#The Bags didn't write ''We Don't Need the English'' to hear something like that.

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

No, I really can't follow someone who thinks that British punk music is anywhere close to being the pinnacle of punk music.

Unless you're almost exclusively talking about punk by X-Ray Spex, The Slits, or Big Joanie, that is a weird opinion to hold.

[astonmartinii]

big time rush | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x albon!reader so how is alex albon and sorority rush connected? how is lando involved? and will the grid ever understand the greek system? [so, it's rush season, also known as my favourite time to be judgemental on social media (after the met gala of course), but like i have been bombarded with so much rush content and made a couple friends in the summer who go to alabama that my english ass needed to write something about it]

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yourusername: it's the most wonderful time of the year !!! first year as president of theta 🩷

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user1: i get whiplash every time she posts back in america

user2: like??? how is that alex albon's sister

yourusername: we have the same mum and dad, hope this helps 👍

user3: okay yeah her and alex are the same people

alexalbon: posting this like you didn't BALL UR EYES OUT AT THE AIRPORT AGAIN

yourusername: i didn't cry because i was gonna miss ur ugly ass, i miss horsey and otto :(

albon_pets: we miss you too 🐈

user4: i personally love watching y/n's two personalities usa v uk she's like my batman

lilymunhe: don't have too much fun babe, remember to study too

yourusername: have some faith in me PLEASE

lilymunhe: i sat with you for a whole week individually rhinestoning shirts for work week i think i understand your priorities

yourusername: work week is very important lily and at least i know we'll all slay the diamonds are a girls best friend theme !!!!!

alexalbon: i'm still finding gems in all of my shoes and bags so they better

user5: i don't really understand sororities but you can bet i CHECK IN when it's y/n

user6: the way her brother is a whole ass f1 driver but she's more famous to me being the fucking PRESIDENT of theta at ALABAMA the girlies just don't get how big a deal that is

georgerussel63: any way we can get this rhinestone treatment for some merc merch

yourusername: if you wanted rhinestone merch you shouldn't have jumped ship from williams but thanks for the seat xoxo

georgerussell63: crikey can't a guy ask for sequins without being attacked these days

yourusername: all jokes georgie, but if you want rhinestones you'll have to rep theta

alexalbon

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alexalbon: enjoy your semester president, you're lucky i didn't get any photos of you ugly crying with horsey before you left. always love summer with you, even if you kept ditching us for your super secret boyfriend you thought we didn't know about ;)

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user7: the albons are so insane i love them

lilymunhe: you said we weren't gonna tell her to see how far she goes to cover it up !!!

alexalbon: this is so much more fun though i heard her scream from the other side of departures

yourusername: so i could've just used the front door rather than doing parkour out my window?

alexalbon: you going to fess up to who it is yet?

yourusername: no i don't think i will

lilymunhe: not even to me :(

yourusername: clearly you can't be trusted

lilymunhe: no babe it's not like that i swear

yourusername: i can't hear you i have a 12 hour flight

user8: the state of this comment section

user9: wait so y/n has a bf? i think i just heard the entirety of greek row fall to their knees

user10: like they had a chance babe

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landonorris: i've seen you cry your eyes out on face time to your cat

alexalbon: his name is horsey and it was a very emotional day

yourusername: you also face timed me crying with the pets that you missed me

alexalbon: stop ganging up on me this is my post and LANDO THIS IS FAMILY BUSINESS

landonorris: hmmmmm 🤨

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f1wagsupdates: lando norris has flown into america a week early for the austin grand prix. lando flew into alabama and was reportedly picked up by a girl. is he off the market?

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user15: i’m sorry my little heart can’t take y/n and lando getting into relationships this year

user16: call me crazy but maybe lando and y/n are together?

user17: how did you come to this conclusion?

user16: so like when alex revealed he knew about y/n’s bf lando was weirdly all up in that comment section and now he's early to austin but flew into alabama where y/n goes to college and a brunette girl picked him up (also a healthy dose of delusion)

user18: no but why does this make sense though

user19: i once again implore you guys to understand that men and women can be friends, not all women in a 5 miles radius of a man is in love with him

user20: i would love for this to be y/n simply for the alex meltdown that'll follow

user21: he already said he's not overprotective just annoyed that he couldn't figure out who it is, so if it's one of his best friends i think he'll lose his mind

user22: imagine being a pledge and walking into the house to see LANDO NORRIS?

user23: trying to imagine lando of all people in sweet home alabama is killing me someone save my guy

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yourusername: first week of classes and i'm missing my cats

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user24: A MAN? i knew she had a man but that's. A MAN

albon_pets: we miss you too big sis, can't wait for thanksgiving

yourusername: have a nandos on me tonight babes xx

albon_pets: this is why you're our favourite sibling

alexalbon: i'm right here guys

user25: we've lost her to the soft launch

user26: literally like show me his face so i can stalk him

alexalbon: agreed

lilymunhe: pretty girl, we miss youuuuuu !! can't wait to see you in austin

yourusername: literally counting down the days

lilymunhe: will the mystery man be there?

yourusername: he may ...

alexalbon: i hope he's ready for the interrogation

landonorris: alex mate you're about as intimidating as a tumbleweed

alexalbon: you're in albon business an awful lot lately norris 🤨

user27: the alex meltdown is starting

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landonorris: two dummies, one car, and an attempt to get into the cota paddock

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user28: OMFG

yourusername: i can only drive stick, this is known. and so many fans, i didn't want to run anyone over

user29: it was a close call but you did nearly hit me, i appreciate the swerve

yourusername: MY BAD OMG as you can all tell, alex got all of the good driving genes in the family

landonorris: don't worry babe, i won't make you drive again

yourusername: thank you baby, i was born to be a passenger princess

alexalbon: BABE? BABY? PASSENGER PRINCESS? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

yourusername: surprise?

alexalbon: you were doing parkour to see LANDO?

landonorris: i don't appreciate your tone alex i am a catch

yourusername: you are a catch

alexalbon: can a man not have a breakdown in peace anymore without you people flirting underneath it

lilymunhe: you guys are kinda cute, i'm seeing the vision

alexalbon: am i joke to you?

yourusername: alex please be happy for me, i'm so so happy with lando, he's the best for me

landonorris: i promise i love y/n, i won't hurt her

alexalbon: i know, but give me three business days to process and NO MCLAREN MERCH

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yourusername: lando on the podium and alex in the points, you know what that means? took my best boys to their first frat party (they didn't fare well)

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user32: the grid at a frat party is something i thought i'd never see

user33: waiting for old men to say that americans are ruining the sport

landonorris: why were people on the roof? why was i on the roof?

yourusername: lets not announce that baby, i don't want zak brown to sue me

landonorris: i'm never drinking again... you do this every weekend?

yourusername: you are literally an f1 driver, you have much harder weekends

landonorris: well at least after this i got cuddles

lilymunhe: based on how late you were to brunch, i guess it was a lot of cuddles

landonorris: i am clingy, let me live

yourusername: i like clingy lando don't worry baby

alexalbon: you need to drop out immediatelt that was terrifying

yourusername: LOL

alexalbon: why were they all so loud and why did they all insist on drinking upside down? this place is so unserious

yourusername: just say you miss me alex

alexalbon: fine, i miss you (also now we know about you and lando, he did nothing but complain about missing you the whole flight home)

user34: alex already sick of lando's shit they crack me up

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landonorris: cosplayed as a theta sister for the week with the love of my life

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user35: this is the cross over i could never see coming but am not angry about

user36: so does someone on the grid finally get the greek system?

landonorris: no ❤️

yourusername: the prettiest sister ever (anyone from the house ready this, he doesn't count don't worry)

landonorris: i am the prettiest sister regardless sorry not sorry

yourusername: they just warmed up to you :(

landonorris: they warmed up to me the minute i doordashed chipotle for the whole house

yourusername: true

landonorris: also miss president, why is that a full time job? i really don't get greek life

user37: the image of a whole house of sorority sisters and then just lando is so funny to me

user38: he's the president's bf so i doubt anyone had a real problem

yourusername: he's also unbelievable levels of girlypop

landonorris: it's my greatest asset

yourusername: i can think of another one ;)

alexalbon: HAVE SOME SHAME PEOPLE

yourusername: HIS PERSONALITY

landonorris: and something else ;)

alexalbon: STOP PLEASE OR I'LL REVOKE MY APPROVAL

user38: i need a relationship like this stat

user39: omg when y/n graduates i can't wait for her to be back with alex and lando full time ... the chaos will be crazy

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[boy-comics]

Hi! Could you write some fluff about xdh and their s/o sleeping together for the first time? I just thought it would be soooo cute + you are one of my favourite writers, and i just know you will make it so good like always 💜 Have a great day!

P.S. sorry if that doesn't make sense, english is not my first language

XDINARY HEROES AND SLEEPING TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME

── .✦ a/n; awh this is such a cute prompt??? and thank you so much, that means a lot to me 🥺 have a great day too <3 (and don't worry, your english is great!!)

── .✦ gunil;

he's the one who pitches the idea—hey, let's go camping for the long weekend, just the two of us. you think it sounds nothing short of refreshing, so with a campsite suggestion from a friend and the required equipment from your family's garage, you and gunil bid goodbye to the city and the stress of college for the next two days and a half.

the first day is absolutely lovely. so is the second day. it's the second night that gives you trouble.

you're swaddled in all of your sweaters and blankets, every possible escape route in your sleeping bag sealed off, and you're still cold. gunil seems to be just fine beside you, having seemed to fall asleep not long after you had insisted very convincingly that you didn't need his blanket nor his extra sweater, and you feel terribly guilty when you finally stick your arm out to poke him awake.

he's drowsy, words slurred and nearly unintelligible at first. but when you whisper that it's too cold, followed by a timid can we maybe share a sleeping bag, he suddenly gains enough consciousness to reply with startling clarity.

oh, of course, baby. c'mere, i'll warm you up.

he quickly unzips his sleeping bag while you struggle out of yours, and in record time, you're squished up against a faster-than-normal heartbeat as he zips the sleeping bag back up and wraps you in a bear hug with a contented sigh.

you're practically half on top of him. the realization that this is the first time you're sleeping with him like this, and that it's happening in the middle of the woods, keeps you up a little longer than you would like to admit. eventually, though, you fall victim to the comforting warmth surrounding you and fall asleep, wholly unaware of the love struck expression on gunil's face as you do so.

── .✦ jungsu;

you had known this was an inevitability from the beginning—you had moved everything into the apartment with him, helped him put the bed frame together, for crying out loud—but when faced with the complete picture, the queen-sized bed with two fluffy pillows and the sound of jungsu brushing his teeth in the bathroom, the reality strikes you like a hot iron.

you are still standing by your side of the bed (is it your side? should you ask?) when you hear him enter the bedroom. his footsteps tread softly over the carpet as he comes over to rest his chin on your shoulder, humming.

is everything okay?

you nod vigorously.

it's just so … domestic. you had never thought that you would have something like this, with someone like him. home. this is home.

i'm just really happy right now, you say, and jungsu presses his nose into the crook of your neck in response.

the two of you pull back the new, clean bedsheets, slip underneath them, and simply sit there for a moment, side by side. then you make the mistake of looking over at jungsu, who turns his head at the same time to look at you, and the giant smile that breaks out on his face causes you to stifle an adoring laugh.

the bedside lamp is turned off. you hold your arms out to each other and soon you are enveloped in him, buried in the smell of fresh laundry and soap and toothpaste and love. he kisses your nose and breathes you in and whispers sweet things into your ear.

goodnight, is the last thing he says to you, and you murmur it back before drifting off.

