped his pencil on the edge of the table, trying to shake words out of it or thoughts from his head. If he was throwing away the Langley family hunter codes, and he was, he had to replace it with something. It was the what that was the problem. Maybe he should start by writing down the old codes and go from there. Leaning over the table, he started scribbling the phrases he’d memorized since he was kid, didn’t have to waste time thinking about them. Before he could even get to the third tenet, there was a loud crash. In the front of the store, there was a shattered mug on the ground, a cafe latte spreading across the laminate. Some woman was standing up and yelling at the guy seated across from her. So much for a quiet moment.

Nora had magically gotten ahold of ten dollars in a manner she would never admit to if questioned by the law. Instead of doing something reasonable with the dollars, she decided to get a nice little warm hot chocolate paired with a ham and cheese bagel. Just as Nora was walking away from the counter with her spoils, she heard a commotion. A woman was yelling, her face turning red with the effort of her screeches. Intriguing. Nora’s original plan was to take her treats back to the crypt, but now she couldn’t leave. Her eyes scanned A Latte to Love for a place to sit. Not many places were open, but there was a man sitting with a notebook. Maybe he was an artist and she could pull out her own notepad and look like she just needed a place to draw. Nora sat across from him, placing her items down before digging her notepad out of one of her pockets and placing it open. “WITH AMANDA? MY BEST FRIEND AMANDA?” The woman’s screams were mostly intelligible, but that came across loud and clear. Nora started sketching this violent woman, full of female rage. Maybe she would get to witness her first murder today. “Nice music they’re playing today.” Nora mumbled to the man across from her. To be polite. She did just take a seat with him, without asking.

Maybe it was time to leave already. Kaden sighed; he really didn’t want to, not yet. But if this was how it was going to be, there was no way he was getting shit done. Before he could move, someone else slid into the seat across from him. His brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the kid in front of him. She didn’t miss a beat pulling out her own notebook and starting to scribble in it herself. Alright, if she was just going to sit there minding her own business, he wasn’t going to say anything. The place was crowded, it made sense enough. Not like anyone was sitting there. And as long as she was quieter than Amanda’s friend over there. His pencil had just touched the paper again when she spoke. Kaden looked up and raised a brow. Music? If there was music, he couldn’t hear it over the screaming. “Yeah, surprised you can even tell–” Oh. He huffed out a small laugh as the man shouted back.

“It’s not like that, honey, I promise! Just calm down.”

Kaden was far from an expert at relationships but even he knew the guy had just shoved his foot directly into his mouth. “It’s unique alright,” he said, revising his answer. He tapped his pencil against paper some more. He should keep writing. But had to admit, it was hard to keep his eyes off the scene going on across the way.

Fear started to drift from the man in the situation as he became increasingly aware that he wasn’t about to gatekeep, girlboss, gaslight his way out of this situation. Nora took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of eucalyptus oil and wood smoke. Nora's eyes darted to the couple, racing between them with each passing word. No thoughts about the impropriety of blatantly staring at an arguing couple crossed her mind. Instead, she gawked at their free and open entertainment. Every now and then Nora would look away to add something to the sketch of them she was making.

"You told me you loved me!" Nora enjoyed the timber of her voice. The shrillness of the tonal voice only used in distressing situations accompanied by the breathy weave of her bearly keeping it together. That was the kind of voice she liked to hear when scaring humans. It was odd watching it utilized in this context, a reminder of the multifacetedness of humans. She'd encountered a human recently that made her wonder more about them. Recently she'd found herself judging herself less for being a monster, and instead studying humans more to know more about them as people and not just potential food sources.

Nora turned to the man sitting across from her. "Would you react like this if someone cheated on you?" The woman was storming out of the store now. Nora held up a finger to single to her table mate that she would be right back. The man was standing up ready to follow. His mouth was babbling words such as 'Babe please, it'll never happen again.' and 'Don't leave me you're the only one for me.' Nora wondered if that was true, why did he cheat in the first place? Nora ripped the drawing of the two breaking up out of her sketch pad and intercepted the man following his beloved out the door. "So you can remember this day." She handed him the art. The man looked at it, crumpled it, and threw it to the ground.

"You're some sick freak for that. You think this is a fucking joke?" He hissed at her, before storming away.

Nora watched the man go, her face void of emotion. After the door slammed behind him, she picked up the paper and returned to her seat. "I don't know how I'd react if someone cheated on me." No one would ever cheat on her. As a monster she was unlovable.

Relationships were made for those who people could stomach being around.

The couple only seemed to get louder and, for the moment, Kaden had given up trying to write, deciding to watch the finale of the train wreck instead. He almost forgot about the girl sitting across from him until she spoke again. His head tilted a little to the right at her question. Weird question to ask out of nowhere to a perfect stranger, even given the situation. Was this how small talk worked in America? As soon as he opened his mouth to answer, the girl held up her hand and walked off towards the couple – well, the guy, at least.

He squinted trying to see what she was doing. Handing him a paper? Wait, no, not a paper, the drawing she made. “Putain de merde,” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t tell if she was being gutsy or a brat or something else entirely. Or maybe sincere? It’s not like he could read it on her face one way or another. She had a poker face like he’d never seen. “All I know is I wouldn’t do it publicly, however the hell I reacted.” Then again, he imagined there was probably something cathartic about embarrassing the person who cheated on you. “Sounds like he fucked up.” Kaden knew he shouldn’t pass too harsh a judgment – there had been an incident or two where hook-ups thought they were something more and thought Kaden was cheating on them. No one ever blew up quite like that, thankfully. “Why’d you give him the drawing?”

"I thought he might want to remember the worst day of his life." Nora flattened out the crumpled drawing and shoved it in the notebook. It would flatten out a bit eventually. "Maybe it would have been a good reminder of the choices he made." Nora flipped to a new page. "Why privately? Don't you want everyone to witness your shame?" As stupid as the question was, coming from Nora it was sincere. Nora was a child of the internet. Her childhood had been publicized by her fathers. Their lives were shared with the world. The people she knew were constantly using their lives as content. Didn't humans want to be public figures and have everyone care about their heartbreak so other people would send them tiny red heart emojis, sob emojis, and say you're in their thoughts and prayers? Maybe people would start a hate group for the partner in the wrong. Those were all normal human wants, right?

Nora started drawing the man across from her. "Is that your shopping list? You might want to add ham to it." Nora mumbled, drawing his pad of paper in front of him. Nora kept going. "Have you been cheated on? Is that how you know you'd deal with it in private? Or did you do the cheating and admit to it in private so you wouldn't get canceled?" This seemed like a small town despite the number of people who supposedly lived in it. Supposedly, because Nora seemed to only see the same fifty people over and over again.

“Yeah, pretty sure he doesn’t need help there. I have a feeling she’s going to make sure he remembers,” Kaden said, tapping his pencil against the side of his notebook again. He sure didn’t need any help remembering the worst day of his life. The memory of the knife slicing through skin and blood splattering onto the– He pinched his eyes shut for a second, forcing the thoughts out of his mind. Shit all he could do about that now.

