#I was busy and sad yesterday so late post

[arinishi]

It’s really interesting how Lanyon Sr thinks of Lanyon being gay; he really does want the best for his son but, like every other character in this comic, he is Not Very Good At Expressing This !! We can see that he has good intentions, he found a wife for Lanyon who is also a lesbian so this should be saving both of them from their potentially doomed fates. It’s just that he doesn’t seem too open to constructive criticism and seems pretty dead set on this path for his son, whether he really wants to or not.

It also makes me think: Does Lanyon’s father know about him and Jekyll? What about the other boys? And why did Lanyon feel as though he had to leave Jekyll because of this when he was aware that the marriage would just act as a cover for him and Everly to Be Gay In Secret?

[heyitslapis]

Im getting anxious

[darnell-la]

how about dark-stepdad!logan and human!female-reader? Like logan just marry her mom so that he can easily get all nasty and pervy with her daughter👀

note: our most active author's birthday was yesterday, so we’ve been pretty busy. we apologize for the gap in our posting but trust me, we have a lot of posts coming. stay tuned!

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“It’s my big day today, sweet pee,” Logan walked into y/n’s room without knocking. “Hmm?” Y/n asked as she covered herself up and placed her phone to the side.

“I said, it’s my big day today,” Logan repeated himself as he closed and locked her room door. “Room’s coming along. You like it here, princess?” He asked as he made his way over to the young lady.

“Yeah, but I’ll be moving out soon into my dorm. Did you know that mom-“ y/n went to say before Logan cut her off. “About that, sweetheart. Been meaning to talk to you,”

Logan sat down on y/n’s bed, facing her as she covered herself. She was in her laced gown since she had just woken up. She wraps her robe around her whenever she needs to leave the room.

“I can’t lie, but I’ve been a little sad lately,” Logan said, hand rubbing her cover as she grew confused. “Why?” She asked, hoping the wedding he and her mom had just had yesterday, wasn’t a mistake.

“I feel like it’s shitty of your old man, but I’ve just been thinking about me and your mom. Not just since last night, but even before,” the man said, making y/n look down. She liked Mister Howlett and didn’t want him to leave like the rest.

“I’ve just been distracted. Been distracted for years with your mother, but I’ve yet to act on it,” he said. “What’s been distracting you? Maybe my mom or I could help you,” Logan chuckled low as she softly shook his head.

“Oh, you can help me, bub,” Logan’s hand slowly traveled up her thigh, through her covers. “Just had to secure everything before I made a move,” the man said as he tugged on her covers.

“I-I’m not dressed appropriately,” y/n said. “Hey, we’re all family here, right? I don’t think it’ll be a big deal if your stepdad sees his girl,” y/n’s hands loosened, thinking to herself that it should be fine.

“There ya go. Been thinkin’ about you all night, you know? As soon as that ring was placed on my finger, I knew I had you,”

Y/n was confused about what her stepfather was saying as his hand rubbed her bare thigh. “You’ve grown up, bub. Dressed all pretty and rich. You like daddy's money?” He asked her, catching her off guard because she’d never called him dad.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered as his hand came up to her face, allowing a finger to rub down her lip. “Yes, what, princess?” He asked. “Y-Yes, daddy,” she said, knowing that was what he wanted to hear.

“Good girl,” Logan sat up and climbed under the covers, pulling her body to lay fully so how could hover over his stepdaughter.

“M-Mister Howlett, what are you doing?” Y/n asked, hands on her chest since she had no idea where to put them. She was confused and shocked by his words and touches.

“Ssh, ssh, now. Don’t wanna wake your mom,” Logan said as his finger hooked around her panties. “Mister Howlett! I-I can’t do that,” y/n took one hand to grab his wrist, but he stopped her by pinning it next to her head.

“Nah uh! You lay still,” the man demanded as he continued pulling her panties down her legs until they were off. “Pretty little panties. Always wanted to go underwater shopping with you,” the man said as he took them to his nose.

Logan sniffed hard, taking in every last drop she had let soak into the laces overnight.

“Sweet,” Logan spoke before placing them in his sweatpants pocket. “Mister Howlett, please. I-I can’t do this to my mother,” y/n said, eyes already glossy from the size over her. He was intimidating.

“It’s okay, princess. She won’t know. I promise she won’t,” Logan said as he reached into his sweats to pull out his cock. When he did, y/n felt her heart skin.

She’s had sex before. Multiple times, but Logan was huge, and her mother’s husband. He was her stepdad.

“It’s okay, don’t run,” Logan gripped y/n’s waist to pull her back into him. “Just relax, and it’ll go smoothly. Needa trains you for future days,” Logan said. He wanted to do this more often.

“N-No, Mister Howlett! I-I can’t do this,” y/n went to roll off of the bed, but the man wrapped a hand around her neck, choking slightly so she wouldn’t be able to get out of his hold.

“You’re gonna lay right here and take it. You’re too grown to be worried about your mommy,” Logan pouted at the end as he moved in between her legs. “Logan stop!” Y/n yelled at the man, which surprised him.

The man disconnected his hand from her neck and slapped it over her mouth, preventing any other stupid action from coming from her.

“Gonna have you punish you for that,” Logan harshly pushed at y/n’s entrance, fighting his way through her until her walls fully covered him.

The young lady cried in his hand, feeling an instant pressure grow in her stomach. His size was forcing an orgasm to rip from her system.

“Squeezing me so fucking tight, bub,” Logan said with a rough tone, snapping him instantly to feel her cunt coat his cock. She was a leaking mess.

“L-Logan!” Y/n tried clawing at the man’s chest, but that didn’t phase him. “Fuck, baby- You keep doin’ that, and ima get angry,”

Y/n continued as the pleasure built throughout her body. She couldn’t help the moans that escaped.

For a second, she thought about stopping and letting him take over her body. She felt too good to keep her act up, but she didn’t want to be too easy. She was embarrassed by how good her stepfather made her feel.

So y/n fought harder. Scratching the man aggressively and surprisingly pulling blood. “Fuuuuck!” The man groaned loudly as he gripped y/n’s mouth.

Y/n wanted to keep scratching and make the man stop, but she froze once she saw something she’d never seen before. The man’s wounds healed right in front of her face. It’s like she never scratched him.

“Didn’t want you to find out his way, baby,” Logan spoke after a long pause of silence. The man leaned down, getting closer to her face as he thrusted in her slowly.

“I’m one of those mutants from back then, but that shouldn’t be a problem. All that means is that I can take care of you. I’m the only one that can, sweetheart,”

Logan buried his face into the young girl's neck as she tilted her head back, allowing him to suck. “Gonna treat my little girl so good,” Logan mumbled as y/n slightly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close to her body.

Y/n couldn’t think about her mother anymore. Not while Logan was all inches deep in her, twitching and ready to cum. She stayed his good girl for the morning and whenever else he needed her to be.

[gguk-n]

Chapter 1- Anonymous Conversations

Unravelling Max's Mystery (Max Verstappen x Online Friend!Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary- Y/N formed an unexpected bond with a boy behind the screen. He doesn't have many interest it seems, except for reading her stupid poems.

{Reader's POV}

12/07/2012

Dear Diary, Stella is leaving for Canada tomorrow forever. Today was the last day of school before the summer break so I went to Stella's house after school. It's so shitty, how can she leave me like this and before the start of high school. I don't have any friends other than her, what am I supposed to do??? This isn't fair, first Faye moved back to her home country a couple years back and now Stella. It's like they don't even care about me. I made a google plus account so we can stay in touch. Actually everyone's on google plus, I'm just late to the party. I'm sure we'll still be close.

02/01/2013

OMG!! I think I'm in love. There's this new boy band, One Direction. Ava told me about them last year but I brushed her off saying they weren't my cup of tea, but OMG!!! They are fucking perfect and I love Niall so much. He's so cute and has the dreamiest eyes and his accent, I'm gonna faint. I bought the Take Me Home album yesterday!! I even put up their poster above my bed, hehe!! Sooooo, I may or may not be writing now. I think I'm gonna be an author. The stuff isn't great like Shakespeare but I'm sure I'll improve. I've written a couple poems and Aria read them and she thinks they are great. I'm gonna start uploading them on google plus. I made a separate page for it, under a pseudonym. If I really improve, maybe I can publish my work.

I was sat at my laptop, typing the latest story I came up with during lunch so I could upload it. There were a lot of people who were reading my work and even encouraged me. There is improvement, but then again, we can do better, I'm sure. My parents aren't very happy with how I'm wasting my time writing instead of focusing on my education since I'm in high school now. I finished typing the story and clicked the upload button, I got a comment on the post. It was from this guy, named Max, just Max. He always read all of my work and writes the nicest comments under them. I haven't spoken to him personally ever since my mother kept warning me about stranger danger and that it could be some 50 year old dude. But his comments are encouraging and make me want to write more. I hope he knows the kind of effect he's having on me.

My birthday is in a couple of days, I don't know what I'll do since I don't really have a lot of friends. Even Aria is away during that time, so I don't really have anyone to go out with. My parents are busy as always.

So, out of desperation or sadness, I don't know which one, I posted on google plus saying that it was my birthday. The first person who replied was Max as always. I really wanna know when this guy sleeps or how he gets any work done if he is online so much. He messaged me personally too, to wish me again and even asked what I did. I couldn't lie because my heart was heavy, so I told him. I literally just unloaded about not having any friends and spending the day alone because work was more important for my parents. He was so nice about it. He spent the next hour talking to me and cheering me up. He's apparently 15, from Netherlands. He loves cats and lives with his dad and sister. He sounds like a fun guy.

After that, both of us ended up chatting on google plus regularly. I would message him immediately after school and spend the next couple of hours talking to him. Some times, he'd be gone a couple weekends but it was no biggy. I'm sure he had other commitments instead of entertaining a dumb teenager.

Max's birthday is on 30 September. I wanted to be the first one, so I stayed up late to match the dutch timings and wished him. He replied a little while later. He wasn't very excited about it. I get it, maybe his friends aren't there or couldn't make it to his birthday. I was gonna cheer him like he cheered me up. I wish I could send him a present. He really was a light in dark time. When I had no friends in school I could rely on, he came like the knight in shining armour. I just want to be a good and reliable friend to him like he is to me. He is such a sweetheart. We've never spoken on call yet. I guess I'm still a little scared and we've only known each other for a few months. I'm gonna hold on that but Max is a genuinely nice person in my eyes. But his dad doesn't sound like the nicest person from what he says, but I can't tell him that his dad is shitty so I just read his texts.