── .✦ gaon;

it had been a slight head cold at first. then came the fever, the chills, the aches and pains—and before you know it, you're stuck in bed, a migraine screaming inside your skull as you mumble to jiseok over the phone that it wasn't just eyestrain from texting him so much.

he insists on coming over. you tell him not to bother, since you don't want him getting sick too, but to no avail; not even an hour later, he's standing in the doorway of your bedroom with a grocery bag and the biggest bottle of water you've ever seen.

carefully tiptoeing over to you, he smiles and squats down to meet you at eye level, speaking in a low, soft voice. hey, you. even through your misery, you feel loved as he dutifully gets to work, feeding you soup, making you tea, calculating when you can take more painkillers.

you're already dozing on and off when he tucks you in, kissing your forehead with a gentle mwah. but as he starts to pull away, you muster the strength to whisper his name pleadingly.

can you sleep with me?

his eyes go round. he blinks several times, and a blush spreads across his face as your hand peeks out to search for his.

he quickly folds.

aw, well, since you're sick ...

beaming, he crawls underneath the covers. you cling to him while he gently scoots you over, hiding your face in his chest and embracing the warm, relieving darkness. he clings back and tangles his legs with yours. something is murmured against your head, but you're too far gone by then to understand; you don't even know the moment you fall asleep.

── .✦ o.de;

the power's out.

lightning cracks across the sky, angry bouts of thunder rumbling through the windows. wind and rain lash against the glass. you look back at seungmin as he finishes lighting the candles, and he smiles at you, shaking the match in his hand to put it out.

guess you're stuck with me for the night.

you scrunch your nose and smile back, sitting next to him on the couch. he drapes a blanket over the two of you and puts his arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

this certainly hadn't been part of the plan when you had come over after work today, warning him of an incoming rant about the coworker who had made it their mission to tick you off. but you're not one to complain about this, not when the person you're stuck with is the same guy who had patiently listened to your entire rant and still loved you enough to turn a power outage into something romantic.

(he loves you. even in your storms, he still loves you.)

you listen to the sounds of the storm together on that couch. slowly, eventually, you find yourself lying down on it, counting kisses instead of lightning strikes, heartbeats instead of claps of thunder. and as the worst of the fury outside begins to pass, the candle on the coffee table long since blown out, you let seungmin's strong and steady presence lull you to sleep, knowing that he will still be there when you wake up.

── .✦ junhan;

you invite him over because you had just gotten the biggest, softest bean bag chair ever, and of course you need him to test it out with you. hyeongjun is more than willing to oblige.

the two of you drag it to the corner of your bedroom and, with a shared giggle, plop down and sink into the thing, squishing together in the middle. it's so comfy. junhan looks as delighted as you feel, his eyes crescenting, and you want to laugh at how excited you both get over something so mundane, a bean bag chair big enough for two.

tucked against each other, you spend the rest of the afternoon blissfully—playing pvp games on your switch, listening to music, talking about your day. at some point the conversation drifts off topic and you are left holding his hand in your lap, staring at his thumb dragging slowly over your knuckles as he talks about how he wants to paint your nails again.

his voice feels like a warm blanket. eyelids growing heavier and heavier, you finally close your eyes, mumbling an agreement to whatever he is telling you before everything floats off to dreamland.

when you half-wake up, delirious, his hand is still holding yours. he is sound asleep against your shoulder, glasses askew, breaths slow and even. and you are so suddenly overwhelmed with love that you almost wake him up just to tell him as much.

but then … this is love, too. held in the silence of rest.

so you settle back, allow yourself to sink into the softness once more, embrace the stillness and the calm. you close your eyes, and you sleep. and that, in and of itself, is better than any dream.

── .✦ jooyeon;

you remember it distinctly, how he had looked at you like a kid outside a candy store, pointing and grinning expectantly upon seeing the options on the hotel booking site.

one bed, or two?

it hadn't even been a question, really.

so now, here you are, underneath the puffy white comforter in your pajamas, watching youtube videos on your phone as jooyeon exits the bathroom and makes a beeline to your shared sleeping space. you pause your video to look up at him, and he looks down at you.

hey.

hey.

with a broad, satisfied smile that is maybe also the teeniest bit shy underneath all the eagerness, he hops onto the mattress and quickly slides under the covers to join you. when he rolls onto his side to face you, propping his head up with his hand, you follow suit and roll onto your side as well, curious as to what he's going to say next.

his head drops onto his pillow, cozy.

so if i married you, i could see you like this every night? for free?

your face explodes with heat. jooyeon cackles as you swat his arm, blocking his face as you attempt to pinch his cheeks for hitting on you so shamelessly while looking like that, your scolds dissolving into laughter as he wrestles your hands against your sides.

(you don't say no. and as you turn off the lights and snuggle into each other, your fingers buried in his hair as he splays his hand over your waist, you can't help but think, and wonder for the first time ...)

[russellsppttemplates]

A little hope (Part 2) (Lando Norris)

In which Lando realises he learnt a few things in school, and yet the only way to learn about you is hoping you'll have him by your side

Note: english is not my first language. This is part two of A little hope, which got a lot of love, so thank you for that 😊 hopefully you enjoy this ending! Thank you so much for the love on that piece ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions a couple's fight, self deprecation moments, body image insecurity, signs and symptoms of anxiety, online hate comments, sickness, curse words, allusions to smut

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Somatic or not, your stomach was not handling any food. The minute you ate something, you were sure to bring if up a few moments later since you had arrived home, "for fuck's sake", you groaned, resting your head on your forearm on the edge of the toilet, taking a deep breath.

When you felt strong enough, you walked back to your bed, noticing the clock was reading six in the morning already. Rolling to the other side, you hoped you'd be able to sleep it off, but when your alarm rung, you felt even worse than before.

Getting your phone again along with your glasses, you opened the Team's group chat, writing a quick text to let them know that you didn't feel well and you wouldn't be able to join them today and that you would try your best to get ahead on the projects you could work on remotely. A few minutes later, Tara and Max texted back.

Tara TQ

I'm sorry to hear that, Y/N, I hope you feel better soon! Don't worry about anything else other than getting better! 💚

Max

Feel better soon, Y/N! Don't worry about work, we've got it!

A good while later you woke up again, feeling slightly better, you had enough energy to eat some plain crackers and drink some tea, feeling that it was actually settling in your stomach for the first time in the last couple of hours.

Taking in the stride, you went to the bathroom, hoping a shower would clean the night sweats away and give you a little boost. Just in case, you supported yourself on the wall, keeping close to it just in case your legs faltered while you let the water cascade down your hair to your back and legs, washing your hair quickly and rinsing your body wash from your skin. You wrapped your fluffy robe around your body and a towell for your hair, laying in bed to rest a little.

Skipping your usual routine, you dressed in some comfy clothes, a hoodie you had stolen from Lando and some plaid pyjama pants, inhaling the comforting scent. That was something you should think about, it wasn't fair to leave Lando waiting for you, and you needed to sort it out.

As if on cue, your doorbell rang, leaving you to think it was the mailman with a package for your neighbours as you would often take it for them whenever they weren't home.

"Hi! Are you Y/N Y/L/N?", a guy that looked a few years older than you checked, "yes, that's me", you squinted, "I have this, it was ordered for you. Enjoy it!", he said as he handed you a takeout bag.

Thanking him, you closed the door, seeing a little note attached to the bag.

This is a little something to help you get better soon. There's some chicken soup, pasta when you feel up to it, something sweet and some tea bags.

Love you, Lando 🤍

Smiling at the little note, your heart squeezed as you realised that the subject shouldn't go past this week.

While you heated up the soup, you grabbed your phone, opening your conversation with Lando so you could thank him.

I just got the takeout bag, thank you. I'm slowly coming back to feeling better, it's probably some forty-eight hour bug and my body telling me to slow down.

I think we should talk soon, whenever you have the time, tough. There's no rush!

I love you ✨️

"So, today we're taking over the stream!", Lando announced to the camera, smiling and waving as the chat went wild.

"We are just going to game, I think, as there has been a change of plans and we don't really know how to follow up to what we had planned to do", Max referred to the planned stream for Quadrant. The original idea came from the fans as they wanted to get to know the behind the scenes of the team, and just for luck, this week was for Graphic Design.

"We're making do with what we have, and as soon as we're able, we'll do the behind the scenes for all the graphic designing things that go on at Quadrant!", Lando smiled sympathetically, the memory of you fond as your message sparked his hope, and the chat didn't seem to mind it too much.

I was hoping to see Y/N and Lando call me single in eighteen different languages, but I really do miss her

I take it she didn't even bother to show up, she's learnt her lesson I guess

Wasn't Y/N supposed to join them?

You can tell by Lando's face that he misses her, they're so cute together

It looks better like this, honestly

Imagine having to call your boyfriend to tell him that you can't show up to work

She probably doesn't even work, Lando has someone doing the job while she sits still and looks pretty

What do you mean? She doesn't even look pretty ??

Maybe she's ill or had something else to do? Can't you people be a little bit more empathetic and kind for once?

Max noticed how his bestfriend's attention was on the chat, looking at the same flood of comments he did before clearing his throat, "so, do we feel like racing or are we leaning towards another game?", he interjected, pulling Lando away from the screen slightly, "you choose, I'm not fancying anything particular. Only that I know that I'll beat you at anything", he chuckled.

Once they ended the stream, Lando tidied the room a little bit as Max switched the equipment off, "is that what you were talking about the other day? About Y/N?", he questioned.

"Yes. We have been talking to the platform managers, but they haven't restricted everything apparently", Max said, knowing better than to not tell him the truth.

"Who do they think they are to say things like that about someone they don't know? I get that I receive such things because I'm out there, but Y/N is barely a public person! She doesn't deserve that!", Lando huffed.

"Have you guys talked about it yet?", he questioned, having noticed that Lando hadn't texted you in the group chat but that he had a spring up in his step that afternoon.

"She texted me today, actually. We've been keeping to ourselves, we weren't in the right mind to discuss what needs to be discussed until now", he smiled, "I'm still unsure of going to see her today or tomorrow, since she's sick I don't want to bother her too much, and I could use someone else's perspective because I have a funny way with words and I don't want to get it wrong because I'm not a book worm and seem almost illiterate on any good day", he admitted.

"That's good, mate! Start going then, we're thinking out loud", Max encouraged, happy to see friend in high spirits. Because he had known him for so long, Max knew how different this relationship was from his past ones. They weren't bad or wrong, and they helped shape Lando into who he is and how he behaves. The way he cared about Y/N was different and Max couldn't find it in him and lie about the fact that he thought the young woman was it.

"Like you said, it's the fact that she's lost her name because of who she dates. All of a sudden, none of her achievements are valuable, worthy or even acknowledged because she's my girlfriend. Our relationship had nothing to do with her employment - hell, I only met her because she applied, otherwise Goodness knows where I would've met the love of my life - and, and I've been doing this thing where I just call her my girlfriend and I now understand that can be discrediting of her, like I just see her as my girlfriend. But the more I think about it, the more I realise I do it out of genuine pride of her. Look at me! I'm a muppet and I drive around in circles in the weekends, and she! That woman, this woman!", he showed him his lockscreen, a picture of the two of you, "she is the most talented person I've met and I'm so proud that I'm hers and she's mine!".

"I think you're underestimating yourself a little, but you've also played above your game", he chuckled, "and about the comments?", he wondered. Even though it wasn't your biggest concern, he knew one person could only muster up so much before letting it get to them.

"Like you said, we'll work with the platforms, if we have her permission we can also put out a statement about it. With her or anyone on the team, we don't tolerate offense", Lando said, "I want to make this as safe as possible, and the fact that it took her for us to notice it is a learning curve".

"Now you just need to be concise about it", Max tapped his back, "I'm sure she loves that babble situation of yours, thinks it's cute and all, but explain well enough", he smirked.

Like he thought, when he texted you to know how you were feeling, he got your reply awhile later saying that you were feeling better and the nap you had was helpful, and then another one saying he could swing by the next day if he wanted to.

Hoping the night made you feel better, Lando texted you the time he was planning to join you, scheduling his training session for the late morning so he could have a good lunch after his shower and get his plans started. You weren't swooned by big dates or big gestures, but rather small meaningful heartfelt things, so he stopped by the pharmacy to pick up some medication to restock your stash and your favourite chocolate.