He was almost thankful for more of her invasive questions. Almost. “You’re kidding, right?” he asked, brow raised. “Why the hell would I want everyone to witness my shame? I don’t need everyone in town knowing my business.” The thought alone sounded like a nightmare.

Instinctively, he pulled the notebook a little closer to him, lest she peek over and look at the few scribbles he managed. “No, it’s not,” was all the explanation he planned on giving her. He was determined to get back to his hunters codes as more questions came. “Canceled? The hell does that mean? Like a fucking subscription or something? Putain de merde.” He rubbed his hand across his face, unsure why he was still there entertaining any of this. Kaden glanced over to the spot where the couple had been only to see that the table was already taken. Not an empty seat in sight. Merde. “No I have not cheated on anyone and no one cheated on me.” Couldn’t be cheated on if you never committed to a relationship. Made it hard to cheat, too. With his hunting, there was no way he could just settle down with someone as far as he was concerned. Unless they were a hunter themselves and that opened up a whole other set of problems that Kaden didn’t want to deal with. Damien’s face shot into his thoughts and Kaden snapped his attention back to the paper in front of him, forcing himself to focus on the task in front of him. Just had to focus. Only there were no words coming to him, only nagging thoughts about the whole conversation. “Why do you care, anyway?”

Nora crossed her legs in the chair, wondering what it meant that he didn’t want to have his private information be public curiosity. For Nora’s whole life, apart from the two years she spent walking around America alone and often as a bear, she had been surrounded by influencers who spent their every waking moment influencing. ‘Why the hell would I want everyone to witness my shame?’ Nora looked away, her eyes ending up on the window and looking out there. Many people had witnessed her shame. Then they'd witnessed her public disappearance. It just seemed like the thing people did, witnessing everything and leaving it for public speculation. Nora gave a minute shrug. “For the clout.” She responded. That’s what fame was for. The clout.

The man moved the notebook away from Nora, making sure she couldn't see it. That was weird that he was so private he couldn't even let his grocery list be seen. Nora wasn't going to push it. She was very respectful like that. "Cancelled. As in told by millions of people that your life isn't worth anything and you can never come back from a mistake you've made so you might as well kill yourself." Nora took a sip of her drink. The man had gone on to answer all these private questions about himself. What did that mean that he was against being a public spectacle, but he would share his information so easily? There were no deferring of questions, or changing of subjects. Just the answers. "I don't care," Nora answered. "I'm making polite conversation." Nora took another sip of her drink. "Would you cheat on someone if given the perfect opportunity to get away with it?"

The more she talked, the less sense she made. “Clout?” Kaden repeated. Saying it aloud didn’t help him any. Clout. Sounded like a clot mixed with a cult. Neither of those were particularly appealing. “Putain, I still don’t get it.” He couldn’t tell anymore if this was an American thing or a young people thing. Or both. It sounded ridiculous regardless.

Her explanation on ‘canceling’ only amplified his confusion. “What the fuck?” Kaden tried to wrap his head around it again. “Millions of people give a shit about someone’s personal life? Where are these fucking people? Why don’t they mind their own goddamn business?” None of this made any fucking sense. He had half a mind to get up and leave and never socialize with anyone ever again. Instead, he sat his notebook and pencil down to rub his temples. “I don’t know if I would call this polite conversation,” he said, grumbling to himself. “No, I wouldn’t. Because if I bother with a fucking relationship, there’s no reason to go running off with someone else.” Why was he even answering her and entertaining this? There was no reason to. And yet, there he was. “What about you? Would you do it? For the clout or whatever the hell it is?” Kaden didn’t know if his question even made sense. But maybe it would get her to stop digging into his business and he could go back to what he planned to do the whole time.

The more the man talked, the more it became clear to Nora that he wasn't molded by the internet. Confusion radiated off his every word every time she mentioned something that was basic internet culture. Nora had once read the term ‘seething with jealousy’. That must have been the emotion she was currently feeling, because she wanted to be the man across from her who didn’t understand what clout and cancel culture were. It must be nice for people not to care. To live as a singular. No eyes on him at all times, judging his every move and post and demanding explanations for the simplest of actions. Did he even know how lucky he was? And he was asking why people wanted it. Nora wanted to know the same thing, yet most of her classmates had listed influencers as the thing they wanted to do most. It was probably nice where this man was from. His accent suggested he wasn't from America, but Nora didn't know if he was Canadian or French.

The man claimed he wouldn't cheat on a partner. Nora agreed with the statement he made, what was the point of being in a relationship if you were just going to run off with someone else. Nora had often wondered about that while watching movies. Cheating seemed like a common plot device, and a lot of the times the cheaters would turn around and say “It was a mistake.” How was it a mistake to sleep with someone that wasn’t your significant other? What was the emotional turmoil of living through that specific situation like? It was her turn to figure out this mystery. Nora started packing away her supplies. "I wouldn't cheat on anyone." Once again, no one could ever love a monster. Cheating was off the table. However, Nora knew deep in her soul that if someone ever did love her she would cherish them more than anyone in the world. Cheating was not cherishing. Nora got to her feet, placing her sketchpad in her pocket. "How could you?" Her voice raised to a pitch and volume she generally wasn't comfortable using, however, the show must go on. "I trusted you!" Illusionary tears started to slowly drop down her cheeks.

Heads were starting to turn to them, and a voice from the crowd drifted toward her ears. 'Another one?' the owner said. Yes. Another one because Nora wanted to know what this experience would be like. "YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME, AND SO YOU CHEATED ON ME?" There was a lot wrong with this scene that Nora chose to ignore. The first was the scratch of her vocal cords as she strained her voice. The second was this stranger, whose name she didn't even know, who looked like he had to be twenty years older than her. The third was that all of this was a lie. Once again, Nora thought to herself, the show must go on. "I LOVED YOU. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING." Nora, in a stroke of inspiration, mimicked every movie she'd ever seen. Nora tossed her drink at the guy. Good thing it was a cold brew.

“How could I what?” Kaden asked, brows furrowed and forehead creased in deep confusion. She was standing. And yelling. In front of the whole cafe. He was wrong before. So wrong. It had been polite conversation. He wanted to take back what he’d said. He wanted the polite conversation back. Putain de merde, he’d answer fifty more invasive questions rather than deal with this shit. “Hey, no, I never–” Trusted him? Fucking hell. Heads were turning to face them and he could feel his cheeks getting warmer. This was his fucking nightmare.

Another one? he heard someone ask. “No, it’s not. I just met her today. This isn’t–” Her screaming drowned out anything he was trying to say. If the whole cafe wasn’t watching before, they sure the hell were now. This couldn’t get any worse.

Then it got worse.

“Woah, wait, loved you?!” he shouted back as he stood up, hands up in defense. “I don’t even know your name not to mention you’re a–” It didn’t matter, she was continuing this performance no matter what he said or did. Fuck this, he was going to pack up and walk away before she could do anything wo–

“Putain de merde!” he yelled as the cold coffee splashed all over him. Goddamn mother fucking bullshit. He tried to wipe his face off but he was soaked. Coffee was just dripping on to the floor and the seat and the table and his–

Kaden looked down to see his journal, the white paper now brown and wrinkling, covered in iced coffee. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” All he wanted to do was punch something or throw something, absolutely anything, but now wasn’t the time nor the place. And who the fuck was he going to deck, anyway, the fucking teenager or however old she was? That wasn’t going to happen.