18/12/2013

Dear Diary, Maxie is the cutest. I haven't seen or heard him yet but I feel like he is. Otherwise, why would he encourage me to follow my dreams? He was so understanding and gave great advice. You might wonder why I needed the advice, diary. I told my parents I wanna pursue a degree in literature and we had a huge fight since apparently I'm throwing my life away and I should try to get a proper degree that might get me a job. Apparently, I'm not thinking straight. I've been thinking about becoming an author for some time now, it's my one passion, I've realised. And if it means struggling, I would rather struggle and be happy than be in a dead end job. Just because they are some big shot business people doesn't mean I wanna do that do. ugh!!! I hate them. Maxie calmed me down honestly, he heard me out and told me it was okay to follow my dreams. I think he is such a good friend. I won't tell him that, he has a big ego as is. LOL!!

I've been gaining a lot of traction on my posts on google plus. I have a couple thousand followers but Max is the most active of them all. Max is so effortlessly funny. He did ask one time if we could talk on call, I told him that my microphone was broken. I'm still a little skeptical. I know, even though I'm literally sharing everything with him, I've never spoken on call or video with him. Maybe some day.

04/03/2014

Dear Diary, I got a new phone and a new number. The previous one was one of my parents multiple numbers but this one is my own. I feel like an adult, hehe!! I made a whatsapp, maybe I'll share my number with Maxie and we might start chatting on there. Google plus had become a bit of hassle and I'm not uploading on it like I used to. I usually only open it to talk to Max. I think it would be better to shift it to another service. He's been a little busy this year compared to the last, didn't tell me much but I think it has to do with him being in his final year of high school. Can't relate, but I hope I'm done with high school soon. It fucking sucks. But on the bright side, I've gotten close to Nia and Aria and I could call Aria my best friend but she considers Nia her best friend. I don't mind being her friend. I have Max anyways.

Max has been quite busy lately, but I don't blame him. I would be busy in my final year of high school too. Even with all that, he has taken time out to talk to me. I did share my number with him, so now instead of google plus, which is a barren wasteland, we text on whatsapp. I've suggested talking on call some time when he's free, which hasn't happened yet.

We had set up a time to talk, it was really early here but I didn't mind, I was up anyways. I couldn't wait to hear his voice. I was anxious as well, what if he's some pedophile; all these thoughts raced through my head when my phone rang. Max- Hi, Y/N! Y/N- Hey, Max!! How are you? Max- I'm good, what about you? Y/N- Yeah, I'm good too. haha!! This is so weird talking to you. Max- yeah, you sound pretty. Fuck was he flirting, is this flirting? A million thoughts ran through my head, no one's ever flirted with me before. I felt my cheeks heat up. Y/N- You sound nice too. I mean....you have a nice voice. Max- haha, thanks, this is the first time some one has said that. Y/N- soooo, what have you been up too?? You've been so busy lately. There was a pause on the other end. I heard shuffling. Max- yeah, I've been busy with stuff. I'll be done soon for a while now. Y/N- That's great I need my best friend back! The conversation flowed smoothly. It didn't feel like we were talking on call for the first time. I had a lot of fun talking to Max. He sounds like a teenager, much to my relief. He's just as funny on call as he is on text.

After that, we ended up calling each other regularly. Max would answer my calls whenever but sometimes I felt bad about calling him at the crack ass of dawn in Netherland so I would avoid calling him whenever. He is so kind and listens well but damn does he talk. Every one who knows me calls me talkative, if they heard Max their ears would bleed. But I like hearing him talk, he has the most random and vast knowledge, he's helped me write too many of my papers because I didn't have to research, I could just ask him; he's like a walking encyclopedia.

17/05/2015

Dear Diary, I think I'm in love. It's not some celebrity this time but I think it's Max. I don't even know that dude's last name but I'm in love. He not like the guys in school, he's so mature and funny and sweet and understanding and he supports me so much. I didn't know when or how but I think I love him. Obviously I won't tell him. It's prolly a crush since I have't dated anyone ever. I'll get over it, can't ruin my friendship over this. As is, he has gotten so busy. I think he is going to college. He didn't say it explicitly but why else would he be so busy right now if not applying for colleges. I don't know the dutch education system but I'm sure he busy pursuing higher education. He said he liked cars, I think he'll do something with cars. I didn't really ask in more details. I'm sure he'll tell me when he wants to. We have a chill friendship, we share when and what we want to. Alas, I hope this crush doesn't ruin my friendship.

09/08/2015

This is bad, my crush on Max has only gone on to increase. He's so kind to me, what am I supposed to do? Also he's the only one who can calm me down after a fight with my parents regarding my future. Sadly, he gotten so busy. He's gone for a while every few weeks. But lately he's been free. We've been talking a lot. He sounds a lot more rested lately too. I'm sure college is tough. But he's strong and I know he'll do it.

[Little did Y/N know, Max was busy racing across the world in Redbull's junior team. He was in his first year as a formula one driver, hence he was so busy. Max had no intentions of telling her, he liked being just Max, a guy from Netherlands who could talk to her. He enjoyed the disconnect he got with her]

[not-magdi]

"Be my Valentine?"

Warnings: none :)

Summary: Lando surprises you on Valentine's Day.

Word Count: 1k

Reading Time: 4min 12sec

A/N

I am so sorry for not updating again, but life has been really stressful lately. I sadly can't promise you that it is going to be better a school is about to start again but I'll try.

Love y'all Magdi <3

February 13th, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and you just ended a call with Lando, who was currently in Barcelona testing the new car. When he first told you he would be away for the 14th, disappointment and sadness were the only emotions you felt.   

Valentine's has been your favourite holiday since you were a little girl. It didn't matter if you had somebody or not. The pink hearts everywhere, the smell of roses in the air, and people all around being in love made it so special for you. 

And for two years, you got to spend Valentine's with the love of your life, Lando Norris. Although every day was special with Lando, he always made extra efforts for the 14th, such as preparing breakfast in bed, presenting flowers in a rainbow of colours, and gifting sparkling jewellery.

So, him not being here home with you this year crushed your spirits for tomorrow completely. Lando felt incredibly bad when he found out when the tests were, but nothing prepared him for how the spark in your eyes disappeared when he told you. 

Guilt was eating him up the entire trip to Barcelona. Even Oscar noticed and asked what was up. 

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After you hung up with Lando, you decided to cuddle yourself up on your couch and do some self-care while watching some nineties rom-com. 

You knew it wasn't Lando's fault he didn't have a say in when the testing was going to be, but you were still really disappointed he couldn't be with you. 

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Your stiff back and sore neck were the result of you falling asleep on the couch yesterday. The TV was still running when you decided to get up and make yourself breakfast. 

The second you unlock your phone, you are bombarded with posts of couples enjoying Valentine's Day together.  

Letting out an annoyed huff, you throw your phone on the couch and decide to take a shower, wanting to escape all that valentines crap for a bit. 

Afterwards, you felt way more refreshed and optimistic for the day. So you decided to throw on some of your favourite jeans and your most flattering top and head outside to the centre of Monaco. 

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You spend your whole day wandering through Monaco, strolling through a few shops and taking a few breaks in some cafes. And even though you were still a bit mad at Lando, an addition to Lando's Valentine's present made its way into your bag. 

Your mood improved gradually throughout the day, but not hearing anything from Lando made it hard to stay positive. You texted him, "goodmorning ❤️" to show him you were not ignoring or mad at him. 

He reacted to your message, but it has been complete silence since then. You thought that maybe he was too busy, as he told you that today would be the media day, but not hearing anything from him hurt you were not going to lie.

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And you were indeed correct in your assumption. Lando was incredibly busy today but not giving interviews and making content. No, he tried to convince Zak to let him fly home earlier today so he could spend some more time with you. 

"Oh, come on. Please Zak, I'm done with all my stuff, for what do you even need me here?" Lando begged his boss, quite desperate to let him fly home. 

Zak looked at him with a slightly tired expression. "Do you really have to fly home. I mean it's just Valentine's day."

Lando tried to put on his best puppy dog eyes. "It's really important for Y/N. I can't do that to her." 

That seemed to do the trick, as Lando is currently on a plane home to Monaco. He spent the whole flight on his phone, trying to make the time go by faster. A smile made its way onto his face when he saw you posted a photo of you sitting in one of your favourite cafes, enjoying the sun.

He felt so incredibly guilty after your call yesterday, already forming a plan for how he can make it up to you.

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The second he touched the ground again, he immediately rushed to your favourite florist to get you the biggest bouquet of sunflowers he could find. 

The friendly old lady who runs the shop smiles as she sees Lando entering. You also visited her today, telling her your dilemma while buying a bouquet of pink tulips. 

So seeing Lando buying your favourite flowers made her happy for you, knowing you weren't spending the day alone anymore. 

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You just came home from your trip, putting the flowers you bought in a vase and starting to make yourself some dinner. 

You were about to start eating when you heard the doorbell ring. Confused, you make your way to the front door. Looking through your peephole, you rip the door open in excitement.  

You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw your boyfriend standing before you. Well, you could barely see him between all those sunflowers. But what you could see. Was his adorable smile while he held a pink sign saying, "Be my valentine?" 

Rushing over to him, you tackled him in the biggest teddybear-hug, burying your face in his neck. 

"Hi baby." Kissing your head, Lando wraps one arm around you, squeezing you tight. 

"How-when, why are you here?" 

Chuckling slightly at your confusion, Lando answers, "Well I couldn't leave my girl alone on Valentine's now, can I? Besides, Zak couldn't withstand my puppy-dog-eyes." 

Laughing, you tilt your head, giving Lando a loving kiss while murmuring a sincere "I love you" against his lips.

"Mhm, I love you too, baby."  

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After standing in your hallway like two teenagers, you ushered Lando inside, not letting go of his hand, wanting to have him near you all the time.  

You were now cuddling on the couch, your wrist decorated with a new bracelet, a sparkling "L" adorning its front. 

Lando broke the comfortable silence you two were basking in, "You didn't answer my question from earlier." 

You look up at him, confused. "What do you mean?" 

Wrapping his arms tighter around you, he says, "Will you be my Valentine?" 

Laughing, you take his face to kiss him, "Yes, Lando, I'd love to be your Valentine." 

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[isadollie]

break a leg! • chigiri hyoma

★ telling someone to "break their leg" before an important event is supposed to bring them luck; but this time luck wasn't on your side.