"Hey, love", you smiled as you opened the door, seeing an equally smiling Lando, "come in, come in", you nudged as he stepped forward, eyes meeting a silently giving consent for a kiss on the cheek.

Silently, Lando left his trainers by the door, walking hand in hand with you to the living room, "are you feeling back to 100%?", he questioned as you sat down on the sofa, on your sides so you could face eachother while his hand played with yours still.

"Yes. I'm glad it's Saturday and I don't have to take any more days, and I can rest up without feeling guilty. And you, how have you been?", you wondered back, not knowing if he wanted to jump straight in the topic.

"I've been well. I was a little worried when you said you were sick, but now I'm better knowing that you're doing well... and that you're ready to tall about us", he blushed, eyes looking into yours.

"I want to thank you for waiting and understanding, and I want to apologise if in this mean time something I did hurt you or made you feel like you weren't welcomed in my life", you gulped, "I'm not used to feeling so little - fuck, I've never been called that - and I spiralled out to the point where I could only think that, through no fault of your own or my own, I'd lose my identity. I'd be Lando's girlfriend, and not Y/N, and I freaked out a little", you explained.

"You had your reasons, love. I'm just glad and thankful that you feel comfortable to tell me how you feel", Lando comforted, bringing your hand up to his lips as he kissed the soft skin.

"I didn't know you felt that way. Maybe I didn't see it or didn't want to see it, the way people were talking about you - and that is something we are going to figure out once for all - but I missed it. Whenever I say you're my girlfriend, it's not because that's just who you are. It's the fact that I'm incredibly proud of you, than I can't believe your my girlfriend and I just say it because I like to show you off, too!

"I learned so much stuff in school despite what I may appear to know, subtracting and multiplying with decimals, all of the capital cities, even though I'm still shit at them, yet, no one taught me how to prepare for this, for you, for how I feel about you. And I'm so proud of you that I tell it to everyone that you're my girlfriend, not because you're just that, but because I love you and you're so amazing", he exhaled out. Even though he had his usually silly tone, there was deep seriousness in his words still.

"You're confident, I love that about you, and to know that indirectly I was the person to put a dent in that makes me wonder if you should stick around me, because I don't want to ever hurt you. And maybe this is selfish, but I don't want to live without you. Now that I've known what it is like to have you in my life, to be yours, I don't want anyone else", he gulped at his own admission. Throughout the years, he learnt about vulnerability and came to terms with his own. Right now, it was bare for anyone to see.

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't your own person, and I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you or disrespect you", he sighed, seeing your watery eyes, "no tears, baby, I can't stand to see you cry", he whispered, cleaning the stray tear that made it's way down your cheek.

"I love you, Lando. I'm the luckiest girl to be able to see you for you, no titles or sponsorships, just you, around your friends and family, see your vulnerability, and I'm the luckiest because I get to be loved by you. So many people around you love you, and I get to be one of those you love back", you scooted closer to him, hands cupping his cheek before you kissed his lips.

"I always want you to be honest with me, baby. Anything you need to tell me, we will fix it, I know we will. I love how you always cry when Boo and Sulley hug for the last time in Monsters Inc. no matter how much times you've seen it, because you always let me know how you feel, and I want that for us. I'll show you how I feel too, and you can nag me when I don't. You're it, Y/N, no one else", he stated, "things people are saying about you are not okay, but Max and I, and the media team, too, are working on something".

"I don't care about who you've dated before, genuinely. But the fact that I'm bombarded everyday with comments regarding my body or my job from people who don't have any knowledge and only want to hurt, it's hard", you admitted, keeping your promise of showing him how you felt.

"You shouldn't because I don't either. I'm with you, and I plan to be with you for as long as you'll have me. I love you, I love your body, I love your personality and everything that you are", he said, getting up as he pulled you with him.

"Up", Lando said as he tapped your hip, helping you jump and wrap your legs around his waist, "where are you taking me?", you giggled, your hands coming to the nape of his neck and fiddling with his curls, "I'm taking you to the bed, and I'm going to love on you for the next couple of hours. We are going to have slow and soft sex, love making if you will, just to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me".

[taroicantwait]

Suggestive I guess. Kissing Anton. Reader is older, yeah. Bad writing bc English is not my first lenguaje. Bye.

October started and the hard part of school with it, the season was make it you going through an emotional ride. You are exhausted all the time with your morning job, school at noon, homework at night and your extra job at midnight.

Stress, exhaust, and need is how you feel all the time lately. You can't even remember when was the last time you sleep well, you eat well or kiss someone well. At this point even holding hands with anyone would help you.

Johnny was someone you meet in your second year in school, he was older than you and he became a good friend helping you with chores and dealing with uni life. After he graduated he opened the bar near to the campus and you work there some nights.

Being a waitress was a good job, the tips were good and John pay you enough to get you little special treats from time to time. There was in this bar where you meet Anton. Shy and handsome Anton.

Freshman were crazy and excited about uni life, the freedom of being far from home allowed them to be here and there as much as they wanted but always being careful about grades. What a time was that for you.

Shotaro was kinda a friend for you, you have classes together and even work together at the bar before he quit to his new job.

"girl! Look who I meet!"

That night you were introduced to bunch of new kids, Anton including. He was so shy, barely talking with you when the other guys shoot questions about campus and classes and club options for the rest of the semester.

September was a good month, easy with you, Anton was good and easy with you too.

Despite no having any class together, Anton was always around you somehow.

At the beginning it was just at the bar, quick Hi's, hand wave, he even bought you a drink once. Then it was around campus, saying hi in the corridor, if you meet by coincidence at the local cafe he would bought you a cup and then walk you to your next class, he would even carry you bag.

Then it scale a little, it wasn't just cups of coffee, it was full meals, he would even send you take out when he didn't see you at the bar, he would appear the next day in front of you class with a bagel and a coffee

"I know you didn't even have breakfast"

It was just a few weeks since you meet him and you know you're smart enough to know the little attraction to have for him is going to evolve into something more if he keeps acting like that with you. And you know he only acts like this with you (and maybe Shotaro told you a few things)

At this point you could make a move on him and just sell the deal, but the tension feels so good and your needy, stressed and exhausted ass is happy with it. So you just let it be.

"you can go home. this place is dead for today"

"if you don't mind me Johnny I wanna do my homework somewhere else but home, if I have to look the same wall again imma get crazy"

It was almost midnight when Johnny decided to close early, you started to get ready to go when the little bell announce someone new. It was Anton along with Sungchan and Seunghan.

"oh, guys. What are you doing here?"

"we came for something to eat. School is killing us and we haven't eat a proper meal in edges at this point"

Johnny look at you, you know how is to be a freshman and being far from home and he knows too.

"the kitchen is already closed. but I have some food in my apartment, you can come if you want"

"are you sure hyung?" Sungchan ask

"sure. it would be fun to have some company in home. are you coming?"

"nah, Im to tired, I'll get home, but have fun guys. bye!"

Not even two minutes pass when you hear Anton calling you.

"let me walk you home" he said breathless already taking your bag from your shoulder.

The way home was quite, you could feel his arm brushing yours form time to time, the warm of his body, the smell of his perfume. Anton was so much taller than you, your head barely reach his shoulder, so dawn here you could peek a bit to his face.

He was handsome. Pretty eyes, pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty smile, pretty voice, pretty lips.

He sometimes apply chapstick in his lips after lunch and the idea of kissing him looking pretty tentative. Before your thoughts line keep going the ringtone of your phone started playing.

It was your ex calling, you didn't answer already know it the speech he had for you. But he keep calling, and calling, and calling

"you want me answer?" Uh? " is obvious you don't wanna answer and is obvious this person will keep calling"

The silence must be loud because Anton stoped to look at you in the eyes, the ringtone started again and he, careful as always, took your hand where you phone was, took your phone and with his other hand he answered, all still holding your hand.

"hello?... im Anton... yeah... I don't remember her mentioned someone with that name before... no... I... I'm her boyfriend... I think you're calling the wrong number and I don't feel comfortable with some random men calling my girlfriend... No, bye"

Anton hang out and put your phone in his pocket, he started to walk again, still holding your hand. You didn't knew if it was the surprised actions from him or the new proximity between you but you sure you probably look a little dumb.

You apartment was in the third floor of a building permit, when you got inside the elevator you could see your reflection on the doors, Anton hand still holding yours, rosy cheeks and lips parted. Nobody but you use the elevator this late, you know it. It would be easy to ask him for a kiss in this moment and nobody but the security camera would know what happened.

Before you could open your mouth the doors open in your floor, once in front of your door the silence was still loud, after a moment Anton wish you good night and when you feel his touch loosing a little you knew it was now or never

"wait... You- I mean... You didn't have dinner. You wanna have dinner with me?"

He gave you a nod, you didn't want to but it was you who let go his hand to open your apartment door "should I take my shoes off?" He asked from behind you

"if you feel like"

Your house wasn't that big, the living and the kitchen in full display, Anton following you from behind, taking seat in the kitchen table while you check on your fridge if the poor menu you did last night was enough for you two to eat.

"The remote is on the couch, you can pick something to watch while I heat the food"

You want him with you, next to you, or maybe behind you. But you're also hungry and you know you can't focus with him around.

Anton was quick and before you knew he was again in the table kitchen looking at you.

"hope you like veggies because is the menu for tonight"

"ill eat anything but ramen. neither of the boys knows how to cook and I don't have time to do it neither"

"you cook? Why you never told me?"

"you didn't ask. but if you ask I'll cook for you. you can ask me anything"

Oh

"why don't we seat in the couch? What show you pick"

Before you could think more about his words you run to the living, leaving him in your kitchen.

He followed you after a bit and sat next to you, shoulder to shoulder, his leg brushing yours. Why so close?

You eat in silence, the show you don't even paying attention in front of you, the lights down and his body warm was making your mind and your heart run.

Anton definitely did a move on you earlier, is not like you hold hands with everyone all the time. And he called himself your boyfriend, not even Johnny or Taro had ever do that.

"i should go home, thank you for the food"

"no, Anton wait!"

You didn't even let him get up of the couch, you know the imagine you are giving is not the best, but this is a opportunity you know is gonna be hard to have again.

"can we- I mean... You don't have to agree but... you wanna stay a bit longer. Maybe watch a movie?"

"sure"

Anton let his plate on the little night table you had, he keep his eyes on the tv while you scroll through next flip for a movie, you maybe are imagine things but you could sword he got closer to you, he's tight touching yours.

"are you cold? you are shivering, want my hoodie?"

That's definitely a move

So you can pull one too

"want to cuddle?"

Anton didn't answer he just make himself comfortable and open his arms for you to get in, you look like a cat trying to find a good position for you, once you find one he just let you be still looking at the tv in front.

After a while you asking him if he was okay

"yes, you?"

"yes"

Again more silence, why he didn't talk more?

"how long you broke with your ex?"

Thank God.

"almost a year"

"and he keeps calling? Why?"

"our brake out wasn't the best. He was possessive and jealous and he didn't even know how to kiss"

"kiss?"

Anton look at you again, your face just a few inches apart, he look pretty all big eyes paying total attention to you. You bet his using that chapstick he usual use.

"o.m.g, Anton, don't tell you don't know what a kiss is"

You said, obvious- pretty obviously- joking.

" I do know. want me to show you?"

This could go two routes, you saying no, make the situation a little uncomfortable and he going home and not talk to you anymore. Or you could just smash your lips against his and have the well deserved kiss you've been craving for with the pretty guy who treats you like a dolly.

Anton's lips definitely taste like cherry shine lip balm, it also taste warm and inviting. It was just a little smuch in the lips, the perfect pressure the perfect breath rythim and the little circles his hands were doing in your shoulder were so pleasing.

"want to me to stop?"

You didn't give a verbal answer decided to kiss him again instead, your hand went to his face feeling the hot skin against you palm. This time the kiss when a more open, full lips adjusting to each other without space to slowing down the pace.

Anton breath started to heat it up and yours too, it was a nerve move but you adjust your self a little more on top of him and of course not so shy handsome good kisser Anton would catch the vibe and he reclined a bit on your couch so you were now almost on his lap.