Fucking hell, all eyes were still glued on him and the scene playing out in front of them. “What the fuck are you looking at, huh?” he shouted at someone with their goddamn phone out. “Got a problem?” The guy got a little sheepish and tried to hide that he was recording but didn’t stop watching.

Nora should have been an actor. The performance she was putting on was Oscar worthy. An illusion twisted Nora’s face from her blank expression into one of sorrow. “Don’t even know my name? After everything we’ve been through?” The illusionary tears were coming faster now, Nora didn’t bother to wipe them away. She wanted everyone to see how beautiful her show was. Wasn’t this a type of fear? The fear of rejection after opening your heart to someone. How thrilling it would be to feel that fear. Around her, faces were staring. Her audience was enthralled. A few streams of fear drifted towards her, it was a delightful discovery. People were afraid of public arguments. Nora took a deep breath, passing it off as her trying to keep from crying. “I loved you, with my whole heart, and now you stand before me and everyone else” Her hand made a large seeping motion “And claim not to know me? They all saw us drinking coffee together, Mon chéri.” It wasn’t often Nora got strokes of genius, but this had to be one. A French accent coming from him meant no one would be suspicious of her giving him a French nickname. Nora wanted to drop the act and start rolling around laughing.

"When you're next with her, I hope you think of me. I hope you remember everything you gave up for her. She'll never love you like I loved you." Nora looked away, allowing their audience to see her tear stained illusionary face. "My dads told me I shouldn't trust a man like you. But I told them you would never hurt me. Guess I'm the fool." Nora's vocal cords strained from the amount of effort all this talking was. She didn't dislike talking, she just preferred to sit and stare in silence. That meant it was time to start making her exit. Nora took her sketch pad out of her pocket, pulling out the crumpled loose drawing before and scribbling something on it. "This is goodbye. Don't contact me again." Nora crumpled up the drawing again and threw it at him, it was a gentle throw designed for him to catch. With those as her final words Nora turned on her heel and marched out of Latte of Love.

If the man decided to open the crumpled paper to see what was written on it, she would find a short and simple note. "This was a lot of fun, let's do it again some time." Signed with an unintelligible scribble. Nora never looked back as she walked away. Kind Samaritans called out to her, to see if she was okay, but she ignored all offers. This had been the most fun she'd had in awhile.

What the fuck was happening here? Was she actually crying? Putain de merde. Kaden was frozen in place, dripping in cold coffee, entirely unsure of what to do with himself. Nothing he said seemed to matter and he had a feeling leaving would only escalate the performance. He looked back down at the state of his notebook, the only thing he felt he could control in this situation, and it, too, was dripping in liquid. “Goddamn it,” he grumbled as he grabbed it and tried to shake it out, spraying the people nearby with drops of coffee. “Shit, I’m sorry, let me…” He looked down for any napkins on the table only to find that they were also covered in coffee. Shit. He reached over to the table next to him and grabbed their napkins and tried to wipe up a little of their table before attempting to salvage his notebook. All that happened was that the napkin also became soaked.

“Hey! What are you doing?” the woman at the table asked, a look of horror on her face at the entire thing playing out in front of her.

“Putain de merde.” This was a fucking mess. In more ways than one.

The hunter sighed. There was no way to fix this. Part of him was tempted to lean into it all. Before he could make any sort of decision, she was shoving a piece of paper into his coffee-stained hand and storming out of the door. Kaden uncrumpled it, trying to see what the hell she’d scribbled on it before the coffee drops spread and made it unreadable.

This was a lot of fun, let's do it again some time.

All he could do was look up at the door swinging closed behind her. She had to be kidding, right? She just embarrassed him and probably got him banned from one of the few decent cafes in town and she thought this was fun? He looked back to see the shop owner (and at least half the store) glaring daggers at him. “Don’t worry, I’m leaving.” He shook off the last of the coffee that he could manage before grabbing his notebook and rushing out the door. The kid was nowhere to be found. Somehow, he was pretty sure this wasn’t going to be the last time he saw her. “Putain.”

#chatzy #chatzy: kaden #an unbearable situation #infidelity tw

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unabashedrebel · 2 years ago

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Silvermoons Finest

Emerald eyes scanned over the woman that sat across from him. He knew what desperation looked like, and the woman had it in spades. A tired sigh pushed passed his lips as he once again had to break a heart to give himself some peace.

“Look- what exactly do you want me to do? I’m retired these days. Honestly, between you and me? I don’t even know if I could get into my leathers,” the desire to crack a joke was strong, but he knew better.

Every ounce of her being was stopping her from crying. It hadn’t been the first, second, or third bid for help that had fallen on deaf ears and the dam had finally broken. The middle aged Sin’dorei began to quietly weep as her head hung down defeated.

“Even if I wanted to… you said the authorities already looked into this. I hate to say it but kids go running off all the time.” A stray glance was given to the photo of his own daughter that sat snuggly at the corner of his desk.

A gasp was quickly sucked in by the grieving mother, “That’s exactly what they told me at the Farstrider offices. He wouldn’t do that, he wouldn’t just leave,” sniffling she added, “Its been just the two of us since the Scourge. He wouldn’t just leave without telling me,” the reaffirment grew more hysterical with each passing word.

A handkerchief was offered from across the table, and quickly snatched away. Kirollis couldn’t help but feel for her, that pain she carried was nothing he was unaccustomed to. Yet still he couldn’t help wonder why she would come to his door, surely there were bleeding hearts far more capable then his in tracking down a missing child. “I’ll consider it but I have a question first. We don’t know each other. Why would you come to some washed up rogue you’ve never met before?”

“Cali said I could trust you,” that was all it took.

Fuck…. He thought to himself. “Write down what you know,” Kirollis said as he fidgeted with the underside of his desk. Producing a notepad and pencil he tapped it as if expecting her to do just that before he slid them over.

Two days later

The streets weren’t ever as busy as they once were, Silvermoon was a varitible ghost town these days. It only made it all the harder to find information or old contacts. Though it did certainly make it easier to track a string of disappearances that started in autumn. His investigation leading him out into the country of Quel’thalas proper. A welcome relief from being cooped up in the city.

Quel’thalas county-side was a lot of things, but hospitable wasn’t one of them. Sure, the Sin’dorei would have you think it was idyllic, eternal spring where weather conditions never dare enter and disrupt it. A sham to anyone who had been further than the Blackened Wood. Another line in the book of false equivalence the Sin’dorei had practically written, even if he couldn’t deny the marketing worked.

As he arrived at the humble, if a bit rundown, cottage on the border of Eversong and The Ghostlands Kirollis double checked the notes he had made. Forcefully he wiggled a finger into the confines of his leather breastplate that seemed all too snug on him, “Come ooooon,” he lamented before finding the strap to his constrained torso. A big breath escaped him as the corner of the hard rawhide panel gave way to some much needed relief.

“Why am I even out here?” He questioned with a healthy dose of disdain. “This kid probably got scooped up by an Amani raiding party, Lords know the rangers aren’t doing their jobs.” But as he approached the house he heard a familiar voice chastising him, “Yeah, Sori would probably kill me if she heard that,” he concluded to nobody in particular.