★ this fic is a part of an amazing summer olympics collab by @tetzoro !! i'm so happy i'm able to take part in it 🫶 i had a lot of fun writing it!:3

"it's such a pretty city!" you sighed gently, your head resting against your boyfriend's shoulder. chigiri followed your gaze and smiled. "i told you, didn't i?"

the two of you were seated in a cute café, observing the busy streets of paris through the big window next to your table.

you looked into his eyes with a tiny smile. "you don't seem too stressed." he simply shrugged, pulling you a bit closer. "stress won't help me anyway. besides, you're here with me so i'm sure it will be fine." he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

of course you were there with him. how could you not? your boyfriend has been very successful in the football field for quite a while now, but the olympics are a whole new level. and now that his team made it into the semi-finals, you couldn't be happier for him.

you gently played with his beautiful, long hair with a smile. it's a short calm moment, among of all the crazy things that have been happening lately; all the stress, all the emotions that came with the competitions. you wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as you could.

"hey... let's go and take some cute photos together." you chuckled, slowly standing up from your seat and offering him your hand. chigiri raised an eyebrow, but obeyed anyway.

as always, "taking photos together" turned into a whole professional session with you as a model. you kept on coming up with new poses and he's been taking hundreds of photos, already contemplating which ones he'll post on his instagram later. he loved to show you off after all.

"a bit more to the left, baby" he said gently, showing you where to stand. "perfect! now... how about you go up those stairs?" he pointed to the staircase a few meters away from you two. "i bet the pics will be amazing!"

you happily obeyed, climbing up the stairs as you made another cute pose. "oh my god, chigiri look!" you suddenly squealed, getting distracted from your little modeling role. "a kitten! aww, it's so cute!" you cooed, turning around to see as the small creature ran up the stairs next to you.

what you didn't expect though, is that this cute animal will make you distracted enough to lose your balance. last thing you remember is that your foot didn't touch the step as it was supposed to, your body falling down to the ground, followed by your boyfriend shouting out your name.

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"does it still hurt a lot?" chigiri asked softly, gently combing your hair.

you nodded with a grimace as you looked down at your leg in a cast. you looked over at him as you munched on the sweet pastry he brought you. "it does. those chocolate muffins are really tasty though, you were right."

your body was still in pain after your fall, which you blamed entirely on the orange, fluffy cat from the staircase. you got to the hospital yesterday, where they told you your leg is broken. you also had a few bigger and smaller bruises on your arms and back.

earlier today chigiri's team won in the semi-finals, but due to your injury, you watched the whole match on the tv in your hospital room. as soon as the game ended and your boyfriend had a bit of free time, he immediately rushed to your side. after he took the muffins, of course.

chigiri sighed as he put the hairbrush down, pressing a tissue to your cheek to wipe some of the chocolate away. "i'm so sorry, darling" he said so sadly, almost as if your accident was his fault. "did the doctors say anything?"

you looked away slightly, knowing you have to tell him the sad truth. "yeah. i have to stay here for at least three days more. i won't be able to be there to see the finals from the stands."

the long-haired man nodded slowly as he sat down next to your bed. he expected it, but hearing it out loud made his heart ache even more. he didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms around you in a gentle hug, careful not to hurt you further.

the cute moment between the two of you have been suddenly interrupted as bachira stormed into the room with a big grin on his face, and a bunch of colorful markers in his hands. his eyes lit up even more as he saw your cast. "time to let my inner picasso come out!"

chigiri just sent him a glare, but you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a small laugh.

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"i have to go now." your boyfriend said as he squeezed your hand gently. you saw how stressed he was, and you couldn't blame him.

competing for a gold medal at the olympics was not a joke, after all.

"good luck, love. don't you worry, yeah? it will be alright, i promise." you showed him a genuine smile, squeezing his hand back. he just sighed. "i just wish you could be there."

your eyes softened. "me too. but i have a tv here, i'll watch the whole game just like i did with the previous one, hm?"

hyoma smiled and leaned closer to stroke your cheek. "i really need to go now... i already have a missed call from nagi."

"right. i would tell you to break a leg, but i already did it, so no need for you to do the same."

he gently chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before he left the room.

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this didn't look well.

the score was currently 1:0, and chigiri's team was losing. you were tossing in your bed; as much as your broken leg allowed you to.

his team was trying their best, but the opponents always found a way to get the ball back. you'd let out a gasp whenever chigiri had the ball, and then let out a curse whenever he lost it.

suddenly the tv turned off, and your heart almost jumped out of your chest.

"oh no, no, no!" you whined, clicking every button on the remote, but nothing worked. you got out your phone, and attempted to watch the game on it, but your battery was on only 9%, so it soon died too.

where did you put the damn charger?

it wasn't anywhere near you, and you couldn't move much around your bed, not to mention you couldn't sit up on your own.

you desperately asked one of the nurses for help, but she couldn't find your charger in the room as well, which only made you feel worse. she even was kind enough to bring you her own charger, but it didn't fit to your phone. she promised to ask her colleagues for a right type of charger, but because of her other responsibilities, she couldn't come back to you in a while.

you sighed deeply, running your shaky hands down your face, knowing that you ran out of possibilities.

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"sweetheart, wake up..." a soft voice from your left made you slowly open your eyes, feeling your shoulder being gently shaken.

you yawned as your eyes finally opened, taking in the sight of your boyfriend. "ah, finally!" he huffed impatiently, lightly pinching your cheek.

"what's going on..?" you mumbled in confusion.

then the memories started to come back; how you watched the game, how the tv broke and how you couldn't find a proper charger. you must have fallen asleep in the middle of this chaos.

"i swear, waking you up from your beauty sleep is harder than winning a medal." chigiri teased gently, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness.

"what..?" you rubbed your eyes and gasped, noticing the gold medal hanging from his neck. "you-! but it was 1:0-!"

he chuckled, still caressing your cheek. "at first, sure. but we ended up winning 2:1."

suddenly a pout formed on his face as he noticed your confusion.

"no way! you didn't see my goal?!"

"i can explain--!"

i wrote this in roughly 40 minutes so let me apologize for any mistakes i might have made! still, it was fun to write it:3

[pjmxtra]

I want more time with you…ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

જ⁀➴ pairing: idol boyfriend! Ni-ki x gn!reader

જ⁀➴ synopsis: Dating an idol is harder then you thought it would be.

જ⁀➴ genre: fluff, angst (?)

જ⁀➴ notes: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?!???!!!?? NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN PLS Once again it’s all over the place but it’s readable :) i hope !! pls request !!

The soft rustle of tree leaves brushing against each other and the piitter padder of the rain didn’t help in your situation. The feeling of longing in your chest was at its peck. You knew dating Riki was gonna have little to no time spent together. You where 99% willing to go through that just to be with him but that 1% is kicking in.

All you needed right now was him. It was bad day from the start. You had woken up late and got scolded by your manager at work. While working you had messed up an order and had gotten yelled at by a costumer. At this point you a hundred percent believed the world was against you today.

You shuffled through your bag and pulled out your phone. Opening the Camera app and begin to take pictures of everything you saw. Whenever you went out you always found something to send him. Whether it be the food you has ordered or how pretty a flower looked. Sending him pictures always made it seem like he was right there with you.

Pulling up his contact then picking the photos you found the prettiest and hitting send. You shut off your phone knowing he wouldn’t be able to answer since his schedule was so busy. Yet you still anticipated the little buzz from your phone.

Slowly walking through the crowded sidewalks, rapped up in one of his jackets. Umbrellas overtaking the sky as people passed. You couldn’t help but think about him even more.

How it would be so romantic if he was here and you two had to share an umbrella. Crapped under it as you found warmth in his arms. As you made it to the front of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Yet another day without him in this sad sad place.

Opening the door as you had a million times, the familiar scent of home washed over. As you walked around the apartment your mind wondered to memories you had made here with him. Remembering all the movie nights you guys had and all the arts and crafts you “forced” him to do. Deep down you knew how much he loved them.

Making your way to small kitchen your eyes landed on mug. Not just any mug tho one that you and Ni-ki had gotten together on your 2nd date. You had once again dragged him along some fun adventure. Letting out a little laugh you couldn’t help but think that pottery wasn’t his strong suit. The clay was lumpy and slanted. Still, it was the best gift you had ever received.

A soft buzz interrupted your train of though. The bright light of your phone illuminated your face as you read the message.

“It’s so pretty. Just like you 🫶🏻 - Ni-ki boy”

You let out a laugh at how cheesy he was. Blushing at the comment. It reminded you of the first time he really called you beautiful. Yeah he has said you look beautiful on the first date and so on, but there was one moment you knew he really meant it from the bottom of his heart.

You remember it like yesterday. The gentle blow of the wind washed over you both. It was the evening after dating for a month or so. It wasn’t a special day or anything just wanting to be each others presence. Sitting on a park bench as you both watched the kids and dogs run around having the time of their life.

Your hands intertwined as you sat close to each other. The sun kissed you so perfectly. Riki felt his heart jump from his chest at the sight. Cheeks heating up as he’s hands started to get clammy. It was so cheesy and romantic it felt like it came straight out of a drama.

He let a sigh escape past his lips. Unintentionally grabbing your attention away from the others. You tilted you head towards him letting a smile paint your features. How could he be so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend? He was truly amazed that he had you as his. He stared into you eyes as he let the words slip out of his mouth with ease.

“You are so beautiful”

Silence washed over the two. Not an awkward one. You took a couple of seconds to compose yourself. You are quite used to having someone to call you such sweet names. You tried to play it off by shoving him a little bit.

“Duh I know” You teased. Ni-ik let out one of his well known laughs. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. His laugh was just as contagious as his pretty smile. Letting the moment sink in you wished you could stay here forever. With him. Just you two and no one else. That’s all you needed.

You let out a sigh as you remembered the fond memory. Soon the silence became overwhelming. You had always been an emotional person so remembering these memories did not help what so ever. Your water line fighting tears back as they threatened to fall. A knock at the door rang through the room.

Jumping a little at the sudden sound. Making your was slowly to the door, whipping your tears on the way. Swinging the door open gently it soon revealed your one and only boyfriend. He was covered from head to toe just in case not to get recognized. You stood there in shock since you didn’t expect him to come over.

“Ni-ki?” You hushed out moving to the side to allow him in. As he came in he pulled down is mask and cap. Revealing his highlighted hair.

“Hi baby” he said closing the door behind him before pulling you into a long, crushing hug. His familiar smell over coming all senses. Holding him back tightly the water works began to turn. Slowly tears started to fall on his coat. He felt you shacking and pulled back. Finally being able to see your shining eyes gloss over with tears.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked, is a worried tone as he tried his best to whip your tears. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was all to much. You didn’t realize how much you needed him. You had always pushed this feeling away because you knew you had to be strong about this relationship. Yet you couldn’t hind how you felt from him.