"can i- I mean... Can I..."

"yes, whatever you want" he said

The imagine in front of you was worth the cut, Anton eyes shimmering and hazy, neck and cheeks red and plumb lips as well, you bet his firm chest product of the swimming sessions is probably red as well.

After sitting on his lap, you took very careful the collar of his shirt to pull him to you, his hands in automatic to your hips

"like this, want ya close"

This time he started the kiss, hugging you closer as you wanted, one arm around your waist and the other between your hair making your breath hitch for how good it feels

You didn't know how much time passed in this state, you in Anton's embrace begin kissed by him in the couch of your apartment, you didn't know when you started to move your hips against his.

His hand were on your hip, not making more than that, just resting there letting you take control of the currently situation.

"Wait, honey, wait"

"why?" You ask but still obey him

"I need a rest, if we keep going we need to talk first.

Oh. Okay.

"I didn't mean to you getting out of my lap. just... a moment please"

You didn't knew how much time passed but you woke up a bit after, Anton under you still sleeping in your couch, after what feel like the most religion experience you had in your life just for kissing a boy.

You could think of this in the morning before going to work, right now, you are too comfortable to thing about anything but bold and good kisser Anton.

[gamerbunny1996]

Jock Jschlatt x reader

Chapter 2

The next morning came and she saw she had a text from schlatt. Opening her phone she read the message. “Be ready by 7 I'm picking you up” she looked at the time and saw it was 6:46 she jumped out of bed and hurried and got ready for the day. A car honk was heard and y/n looked at the window seeing Schlatt’s car waiting. Y/n picked up her bag and ran out the door. Walking up to the car she opened the door. “Good morning” y/n greeted schlatt. “Morning, you know you're in trouble right” he said, staring her in the eyes. Y/n pit her head down in shame.

“I'm sorry. I really did try” y/n said. Schlatt kept looking ahead at the road. He looked pissed “if you were trying you wouldn't have typed Chicken nuggets are the best” he told her. “It was chicken nuggies are the best” she corrected him” he shot her a glare. Y/n shut up really quick. The rest of the drive was quiet. Once they got to the school the two went right for the library. Sitting down at the table, Schlatt pulled out a laptop and handed it over to y/n. “That's yours I got it for you last night” y/n eyes grew wide “no I can't take that it's to much money”

“And just take it you need it”

She opened it up and it looked so new. Y/n was so excited. Schlatt told her the password to get in. Once all logged in, Schlatt had her start working on her assignment. He was working on his own just waiting for when y/n needed him.

Once the bell rang, the two walked to class together. Schlatt sat back in the back and y/n was in the front. “Alright class you guys can sit anywhere and work on your essay. Just please don't be too loud” mis Carlton said. Schlatt stood up and walked to y/n. He sat down right next to her. “Don't you have friends you want to sit with?” y/n asked. He rolled his eyes at her “well I need to help you don't I that's the whole point of me being here” y/n nodded her head in agreement.

Y/n just looked at the screen getting frustrated cause she didn't know what to write. Schlatt noticed and looked over. “You got at least write something”

“I can't I don't know what to write this whole assignment is stupid”

Y/n throw her hands up in frustration. “I'm not smart for this,” she said.

“You are you just got to try” schlatt pulled the assignment paper out to help look over it so he can try and help y/n out.

“NO”

Y/n walked out of the classroom frustrated on the whole thing. “Y/n get back here you can't leave the classroom without permission” the teacher yelled out to her. “Mis Carlton let me deal with her,” Schlatt told her. “Alright then but be quick I can get in trouble for taking you out of class” Schlatt nodded and ran to catch up to y/n.

He saw her walk into the girls bathroom. Walking fast he walks in. “Y/n” he yelled out. He could hear crying in one of the stalls. Walking up to it he knocked. “Go away” y/n shouted. “I did not come all the way into the girls bathroom just to be pushed away” schlatt sat down in front of the stall. “I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on” he could hear her sniff a little. “I just don't understand it. No matter how many times someone explains it I just don't get it. I hate English and I wish we didn't have to learn it” y/n explain through the sniffles. “Is there anything you do understand in language arts?” he asked. “I love to write. I can write stories but I only know how to write what I want. I can't write argumentative writing. Or how to spell. Or where you should add periods and when sentences are too long I just like to write” y/n opened the stall door with tear stained cheeks. Schlatt pulled her into a hug. “I don't want you to fail because of me, that was so unfair,” he rubbed her back. “I'll find a way so we both pass” he whispered out to her. “Now let's go back before we get into trouble” y/n nodded and they headed out of the girls restroom.

Back at the classroom y/n went to sit at her seat while schlatt went to the teachers desk to talk to her. Y/n watched closely waiting for something good to happen for once in her life. Soon she saw Schlatt nodding his head in agreement then started to walk back over to y/n. Y/n panicked looking at the laptop like she wasn't trying to spy on their conversation. “You're not that smooth I saw you staring” he said sitting in his seat next to her. “So we made an agreement for you. You have to write a 8 page short story about whatever as long as it's school appropriate and you're getting graded on punctuation and spelling still. It will still follow a rubric she is going to whip up real quick” schlatt explains the whole thing soon adding. “You're lucky she can't really do this but she wants you to pass but still put work in so yeah” y/n eyes grew wide in excitement. “And I'll check it all and help fix all mistakes so you can get a good grade on it”

Y/n jumped into schlatts arms “thank you” she whispered out to him. He hugged her back with a small smile. “Of course now get to work so I can help fix it” nodding her head fast she started to write away. Not much longer the bell rang dismissing the class for next period. “Met me by the lunch room for lunch,” Schlatt told y/n. “Yes sir” she said, saluting while starting to walk away. Getting to her next class period math she sat in her seat. Soon a girl walked up to her. “What with you and Johnathan I saw the whole thing happen during last period” the girl slamming her hands down on the desk. “Ummm he…he got forced to help me on my assignment” the girl scoffed “yeah right just so you know Johnathan is mine you hear me only cheerleaders and jocks are meant to be together not retards with jocks.” Soon the teacher walked in making the girl leave to go sit down. This made y/n very upset because she is allowed to talk to anyone plus she's smart maybe. Her thoughts start to run wild. And start to make her sad realizing she isn't actually that smart. She's barely passing math. Failing English extremely. And don't get her started on science passing by a hair with a D-. The only classes she was good at were culinary and drawing. History was kinda okay with a C. Man, maybe the girl was right.

Lunch came and y/n was so hesitant to go meet schlatt in the lunchroom. Maybe she would just lie if he asked where she was. But then again she might die but missing because he can get very pissy about things. So she went even if something bad will happen to her as long as Schlatt wasn't mad at her. Making it there she sees him standing waiting. It wasn't hard to miss him; he was a Giant for only being 17. He saw y/n walking up. “Alright let's get lunch” he said, starting to walk away. “Ummm I think I'll pass today, I'm not that hungry” y/n spoke out. Schlatt raised his eyebrow. “I know for a fact you didn't eat breakfast so you gotta eat something now” he said.”no really I'm okay” he looked her dead in the eyes he could see she was lying. “You're lying, why won't you eat?” he asked. “Man you're too good at reading me fine. I don't have money so I only eat dinner because that's all we can afford alright "Schlatt raised his eyebrow. “I'll just pay”

“NO, please You've already did plenty for me. Plus I need to lose some weight so it just helps” Schlatt grabbed her arm and dragged her to the lunch line, placing her in front of him. He kept his hands on her shoulders so she wanted to leave. “Your eating I've if I have to force it down your throat”

Once they got up to the register Schlatt paid for both meals to y/n dismay. Walking out with their food y/n soon notice the girl from math class staring her down. Feeling scared she hid behind Schlatt following him to a group of people. “What up bitchs” schlatt yelled out to the group. “Sit” he told y/n. Y/n sat down next to him eating her meal quietly until someone said something to her. “The names Ted what's yours” y/n looked over to see a boy with glasses on holding his hand out. “Umm… y/n” she said in a whisper, scared to talk to someone she doesn't know.

“Nice to meet you, welcome to the group” Ted announced. Now the whole group was looking at y/n she started to get super scared so she shoved her face to the closing thing and it so happened to be Schlatt’s arm. “So you have been missing because of your new girlfriend that's low” someone said across from her. Y/n slowly peaked out to see who said that. Some kid who was clearly a freshman said it. Before y/n could say anything about the two not being a couple schlatt bet her on it. “And so what” y/n eyes grew wide when he didn't even correct him about them not dating.

Right when he said that a girl from earlier came up to the group. “Heyyy boys so I was wondering if I could speak to you Johnathan” schlatt looked at her up and down. “No” is all he said to her. She looks pissed now. Y/n slowly backed away accidentally running into Ted. Ted leaned down to y/n ear. “You good” turning her head she sees Ted looking down at her. Whispering to Ted “she kinda was really mean to me earlier” Ted stood up almost making y/n fall “hell no. No one is mean to anyone to the group” y/n was shocked by the way he reacted. Schlatt looked so confused by all this. “What the hell is going on” he asked “this bitch try to threaten our girl and I don't stand with that”

“I just met you, what do you mean our girl” y/n spoke confused. Schlatt stood up fast, now pissed. Getting in the girl's face “what did you say to y/n” the harsh tone he used even scared y/n and it wasn't even detected to her. “You little bitch you said shit you're going to pay” soon schlatt cut her off. “Your not going to do anything you hear me I find out and your life is screwed”

The girl just walked away pissed. And now a very confused y/n. Schlatt sat down and continued eating his lunch. So much has happened today y/n doesn't even know how to react to it all. The group went back to their conversation and y/n just sat eating her lunch not knowing what to say in any of the conversations.

The school day is now over and y/n sat in her spot watching the baseball players practice. They had state games starting on Friday. This was y/n favorite part of the day because she got to see Schlatt in his tight uniform. His pants shaped his ass perfectly. Y/n shake her head, getting that thought out of her head. Schlatt had her take a break from working on the English assignment. So she just sat and watched. She didn't even pull her sketchbook out. Earlier conversation popped up in her head. Why didn't Schlatt defend the fact they're not a couple? It confused her so much. This whole day was so strange. Her thoughts got cut off when she heard her name. Looking up schlatt stood there all sweaty drinking from a water bottle. “Sorry wasn't paying attention what you need” schlatt raised his eyebrow in question at her. “Practice is over dummy”

“Oh then let's go” grabbing her bag the walked to the locker room. She sat out side waiting for him to come out. Soon popping out the started to walk to his car. “You have been off since lunch you okay did that bitch say something again” he asked question. Y/n looked up at him. “No not that just lots going on today”

“Yeah but I can read you like a book your very easy to tell that your lying”

“Well when that boy in your friend group said I was your girlfriend you didn't really defend the fact we're not even dating it just confused me”

“What you don't want to date me” schlatt smirked

“NO. I mean yes. I mean, I'm just going to shut up now”

Laughing he put his arm around her shoulders “it's just easier not to fight Tommy he is a small freshman with to much personality sometimes”

“Oh. That makes sense sorry I shouldn't have even thought about it just shocked me that's all”

“We only just started talking like two days ago so give it time maybe I can take you on a date after a while”

Y/n eyes lit up “really?..... I mean cool”

Schlatt laughed again “let's get you home” he opened the passenger door for her. She got in waiting for him to hop in as well. They drove to y/n place before she got out schlatt stopped her. “I'm picking you up again same time got it. Alright see you tomorrow” y/n waved goodbye and walked to her appointment door. He made sure she got in before driving away.

[marcelllyn]

Again

After a long time I decided to come back, I admit I was finding my writing garbage. But anyway, I hope the few people who read this enjoy it. And also look forward to fanfics about my passion of the month, Captain America.

Part 1

Synopsis: A failed actress who is actually a professional hunter joins the Winchesters to solve a vampire case. But Dean, her ex, still has unhappy feelings for her.

Warnings: English is not my first language, imminent failure, and lots of cuteness.