With his head hung low he approached the front window, pressing up his hand against the glass to blot out the sunlight as his face was soon followed to peek into the abode. “What the shit?!” the lost art of quiet yelling seemingly holding up in his advanced age. Wiping at the grime and dust that collected on the window he pressed his face up against it again. Just like he had seen the first time, it was creep show central; cobwebs as large as tarps lined the corners of what appeared as a dining hall, still setup from it’s last use. It had an every vibe that sent shivers up his spine, especially for all the things he couldn’t make out in the dimly lit home.

“Yeah, sure, just call old Kiro whenever there’s a fucking evil cult ass baba yaga snatching kids. That’s cool. Totally where I thought my reputation would bring me,” no amount of complaining brought him comfort, but still he persisted. It was the only thing keeping the thoughts of what happened to those kids at bay.

Kirollis tried the front door only to receive a knob that would not budge in one direction or the other, “Of course it is,” he groaned.

The back of the house was walled off and enclosed, solid concrete for at least eight feet. Kirollis stood, staring at the top for a few painfully long moments. Another tired sigh pushed passed his lips as he reluctantly accepted the situation. Jumping up to grip the edge of the wall, the rogue shimmied up, hooking his other leg over onto the ledge to boost himself up and over.

Another groan slipped out as he landed on the other side harder then he expected. Slowing standing to full height as his knees made sickening pops. “Don’t like that,” he grumbled as he stretched out those aging bones. “Seriously it’s like I took a little break and every injury I ever had was just waiting for it,” neglecting to realize much of his form was scar tissue at this point.

The back door creaked open as the shadowy figure of Kirollis dipped his head in to take a peak, confirming, “Yep. Just as creepy as expected.” he said of the long hallway littered with remnants of a bygone time. He even recognized the furniture styling as pre-scourge design. Though the age of such a dilapidated cottage was never in question.

Slow, silent footing left no sound in its wake as he made it through the small house and into the main area. An auburn brow perked at the peculiar scene. The long table was set for dinner, though the food had long been spoiled long enough to turn to dust. His head swiveled back and around as he looked through the whole of the room. There weren’t any signs of struggle, no broken furniture or even a plate out of place. It was simply as if these people had vanished. Nor would that have been entirely unheard of considering the state a lot of Sin’dorei left things in when the undead came.

“So what’s the rub?” He wondered out loud. “Kids disappearing, spooky house,” wandering around the main hall with an eye for detail he continued to try and work it out, “Even if kids did come here to hang out something would be fucked,” batting away a thick cobweb he smiled as his eyes set on a bookshelf. A single index finger ran over a shelf where a plume of dust was mysteriously missing. “Still got it! Alright now make my day, be a secret door,” he chanted as he pulled three books from their place- and of course, one seemed fixed in as a lever, “Yay!” He chirped as the bookcase opened like a door to reveal a dark corridor leading down under the house.

The dark and dreary corridor was nothing new, but it still never failed to invoke horror of what’s to come. Never was there a surprise birthday party at the end of these, rather some unspeakable horror that no amount of drink could make one forget. Too much time away had brought the familiar sinking feeling in his stomach back into the fold. Gripping the handle of his pistol he slowly approached the wooden door with no window. Slowly, pushing it open to reveal what horror it was this time.

A gunshot echoed in the quiet chamber as seven heads of the missing Sin’dorei children popped up from their sewing projects splayed out on the long tables they worked at. First they looked at the rogue, and then to the demon now bleeding on the floor. Their tormentor and warden gone, just like that.

“Worst summer camp ever, am I right?” His joke fell on deaf ears as the malnourished and mistreated children just stared back at him. “Right, yeah, sorry, maybe bad timing,” he amended as he worked on the first of many chains holding them tethered to the table.

“Okay kids, I want you all to go upstairs and wait for me to come back. I need to have a quick chat with your lovely boss here.” He waited until the children found their way up the corridor and back to sunlight before casting those boring green eyes as sharp as daggers down at the fallen Succubi, “Hi, I’m Kiro, and I’m going to be causing you a whole lot of pain until, and possibly after, you give me the name of who summoned you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” the succubi hissed.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

{This horrible story was sponsored by @caedun who likes to torture me by making me write things}

#don’t judge me I wrote this on my phone 😭#Kirollis #stories #canon #Silvermoons finest

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chilling-seavey · 9 months ago

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Dreamland (ln4) - Part One

↳ A/N Big thank you to @starlightiing for taking the time to talk this out with me & mega thank you to @norrussell for being my un-official beta reader and hyping this new universe up 🤭

↳ [Very Loosely] Inspired By: 'Heat Waves' by Glass Animals

↳ Summary: As a flunking university student in dreary Bristol, Lando is sure there’s another life waiting for him elsewhere. A life that he can only dream of living with the girl with a million dollar career, verified instagram, and a stunning smile that he swears was created for him. But maybe those dreams stray no farther than his phone screen.

↳ Pairings: Fanboy Lando Norris x Famous!Author!Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n), University Student Lando x Internet Friend George x Internet Friend Alex

↳ Word Count: 6.8k

↳ Warnings: 18+, male masturbation, he humps his bed a little (whoops), dirty talk (stemming from his imagination and his inner most desires), Lando's so incredibly down bad for a girl who doesn't know he exists

In the large university classroom, Lando tapped the end of his pencil against the edge of his calculator, his thick textbook open and his notebook page resting on top of it, blank. At the head of the large lecture hall, his professor was walking through the lecture on the overhead projector, showing step by step instructions for their task that day. As an accounting student, Lando might have at least feigned a bit of interest in the lesson on revenues and expenses but his eyes were nearly glazed over, his mind lost in thought, and his page far behind his peers.

His mind only ever drifted to one thing when his interest wasn’t being immediately taken and that was you. You didn’t know it - in fact, you didn’t even know who Lando was - but he spent his daydreams letting his mind wander to various instances with you that he could only pray would be real some day. That day in particular, he was thinking about how sunny and warm it probably was in Monte Carlo for you compared to the late-winter rain that was pelting Bristol in that very same moment. The rain on the windows caused the professor’s voice to nearly be drowned out despite the fact that he spoke loudly to try and speak over it. Lando was too far past bored to bother trying to listen harder.

As his classmates worked diligently around him, Lando slouched back in his chair near the back of the classroom and glanced down at his phone that was lying face up on the table beside his textbook. As if meant to be, the screen lit up with a silent Instagram notification indicating that you had just posted.

His heart did a little leap and he glanced over casually to his professor still lecturing as he slid his phone off the table and held it in his lap to peek. Your birthdate was his passcode - two digit month and two digit date - and he tapped on Instagram from his home screen that was wallpapered with a selfie of yours (a picture he used to tell strangers whom he wouldn’t see again that you were his girlfriend…long distance of course). Your post was at the top of his feed and before his eyes even processed the image, he double tapped to like it. The little white heart appeared in the middle of the post, right over your chest, and then disappeared.

“Mr Norris.”