“I..” your own sobs making it hard to let a single word out. He was quick to pull you back into a gentle hug. This time letting you have some space to breathe. He softly rubbed the small of you back and let his hand run through your hair. Trying to help you calm down.

Soon your cry’s stopped. All that was left where dried tears and small hiccups.

“I want more time with you.. riki” you kept your head down hands still holding him. Afraid that if you let go all you’ll have left of him where memories.

“Aw baby, you know we have all the time in world.” he spoke trying to make you feel at ease. You looked into his eyes for the first time in a while. Getting emotional once again. “I’m scared… i’m scared i won’t have enough memories of us.” you sighed “I know getting into a relationship with you I would have to sacrifice seeing you ever once in a while.. but i just want more time with you. Before we know it this could be our last” thoughts of not having enough moments and adventures with him made you feel hopeless. Silence washed over you both. Your words that had been unspoken for many many months finally spilled out. Unable to stop.

“I want you to make unforgettable memories with you Riki. I wanna be young and dumb and in love with you. Just give me more time.” Ni-ki’s grip loosened around you. He moved his hands from around you to be placed in your hands. He intertwined them together bringing them close to his chest.

“And we can do all that y/n… I promise we have all the time in the universe. I’m not going anywhere as long as your with me.” He placed his lips on yours giving you a soft peck. Bringing his hand up to whip off the dry tears that had made there way on your cheeks. He closed the gap once again. Hoping this kiss would tell you all you needed to know.

He pulled away just enough for your lips to separate. He stared into your eyes, really taking in the fragile moment. As he pulled you close to him a hushed-

“I love you.” fell past his lips.

જ⁀➴ notes: Help idek what i’m doing in this one shit but i had to write it

[barcalover86]

Wsg love your post!!!

It would make my day if u wrote of post the reader is Pedri’s little sister but she’s dating Gavi. One day Pedri was playing FIFA with his friends on call, reader comes in his room pissed off bc she’s on her period. When Reader is on her period she’s very very bratty and mean, Pedri knew that so the minute that he Rolodex this he asked her if she was on her period,and she was so mad and left bc he ate all of her snacks. When Gavi asked Pedri if it was true that u we’re on ur period he bought readers favourite snacks and went to go cuddle with her and it’s just full of fluffff

Thank you!

Period problems - Pablo Gavi

2nd Masterlist

"What do you want, y/n!? You are getting on my nerves now!" Pedri said to you after 10 minutes of walking around the kitchen trying to find something for you to eat.

Your period came earlier and some big cramps were keeping you awake.

It was pretty late now, but your brother, Pedri, was playing FIFA in the living room with his footballer friends.

"Don't you have your own business to look out for?"

"Since you are distracting me of winning this game, I can tell you whatever I want."

You rolled his eyes. You wanted to tell him so bad that he was going to lose anyway, but you remained silent, knowing that your boyfriend, Gavi, was also there playing in his team.

"What are you even looking for?" he said annoyed after another 5 minutes of you walking around.

"Something to eat."

"This late?"

You were really annoyed this time.

"Yes, this late. I'm hungry, do you have a problem with it?"

"Yes, I do. Go grab yourself something and leave! You're making too much noise!"

"Well, if I had something, I would take it and go to my room. Don't you think I want to be alone too!? I just don't find my snacks.." you said the last part as a whisper, but Pedri heard you.

"What snacks?"

"Those that I bought yesterday."

"Oh, those snacks," he said chuckling.

"Do you know where they are?"

"In my tummy" Pedri said while laughing.

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, I was hung-"

"I bought them!!! You had to ask me if you wanted to eat those! Now I don't have anything and I'm hungry!"

"C'mon, there's not a big deal, y/n. Now, can you leave? I want to continue the game and all of us are waiting for you to get done with all those.. moody things of yours.. so that we can finish this stupid match!"

"Pedri, hermano, don't shout at her!"

Pedri heard Gavi talking, but decided to ignore him.

"Not a big deal!? Seriously!? Of course it is not if you ate MY food!" you started to get really mad and tears were forming in your eyes.

"For real? Now you are crying? What now? Are you on your period?"

"Yes, I am! You are such a bad brother. You don't even know how it feels. I don't want to see you ever again!" you said before going to your room, sad, angry, hungry and with bad cramps.

Pedri rolled his eyes, but he felt bad for shouting at you, knowing that period was a serious subject and you were in pain.

"Is she on her period, Pedri?"

"Yes, Gavi. She is"

"Why did you yell at her like that!?"

"I didn't know, don't you think I'm sorry too?"

"I'm going to but those snacks for her now." he said before hanging up and going to some store.

It took him a lot of time to find one that was still open and after that he ran to your house.

Pedri thanked him for coming after Gavi started to give him some lessons about his behaviour towards his sister.

When you heard someone knocking at your door, you were sure it was your brother so you didn't respond, pretending to be asleep. The door eventually open and it revealed you your boyfriend with a bag in his hands.

"Hi.." he said quietly and sweetly, putting his hand on one of your legs.

"Pablo.."

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. You opened the lights and you hugged him, being really emotional.

"Oh, sweet girl"

You wanted to ask him so many questions, but he promised to tell you everything tomorrow morning and that he will stau with you this night.

When he gave you the bag and you saw all your favorite foods and some pads, you were on he edge of tears.

"Thank youu."

"De nada, amorcito."

After you ate until you were full, he cuddled you, making sure you were save and comfortable.

Your cramps were bad, but being close to Gavi made you forget about them, only thinking about his lips and body. You were really horny this period of the month and Gavi knew that, but promised you that he will give you a nice time after you finish it.

Now, his lips on your neck and lips were enough for you.

"Can you tell me a story, please?" you asked him.

"I don't know a story,cariño."

"Anything..please"

He eventually gave up and took his phone out to read you something. After a short time, you were already asleep in his arms, while he was looking at you sweetly, kissing your forehead time to time.

"Te quiero, y/n"

2nd Masterlist

I hope you like this and I'm sorry for the wait!

[stayevildarling]

hi🙈 I found you via wattpad and I really like your work. can you post something about wilhemina, billie and cordelia and reader that saves them from an attack but got hurt and struggles badly after this please. thank you very much, your stories help me very much🐝

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Everything works out in the end

A/N: Thanks to the anon for requesting this. I hope you are doing okay and this is somewhat how you wanted it to be. Sending love ❤ I haven't posted in ages but I have still been writing. I'm just genuinely unsure if anyone would read my stuff anymore. @billiebeanhoward said this is a meh one so I apologize in advance.

Warnings: mention of violence, mention of blood, angst, sad, fluff

Word count: 3.7k

Taglist: (if you wanna be added or taken off, send me a dm or an ask):

@lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay, @whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson, @isle-of-earle, @paulawand, @paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world

Moonlight shines on the coven, the light illuminating the white building as it shines through the large windows. It was quiet, the only noises ocassionally to be heard, cars driving past the street outside the coven. Cordelia slowly woke from her slumber, looking over to her right, seeing two of her lovers peacefully asleep.

Billie had her arms wrapped around you, both of you looking so comfortable and peaceful that it brings a warmth to her heart. Of course she notices the absence of Wilhemina. She slowly gets out of bed, quiet enough not to wake you, before sliding into her slippers next to her bedside and quietly leaving the room.

The supreme knew there was only one place Wilhemina would hide away from the shadows of the night as she makes her way to Wilheminas office. Her silk nightgown iluminating the coven further. As she quietly knocks and enters, she finds the redhead standing by the window, holding onto her cane tightly as her eyes avert the window and make their way to the blonde entering the room.

Cordelia makes her way over, gently placing her hand on the redheads and giving her a comforting smile. ,,Can't sleep hm?'' she gently asks. Wilhemina averts her gaze, looking out the window yet again. In response she simply shakes her head, knowing well enough by now that her girlfriend and the supreme could easily read her, even if she didn't want to be read and her emotion so raw and open for people to see.

,,Talk to me darling, this isn't the first time lately'' Cordelia softly suggests. The redheads facial expression quickly turns into a slightly bitter one as her hand grips tighter around her cane, controlling her other hand that is held by Cordelia just enough not to tighten. ,,I can tell you are mad my love'' the blonde implies. Wilhemina huffs before responding ,,Of course I am, we have failed her. We were meant to protect her not the other way around''. The supreme sighs in response, trying to control her own emotions and fighting back tears.

,,She needs you, she needs all of us now more than ever''. Cordelia replies trying not to think back of that day, to the events that her lover suggested but emotions and flashbacks pull her into that day again as if it was yesterday.

It was the last day of Delia being gone at a council meeting and the coven was mostly quiet. The witches studying at the academy were happy to have a quiet day without studies before they would beginn again tomorrow. While the three of you, Billie, Wilhemina and you couldn't be more excited to see Cordelia again. Whenever one of you was busy or gone for a couple of days, you felt incomplete. It was late afternoon, the sun had already begun to set and Cordelia was due any minute. Most of the witches were doing their own thing, in their rooms, the greenhouse or outside the academy gates. Billie had decided to cook, while Wilhemina set the table and you not letting her and instead telling her to sit down, which she didn't like to hear.

As the door was heard, Billie rushed to the hallway first, her being the closest to the front door. She turned around, her face filled with excitement and you following her, Wilhemina behind. However, the mediums breath got caught in her throat as she saw that it wasn't infact Cordelia. She had never seen the person before, dressed completely in black and wearing a hood. Although she couldn't see the persons face, her instincts instantly told her something wasn't right about this. As you enter the hallway you halt, your mind not quite comprehending what was happening before Wilhemina stood by the doorframe, equally confused.

,,Who are you?'' Billie asked confused, the fear very visible in her voice now. The hooded figure simply replied with silence and taking steps closer to the three of you. In their hand you could see an object that you couldn't quite make out. Everything happened so quickly and before you know it, you see a gun being pulled to Billie's head. ,,I have come for revenge'' a deep voice calls out. Without thinking you take a step infront of Billie.

Wilhemina watched the events unfold in shock, her body prisoned with fear, being unable to move. The door opens and at last the supreme enters, the redhead seeing both the shock and also Cordelia getting ready to act. As the words of the hooded figure were spoken, Cordelia trying to rush closer and raise her hand, enabling her magic. The shot was already fired. She watched in fear as you rush in front of Billie Dean, the bullet piercing right through you.

Cordelia couldn't get there fast enough and so the only thing she can do is quickly take the person to the ground. She ran to you and Billie, as you fell backwards into Billie's arms after pushing yourself in front of her. The blood streaming all over you, staining your clothes, Billie's hands and the floor.