It was a terrible idea to be on the street at that time, sitting on a suitcase in a dark alley, shedding tears of failure and resentment. Hollywood star. She was more like a Hollywood loser.

After another failed test, no money to rent a dirty motel room. My mother's harsh, harsh voice repeated in my head: "You will fail, you will fail, because this is not what you were born to do." Hunting, that's what I was born to do, at least that's what my parents thought.

With each failed test, these words spread more and more throughout my being, like blood running through my veins. Maybe I really was born to be a great hunter.

My melancholy was short-lived when I heard male voices approaching. I might not be afraid of demons or ghosts, but I was afraid of men at night. I raised my hand to pick up a piece of wood lying on the ground. The two men were arguing and ended up stopping at the edge of the alley, the dim light barely illuminating their faces.

— Dean, it's Dad's fault that girl got hurt! — The taller one said irritably. — How many times do I have to say that this obsession is unhealthy and hurts people?

— It's not intentional, Sammy! — The other said, running his hand across his forehead. — And that's no reason to yell at him like that and… I was standing, holding a piece of wood threateningly, but upon hearing Sammy's nickname, I lowered the bat.

— Winchesters? — I asked, still in a tearful voice.

The two of them furrowed their eyebrows and said together:

— Do we know you?

I walked a little closer, with a sweet smile on my face.

— It's a wonder they don't remember me. — He laughed softly. — Y/N Graham. It's been long years since John took you to my parents' house.

Dean raised his eyebrows as if his vague memory had returned.

— No kidding! — Dean said excitedly. — I thought I would never see you again, your parents said you became aimless or something the last time I went to visit them.

Aimless… very dignified.

— Actress, I became an actress. — I corrected him. — Sam, how you've grown!

Sam was a lot smaller when I was seventeen, and then suddenly he was taller than Dean. This made me feel old age knocking on the door.

— And you're still the same height. — Mess up my hair. I laughed and watched the two of them, Dean's nose was a little purple and Sam's face was bruised and melancholic.

— Still hunting?

— That wouldn't be new, it's just…

Family. — I added. — A very dangerous family thing. — I pointed to his nose. A minute silence remained between us.

— Actress, then? — Sam asked. — What kind of films do you make?

— I hope it's not the kind of movie I watch. Dean laughed.

— Until now, I've only acted in commercials and other small things. And unfortunately for you, Dean, no adult films. The three of us laughed together. A strange but familiar heat filled my body. And for a few seconds, it was Dean and I as teenagers and Sam, a pre-teen, sitting on the couch laughing like idiots.

—And what are you doing in a dark alley? Sammy asked.

— I'm having trouble finding a hotel. — I left out the part where I didn't have a dollar in my pocket.

Dean fake coughed, I always hated how he could read me like a book.

— You can stay the night in our hotel room. - He offered, picking up the bags that were on the floor. — As long as you need, the only detail… — He put his bags in the car. — John is there.

I rolled my eyes. But I couldn't do without a good room.

— For one night, I can bear it. — I laughed, sitting in the back seat.

I hope so. He's not in the best of moods, and it's enough of Sam being grumpy. — Dean got into the car, sitting in the driver's seat. — He and Dad are fighting all the time, I think I'm going crazy. Sam entered soon after. I noticed how silent he was, sadly silent. I deduced that it was John's fault, he was terrible, he always was.

— Did you finish talking, daddy? How old are you? Twelve? — I scoffed.

— Shut up, or I'll leave you on the street. — He pinched my nose. As if it were muscle memory.

The journey listening to Bon Jovi was calming, having my friends by my side again was an incredible thing, having Dean by my side was an incredible thing. He was always one of those boyfriends you never forget, the kind you'd tell your kids about when you were getting divorced. He was incredible, beautiful and had eyes… His green eyes were so beautiful they hurt.

— We’re here! — Dean said, parking and quickly getting out of the car. Sam remained silent.

— Sammy, I like how your hair looks, it’s stylish. — I poked him in a way to alleviate whatever it was.

— Only Dean calls me Sammy. — Those were his last words before getting out of the car.

I got out of the car, cradling myself between the seat that Sam — Damn two-door car — Sam was standing there looking at the sky, while the other one took the bags out of the car.

— How do you make money on hunts? — I asked curiously, since that motel didn't seem half-baked.

— You don't want to know.

— Gambling, right? — I laughed, approaching Dean and taking a small suitcase.

Dean laughed, carrying the heavier bags inside. And wow, how sexy he looked carrying those heavy suitcases. I walked up behind him, almost letting out a whistle. I entered the messy motel room, full of packages and clothes on the floor, typical of Dean, but lying on one of the beds was John reading a book.

— Home sweet home. - He put the bags in a corner. — Don't run out of hot water and don't you dare touch my suitcase.

— Why is there some rotten secret there? — She said provocatively close to his ear.

— We have a visitor. — John sat down.

— She's James Graham's daughter, you know that friend of yours who was always offering me champagne? — He takes some clothes off the other bed. — And she's my ex-girlfriend.

— I remember her, she was the one who broke my nose. — John said unsympathetically. — And he tried to convince Sam to leave the hunt.

—Things of the past. — She laughed embarrassedly. — I won't stay for long.

— I hope not, we have an important case and you are a distraction.

I took a deep breath.

-Are you hungry? — Dean took my arm almost like a plea. — There's a snack bar nearby.

— I'm not hungry, thank you. — I sat on the bed. — What case? Is it a vampire? Like Edward from Twilight? — He said, moving some discarded papers.

— Vampires aren't like Twilight's Edward. — Dean laughed, looking for something in the drawers. — But yes, it's a vampire case.

I stuck my tongue out at him. Deep down, the request to eat far away and be able to talk to him alone didn't seem so bad.

— You know what, I think I'm hungry. — I got up, heading towards the door.

Walking past the door, Sam was still outside, sitting on the hood of the car with his sad puppy face.

-Hey, Sam, go keep an eye on Dad. I'll take this lady out to eat. — Dean said, getting into the car.

Sam seemed to understand that it wasn't just a late-night snack. Even though Sam was my favorite, Dean was my ex-boyfriend.

— Of course, and don't come back late. — He replied somewhat apathetically.I got in the car, Dean started it and headed towards the most rotten cafeteria you could have, greasy tables, full trash cans, dead cockroaches in the corners, it was almost offensive to take someone to eat in that place.

— I could never get used to eating in a place like this. — I sat at the table, less filthy. — We have no danger of being attacked by vampires here. We have?

— Are you with Dean Winchester and are you scared of some vampires? — He laughed sarcastically. — Actress, then?

-Actress. — I let out a short, sad laugh. — You would make a good firefighter.

— Maybe when I'm around 48 or 50 years old. — Laughs. — You know you can't lie to me.

— I didn't lie when I said you could be a good firefighter. Maybe those who attend bachelor parties. — The waitress, a lady with greasy blond hair and poorly done makeup and a surly face, stopped at our table. — I want a chocolate milkshake and waffles.

— A coffee and a burger, please. — He completed and then she went to the kitchen. — She's sad, depressed. I can see it on your face, and Sam and I just didn't want to be rude when we saw that you were probably going to be sleeping on the street tonight.

— It's just a difficult time.

— It's been difficult since the beginning, then? — He arched an eyebrow. — Look, anyone born a hunter is unhappy in any profession. You are a great hunter.

— I was great. And also, who is running around at risk of death and practically not having a life? — I snorted. — I want to get married, I want to have children. Without the worry of having vampires running around or a spirit.

Dean laughed softly and said:

— That's true, but have you ever thought that maybe you're not a good actress?

— Dean… — I rolled my eyes. — Obviously already, and every day that seems more true.

— Remember when we were seventeen, you said you wanted to be a chef in a five-star restaurant. — His gaze was loving. — You can be anything you want, like Barbie says.

I laughed loudly, scaring the drunks, widowers, and people sleeping at the tables.

— Dean, I appreciate your advice.

— It's ten dollars. — Poke me. — You can stay with us as long as we stay here.

— I don't know if I can stand so much time with your father.

— To be quite honest, neither do I. And another question, don't you have a boyfriend?

— What a personal question. — I put my hand on my chin. — But no, Dean, I don't have a boyfriend and I don't want one.

— That's good, no chance of someone suddenly wanting to show up and punch me. — His characteristic smile could make any heart melt, even more than Sam's puppy dog ​​eyes.

— I do this because I don't have a boyfriend.

— I doubt it, you must be all rusty. — He provoked. — You know, because you don't give hunting another chance. I propose we resolve this case and, if you don't like it, you go back to being an actress and, if you like it, you spend a little more time with my beautiful company.

— The Impala will be crowded.

[womanofwords]

STEM Kids Shenanigans (Chapter 39)

Chapter 39: Unwanted Appearances

Layla adjusted her hijab and went through her notes. The only thing going through her mind right now was what quotes to use in her English essay.

She certainly wasn't thinking about Stephan Marriot.

"Good morning, Ismail," Stephan snarled.

"Since when were we on a last-name basis?" Layla asked. "In fact, since when were we on a talking basis? Get away from me."

"No!" Stephan declared, causing passing students to look his way. "You ruined my life."

"You ruined your own life. Now leave me alone." Layla tried to leave, and Stephan blocked her.

"You haven't seen the last of me," he hissed, smirking at her before finally leaving.

I don't need to be a genius to know he's going to do something stupid, awful, or both, Layla thought, as students steered clear of him even now.

(PAUSE)

"So he's been acting weird towards you and said you hadn't seen the last of him?" Angelo asked, during their STEM club meeting.

"Pretty much," Layla said.

"I'll pour laxatives into his drink if you want me to," Yujin offered.

Dante choked on his water. "You have laxatives?"

"Yeah. Leave me near his drink and I'll put them in," Yujin said.

"But for that to work, you'll need a distraction. I'll deploy the flying bag trick," Angelo said, holding the backpack by the small upper handle and waving it for emphasis.

"I forgot you could do that," Layla mused.

"Yujin, you get the laxatives. I'll get the controls," Angelo said. The couple went to seek out Stephan Marriot while Dante got out a piece of paper, a pen, and tape.

"And what are you doing?" Layla asked.

"Making a much more rudimentary version of revenge," Dante said, writing the words 'KICK ME' on the piece of paper. Outside, they could hear screams of terror as Stephan was being chased around by a bright green flying backpack.

"THE BACKPACK'S ALIVE!" he screamed, as the backpack whirred towards him menacingly. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"Angelo got to him, didn't he?" Dante asked.

"Yep," Dante laughed.

(PAUSE)

Registration came, and the four members of the STEM club went in for registration with no issues. Melanie came in to a cold reception of angry students. And Stephan, who didn't even go here, arrived in a spectacularly messy fashion.

"This school is haunted!" he announced. His clothes were a mess, he had feathers in his hair, and when he turned around, there was a 'KICK ME' sign fixed to his back, swinging like a pendulum. "I saw a flying green winged monster in this school and it chased me!"

"What?" Mr Oluwatola blurted out, as students laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. "Is this why you look like you got dragged through a hedge backwards?"

"Yes," Stephan panted. "And it's because of the STEM club!"

"Why do people always blame us for things?" Yujin asked, staring at the water bottle she'd spiked.

"Honestly, it's ridiculous! First Melanie, and now you!" Dante complained.

"Can't we just . . . have a moment's peace?" Angelo whimpered.

"Stephan, the members of the STEM club have been through more than enough. Leave them alone," Mr Oluwatola ordered.

"They're haunting the school with their science and . . . stuff! You have to believe me!" Stephan wailed.

"No, we don't," Layla retorted, laughing along with everyone else. "We really don't."

Stephan growled and looked at Layla and the three other members of the STEM club with hatred before he flounced off. Layla grinned at him.

Checkmate, she thought to herself.

(PAUSE)

At the end of the day, a foul smell wafted through the hallways of Marbleton Secondary School. "Why does our school smell like sewage?" Dante groaned, as people held their noses. Other comments punctuated the air as students compared the stench in the air to that of a pigsty, while others settled for gagging and coughing.