His head snapped up from his lap before he could graze your post with even a sliver of as much attention as you deserved, only to see his professor staring at him from the front of the lecture hall with a displeased expression and his arms crossed over his chest. A few students turned to look at Lando. He locked his phone and slid it shyly into his pocket.

“Mr Norris, I certainly don’t think your current GPA is permitting you to take the risk of slacking off on your phone in my class, now is it?”

Lando swallowed thickly as everyone was staring at him and a few of the other students chuckled to themselves at the professor’s diss.

“No. Sorry.” Lando answered softly.

“Manners and respect, Mr Norris.”

“No…s-sir.” Lando forced out, physically shifting in his chair at the discomfort it brought him to follow the strange order of his professor to call him sir as a form of respect. Of course, Lando would never outright admit why it made him uncomfortable. He certainly wouldn’t want to face the embarrassment of admitting how he secretly savoured that title for your lips only, how he fantasized of you calling him that and only you. Having to refer to his sixty-something male professor as such left a nasty taste in Lando’s mouth.

Without the distraction of his phone, Lando was stuck spending the rest of the class dooling on his notebook paper to make it seem like he was working. He might have been a twenty-year-old adult but he still found himself pulling the tip of his pencil along the lined paper to form the curve of your silhouette that had been engraved in his mind since you posted that beach picture back in the summer. His bottom lip was captured between his teeth as he distracted his mind from the post he had yet to appreciate by sketching his pencil lightly to form the curve of your breasts. He erased his messy sketch before anyone could peek over his shoulder.

The three hour class was far too excruciating even if he only had to endure half of it wondering about your post he had yet to see. It was driving him crazy in near suspense. The moment the class was dismissed, Lando rushed to put his textbook in his backpack and nearly shoved himself between the crowd of classmates taking their sweet time descending the stairs in the lecture hall towards the exit.

The university hallway was a relief of cool air and Lando hiked his backpack higher on his one shoulder as he stopped just around the corner out of the classroom door and he pulled his phone from his pocket. He ignored his dozens of missed messages and went right back to your profile and opened your new post.

At only the first glance his teeth were sinking into his bottom lip and he slouched his shoulder against the nearby wall with a deep exhale, eyes unblinking as he admired the pixels that made up the image of you on his screen. Additional images from a magazine photoshoot, you were wearing nothing but an oversized white button up shirt, the collar pulled open and unbuttoned near the top to show your collarbones, and your lips were painted in a glossy red. Naturally cut hair fell in a purposefully messy hair sprayed style around your shoulders and the direct stare you held to the camera with your very light makeup dusting your eyes had Lando’s chest clenching. He had to physically hold a hand to his heart for a moment as he swiped through the three similar images you posted, each with a near perfected lustful stare with your lips just slightly parted and your hands hiding your chest from the slightly see-through material of the white shirt.

Quiet among the bustling university hallway, Lando breathed out a soft, “Jesus.”

He turned to rest back against the wall properly and he brought both hands to his phone to bring it a little closer to his face to really stare. He licked his lips habitually and then opened the comments on the post. He liked a few from your just-as-well-known friends and ignored the ones from other fans that would just make him cringe and he started to compose his own comment.

landonorris: holy shit you’re so beautiful 🧡

When he posted his comment he scrolled back to the picture and zoomed in to take in every single part of you that he could before he was opening his messages. Lando didn’t have too many friends in university but he didn’t mind because he had a good few internet friends instead who honestly were so much better than ‘physical’ friends. They understood and accepted Lando’s little love sick crush on you and nothing felt better than that.

alex_albon: MATE DID YOU SEE alex_albon: LANDO!!!!! alex_albon: DUDE SHES HOT alex_albon: COME GET YOUR GIRL alex_albon: LANDO alex_albon: LAN ARE YOU STILL ALIVE???

Lando could hardly hold back his grin right in the middle of the hallway as he quickly responded to his closest friend.

landonorris: MATE IM NOT OKAY landonorris: I had to wait through my entire class until I could look properly omfg landonorris: She’s literally so fucking stunning oh my GODJHFHFJ landonorris: Minemineminemine 🤤 alex_albon: YES I KNOW OMG alex_albon: YOURS alex_albon: GO GET HER landonorris: God I wish she wasn’t so fucking far away UGJGEBHRG this is UNFAIR 😩 alex_albon: Finish your degree and then go have BABIES 🤪 landonorris: HAHAHAH MATE omfg relax!! alex_albon: Hey you said it first, I’m just being a supportive best friend

Lando swiped out of their dms only to return to your post and he couldn’t hide his smitten grin as he admired you. Alex wasn’t wrong because Lando often thought about a future with you; having babies with you, living in Monte Carlo with you, and following you around the world on your book tours. He was adamant that he was going to make that happen one way or another. He was going to have you fall in love with him just as he had with you.

alex_albon: Wow leave me on seen okay landonorris: Sorry sorry sorry I was a little busy staring at a certain someone alex_albon: Don’t drool on your phone mateeee 😉😉

Lando had met Alex online only a year prior through his online blog he kept about you. He had wracked up a good following by posting little journal entries and sketches and a few short concepts here and there and, of course, posting your pictures like it was his day job to run an update account. Alex wasn’t as much of a fan of yours as Lando was but from the moment they first messaged, they hit it off and became close through the distant connections of the internet. With Lando in Bristol and Alex in London, they weren’t too far spread but they had yet to meet and that probably wouldn’t happen for a while since neither had the money nor means to make a trip cross-country. Their daily messages certainly made up for the distance.

Lando had one more unread message in his Instagram dms and he left the thread with Alex to choose a song, slide in his AirPods, and tend to the next waiting friend as he started to walk back towards his dorm.

georgerussell63: Oh wow she always posts when you’re in class huh georgerussell63: Blimey she looks stunning in this post too geeeeez georgerussell63: Ugh mums calling me for supper but I’ll be back georgerussell63: Message me when you’re free!!!

George was the farthest away from Bristol in King's Lynn right on the opposite coast of the country. Just like with Alex, George and Lando met through his blog and became close quickly too. Lando was sure there were no two more supportive friends than Alex and George and their daily reassurances that someday you were going to love him back honestly was the one thing keeping Lando going.

Lando navigated the busy university hallways with ease while he typed his excited reply to his other close internet friend, tuned out from the world by his curated playlist and wandering mind.

landonorris: Mate I KNOW I’m literally not okay pfjfjfkjng landonorris: It's like she KNOWS I’m busy omg but how can I be mad at her landonorris: LOOK at her landonorris: Like plz ruin my life???? 🤤

The rain that came down hard onto the Bristol university campus didn’t phase Lando as he tucked the hood of his sweater up over his head and hurried down the pathways back to the dormitories. He clutched his phone in the front pocket of his hoodie as if the lingering memory of your image would somehow be left behind in the downpour on his walk home. Like hell he was going to let you go that easily.

The dry lobby of the residence building had him sighing in relief from the rain and he pulled off his hood as he fished his key card from his pocket. With a swipe to the interior doors, he was permitted into the elevator lobby and he smacked the call button a few times impatiently as he brought your Instagram back up on his phone. Safe from class and passing students, Lando let his thoughts drift to less of just she’s beautiful and more of I wish she wasn’t covering herself up.