The medium couldn't comprehend what was happening. She frantically started crying as she knelt on the floor with you. Begging for Cordelia to make it stop and to make you be okay. Her mind flodding with thoughts of losing you and the fact you had just saved her.

Their reactions were utterly different, despite having the same fear of losing you. Cordelia did her absolute best to stay calm and start a flood of spells and trying to come up with potions already to sped up your healing. Billie was frantically crying while holding your head up, speaking words of comfort to you. Wilhemina however was overtaken by anger. She rushed past you and your two lovers, walking over to the unconciouss figure on the floor. Ripping the hood of their head before letting her anger out in every way she possible could.

,,Wilhemina, Wilhemina'' Billie pleaded before Cordelia had to physically stop her, after speaking her spells. ,,We need your help now, we need to get her upstairs'' the supreme spoke calmy but strictly at the same time.

Successfully convincing the redhead, they made sure to take you into the bedroom and get you into clean clothes as Cordelia put you in a deep sleep, to recover from what had happened, her magic seeming to have worked. Billie sat by your side while the supreme had to take over and protect her coven. Wilhemina helping in any way she could to protect you.

The next morning, Wilhemina was the first one awake and out of bed, standing in the kitchen, despite Cordelia convincing her the night before to get back into bed. The last two weeks had caught up on the usually strong woman, the lack of sleep slowly starting to reflect in her eyes. As her gaze stayed focused, she overlooked the gardens of the coven. She heard footsteps, starting from the stairs and halting by the kitchen. Despite caught in her thoughts, she assumed the footsteps to be from Cordelia or Billie.

However, when she heard a quiet ,,Good morning Mina'' her head instantly turned, her gaze now finding you, standing by the door smiling at the beautiful redhead. ,,Hey little one'' she said softly, making her way over to you. ,,Would you like some breakfast, something to drink?'' she asks. You look at her a moment, her tired eyes meeting yours before replying ,,Just some tea but I'll make it myself'' you imply but she instantly stops you and walks over to the sink.

After a little while, she places the tea cup in front of you gently and you thank her. You try your best not to make it obvious when shuffling slightly in your chair as you still felt pain in your body from recent events. However, you wince slightly and she instantly picks it up. ,,Are you still in pain, little one?'' she asks and despite her voice not showing it you could see the anger in her brown eyes but you quickly shake your head.

The next few minutes are filled with silence, as you drink your tea and Wilhemina seems slightly lost in her thoughts. ,,I'm sorry'' you almost whisper after a while, breaking the silence, laying over the empty kitchen. Her eyebrows furrow, confused at your statement before you explain ,,I know you haven't been sleeping'' you add after a little while. Her demeanour changes and you could tell you shouldn't have said that. You knew the redhead long enough to know what her silence meant. She didn't wanna talk about it, she didn't want it brought up and you blame yourself instantly for making her upset.

Two blondes enter the kitchen shortly after this, Billie pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and Cordelia greeting you with a gentle smile and kiss to your forehead. ,,Don't forget to have this sweetheart'' she reminds you as she places a little vial next to you. She had made you potions to help with the pain. It was usually no issue for a supreme to instantly heal you after the attack, however she was slightly late and the bullet had already pierced through you and the supremes reaction and spell accuracy was slightly off due to her own emotions. Despite being fully healed and barely even having a scar, you could still feel the pain, although you did your best to hide it.

The three of them start chatting about their days ahead, Cordelia trying to bring some sense of normality into the coven again. Billie talks about the meeting she has this morning and being unsure whether to stay at the coven instead but you assure her it would be okay. Cordelia had an urgent meeting, still working through the aftermath of the events, making sure the coven would be safe and this would never happen again. You overheard a conversation the other day, Cordelia explaining they revealed the hooded figures identity and getting through to the network and the reasoning. ,,I can stay sweetheart'' Cordelia offers but you assure her you will be okay. She reminds you to call or message her if you need anything and where the rest of your medication was and when to take it.

After they had left, Wilhemina got the remaining witches to clean after themselves after breakfast. ,,Is there anything you would like to do sweetheart?'' she asks you but you reassure her she could do her work in her office and that you would go to take a nap. For hours you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. You tried so hard to be strong for them but the pain would sometimes sneak up on you. You felt guilty, overhearing some conversations as to why this happened and how they wanted to get to the supreme by doing this and hurting the people she loves most. You know they were hurting, you knew Wilhemina couldn't sleep, Cordelia couldn't stop worrying and you knew about Billie's nightmares.

It was around lunchtime when you decided to check on Wilhemina. As you knock on her door gently, a cup of coffee in your hand, you enter and find her asleep in her armchair. You smile softly as you quietly make your way over, putting the coffee on the table next to her and grabbing a blanket and gently placing it over her lap. As you exit her room, you think about what to do. This had been the first day since it happened, where you were alone. Billie and Cordelia hadn't left to go anywhere and if Cordelia needed to, Billie wouldn't leave your side. There had been one thing you had been particularly feeling guilty about, so you decide to grab your wallet and keys and make your way outside the coven, for the first time in a couple of weeks.

It doesn't take long for both of your girlfriends to finish their work, Billie had ended her meeting sooner, prioritizing the important things for her upcoming project and skipping the usual small talk, so she could get back home sooner. Cordelia likewise made sure she told the council everything they needed to know and working on further steps to prevent these sort of events and hold the people accounting for this responsible. They almost enter the coven at the exact time, Billie already making her way up the stairs and Cordelia following behind.

As they open Wilhemina's door, after not finding the two of you anywhere else, they find her in the exact same state you had left her, sleep finally catching up on her. ,,Hi darling'' Cordelia greets softly. Wilhemina sits up straight, pretending this didn't happen, while taking a sip of the now cold coffee. ,,Where is Y/N?'' Billie asks but she is met with the same confused reaction that Cordelia showed as soon as she entered the room and not finding you there too.

Billie is the first one to panic, instantly thinking something had happened again, while Wilhemina did not say a single word, thoughts of guilt and anger towards herself instantly filling her for not checking up on you and falling asleep. Cordelia stays surprisingly calm, checking your nighttable and noticing your wallet and keys missing. ,,Maybe she just went for a walk'' she tries to reason but as soon as the words leave her mouth she doubts them herself, even if this was the case, the danger to the coven and you still hadn't been completely gone.

,,Well do something, can't you teleport to her?'' Wilhemina slightly snaps. ,,I can but I would leave a trace, Billie get your keys. Sweetheart will you stay here please incase she comes back?'' the blonde asks and the redhead nods in response.

Meanwhile you had succesfully purchased what you intended to and are making your way back to the coven. As you walk down the long street towards the academy, you feel the pain piercing through your body again, reminding you it would now be the time for one of Cordelia's potions. The fact you hadn't been out in about two weeks, the slight heat and the pain are causing you to feel dizzy, your legs feeling wobbly and your vision slightly blurring. You stop walking for a second, leaning against a streetlight to your left and taking some deep breaths, while closing your eyes.

,,There'' Billie points out as her and Cordelia approach with the car. The two woman stop and instantly get out of the car, Delia sensing how you felt and holding your hand. Billie cups your cheeks and your cheeks turn a bit red as you see them, feeling embarassed they had to find you like this and knowing they would have worried. ,,Whats wrong sweetheart, where have you been babydoll?'' they ask. You smile and explain through a brave face you had just walked to the shops.

,,Why are you leaning against this thing then, looking pale?'' Billie counters. Your expressions shifts a little and you look at Cordelia. She was always the one you knew you couldn't really get in trouble with. ,,I think its time for the medicine, I just have some pain'' and Cordelia nods before helping you into the car and giving you some water. It takes less than a couple of minutes before you make it back to the coven, a worried Wilhemina already waiting by the front door.

Cordelia nods to Wilhemina, one that symbolizes that you are okay and as she sees the shopping bag in Billie's hand, she figured you had gone out for a bit. ,,Would you like to lay down for a little bit?'' Billie asks softly as she holds your hand, which you nod to in reponse. You let go of her hand and make your way up the stairs and past Wilhemina, smiling at her. ,,Let me help you'' Cordelia ushers after shutting the door'. But only part of her words reach you as your legs feel a little like giving up, their words sounding muffled and you sinking to the floor.

,,Y/N'' Billie calls out, instantly all three of them rushing to your side. Cordelia checks your vitals and quickly figures it was just the exhaustion from today sneaking up on you. With one swift motion, she carries you up the stairs and gently places you on the bed. Billie helped to get you comfortable and wrap you in a blanket. You opened your eyes for a second and mumble the words ,,tired'' before they assure you it was okay to rest.

,,What is happening to her?'' Wilhemina snaps as soon as you were fast asleep. ,,She hasn't had her potion for today, she was just a bit warm and probably dehydrated, she will be perfectly fine'' Cordelia assures, trying to stay calm. ,,This is your fault, those potions aren't helping her'' Wilhemina snaps back before Billie interrupts her. ,,Cordelia has saved her, which neither you or I could have done, if it wasn't for her, Y/N would be dead''. Wilhemina sighs, leaving the room, needing to be alone to calm herself down.

Wilheminas statement forced Cordelia to fold under the pressure a little bit but Billie was right there by her side, reminding her that it's hard for all of us and this was Minas way of handling it and that she knows Wilhemina didn't mean a word of what she said. Billie places a soft kiss on Cordelia's cheek before sitting at the end of the bed, inviting Cordelia to join her there, looking after you.

A couple of hours had passed of them sitting with you, using the moments of you being awake, to help you change your clothes or get you to drink and take medicine. Even if it was just for a couple of minutes at a time. After a while Billie looks at Cordelia before saying ,,I think you should go and talk to her'' and before the blonde tries to respond Billie reassures ,,We'll be okay here, promise''. Cordelia follows Billies advice as she goes to look for Wilhemina.

A few minutes had passed since Cordelia left the room before you open your eyes. Billie instantly smiles at you and tilts her head a little before asking ,,How are you babydoll?''. You sit up a little and as she aids to your side you reassure ,,I feel a lot better now''. Judging from the colour of your face and how clear your words sound, Billie believes you. She passes you a glass of water and you take some sips before asking. ,,Billie could you please pass me that bag from earlier?''. The medium looks around the room before handing it to you.

,,What were you doing out anyway?'' she asks confused and you hold her hand before saying. ,,I know this was your favorite and im so sorry'' before handing her her favorite blouse that had got ruined during the attacks. Billie instantly starts sobbing as you show her the blouse, and you quickly lean her forward and into your arms, placing the piece of clothing next to you on the bed. You hold her like this for a while, before your other two girlfriends enter the room, Wilhemina apologizing in her own way for what was said and Cordelia reassuring her it was okay.