"Someone please open a window before I faint," an unfortunate substitute teacher instructed, as students hastily complied.

"The laxatives I gave Stephan had a strong effect on him," Yujin whispered to Layla.

"This is all you?" Layla hissed back.

"Yep," Yujin smiled, holding her nose. "Nobody messes with our friend."

The smell appeared to pass next to their classroom as a boy hiding his face with shame held a plastic bag filled with clothes and tied tight. Clearly, the smell was coming from the bag of clothes, and the bag of clothes had not been tied tightly enough to keep the smell inside of it.

Yujin Moon was truly brutal.

To read the other parts of this fic, see Masterlist.

[edupunkn00b]

It Could Always Be Worse, Ch. 6: A Pleasure to Burn

Butterfly universe version of Happily Ever After, Ch. 6: A Pleasure to Burn.

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WC: 1103 - Rated: T - CW: Suicidal ideation, suicide plan

"It was a pleasure to burn." - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953) --- This is a difficult chapter. Scroll all the way down for a spoiler-filled plot summary of this chapter.

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Logan stepped inside the empty house, turning to lock the door behind him. He stood in the hallway for a long time, listening to the click of the vent timer as it counted down the minutes until the fan by the dryer turned back on. He could only hear the timer clicking when the fan was off.

He listened to the faint buzz that meant the battery charger plugged in next to the stove was done. Go turn it off, Logan. What the fuck are you doing here, moping?

Today had been expected to be a typical drop off day. Logan had grown to loathe every other Sunday. The fight to keep things positive and productive throughout the day despite the impending 'switch' that everyone hated. The barely-contained frenzy of his efforts to get the boys packed and ready. The battle to keep his own emotions in check until he was safely back in his car, alone, able to cry or scream or pound his fists against his thighs to let out everything he felt at having to again, again, again leave his children at her home.

Today had been expected to be a typical drop off day.

As soon as they'd walked in the door with the boys' bags, Logan had noticed Kelly's fluttering hands. She was rubbing her thumb against her opposite palm and smiling brightly. "Boys, why don't you bring your things upstairs and start to unpack. I need to talk to your father about something." Virgil looked closely at Kelly then nodded, "Sure, Mom. C'mon, Pat, I'll help you." "I'll come say goodbye before I leave, okay?" Logan called after them. A small chorus of "Okay"s danced down the staircase and Logan felt a small grin poke at his lips. "So," Kelly began. "I have some news...." Logan turned to face her and she held out her hand, flashing a large diamond engagement ring. Logan blinked for a moment, throat spasming, before pushing a smile onto his face, "Congratulations, Kelly." As Kelly gushed about her new fiancee and his young son, Logan concentrated on keeping perfectly still, keeping his eyes directed at her eyebrows, and keeping the smile on his face. "And we didn't think we'd be able to get a date so soon, but—” "Do the boys know?" Logan interrupted. Kelly's expression tightened in annoyance for a brief second before melting back into her polite smile. "Yes, of course. He actually got their advice on what kind of ring I might like." Logan's lungs seized and he shoved his shaking hands in his pockets. He dug his nails into his right palm until he could breath again, then smiled at Kelly. "Well, that's really wonderful news. Congratulations again, Kelly " He looked up toward the staircase, forcing his feet to move. "I'm just going to say goodnight to the boys and then I'll head out."

Logan sucked in a breath and went to the kitchen. He unplugged the buzzing charger, wrapped a rubber band around the freshly charged batteries and placed them in their compartment in the tool drawer. The dishwasher had finished while he was taking the boys to Kelly's, so he emptied it. His eyes were drawn to the notepad on the refrigerator that he used for grocery lists. He pulled off a sheet, took a pen from the holder next to it and sat down at the kitchen table.

He stared at the blank page for a long time before starting to write.

Robin Williams

Anthony Bourdain 

Earnest Hemingway 

He kept writing. Name after name after name, every name he could think of. When he got to the bottom of the page, he flipped it over and kept writing. As he neared the end of the back of the page, his hands started to shake as he struggled to remember more names, more fathers. They had to be fathers or they wouldn't count. Logan knew he could easily pull out his phone and look it up, but that wouldn't count, either.

There was one last empty line.

From where he sat on the hard kitchen chair, Logan could see the edge of the door to the utility closet where he stored the family's medicine lockbox. He carried the key on a thin polyester lanyard around his neck, tucked safely under his shirt. Inside the box was Virgil's medication, from which Logan gave him his daily doses each morning when the boys were home. Also in the box were the typical household remedies one would find in a medicine cabinet. Fever reducers, Pepcid for Logan's stomach ulcer, and a tiny bottle of syrup of ipecac. Buried at the bottom, hidden under a tiny first aid kit and a box of Benedryl, was the small amber bottle of the painkillers he'd been hoarding from his dental work last year.

At the time, Logan couldn't really admit to himself why he'd had the prescriptions filled but opted instead to manage the pain in his own way. Four procedures. Four 10-day courses of Vicodin and Oxycontin stowed away like acorns for the winter. He suspected it would be enough.

He fingered the key to the lockbox through his shirt. Logan kept the bottles locked up to keep Virgil safe from them. To slow him down in a moment of impulse and pain.

Logan had no-one to carry the key for him.

He sat in front of the list for a long time, staring down at the last empty line. Finally, he slowly exhaled, remembering one more name.

Freddie Prinze

As Logan wrote the last name, completing the list, his shoulders slumped down and his tears began to fall. There was no more room on the list to fit another name. No room for his name.

He stood, picking up the list and the pen, and carefully straightened his chair, tucking it back under the table. He went to the kitchen, replaced the pen, and pulled out the box of matches from the upper cabinet.

He carried the list and the matches to the empty sink and turned on the water. With shaking hands, he struck a match and lit the edge of the list, watching the names disappear behind the flames, watching the paper blacken and curl where the flames licked it. Finally, when the fire reached his fingers, he dropped the burning page into the sink and watched the burnt remains wash down the drain.

Logan turned off the water and replaced the box of matches, clicking off the kitchen light. He climbed the stairs in the dark, up to his empty bedroom, and crawled into bed.

~

Logan learns Kelly is getting remarried. After a ritual he completes every time the urge is too strong, Logan decides not to use the bottle of painkillers he's been hoarding.

[shelbystales]

Unhealed Love - Part Four

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3

Summary: You and Tommy have history… a long one but to cut the story short he pushed you away, shut you out of his life without giving you a chance to try another path… a path together, but you felt so angry at him that you didn’t want to try it either. Maybe it was better this way… more than ten years passed and you thought you’d had your time to heal but one day was all it took to destroy that idea of getting over Tommy Shelby.

Warning: Season 6 spoilers, swearing, angst, murder, anxiety.

A/N: comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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You played a few other shows after your last meeting with Thomas. luckily for you, you didn't see him in any of them but it didn't stop you from anxiously wondering if you would ever see him or if he would ever come again. not understanding whether it was a desire or a fear you felt, although it could easily be both.

you were rehearsing with your band after deciding to change a few things, adding a cello here and a piano solo there... little things that would make a difference and also take your mind off Thomas.

For the first time in a while, you were feeling good, feeling inspired again. you even started writing some new songs. None of them are good enough for you yet, but you were working on them in hopes of improving. trying to not be too critical and cruel to yourself, allowing yourself to take it easy as you deserved it after so much.

Oswald had invited you to dinner at his house today. a business dinner, he said. he asked you to prepare to sing a song or two with a piano solo, so you already knew it was going to be a busy dinner. probably all your opponents and allies in parliament would be there as this week was hectic in politics, much being decided about the future. you knew he had a number of measures that he wanted to get passed by parliament that you gathered from the parties you went to, maybe he wants to get them approved or something

you arrived at his house before everyone, as he requested. you had been here before, his house looked like a castle.

"Hello, miss. I'm glad you're here" he said appearing through one of the doors that led to the hall.

"Goodnight, Mr. Oswald. Happy to be here" you said with a smile.

"Let's see about that, darling. I have a request for you" he said and called you to follow him with his hands. walking through the immensity of his house, you arrived in what seemed to be his office "close the door, please" he said sitting in his chair.

"Everything is fine?" you asked worriedly, feeling like you'd been called to the boss's office after you did something wrong.

"Yes. It's all good. I just need your help with something. Whiskey?" he asked serving himself. you shook your head and you sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Where is Miss Diana?" you asked now realizing her absence

"Getting ready" he replied and took a deep breath "now, politics y/n. Sometimes we need to do something we're not proud of," he said and you frowned "tonight I'll have to do something I'm not proud of, but it's necessary for the good of our nation. And I need your help"

"As long as you're not asking me to kill someone," you said jokingly, but the seriousness in his eyes made you shudder "Mr. Oswald... I hope you're joking"

"No jokes darling. It's a necessity. This man for the last few months has been delaying all my requests for parliament. He is against progress, he wants to destroy us" he said and you could hear the hate in Mosley's voice

"No. I'm sorry" you said getting up

"Sit down. I'm not asking," he snapped. You sat, feeling the urge to vomit in your throat. "you're not going to kill him. you're just going to put it in his drink" he said handing you a bag with a white powder of some kind "and this will kill him"

"What if I don't?" you asked

"I would assume you don't agree with me Miss. y/n," he said getting up and walking towards you "Don't you? tell me, have I done something you didn't like since you arrived? since you started working with us" he leaned in your chair and bent over until his face was within a meter of yours, you could smell his aftershave making you gasp for air "we are people who love our country so much we would kill for it. we would kill everyone who stopped it from growing and thriving. got it?" you swallowed and nodded "good" he took your hand and placed the bag in it "I'll introduce you two when the time is right. Do what you have to do but don't let him die alone, it has to be in public. the poison takes around 10 minutes to kick in" he started to walk towards the door but he stopped and looked at you "ah and don't get caught. there's nothing I can do for you if you get caught" he left the room

you could feel your heart pounding against your chest. Looking at the bag in your hand you took a deep breath and tucked it into your bra.

you looked straight ahead at the bottle of whiskey you poured yourself a glass and drank it, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

The guests arrived a little later. you tried to be nice and keep small talk with them, but you felt weak. You saw Tommy walking with Lizzie at times, but you always walked in the opposite direction. keeping as far away as possible, but all you wanted to do was to run to him and ask for help. 

Dinner was served, and you sang two lovely songs before handing the piano over to a random pianist hired to provide background music.

"Well that was beautiful," a man said approaching Mosley and Diana

"she continues to impress us," Diana said with a smile and hugged you "hi, dear"

"Hey, and thank you. very much" you said politely

"Y/n, this is Mr. Smith, this is the man I told you about earlier," he said and at that moment your heart sped up

"Oh, Mosley. I hope they were good things. I know we don't quite agree in some matters, but belittling myself to a woman like Miss. y/n wouldn't be fair," he said in a playful tone. he looked like a good man

"you don't have to worry about that. Mr. Mosley told me wonderful things about you Mr. Smith," you said smiling and he smiled back.

Mosley and Diana left with the excuse of needing to speak to the press. leaving you and the man alone. 

You knew what needed to be done and it was tormenting you. You held a conversation with him, he flirted with you, and you flirted back, allowing him to become even more interested in you. 

He seemed like a good man and he spoke with such pride and respect for his track record in parliament. He had done some incredible things for people in London, helped them, fought for women... you felt more guilty by the hour and you were sure if he went on telling you this you wouldn't be able to do what Mosley asked you to do.

"Oh, look at that your glass is empty," you said interrupting him "please let me take care of it" you leaned over to take his glass and he nodded "I'll be right back, don't leave here. I want to hear more about it," you said with a smile and left.

in the kitchen, hidden from everyone, you took the powder and poured it into the glass, along with the whiskey. Coming back to the living room the man was talking to the one you fought to avoid all night.