When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Lando stepped in without a look up and pressed his floor button out of complete muscle memory, all without taking his eyes off your images. He zoomed in again as he slumped against the back wall of the elevator and his lip was captured by his teeth again as your lightly manicured hands covered your breasts from the camera but the fair material of the white button up shirt had him able to see the slightest colouration of your nipple in the second image. His finger moved the zoomed in picture so he could see more of you and his eyes greedily soaked up the way the shirt hung loose around your thighs and rose up almost to your hips with how you were professionally positioned.

His thoughts were turning dirtier faster and he nearly hurried down the hallway to his room to have some privacy. Lando closed the suite door behind him and glanced into his roommates room only to find it empty before he was dropping his backpack to the floor just inside his own room. He had never been more thankful for his roommate to have later classes and despite the fact he was alone in their shared suite, Lando still closed his bedroom door behind him just in case.

His room wasn’t much different than that of any other twenty-year-old college boy with a bit of mess around the corners - clothes tossed aside and stray papers littering his desk - but on the shelf of his closet he had lined up in pristine condition, your few published novels in date release order. Lando never once called himself a reader and in fact he had always hated English in school, but when he came across a promo video on social media about your recent release, he became a little intrigued. He was more intrigued by you at first and he spent one night scrolling through your verified social media feeds before he ended up adding your debut novel to his Amazon shopping cart in a sleep deprived, curious, heart-eyed rush at 3:00 in the morning.

He would proudly admit that yours were the only books he had voluntarily read since he was a kid.

Finally back in the comfort of his own room, Lando pulled off his rain soaked hoodie and tossed it into his laundry pile in the corner of his closet and flicked on his bedside light. The rain outside caused the sky to turn dark far too quickly for mid-afternoon, but Lando couldn’t be bothered to close his blinds before he was flopping stomach first across his double bed to spend the next however long admiring your complete existence shamelessly.

He literally felt warm all over when he looked at you, his heart always squeezed so tightly in his chest until he could feel each thudding beat that he swore was only ever just for you. You drove him crazy and you didn’t even know it.

Lando blindly kicked off his muddy sneakers from his feet dangling off the end of his bed with his gaze captured all on your image. Having admired your body in the elevator, he took to your face now, making sure to give every pixel its deserved share of attention. Despite it being a magazine shoot, you only wore limited makeup so the focus was all on your red painted lips but your eyes that were lined with thin eyeliner and magnifying mascara had his attention all over you regardless. He swore you were staring at him like you knew what he wanted from you, like you knew what you were doing, and he could only stare right back.

He shifted on his bed with a small hum as the admiration of your beauty was going right to his crotch but he barely paid any mind to anything else as he focused all on your lips. Lando’s mind was whirling with so many thoughts as his gaze lingered on your glossy red lips that were parted just so and looked nothing less than fucking irresistable.

A message popped down from the top of Lando’s screen in the middle of his admiration session.

alex_albon: What r u up to?

Lando tapped it to open their messaging thread and he typed his momentary string of thoughts without second guessing, always able to word vomit into his friends’ dms without fear of being shamed for a single word.

landonorris: I want her to suck my dick alex_albon: DAMN okay I see what you’re up to alex_albon: Just dreaming about your wife haha landonorris: No mate you don’t understand landonorris: I literally want those perfect red lips around my dick landonorris: I fucking crave it landonorris: And I want to kiss her literally all over and worship her body and grab her tits and smack her ass and I want to make her moan my name landonorris: And I want to cum all over her face while she’s looking up at me like in that pic giving me those fucking eyes alex_albon: Oh my God mate 😦 pffhjffjfj you're down bad landonorris: FUCK ME THIS ISNT FAIR alex_albon: I know!!! She’d be fucking stupid to not want you Lan alex_albon: You’re literally made for each other landonorris: PLZ I want her so bad it's not funny landonorris: She’s so fucking pretty landonorris: I want to knock her up mate alex_albon: Only if I can be the godfather landonorris: Maybe we’ll have twins so you and George can share the honour lol alex_albon: Honestly I’m down landonorris: Literally just looking at her gets me so fucking horny it will NOT be hard to make twins first try ngl alex_albon: LMAO 😏 landonorris: Haha okay it’s raining here and I just got back to my dorm so imma shower brb alex_albon: Yeah okay go enjoy that 😏 landonorris: Lol stfu landonorris: 🧡

Maybe his friends kind of knew him too well but Lando didn’t want to let on too much so he played Alex’s teasing off before closing their messages and returning to your post. He screenshotted all three images and then held himself up on his forearm with his phone in hand as his other hand slid down to unbuckle his belt. He shifted onto his side just enough to take his belt off and then pop the buttons on his black jeans before pushing them down his legs and he flailed his ankles a little to get his pants to drop to the floor with his discarded shoes. Now in only his underwear and his t-shirt, Lando rolled back onto his stomach fully with a small sigh.

He could feel himself getting a little hard by only the thoughts rushing through his mind - and by the sight of your new pictures of course - and he kept them going as he turned back to his phone. The screenshots of your post were in his camera roll and he opened them up to crop out the instagram banners and comments so it was only you taking up his screen. He smiled at the sight of you in the dim sultry lighting of the photoshoot studio you were in and the crisp warm light that lit you up like an angel.

The second image was his favourite of your post between the teasing little slip of your breast behind the fair shirt and the way your eyes were a bit wider, more innocent and sultry, and he could nearly see the line of your panties with how the shirt was slightly raised at the bottom. He imagined them to be as red as your lipstick and lacey and tiny…imagining that peeking up the bottom of the oversized shirt you wore would give him a greedy view of your soft hips cradling the red lace that barely covered anything.

Lando was nearly staring at his phone like he was staring right into your eyes right beside him, nothing but adoration spread through his eyes and the blush of growing lust staining his cheeks in pink. He barely noticed how he was grinding down slightly against his bed, his body swirling in slow precise motions, dreaming for the touch of your soft hand.

The very same hands that covered your breasts in the images you posted, resting gently against your chest to keep yourself decent - you were a modest artist after all, thank you. He just knew you’d be so soft, that you’d touch him in all the right places, tease him with the sight of your body meant just for him. He had never been with anyone before which was another thing he would have hated to admit to anyone, but he knew more than ever that he wanted to give it up to you. He wanted you to be his first for everything that he had yet to check off…he wanted you to be the first woman he ever had in his arms and ever had in his bed. He just knew you would treat him right.

That concept was only solidified by the third book of yours that he had read, engrossed in the pages, illuminated by the light beside his bed back at home, as he was privy to the filthiest, hottest, most intricately detailed sex scene he had ever read. Well, the only one he had ever read. Lando didn’t know it was even possible to publish something so risky but the knowledge that you equipped into your writing only proved his concept that you would be the best partner he could ever have.

With a swipe from the top of his screen, he put his phone on do not disturb to prevent any notifications from popping up while he was trying to have a moment alone with you. He cradled your picture on his phone in both hands as he let the lust work for him, shamelessly grinding against his bed without breaking his gaze from your body, your face, your everything. He couldn’t nearly feel the warmth of your skin right next to him and the plush feeling of one of your thighs nudged between his legs. There was nothing he craved more than the friction of your body on his and his imagination thrived at the concept of having you underneath him, just like that in the picture with your light makeup and plush red lips, wearing his shirt.