Both the redhead and the blonde are a bit puzzled when they see you awake and holding a sobbing Billie. ,,Whats the matter?'' Cordelia asks before finding the bag and item on the bed. ,,Sweetheart'' she scolds, tilting her head in the exact same way Billie had before. ,,Now don't tell me you left the house, fainting in a result just to buy Miss Howard another piece of designer clothing'' Wilhemina jokes and scolds slightly at the same time. The gesture had touched her deeply but it was in her nature to try and light the situation up slightly.

Billie looks up and slightly chuckles through the tears. ,,I'm just really sorry'' you suddenly mumble. It took each of them by surprise as it finally seems you can talk about what had happened. Wilhemina approaches the bed. ,,Why are you sorry little one?'' she asks, her eyebrows furrowing in concern, while the two blondes look at you with that same expression, Bille's chin wobbling still.

,,I'm sorry that you can't sleep Mina, I'm sorry you have to worry so much Delia and do so much to protect us now and that this even happened in the first place. I'm sorry about your clothes Billie and just everything''. The emotions finally blurt out of you and as painful these confessions are, Cordelia is the first one to start feeling relief, knowing now is the time you can talk about this, which allows the four of you to work on this together.

,,Little one, I can't not sleep because of you, I'm awake at night thinking how this should have never happened and I should have protected you''. Wilhemina explains while locking eyes with you, a gentle smile forming on her face, now the real and raw Mina back that the three of you know and love so well. ,,Sweetie I don't care about my stupid clothes at all'' Billie starts before pausing ,,well in general I do but this is so different, you saved my life.'' she thanks you, tears swelling in her eyes again.

Cordelia speaks last, waiting for her other lovers to finish before taking both of her hands and cupping your cheeks. ,,You sweetheart, were so brave, you protected all three of us and the coven. I worry because of how much we love you and how much you matter to us''.

,,I do have some news from the meeting today'' Cordelia starts, causing for a little bit of anxiety to build up in all of your chests. ,,We have captured the organisation behind this, they wanted to get at me and weaken the coven but it's dealt with and I have made sure to protect the coven better than before. Nothing like this will ever happen again'' she promises while locking eyes with you.

The four of you end up in each others arms. Holding each other through the night, at last talking about the events that took place, how it made each of you feel and getting rid of all the leftover ,,what ifs?''. Cordelia smiles proudly at the sight in front of her a couple of hours later, you Billie and Wilhemina holding each other tightly, your arm wrapped around Cordelia.

And as she finally feels at peace with what had happened, she feels the worry slowly leaving her thoughts and her chest, allowing her to take deep breaths and fall asleep next to you, as you all hold each other. Knowing that no matter what life throws at you, the four of you will always have each other and everything will work out in the end, if you give it so much as time to heal together.

[murfeelee]

IWTV Claudia's Celebration of Life: Spark in the Dark - Alternate Universe

As the title suggests, this event is to celebrate the wonderful Claudia; her personality, her aspirations, her journey. The heart for the past two seasons of AMC Interview with The Vampire. This is to take the narrative back to her, proving she's not just a shingle roof for us.

2. Aug 13th & 14th: Alternate Universe

“It’s chaos after you die. It’s a dream from which you cannot wake.” Armand says quietly to Daniel. “Imagine drifting half in and out of consciousness, trying vainly to remember who you are or what you were. Imagine straining forever for the lost clarity of the living—” Armand stops suddenly to glare somewhere to Lestat’s left. “Lestat, I beg you on bended knee to close your mind. I cannot bear to listen to her any longer.” “Listen to who,” Louis asks, sharp as fangs. “CLAUDIA!” Lestat shouts into the swamp, spinning in his inner tube. “These drugs are making me hallucinate our dead daughter. I’ve been listening to her explain exactly how I failed her with much virulence and creativity for the last forty-five minutes.” “What’s she like?” Louis asks, eager as anything. “Magnifique,” Lestat answers immediately. “She despises me. She’s wearing a yellow… I believe it is called a tankini. She has a margarita....” Lestat twists in his tube to glare at Armand. “Montre-lui/ Show him.” Louis squeezes his eyes shut, wrists limp in front of him. Armand’s mindgift transmission is jagged and blurry from the drugs, and Lestat’s view is all the more distorted by his own intoxication, but it’s her, it’s her. Claudia rises from the dead to berate Lestat from her very own inner tube, pausing only to take sips from her human drink. At least she is granted liquor in the hopeless afterlife that is haunting Lestat. Claudia’s hair is pulled back the way it was the day she passed, but her face is baby smooth, no trace of the injury the coven had subjected her to before her murder. She smiles at Lestat, dimple still adorable, no matter how old she gets. “And I don’t give one solitary sh*t if you’ve got him d**kmatized,” Claudia tells Lestat. “He says he forgives you for letting me die?” She brings her fingers together and gestures to her own chest. “I don’t f**king forgive you! ” Claudia starts singing in mockery, bitter as her daddy on his worst nights. She cups her hands (Her beautiful hands! The simple pleasure of her hand in his!) around her mouth like a megaphone. “I don’t forgivveeee you!” “Jesus Christ,” Louis hears Daniel say in the real world before exploding into choking coughs. In Lestat’s psychosis as translated by Armand on LSD, Claudia keeps at it. She urges Lestat to find new and innovative ways to kill himself, embodying Lestat’s senselessness and Louis’ sense in her rage. Their courageous, intelligent, honest-to-God hurricane of a daughter does not look Louis’ way the whole memory, even though Louis deserves the privilege of meeting her eyes again so much more than Lestat does. Even though Louis has spent a lifetime fasting and praying for it. But she is Lestat’s ghost, she haunts him just like she said she would, and Louis figures… He hears his own laugh—hysterical—as the memory ends, the tears wet on his cheeks. Louis figures he’s just too sane to see her these days.

-- Alligator Tears, @siahatha

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

A day late, cuz I was busy yesterday.

This post was directly inspired by the latest chapter of an extremely good & unhinged post-canon modern AU IWTV fanfic, where Loustat are back together, Devil's Minion is a thing, and Lestat's being haunted by the ghost of Claudia's memory. Louis' sad that he can only see her through Armand, cuz he can't read his Maker Lestat's mind, ofc.

CC CREDITS

-- IP EP pool floats by me

-- Lestat heatstroke tan line in gamma by me

-- Blood bags by @thebleedingwoodland (X X)

-- Louis swimsuit at MTS

-- Gators at Simszoo

[laura1633]

(sorry lando fans, look away)

i need to say this just in addition to a recent ask, but i always, always knew that lando would not keep up with being friends with max as soon as they‘d battle on track. like, always. i don‘t want to say he‘s a fake friend per se, but lando never seemed to see max as much of a friend as max sees and likes lando as a friend. it‘s been pretty obvious to me. they have their first „fall-out“ on track and lando goes running to the media to bash max when he knows how max is treated by the media, british media especially. max was and is much more mature in this approach regarding everything. lando straight up acts immature most of the time. his persistens comments lately about „he should have won instead“ after races….boy, you won once. uhm. get your head back on the ground. i have nothing against confidence, but with lando it often seems like loud arrogance rather than calm confidence, like max exudes for example.

maybe they‘ll talk and cool down but IMO (!) lando is not the friend to max that max seems to think he is. maybe this opened his eyes though

also absolutely agree with everything you said under the cut of that ask, laura!

Hi anon

I do think you have touched on the thing that disappointed me most about yesterday. I'll respond under the cut again so people can ignore if they want. I think this is the last ask I have about the subject so I will then resume to the normal service of me posting insane (mostly nsfw) fan fiction ideas and random pics of Max and Charles 😂

I have always given Lando a lot of leeway with some of the things he says because I feel like he is quite harsh on himself so when he says "I should have won" I read it along the lines of him admitting he messed up and should have won.

I also have never really commented on Max and Lando's in real life relationship because I don't know anything other than the surface level stuff we see online and it's none of my business. I personally didn't like the way Lando was so openly dismissive of Max's friendship but they are both grown adults who know their relationship better than anyone else so if they are happy with it then fine.

However, I completely agree with what you have said about how Lando spoke to the press yesterday. It is blatantly obvious to everyone in that paddock that Max has had to face a lot of booing at races and a hell of a lot of negativity both online and directly from the media. As a friend I can't see how Lando would want to fuel all of that. It felt to me like he just threw Max to the wolves yesterday and was happy for them to do their worst.

I do understand adrenaline and being angry after a DNF but when you are meant to be "friends" I feel like you should at least try and calm the situation and talk privately first rather than saying inflammatory things. Maybe Lando and Max just aren't that friendly or maybe it was immaturity on Lando's part.

It really hit a nerve with me because I hate the "Max is the bad guy" narrative that gets pushed (and that Lando will be well aware of). As Max gave a more dignified response I feel like the narrative is now being led by Lando's statements about how it was all Max's fault. Honestly it made me a little sad to see Max's reaction to hearing what Lando had said, he deserves better in my opinion.

I guess I am not going to go around bashing Lando going forward as what is done is done and we will just have to see what happens going forward.

I don't think I'll be writing any Lando fanfics going forward though 😂

[wandas-lovey]

I’m being delulu so i started wondering (¡again!) what life with five would be post-season 3. But like…he’s a teacher in this…

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* after all his siblings left when Reggie reset the universe you’re left with a mopey five

* you’re both pretty sad the first couple of days having just lost the people you love most :(

* but we don’t have time to be sad we need to get jobs!!!

* im gaslighting myself into believing that five and you have a place to stay the first night in the new timeline instead of being homeless 💀

* five becomes a teacher in the new timeline and you can’t convince me otherwise

* and what do you know!! you become a teacher too :D

* five would definitely teach math while you’d teach history (cuz you traveled through time when working with the commission, idk just go with it)

* while your classes may be a bit hard for the students you two are definitely the schools favorite teachers!!

* i mean why wouldn’t you be? the students can’t get enough of the two mysterious young teachers who showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the school year….

* you two definitelyyyy didn’t threaten the previous math and history teachers to quit their jobs or else they’d be dead by nightfall

* I just know many students are crushing on you BOTH. have you seen yourself lately? You look great ;)

* you both find it funny tho cuz they believe they’re crushing on teachers who are in their early 20s when it’s actually two 50 year olds in their younger bodies

* you two wouldn’t be the type to eat lunch with the rest of the faculty. you’d eat together in each other’s classroom enjoying your time together even if it’s for a short time

* five’s the type of boyfriend/teacher who interrupts your class for the dumbest reasons just cuz he wants to see you :,)

“can i borrow your stapler for a minute?”