"Here Mr. Smith," you said handing him the glass "hello Mister Shelby, Hi Lizzie" you greeted them

"Thank you, I thought you ran away," he said jokingly

"I would never" you replied smiling and watching as he took a sip from his glass, nervous, afraid he might feel something wrong, a wrong taste, but nothing. he continued drinking normally.

 "The music, y/n. was beautiful," Lizzie said "I remember when you played in the garrison with that old piano and missing its keys," she said smiling making you smile

"and I don't miss it," you said

"I have to admit it sounds better on a new piano," she said, "well I was just leaving. I hate these events. good luck" she hugged you "have a good night everyone" without a direct goodbye to Thomas she left.

"Trouble in paradise, Mister Shelby?" Smith asked jokingly

"It's nothing," he said and the two of them started talking about politics.

Ever since Oswald told you what you needed to do for him tonight you've felt your stomach churn. the amount of alcohol you were ingesting just added to that feeling.

"Are you ok miss? got quiet all of a sudden" Smith said and you nodded

"I'm fine, just a bit tired," you said smiling

"yeah they've been putting you to work, almost every day now. I bet it can be exhaustive," he said referring to Mosley and his fiancée

"I don't care. It's good to be back, new beginnings" you said

"yeah, new beginnings are always good. for new beginnings," he said raising his glass and inviting you both for a toast.

"to new beginnings" you and Thomas spoke simultaneously and toasted.

you didn't expect the man to drink all the content in his glass after the toast and when he did you wanted to stick your hand down his throat making him vomit. 

Your heart raced, the hall suddenly seemed small and your lungs couldn't seem to fill with air. already familiar with your symptoms of a panic attack you spoke with some difficulty

"if you'll excuse me I need to go to the bathroom," you said and left before receiving an answer.

in the bathroom, you threw up everything in your stomach and sat on the floor hugging your legs hoping this would all pass soon. for this all to end.

you could hear the commotion outside, some women screamed and you assumed it was done.

You got up from the bathroom floor and wet your neck to calm down. In the mirror you saw how shaken you looked, you needed to get out of that house.

Opening the door you saw the confusion that was happening as people tried to help the fallen man. Mosley was one of them. It all seemed to go by in slow motion. Thomas was doing a heart massage on the man, trying to revive him. for a tiny second he looked at you and frowned as if he had read your mind.

Ignoring everything, you kept walking and asked the chauffeur to bring your car.

later that day you were in the living room reading. you couldn't sleep. just as you took a sip of your tea, you heard a knock on your door.

Standing up you opened it and saw Tommy Shelby himself.

"Oswald told you?" you asked and he shook his head

"I saw it in your eyes," he said

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the front door and let him in. Several years ago you killed a man for Tommy, but it wasn't like that, it was a millisecond decision that would decide he would either live or die. after that, he felt guilty for putting you in that position and never allowed you to enter a business meeting again. Killing a man broke you a little, you barely slept for weeks but he was there with you.

"Do you want tea?" you asked sitting in your seat again and he shook his head.

"Why? Why did you do that?" he asked

"He said I would be in the way of making our country great and he would kill anyone who did that. I didn't feel like I had any other options available" you said

"Stop… stop working for him," he said crouching down in front of her.

"Do you honestly think I could do that now?" you asked "now that he showed me his true colors? I would you be the next smith. anyways, thanks for the concern or whatever it is that brings you here, but you can go home. go stay with your wife. she deserves better than to sleep alone"

"I know she does," he said "she knows, about you and me. She is leaving," he said "used you as an excuse to leave but I know she has been wanting to leave for years"

"Ok, then you can go home to an empty house," you said "I too deserve better"

he sighed "yeah" and got up "but I'm not leaving" he sat down in the armchair on your diagonal and lit a cigarette

"why?" you asked

"it's not easy to kill a man, Y/n. I remember what did to you" he replied, "why don't you tell me now, what scared you off the stage?"

you frowned confused "why don't you tell me why you left me?"

"no, you were the one who left" he fell out

"Because you broke my fucking heart!" you said annoyed "why?"

he looked around, took a deep breath, and thought about how to respond.

"you said it yourself. you deserve better" he replied

"fuck you, that's not what I want. I want the truth"

"you want the truth, eh?" he asked leaning forward and resting his two elbows on his legs "I was scared" he admitted, making you laugh "it's not a joke"

"yeah? so you really want me to believe you were scared? Of fucking what?" you asked sarcastically

"Losing you for good" he replied

"so you broke my heart after we moved in together? smart, that would make me stay for sure" you scoffed

"blame me all you want but I would rather not have you than be the reason you got killed," he said

"What aren't you telling me?" you asked and he looked around for a while, reluctant to tell you.

"I just... we got lucky. I never told you, but there was a bomb that didn't go off."

"Where?"

"our house. Do you remember how it was back then when we started expanding into London? It was very dangerous, we fought a lot and Sabini made a bomb. you would pay the price for my interference. He told me while I was in his office, here in London. I had to drive all the way home like a mad man, all the way thinking you were dead and it was my fault. So I thought no, I couldn't do it. Later I found the bomb, it was wired wrong so it didn't explode"

"so you just cut me off instead of improving our security?"

"I couldn't allow that to happen to you"

"You did a lot worse, you took my voice in the matter! Tommy, I was a wreck after that!"

"I don't regret it, ey. Look at Grace" he said "it could have been you"

"Oh, don't you dare use her as an example. You know I despise her" you said angrily "besides you chose to give her a chance and not me. It was nice to read about your marriage in the newspaper"

"I never meant to hurt you," he said rubbing his tired eyes

"You never mean anything, do you?" you asked impatiently

"Grace calmed and soothed me after you left. I needed someone you weren't the only one in pain you know," he admitted.

"Yes, thanks to whom?"

"I get it okay? I made a bad decision, but I stand by it, y/n. I didn't care if I died or lived, but if anything happened to you and it was me fault? I lost Grace and it broke me." But fuck if it was you taking that bullet... I'd put one in my head. Same day" you took a deep breath "I just assumed you had moved on, you were happy. I told myself you would be happiest with whomever you choose to be with"

"By the way, it's not true. The next man I had a relationship with was capable of being worse than you" you admitted

"How so?"

"Well, for starters I don't think he loved me...or cared about me at all... he, he was a piece of shit," you said, not really knowing how to form your sentences and explain to him what happened "He was the breaking point to make me hate the stage I guess. it's too complicated I don't know how to tell you" you shrugged

"I'm sorry," he said and you nodded

"It's not really your fault, but thanks"

"I'm sorry for everything I've done. I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. And for years I thought about what it might have been like if I hadn't done what I did. But these questions just resolved themselves. After Grace "

"Yeah, look at us now making up when you have something growing inside your head," you said and he looked at you tenderly

"better than not doing it, eh"

"is it?" you asked and unexpectedly tears started to build up in your eyes and roll down your face "I'm sorry I just..." you spoke cleaning the tears. he stood up and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms as he caressed your hair and back "I don't know why I'm crying. I'm sorry"

"Don't be, it's ok, ey" he said comforting you.

You were sad about what had happened today and now about what was going to happen to the man in front of you whom you've loved since being a kid.

You felt angry too, his reason to you seemed ridiculous, but you do remember how things were back then. he almost died too many times. He was young and inexperienced, he did not know what he knows now. he didn't want to gamble your life as he did his own.

You finally calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

the next day you woke up lying in bed covered. Sitting you looked around your room, the blanket next to you was messy, as if a person was getting up and on the pillow, there was a note.

Wanted to wait until you woke up but I had to leave early. eet me today at noon at this address? 

Love, Thomas. 

You didn't recognize de address. looking at your clock it was almost 11am. 

You wondered what that meant. Were you guys ok now? did you want to be ok? was it worth it? it would be just too hard to lose him now, and you knew you would. Last night he held you, took care of you. You couldn't remember the last time someone did that, just hold you. 

fuck it, you thought, I deserve some fucking happiness even if it's just for a year. 

Standing up you started to get ready

when you arrived you were surprised by what you saw. it was a park... a park.

you were confused but after walking a bit you saw him sitting on a bench in front of the children's playground.

"hi", you said approaching him

"hey" he got up to kiss you on the cheek

"What are we doing here?" you asked looking around

"You do not like it?" he asked

"no, it's just. I didn't expect it" you admitted and he smiled

"I'll take you to a restaurant over there," he said "I just wanted to see the kids play" he started walking and you followed him

"how are you holding up after your kid? What was her name?" you asked

"Ruby. Some days are worse than others. But I can do nothing about it, they just disappear one day and that's it" he said. you saw he was hiding feelings from you he was clearly suffering.

"Must be hard, it was your only child, right?" you asked and he nodded

"I wonder, you have always wanted a big family. what happened to that?" he asked and you took a deep breath looking away

"Long story" you replied

"Well me time is ticking" he joked

"ha ha" you rolled your eyes as you entered the restaurant.

You had read about this place in the newspapers, it was supposed to be the new best place in town.

he said his name to the waitress and you both were shown to your table. He pushed your chair for you to sit like a gentleman.

"thank you" you smiled at him as you sat

"Now go on, tell me" he encouraged you as he sat and the waitress gave you both the menu

"My ex. he wanted a family and I did too. of course. but I couldn't do it I miscarried all the pregnancies I had, and believe me it was a lot... I went to all sorts of doctors and none knew what was wrong with me. He just became a nightmare when he noticed that I couldn't do it. he would put much pressure on me and I just had to deal with it all. I had to perform in such awful pain... that time in my life is just a blur because I was always high on painkillers so..." you shrugged "... I guess I can't have kids"

"I'm sorry," he said, holding your hand across the table. you smiled and nodded.

After you ordered you took some courage and asked "what do you want from me?"

"That's a tough question," he said as he blew the smoke of his cigarette out of his lungs "I don't know. I guess I just want to spend time with you. I understand if you don't..."

"I do and I don't," you said and he smiled

"Just today then. we spend the day together and if want I'll stay away. if fact I have to go to America this week. I have business there" he said "so we see each other until I go and you take the time I'm there to think, ey. what do you say?"

"Okay" you nodded and smiled "by spending the day together, should I assume we are going somewhere after this?"

"You should" he smirked

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Hello people! Thanks for tagging me this past week, I love your snippets always <3

Little writing rant coming, feel free to skip to the actual content, which is under the cut!

Writing is hard. I've barely written anything all month, and it's fine. Maybe I've finally made peace with the fact that writing is a hobby, and it should be fun and not feel like a chore, and that I don't owe anything to anyone. I'm getting better at not forcing myself to write when I don't feel like it, which was something I did at the beginning of the year—after years of writer's block, from last September to December I managed to write almost every day, and it felt so good that when January came and writer's block with it, I felt awful and forced myself to write more than once. It doesn't work and it just makes everything worse, so I'm happy that I'm finally being kinder to myself and to my limits.

BUT what bothers me now is that I genuinely want to write, and I'm so excited about so many projects... It's the physical act of writing that makes me nauseous, lately. I open the doc/notes app/Tumblr draft/notebook/app for recording (because I've tried many methods), and I'm filled with dread. Which makes me sad. I almost felt better when, at the beginning of the year, I simply didn't want to write. At least I didn't feel like I had too much creative energy and no way to let it out—I was just drained. Now I'm full of things that want to be written, and I can never turn them into words. But I'll get there. It's just frustrating, especially since right now writing is basically the only thing that truly and somewhat consistently brings me joy.

Having said that, I have written a whole (2.2k) fic a few days ago. You might wonder how this doesn't contradict what I said before. It's because it's a terrible first draft, and it resembles more an outline than a proper fic in more than one spot, which is what I meant when I said that “I'm full of things that want to be written but I can't turn them into words”—having ideas and outlining is easy, writing is impossible. And you might say that first drafts are supposed to be terrible, and it's true, but I really hate editing in English. I usually only write when words are flowing well enough that the first draft is pretty decent—I still need to edit it, but it's quick and mostly painless. Because when a draft is rough and ugly, editing it makes me want to cry. I can never get words to obey me, and having to change every sentence really discourages me, especially when I have no idea how to make them better. When everything feels shallow and dull and boring and ugh. Yeah. I truly hate it.