Lando just wished he could kiss you too, staining his lips with your lipstick and how you would leave a trail down his neck in your wake. He zoomed in on your picture some more and set his phone down on the sheets between his forearms, staring right into your captured eyes as he pulled his body back and forth against his bed and his hands wrapped around the edge of the mattress. He moaned breathily at the friction and rolled his hips into his sheets strongly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth slightly, dreaming it to be you he was grinding against.

The ache between his legs was growing and his cheeks only flushed more as he grew harder at the simple pleasure of the sheets against his clothed cock and the image of you beneath him. With a soft exhale, Lando propped himself up a bit with one hand flat to the mattress so he was on a bit of an angle and he glanced down his body as his hips ground in strong precise curling thrusts against the bed.

He breathed your name into his room as he looked back down at your picture, soaking in your nearly lustful gaze staring right back at him. He moaned lightly as his hips started to move faster and he was nearly humping his bed in overwhelming pleasure, fingers gripping onto the edge of the sheets.

“Fuck, okay,” Lando huffed out as he forced himself to stop quickly, groaning at the sudden halt of that sweet friction. He slid his hands underneath him and pushed himself onto his knees, sitting back on his heels, and took a second to stare down at the bulge in his underwear. It physically ached and he just wanted you to touch it for him. He wanted you to see how hard he could get for you.

The image of you standing at the side of his bed in front of him in only that white button up and nothing else had him quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor and then shuffling out of his underwear. Left completely naked, Lando only dreamt of you staring at him, and his eyes gravitated to that picture again just to remind himself of how fucking stunning you were to him. It would be an honour to have you.

“Want you to suck my dick.” he whispered into the air as he faintly traced the head of his dick with his fingers, “Wanna feel that pretty mouth, baby.”

If you created stories, he was going to create stories. The filthiest imaginative little stories of everything he wanted to do to you, for only you to (hopefully) be privy to one day. He leaned over slightly and tugged open the drawer of his nightstand and fished around for the small clear bottle he had hidden in the back. He had no experience but he figured if he were to replicate your mouth as realistically as he could, he would need to make it as wet as possible. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten himself off to the thought of you and the small bottle of lube that he kept hidden away was of no thanks to the spiciest, hottest scenes in your romance novels. He may have been a raging virgin but he was no stranger to touch.

There had never been one time that he jerked off and didn’t think of you. It was always you. He could only imagine you crawling slowly towards him across his bed in only that white shirt and your tiny red panties as he poured a generous glob of lube into his hand before tossing the bottle haphazardly across the bed sheets. Still sitting back on his heels, Lando spread his thighs apart slightly and smeared the lube in his right hand to warm it up a bit before he was staring down at your picture in front of him and he wrapped his hand around his dick.

Lando sunk his teeth into his bottom lip with a small groan and slid his hand up the shaft of his cock slowly, savouring the soaking wet feeling from his palm. He thought of you between his legs, draped on your stomach with his shirt riding up your back so he could see the curve of your ass in those tiny lace panties and spank you as he wanted, all while you could take his dick in your warm, wet mouth. He could imagine it so well that his eyes literally fluttered as he exhaled strongly on the downstroke of his hand, dreaming about the lube being your spit instead. He wanted it so badly he was burning for it.

“Yeah, baby.” he breathed out, “Suck it.”

He moved his hand in steady strokes up and down his dick as if trying to mimic what he could only imagine your mouth would feel like. The lube smeared messily in his palm, between his fingers, and dripped down the length of his cock as he worked himself slowly but he was all too addicted to the disgusting wet squelch that it filled the room with. His breathing was heavy and his light grip he kept up pulled soft moans from his chest.

Your name fell from his lips again in a breathy whimper and he slid his hand up higher to pull little twisting strokes right around the head of his cock, his thighs physically flinching at the sensation. His head fell back with a groan and he moved his hand faster right there.

“Yeah.” he whimpered out, naturally starting to thrust up into his own touch a little, “Yes, yes, yeah, baby, fuck-”

But he slowed it down to make it last, choking out a soft cry as he dragged his hand down in long slow strokes to ease the rising pressure again and he lolled his head to the side as he peered down at your picture again resting up on his bed sheets. His breaths fell heavier and as his impatient desperation grew, he had to move to a better position.

The images in his mind followed the shift as he grabbed his phone with his left hand and could almost vividly picture you climbing on top of him as he draped himself backwards against his pillows. He craved to touch every inch of your skin for real but his imagination did him temporary justice as he pictured you unbuttoning his shirt to drape it open and give him a greedy view of your bare breasts and beautiful body. Lando bit his bottom lip again as he gave himself a few more lingering seconds of soaking up every inch of your picture in his phone before he was making a fist and lowering it down onto the tip of his dick so he could imagine what it would feel like to truly slip inside your cunt.

“Oh, God, baby.” Lando whimpered at the tight squeeze of his lubed up hand, not tearing his eyes away from your image for even a second, “Shit, you feel so good.”

But if he shut his eyes, it almost felt so real; like you were truly there in his dorm room and bouncing on his dick. The image was so vivid in his mind to the point that he could see the bounce of your breasts and the mess of your hair and the smudge of your fair makeup, your tiny lace panties simply pushed to the side. The sound of his hand on himself was easily enough replicated and he sped it up a little more with a lingering groan, his head tossed back against his pillow.

Lando’s breathy praise was spoken to no one, “Good girl. Fuck- good girl, baby, just like that.”

He took one last look at your picture on his phone before he had to drop it to reach out and grab his thigh with a strangled whimper. He knew your face better than anything so resorting to just his imagination wasn’t a difficult task and he did so gladly. Being alone, there wasn’t too much of a need to be quiet but Lando tended to anyway, only letting out the smallest little whimpers and moans between his shallow breaths as the pleasure drew through his veins.

The craving for you was so intense Lando felt almost dizzy and he fabricated you taking his whole cock deep inside you over, and over, and over, faster and faster. He choked out a little moan as his hand sped up and his head tossed back sharply against the pillows as his nails raked up his thigh in overwhelm.

“Fuuuck-”

Lando’s hand flew to his hair and he grabbed a tight handful as his hips started bucking up into his hand slightly, his moans only getting louder and he could nearly hear yours too, he swore. He just wished he could get his hands on you to grab your hips and fuck up into you or to grab your breasts and watched your face fall into pleasure. He dreamt of what your pussy felt like when you would cum around him, definitely knowing that his hand would never compare no matter how hard he tried to attempt to replicate it.

“Oh God.” he squeaked out, his voice tightening in strain as he grew closer. His jaw clenched as he raised his head up to watch his lubed up hand get faster as the tip of his aching cock leaked for orgasm, groaning through his teeth, “Yes, baby, don’t fuckin’ stop.”

Lando’s brain was flooded with your face, your body, every single one of his favourite pictures of you making up this never ending flow of stunning brilliance that he wanted to absolutely take advantage of in the best way. If you were anything like your writing, you knew how to fuck and Lando wanted all of it. Most importantly, he wanted you.