“i’m in the middle of class right now”

“Yes I’m aware but i need to finish stapling the students review packets”

“you bought a stapler yesterday…”

“yeah but yours works better”

“OUT!!!”

*your students definitely find it cute :)

* after witnessing playful banter between the teachers that was a little too ~flirtatious~ the students get suspicious of what’s actually going on between their math and history teacher

* “are-are you and mr.hargreeves together..?”

* up until this point neither of you have confirmed to your students what your relationship was with each other

“unfortunately we are” you say with a smile on your face

*after confirming your relationship that day, your students spent the rest of the class asking you all types of questions about your relationship

“how did you and mr.hargreeves meet??”

“how long have you been together?”

“did you ask him out first or did he ask you?”

“why did you wait this long to tell us??”

*when your classes switch out and head to their next class with mr.hargreeves they try and pester him too about your relationship

“why aren’t you married yet?!?”

“ oh wow. i didn’t realize that was any of your business”

* you two are the kind of teachers to always be chosen to be chaperones for school dances.

*five definitely complains the entire night about being tired and wanting to go home

*who could blame him. watching over teenagers for hours making sure no one’s bumping uglies is exhausting

“how much longer till we can leave? This music’s awful. I’d rather throw myself off a building than be here.”

“Five…we just got here”

“What’s your point?”

*after a long night of watching over whore-knee kids, you head home ending the night with curling up on the couch and falling asleep in each other’s arms while The Breakfast Club plays in the background

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i have no clue how to fucking end this 💀

also this shit ain’t proofread

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A year later and this post is still better than the way season 4 ended 🤨🤨

[brocksfaber]

listen i was going to post this last night and then dew scored and i just couldn't make him sad like that so i put it off for tonight. i just. was in a mood yesterday. so here's this from the doc i titled "something something brandon Feels Bad Man"

Brandon doesn’t know how much longer he can do this. He’s exhausted physically and mentally, still torn up about being traded for a draft pick. And it’s not that he doesn’t get along with his new team - everyone is nice enough - but they all have routines and they’ve all had the entire season to cement these habits. And now Brandon is there, in Colorado, without anyone to lean on. It’s been weighing on him for a while, but he’s been busy enough to pretend there’s nothing wrong. Tonight though, it’s all finally caught up to him.

With shaking hands, he pulls out his phone and dials the only phone number he knows by heart. It’s late on a Saturday night, and Brandon doesn’t even know if Connor is free, but he needs to try. It feels a little too much like spiraling not to. 

The phone rings and rings, each one sounding further and further away from Brandon until he gets the unfamiliar beep of Connor’s voicemail greeting. Brandon grips his phone tighter, knowing he was with Connor when the greeting was recorded, he was the one who chirped Connor relentlessly about the voicemail greeting that he originally had - a nearly pre-pubescent Connor talking about being too cool to answer the phone - until Connor caved and recorded a new message.

“Hey……. it’s Connor,” Brandon listens to Connor’s soft voice, listens for his own laugh to ring through the speakers of his phone, “‘M not here right now. Sorry. Leave a mess-” 

The beep of the recording cuts Connor off. Brandon remembers the way they laughed hysterically when that happened. Connor had wanted to re-record it but Brandon told him it was perfect - authentic Connor.

“Connor. Hi. It’s uh… it’s me, Brandon. You probably knew that. Caller ID and whatnot. Um. Yeah, hey if you could maybe… call me back? Whenever you get a chance? I’m not really feeling like myself right now and, uh, I guess I thought maybe you would understand that? I don’t know, maybe I’m just being stupid… yeah. I’m just in my head too much. Sorry. Forget I called. It’s ok. I’m… I’ll be okay.”

Brandon hangs up the call and all but collapses onto the bed. His bed. He lives here now. This is his new home whether he likes it or not. And at this moment, he very much does not. He’s in a new state with a new team and he doesn’t have anyone to talk to. Not that his teammates wouldn’t care about how he feels, but it’s different, being vulnerable with near strangers. Brandon was hoping for this season to be over quickly, quietly wishing for the off-season to come sooner than later just so he could go home - home home - Minnesota or Florida or wherever that was now. 

But now the Avs have clinched their spot in the playoffs and Brandon has to keep going. Has to keep showing up at practice and laugh at jokes he only partially gets. Has to keep answering media questions about how it feels to be traded to “such an amazing team.” And he’s just so tired of it all. He didn’t want to be traded. Didn’t want to be torn away from his team, his home, his friends, his Connor. 

Brandon still loves hockey. He really does still love the sport. It’s just, he thought he’d have Connor by his side. The thought of the two of them being separated had crossed his mind maybe ten times before that looming trade deadline. And now Brandon is in Colorado and generally miserable, while Connor is closer to home in Toronto and he has Reavo there. Brandon can’t help but be jealous. Connor has a person, even if Connor and Ryan weren’t all that close when they played together.

Brandon’s thoughts keep spiraling, pushing him further and further away from reality, when he hears his phone buzzing. He stares at his phone on the floor, no longer sure he wants to talk to anyone. The call goes to voicemail and the room is quiet again before the buzzing starts again. He lets it go to voicemail again before looking at the screen, realizing that Connor has been calling him for nearly five minutes now. The thought of Connor worrying that much about Brandon makes his stomach twist so he grabs his phone and answers when it starts ringing once more. 

“Jesus, Dew, I thought I was going to have to call in a wellness check on you. Are you alright?”

The worry in Connor’s voice has tears welling in Brandon’s eyes. He gets out a choked “hey” before he collapses into heaving sobs.

“Brandon, hey, you’re okay, it’s okay. Can you breathe with me? Listen to me breathe, you’re okay. I promise everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll make sure of it. Just breathe - come on.” Brandon barely hears Connor’s words as he works to suck in air.

It feels like hours before Brandon’s tidal wave sobs mellow out into sniffles, and Connor talks to him the whole time. He can’t remember anything Connor said, too busy focusing on stopping the tears and breathing normally, but Connor’s voice anchored him through the tsunami. Connor, for lack of knowing what to say, just talks to him about the team and the city. He talks to Brandon about what life is like and when he runs out of things to say about life, he just dives into recalling stories about life in Iowa. 

When Connor notices that Brandon’s crying has quieted, he tentatively asks, “Are you okay? Like obviously not but…”

Brandon can’t help the pathetically wet chuckle that leaves him at that. 

“Yeah, Dew, just fucking peachy,” Brandon’s throat catches on a few too many vowels and he sighs into the phone, “Sorry for… that… I didn’t…… Sorry.”

“Brandon listen to me,” Connor’s voice becomes harder, a seriousness in it that isn’t usually taken with Brandon, “You don’t have to apologize for anything. Seriously. I’m just glad you called someone. Called me.”

Connor’s voice softens again on his last sentence and Brandon’s eyes start watering again.

“Fuck,” Brandon lets out another short, sad laugh and vigorously wipes his eyes, “You’re the only one who would get it, I think. No one else I could’ve called.”

Brandon knows that’s not entirely true - the boys have kept in touch with him plenty since the trade - but no one else was traded. Well, Maroon was traded too, but he and Patty never really… talked.

“B…” Connor’s voice cracks and Brandon starts crying again. 

“It’s just… Does it not kill you, too? To be traded away as if you’re worth nothing? I’ve tried so fucking hard my entire life to get where I am. And it wasn’t good enough for my team so they just, what, got rid of me? Of us? Doesn’t that fucking tear you up inside, Dew?” Brandon yells, hot tears still streaking down his face.

“Of course it hurts, Brandon. Fuck, I’ve cried more times since your trade than I have probably in my entire adult life,” Connor says softly, “But this is the way shit happened. We can’t change that.”

Brandon throws his face into his pillow and lets out a scream. 

“Why us? Why did it have to be us?” The words leave Brandon’s mouth in barely more than a whisper, but he knows Connor heard him by the shaky exhale he hears on the line.

“We should’ve had more time,” Connor says, his words just as soft.

More time. God, did they deserve more time. 

[matixv]

Domme Lena Luthor x Female Sub Reader

Summary: you had been walking on thin ice from the moment you woke up, the previous night being the reason for the tension between you and Lena. She is strict about respecting her rules, and you definitely decided to break every single one in the last couple of days. Last night you took Lena to her limit, but she handled you coldly, taking you to your room for a sleepless and empty night. You want to push her even more tho, you want a reaction, the type of reaction you would expect from your Mistress.

Warnings: spanking, strap-on, size kink, kneeling, teasing, rough language, insulting.

Words: 2k

A cold, lonely and sad breakfast, that was what you were welcomed with as soon as you woke up. Looking down at the busy city, you questioned your actions but found nothing wrong… well, there was something wrong. Lena had been giving you the silent treatment since the evening before, ignoring your pity cries during the night.

She was usually more than happy to spare a couple of minutes to text you while she worked, but not today. Looking at your phone, you only found some comfort in your lock screen, a sneaky picture you took of her in one of the fancy restaurants she used to take you to.

A pale post-it note on the fridge reminded you to clean after yourself after having breakfast. But why were you supposed to follow the rules while she could do everything she wanted? That didn’t sound right. “Clean your own kitchen” your reminded her by text.

The tension between you and your Mistress didn’t go unnoticed even while you were going to work: your private driver was more than aware of the dynamic between you and Lena, and he wasn’t shy about asking questions about your relationship status. “We had a small fight yesterday, her fault obviously, I didn’t do nothing wrong” you repeated more to yourself than to him. “She is just being dramatic about it”

“This morning she looked quite guilty and worried to be honest, Miss”. Finally. She was about to give up.

The past month had been so full of work that she apparently forgot the special attention you need once in a while. She’s been coming home so late, just to find you asleep in your bed, holding her pillow as if it was her. There was no doubts she was feeling guilty about that, and you were kind of pushing on that sense of guilt.

You’ve been hitting her with the usual: “You forgot how to be a Mistress? Do I have to show you?” Or “It’s okay, I will fulfill my needs in some other way, I don’t need you”, but nothing seemed to upset her in the way you wanted.

Yesterday almost seemed like the day.

You teased her so much during her meetings, texting her naughty thoughts and naughty pictures, enjoying yourself a little on her couch, right in front of her macbook. Your fingers disappearing inside of you almost tempted her to stop everything and run to you. But that didn’t happen.

At the end of the night, the only thing u got was a fresh bruise on your arm. It took all your strength not to oppose to her while she was pushing you inside the bedroom, stopping all your fantasies with a cold “Go to sleep and don’t you dare do that again”

“Can you please take me to LuthorCorp? I need to talk to Lena” you asked the driver. Your work could wait, you worked for Lena after all.

People were not surprised to see you inside the building, it was like your second house. At the beginning of your relationship, you spent more time in there than you actually spent at your own house. It was a beautiful building, a little too white since you liked colorful walls. Lena’s office was obviously on the highest floor, she could see the entire city from her windows.

The elevator gave you time to breathe and to think about your next moves. You weren’t a brat, never had been one, but lately it seemed like the only way to have some kind of attention. “I hope she isn’t in a bad mood” you prayed to yourself, hoping for some needed contact.

When the elevator doors opened, papers were flying in the air, people were screaming and nothing was in a good mood, not even the heating system apparently. “I told you like seven times! I do not like those plans! Get out of my office!” She dismissed her assistant.

“Hello, Miss” she greeted you with her head bowed.

“Hello” you smiled with compassion at that poor woman.

You entered silently, sitting on one of the armchairs near her desk. You weren’t allowed there and you perfectly knew that, but you also knew that in stressful circumstances, you were welcomed. She was looking down at her screens, arms stretched forward and legs straight. She was wearing her usual work attire: black blouse and black pants, hair pulled back in a tidy bun. You always found yourself staring at her perfection, even if she reminded you yours wasn’t that different from hers.

Her face was so scrunched that her eyebrows seemed to be joined, her nose seemed slightly wrinkled, and even her lower lip couldn’t escape the clutches of her teeth. She wasn’t used to screaming at her employees, but stress could lead her to be a different person, a much meaner one… and you perfectly knew that.

“You should stop with that expression, or you’ll get wrinkles before you turn forty” you whispered loudly enough to be heard. “Too much stress will bring you nothing”

She slowly raised her face enough to send a cold stare in your direction, silently telling you to shut your mouth until it was too late not to face the consequences. “And who are you precisely to tell me what should I and shouldn’t do?”. A cold gust of wind seemed to break down your perfect hair.

At that point you could only do two things: apologize for your behavior and go back to the usual rhythm or keep teasing her until she gave in. The second option seemed like the only one for your needy mind, you couldn’t take another day without feeling her.

You decided to hit her with the one and only sentence she hated the most, the one that gave her a palpable sense of rage and lack of power: “Me? Oh, I’m definitely someone you do not own”

The clicking of her heels on the wooden floor felt like the proof it was working. Wetness started to spread between your legs as soon as you found her standing in front of you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. She bent a little bit, just to be at your level. “If I do not own you, tell me why I have your naked ass with my handprints on it as my lock screen, tell me while I carry your little collar as a bracelet and please, tell me why I could easily go into your panties and find nothing but your nasty cum, you little useless petty bitch”

You were so desperate that you found yourself strangling a little moan as she stared at you, waiting for your next move. It took you a minute to recover, but your answer wasn’t late to arrive.

“Well, you haven’t touched me or anything in a month, so I guessed you didn’t own me anymore”

You were ready for everything, you have been preparing for a month. In her office there was everything you needed: the paddle, the cane, whips, chains.. everything you would have liked her to use on your body.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” she sighed reaching for the other armchair. “Work has been drowning me into a never ending spiral of nightmares and overthinking. I noticed you were asking for attention, but I couldn’t give it to you yet, not with a full head. Come here…” she patted her lap, a small gesture you were waiting for.

You happily sat on her lap, finally feeling her warmth and smelling her strong powerful perfume. God how much you waited for those simple sensations.

“I’m sorry Lena”

“Lena? A month of zero discipline made you forget I’m not one of your peers?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress”

“That’s better”

She lowered her head until it was on your shoulder, smelling your skin while thinking about what to do next. A part of you knew she had to go back to work, but the other half hoped for different things. She made you stand up to reach her computer, only to close it with a swift movement. “We are going home, I think you relaxed for a little too long… work can wait”

The smile on your face was enough to tell her she made the right choice.

The ride home was the happiest you’ve ever been in a month: soft music playing, her right hand on your inner thigh, the sunlight and the warmth only a happy environment could bring.

You enjoyed her silence, she was getting ready for what was coming next. She needed a couple of minutes to gather her thoughts and her ideas. “We haven’t done something in a while, you want soft or hard? It’s completely your choice, I do not expect you to own me sex or whatever you want to do already, we can start soft…”

“You perfectly know what I want, Mistress”

“Then I do not want to hear a sound coming from your mouth until I say you are allowed. You will do what I order you to do, and do not complain, you are not in a good position already, do not make it worse for yourself”

“Yes Miss”

“You know what sweetie?”

“What?”

“You can start your punishments by cleaning the kitchen, since you had fun this morning”

Of course she read the message.

When she opened the door you followed her orders while she sat comfortably on her couch, crossing her legs and observing you carefully. You loved her eyes on you, she made you feel like the strongest yet weakest person in the world. It didn’t take long to clean what you left that morning, but knowing you could be on her knees already was thrilling you a lot.

“I’m done, Miss” you said reaching her on the couch.

“Kneel”

You fell on your knees, desperately waiting for more, thriving attention for your poor neglected body. You were careful to kneel right in front of her expensive shoes, a beautiful pair of shiny Louboutin.

“You are even more perfect like this”

She pulled your hair so hard you didn’t even have time to realize she was taking you to your bedroom, harshly handling you like the toy she repeated you were. “Just a fucking toy”

She asked you to take off your clothes until you were fully exposed to her sight, right on the bed in front of her. She handcuffed you to the bed headboard, giving you no time to complain or resist… you wouldn’t have done it anyway, you waited too much.

“I counted every single hateful, disrespectful and rude text you’ve sent me in the past days… around eighty five if I remember well. Let’s see… should I give you the same number of… I don’t know… ruined orgasms? Spankings? Slaps?”

“Whatever you think it’s the right choice,Miss”

She turned you around with a swift movement, interlacing your arms almost painfully. You felt the pain before the sound, her hand coming down on your ass time after time, again until you started crying and panting for a break, a break that didn’t come.

Your ass was covered in bright red handprints, giving your skin a nice shade. “It hurts, Miss” you cried.

“Does it?” She replied sarcastically.

Before you knew it, she disappeared in the dark walking closet, coming back with one of your biggest strap on and a tube of lube. “I guess you don’t need that” she laughed helping you on all fours. “Look at you, pathetic”

“I can’t take it”

Well, she didn’t care a bit.

She fucked you mercilessly, reminding you of who was in charge. Every trust was enough to hit you in the right place, making you see stars every time she entered you.

After what it seemed hours long, she finally let you come, giving you what you have been asking for. You fell on the bed, limping body, you felt a cold washcloth being carefully pressed against your back and your neck, softly washing away all the sweat from your hard night.

“Thank you” you whispered while she removed your handcuffs. “For everything”

“I wish you would brat more often sweetie, I had fun” she smiled laying beside you.

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Let me know if you liked it and if you want to read more :)

[goldenhickeysandramen]

Thoughts..

I've been a bit busy with real life lately 😂 Altought I didn't get to see the latest Festa events until last night… I already had some thoughts piled up....

To whom it may concern :))

The fist and most important....now that the Festa has already finished, can someone explain to me why on the 10th anniversary the boys who are still with us couldn't gather together?

Why the schedule was to do separate things? the fuck...

We fans know they are in chapter 2. No one was going to be confused by seeing an ot5 or ot4 vlive. Or a dinner.

I know they didn't have to, but striving for doing things separately, when they clearly see each other almost every day (NJ dixit) .....

I love Stray Kids and I'm enjoying their come back a lot. It's been a little over two weeks and every day there's a performance or music event, fansigns, videoconferences, behind the scnenes and they've already released 4 MVs. It's very refreshing… and by comparison, a bit sad. It makes me realise, even more, the lack of content from BTS and their members.

(And I am not only referring to this chapter 2)

Second thought is that I just saw that New Jeans have announced their CB on July 21st, and their pre-release on the 7th.

I find it very difficult that JK will release his album in July (in the middle or just after NJ), unless Hybe doesn't care if their artists overlap (I know, I know what happened last April… but we're talking about 1 week difference).

Third thought. Tae and Jennie pretending they don't know each other at the Bruno Mars concert, as if we didn't know they are lovers, seems pretty sad to me too.

Even understanding that it's some short of protection against the future release of Tae's album (dont make his fans angrier)… the truth is that it seems ridiculous …

Let's see… if what happened in Paris "didn't happen" for some fans… what could have happened yesterday if they had gone together, with their shared friends,ñ???? It probably wouldn't have happened in the eyes of the fans either 😝 Stupidity is rampant in fandom…. I'm sure there would have even been a few likes for those who said they were cosplayers 🤣🤣

One last thought on jikook… They are daily training in Hybe (Namjoon dixit) and seem so happy lately…. And here we are suffering this drought without seeing them…. LOL Manifesting to see them at Suga's concert together!

[icypenguin]

★~ Childe headcanons

hellooo sorry i didn’t post yesterday! anyway this was requested by my cousin so i don’t know childe that well- but anyway enjoyyy!

Teyvat au

- probably, he will come late at night T-T sometimes he comes home only to see you sleeping at the couch, was waiting for him.

- he’s great with children, especially with his siblings! teucer loves to play with you!

- before he goes away from a mission he would cherish you with kisses, hugs and cuddles! and when he got back home, he will be carrying a bag full of gifts and trinkets he got you when he’s away.

- dinner dates are your most common dates! but at the same time its the most romantic!

- someday he will take you to snezhnaya and play snow with you and his siblings! hot choco + cuddle are included.

- he will definitely show pda, but only if you’re comfortable. hugs, kisses, holding hands, he’s okay with all! but then again, it comes back to youu

- pet names: sweetheart, love, dear, honey, angel, doll, babe, literally anything he could think of…

~ small drabble ~

it was a cold night, you and childe were cuddling under the blanket. he just told you he’s going away for a mission tomorrow for atleast 5 days. ofcourse, hearing this news, you were sad. you know childe’s a busy man but you can’t help but crave for his touch. you didn’t want to be in his way though. “i promise you my angel, i’ll come back with tons of gifts for you” childe assured you as he kissed you on the cheek. “its not just that.. i’ll miss you.. i won’t get my daily kiss anymoreee!” you whined a bit while you cuddled childe tightly and burried your face on his chest. “i promise you my sweet angel i will cherish you with all my heart when i come back home. just like what im doing now” he kissed your cheeks, nose, forehead, and lastly, lips. the night goes by as you both sleep in eachother’s embrace.

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sorry if this sucks 💀💀💀 this is so common for childe hc i can’t think of anything else sorry guys hehe but i hope you enjoyed it! advices are accepted, thankyou!