Faint sweat was forming at his hairline as he fucked up into his hand that was feverishly stroking his cock, his chest rising and falling in anticipation as he gripped the back of his hair and spread his legs a little wider. His moans were getting more pathetic, more desperate, more pleading and he couldn’t stop picturing you on top of him.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he squeaked out quickly, “Lemmy cum inside you. Please, let me cum inside you.”

He fell silent for a second, only rasping out a ‘yes’ and your name, and his hand worked him right into orgasm. His mouth fell open and his head dropped back against the pillows as a little dribble of white spurted gently from his tip and fell onto his hand followed by a second. He stroked himself slower, really pulling and twisting to get more out as his hips ground up and a good shot streaked right up his faint abs.

“Yes.” he breathed through his teeth, slowing right down, and his breath froze in his chest for a second as more leaked from his tip and he could feel his cock physically pulsing in his hand. Lando bit down on his bottom lip as he moaned out of his orgasm. “Mm, fuck.”

He took a second to steady his breathing a little - and to imagine you falling onto the bed beside him and swallowing him up in pleasurable blissed out tired kisses - and then he reached over to his night stand to grab a tissue from the box. He wiped off his hand and then grabbed another to clean up the few streaks across his stomach and the tip of his dick before throwing them into the small garbage bin beside his bed. With a little pleased smile and a soft sigh, Lando rolled over to grab his underwear from the ground and pulled them on as he got off his bed.

When he glanced back over his shoulder at the wrinkled sheets, he could only see your picture still on his phone as the true shape of your body laying there watching him get up, your cheeks flushed and hair a mess and shirt left unbuttoned to expose your chest to him. And you’d smile at him so adoringly that it honestly made his heart flutter and he wished he could really see you leaking with his cum right onto his duvet.

In his underwear, Lando slipped out of his room into the silent suite that was still missing his roommate and helped himself to the bathroom sink to wash his hands. He took one last look in the mirror, brushing his hand over his once styled hair, and then returned to his room and closed the door behind him.

Lando smiled at your picture that was still on his phone screen when he returned and he sat back down on his bed and slouched back against the headboard as he closed the photos app and removed do not disturb from settings. Instagram popped up with two notifications and Lando’s guess was correct that it was his two friends waiting for him. Since he hadn’t been able to properly talk to George yet since he was eating, he opened his messages first.

georgerussell63: I’m back! georgerussell63: She just left you a little treat for after class lmao georgerussell63: I’m surprised I didn’t come back to spicy messages from you georgerussell63: Who are you and what have you done with Lando? georgerussell63: Haha

Then, a few minutes later, his friend’s casual banter shifted into the kind of messages Lando dreaded to read.

georgerussell63: Mate, wait did you see? :/ georgerussell63: Wait probably not because I know you have him blocked georgerussell63: Do you want to know? georgerussell63: Idk where you are but I’ll just tell you anyway georgerussell63: It’s HIS shirt that she’s wearing :/ georgerussell63: Hello??

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he shifted in place at the sudden feeling of a sharp blade piercing his chest ached his heart. He rubbed his hand over his chest and then worded a simple response.

landonorris: What the fuck

He swiped out of his conversation with George and opened Alex’s to see similar messages waiting for him.

alex_albon: Oh my God mate alex_albon: Ok warning now, you’re not going to like this alex_albon: She reposted HIS story on hers alex_albon: He was at the photoshoot and it’s his shirt she’s wearing in the post alex_albon: I’m literally so angry for you alex_albon: Lando? alex_albon: Hope you didn’t drown

Lando didn’t know what to say other than a repeat of,

landonorris: What the fuck

It had been a few months since you had publicly announced that you were dating some random influencer guy that Lando had barely heard about. Another thing he’d never admit? That he cried four times that day over it. It was a part of you that he should have been supportive of knowing that if you were happy then he should be happy, but it honestly just made him feel like trash, like some irrelevant stupid fanboy, and completely hopeless in love. In fact, to put it truthfully, Lando loathed the sight of your boyfriend. He loathed the sound of his name. He never would dream to hate another human being but your boyfriend pushed him pretty damn close to that.

Lando just knew you could do so much better.

You could do so much better with him.

georgerussell63: I’m so sorry mate alex_albon: I’m so sorry buddy alex_albon: I will literally fight this man for you

Lando suddenly felt so dirty but not in the way that he had planned as the concept of having been staring at you in his shirt and jerking off to you in his shirt suddenly made him want to throw up. Cheeks pink with anger, Lando did the only thing he could honestly do in that moment: rant to his best friends in their group chat.

landonorris: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me landonorris: Why is he literally everywhere landonorris: Why is he all over her all the fucking time??? landonorris: Does he not have a job??? landonorris: Can I not have one nice thing?? landonorris: These were her best pictures yet and he fucking ruined them landonorris: Why is she wearing his shirt in a photoshoot? landonorris: WHY WAS HE EVEN THERE?? georgerussell63: This is so fucked alex_albon: I’m literally pissed off too alex_albon: I couldn’t even tell you what this man's job is georgerussell63: Don’t worry Lan you’re gonna get to her some day and she’s going to fall all over you 🤍 georgerussell63: You’re literally perfect for each other she just doesn’t know you yet alex_albon: But she will!! georgerussell63: Hell yeah she will alex_albon: He may be someone she’s in love with now but you’re gonna be the one she’s in love with forever georgerussell63: Oof Albono spitting facts 🔥 landonorris: Like what does he have that’s so great landonorris: He’s brunette?? landonorris: Oh wow nice georgerussell63: Is now the time to mention that so are you? landonorris: Whatever mate I’m desperate landonorris: It fucking hurts and I hate that it hurts georgerussell63: It’s gonna make you stronger georgerussell63: Like Kelly Clarkson said lol alex_albon: You’re gonna be so strong it’ll be like WWE level gains up in here 💪🏼💪🏼 georgerussell63: She’s gonna be all over those guns mate georgerussell63: Unbelievably sexy 🥵 landonorris: Omfg guys 😂😂 alex_albon: Ripping through shirts kind of strong georgerussell63: Absolutely demolishing weak boyfriends kind of strong landonorris: Might go to shake his hand like a gentleman and -oops sorry didn’t mean to break your arm mate georgerussell63: PFFFF LMFAO alex_albon: HAHA dkm omggg georgerussell63: 1000% alex_albon: Plus you can race and what kind of girl doesn’t literally swoon over a guy that can race fast cars landonorris: Bro barely landonorris: Talking about not even getting past F4 is not the way to impress a girl georgerussell63: Fuck F4 mate alex_albon: What do they know about talent georgerussell63: Yeah and you’ve got serious skill georgerussell63: Fly to Monaco and drive circles around that woman alex_albon: And bring us too!! georgerussell63: That’s a given

Lando smiled lightly to himself and slid farther down on his bed as his friends eased his conscious like it was their day jobs. His heart beat for you, that was undeniable, and there was a second of any day that went by where he wasn’t thinking about how to get to you.

landonorris: Next book tour idc I’m lining up at 4am to meet her landonorris: I bet she smells so good alex_albon: Siiiimp georgerussell63: Just please don’t say that to her face

PART TWO

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