But anyway. I do have this fic that's finished, but it needs to be edited so much that the final work will probably be twice as long. But, as I said, editing is truly painful, so who knows when I'll find the strength to do it??? But that's enough complaining.

Enjoy some snippets of a new kid fic, because writing Snowbaz with child fills my heart with so much joy 🥰 Under the cut with the tags <3

Some Baz POV.

The man looks close to dropping the bag and running away, and I don't blame him. “Yes. I've got the right address and the right name. 31 cheeseburgers with no pickles.”

If this whole situation was weird before, it's veering into absurd now. I would never order a cheeseburger without pickles.

Some Simon.

If anyone asked me to describe what happiness looks like, it would be this. Coming home after work to find my husband and my son sitting at the kitchen table in front of a mountain of cheeseburgers.

And some more Simon.

Leo wins his fight against the wrapper and lifts the first cheeseburger.

“Besides, look at him. He's so hungry and cute.”

Baz snorts and tugs me to his side to hug me and press his cheek against my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair, bringing his already dying bun to its final demise.

“He is,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Really your son.”

We stay silent as Leo takes a huge bite and grins at us with his mouth full.

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[kuraitsune]

PROLOGUE

TRAiN TO 200 FLLWRS EVENT PAGE

READER'S PROFiLE - ...GN!reader. it is whoever you are, isn't it?

DiSCLAiMERS - in no way am i a professional writer, i just like english lol. please know that these writings are a work of fiction and are the appearance and persona of the character! not the person behind the screen.

iMPORTANT NOTE - the kickoff event writing! no specific pairings for this one, you'll see what happens.

Standing under the overhanging ceiling of the station, you waited for your train. The skies were turning a violet blue, speckles of glowing white stars in it when you boarded your night train.

You didn't exactly know how you got here, all that it was that you and several other people received an invitation to "the dream realm." Whatever that was.

Looking around the place, you could tell it was made with careful attention to detail. By the corner of your eyes, you could've sworn you saw a rift of purple-blue light somewhere. But it disappeared as soon as you tried looking for it.

Comfortably seating yourself in a comfortable corner, you examine what you'll be working with on your trip. The train was split into rooms instead of seats, leaving enough room and privacy for each guest to have one of their own.

Your room had a small bed, fit for one person, a mini tray(like the ones on bullet trains or airplanes), and a long seating area that connected to the wall. There was also an engraved shelf full of things, with a sign saying, "Complimentary Snacks & Drinks."

'Huh, neat,' you think, turning yourself towards your temporary bed. Setting down your bags on the wall seat, you lay down on the bed, surprisingly comfortable for a night train.

After several minutes, you hear footsteps coming closer to your room. Looks like someone was checking in with every guest.

Knock, knock! You open your door to reveal a shorter woman with wide fennec fox-like ears. She wore a cute lolita dress with flowy sleeves.

"Hello there, you must be [name], right?" she asked, smiling. Oddly suspicious that she recognized you without you ever meeting the foxy woman.

"Yep, is there something wrong?"

"Not at all, I'll be explaining about this trip to you. My name is Kuraitsune, but please, call me Kura. Just for simplicity."

"Oh?" you tilt your head slightly to the side, curious to what Kura would have to explain.

"As you know, you were invited to this train to visit... a dream realm. In which where you will find all your dreams come to reality. You may rest freely whenever you wish, once we reach our destination... you'll find everything that you could've ever dreamed of. Whether it be a certain scenario or perhaps a thing you wished to happen, you'll find it there."

"Just take a deep rest until we get there. You'll know when we arrive, [name]. Oh, and if you need anything, ring that bell by the shelf to call for me and I'll be there. Have a great trip and enjoy your stay!" she gracefully bowed before closing the door and leaving to the next cart of the train.

"Where... I find all my dreams come to reality..?" you say softly, thinking of your ambitions. You absolutely think that they could never come true.

But that Kura girl. She seemed truly genuine in her words... Sighing, you lay down in your bed, preparing for probably the longest sleep you'll have. It'll be worth it, you kept repeating to yourself.

"Where all dreams and ambitions come to reality..."

NOTE - hehe, tbh this seems pretty controversial because well uh i can't exactly make everything a reality. but, we can always keep dreaming. at least, writing is like another world. don't you think so too?

enjoy the rest of the event! (at least once i finish writing everything <3) and thank you for the current 170+ followers!! kuraitsune, signing off for today.

DO NOT: repost or copy any of @kuraitsune's works! sharing is fine with credits.

[arcanewhoosh]

Funny Business

Where you just wanted to get your work done and over with, but your truck had other plans.

2,500 something words

God the self restraint to keep this a oneshot

not proofread

English not first language

Mechanic Jinx x GN!Reader

Today was not a good day.

First of all, what should've been a quick trip between your project sites was quickly derailed by your truck making weird click noises. Second, You were three cities away from home and you couldn't risk driving on a highway with that weird clicking sound doing its weird clicks; so now you're stuck. Third, there was a distinct lack of open garages today; today is a holiday. Fourth, you realized you were working on a holiday.

You grumpily mumble to yourself as your truck slowly drives down the road. After a grueling Google search for open garages, you were able to find one nearby at a Square in the middle of the business district. And after navigating through the unfamiliar streets of Zaun-you were briefly stopped by a cop and had to beg them to not to give you a ticket-you finally saw the large billboard of the Square's entrance. Welcome to The Lanes! It read.

You slowly make your way around the Square and finally find the garage. Thankfully, the place was huge, and it looked like there were only two other cars being worked on. Good for you; the faster they could fix your truck, the faster you can do your job and get home.

"Welcome to the Last Drip, what can we do for you today?" A lanky, spikey haired man says as he walks up to your window.

"Uh, something suddenly started to make a clicking noise. I can't tell where it is." You say as you grab your bag and exit the truck.

"Hm, you mind if I take the car for a bit? You can take a seat in the lounge over there" He points to an empty seating area with a few couches and a vending machine.

"Uhm, no sure, take your time, uh, Mylo." You say as you read the name tag on his coveralls. Mylo nods and gets into the truck, driving it to one corner of the garage with different lifts. You start walking towards the seating area, when your phone starts to ring.

Dad. The caller ID read. You quickly pick up the phone.

"Hey dad."

"Hey bud, I heard you had some car trouble. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, something started clicking in the car. I couldn't tell what it was and I didn't wanna risk driving to the sites."

"It's fine, I'll send someone else to handle the sites next week. Why are you even working on a holiday?" You stop walking. Weren't you told to go here today?

"Wasn't I supposed to come here today?" You hear a sigh on the other side of the line.

"...Maybe."

"Probably, but it's a holiday today, it's a day off for everyone. Didn't you get the announcement?" Now that he's mentioned it, you vaguely remember receiving an email from HR about a long weekend or something.

"It's already a holiday today, it's already a long weekend. I don't need Monday off, too."

"Jeez, you're not even in your thirties, and your memory is already worse than mine.

A pause. "Tell you what, take Monday off too. Take a break, book a hotel there and do those mental health days you kids do nowadays."

"Yeah, okay, love you too, dad. Tell mom too."

"If you're forgetting holidays, that means you're working too much."

"It was just a lapse in memory-"

"Take the extra day off, I'm saying that as your boss. I have tee time in fifteen minutes. Have fun, love you."

You pocket your phone and realize that your halway through making a lap around the garage. Or was it your second lap? You don't recall, so you shake your head and make you way to Mylo, who was now writing something on a chart.

"Alright, so I hear the clicking, but I can't see anything immediately when we run the car. We'll have one of our mechanics take it apart, depending on where they think it is."

Uh oh.

"How long do you think it's gonna take?"

"Two, maybe three days, tops. All I know is you're not getting that done today." You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Alright, anything I need to sign?" Mylo hands you a chart.

"Fill this out, hand me an ID, and we should be good to go. Take a seat and one of the mechanics will hand it back. They'll have a better timeline for your car."

"Cool, thanks." you say as you take an ID out of your wallet and hand it to Mylo.

You walk back over to the seating area and take out your laptop. It might've been a holiday, but the fifty-seven new emails you got definitely didn't think so.

You pore over the screen for a while; either marking seemingly unimportant emails-mostly those you were cc'ed in-as read, briefly skimming through department reports, and replying to concerns that were directed to you.

"Ahem."

You now have three meetings rescheduled for Tuesday, and another site visit the day after. Twenty three emails removed, a pretty decent chunk.

"Hello?" A face suddenly appears in front of you, her hand pushing down the screen of your laptop. You blink. How long had she been there?

"Uh, sorry." You manage to say. Her blue eyes scan your face briefly, a look of annoyance on her face. She straightens up and lets go of your laptop.

"Hi. I'm your mechanic."

"...Hi." She stares at you. You blink. She blinks.

"So, anyway, your car might have a steering problem, I'll be able to know for sure when I take it apart, that'll take the rest of the day. If there's a part that needs to be replaced, we'll have to place an order if we don't have it in stock, that'll take another day. So your car is gonna be stuck here for at least two days. Capeesh?" She says as she hands you back your ID.

"Capeesh." You nod dumbly. Still feeling a bit sheepish for not immediately noticing her presence.

"Right, I'm gonna go work now." She quickly turns around and starts walking to your truck.

"Uh, wait!" She turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised.

"Do you know any place here that I can plug in my laptop?"

"Bar next door."

"...Cool." You were supposed to say, thank you [insert name], but the top part of her coveralls were down and she was in a crop top and had cloud tattoos running up her right arm and over to her chest and waist and oh no she's got a pretty face too.

So, like, you couldn't see her name tag cause the top part of her coveralls were down.

"Cool." She says as she starts walking again.

The bells on the door make a chiming sound as you push it open. Yup, this was a bar alright. Nearly empty, sure, but it was still in the middle of the afternoon. The bartender greets you, and you give a half hearted nod back as you enter. You walk around for a bit, looking for any sockets to plug in your laptop, praying you don't look sus to the bartender. Eventually you find a small table with a socket next to it, so you dump your bag on the chair to call dibs, and make your way over to the bar.

"Hey, how you doin'?" She asks, wiping off a cup. She didn't look that much older than you, but you couldn't really tell, since the only things you had to go on were her facial features and her pink hair.

"Could be better."

"Hm. What could be better?"

"My truck, for one." She raises an eyebrow.

"Took it to the last-"

"The Last Drip, yeah. I'm assuming that and this bar is owned by the same person?" You gesture around the bar with your hand. The Last Drop, it was called. You had a good chuckle to yourself when you saw the signs next to each other earlier.

"Family businesses."

"Ah."

The both of you have small talk for a good bit while Vi-you two exchange names somewhere in the conversation.- got you a glass of wine. A safe choice, you'd have something to drink while working, but you wouldn't run the risk of getting sloshed the longer you drank it. Eventually you go back to your table and start working. Ignoring the rest of the world as you read more emails and progress reports and approve requests for this and that.

It's only when the door to the bar chimes again, and a particularly loud group of people enter, that your focus is broken. Your eyes flit towards them for a split second before going back to your screen, until you're forced to do a double take when your brain registers that you saw a flash of blue hair. You shake your head, trying to bring your focus back onto your work.

"Need a top up?"

It works for a while, until someone puts down a glass of wine on your table.

You look up, and it's the pretty mechanic from earlier. Your brain isn't at social functioning capacity, and you blurt out the first word that comes to mind.

"Jinx."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you immediately try to save face.

"The bartender, your sister, Vi, she told me your name." That doesn't seem creepy at all, in your head. Apparently Jinx, or Powder, Vi calls her, also doesn't think you're creepy. instead, she grins and takes the seat in front of you, once again pushing down your laptop screen so you can see her face fully. She has a few freckles on her nose that you wouldn't be able to catch, unless you were this close to her face.

"Oooh, so you asked about me?" She says as she takes a sip from a metal cup with little doodles on them. Your hands don't leave your keyboard while you talk.

"You came up in the conversation, yes."

"How so?"

"Vi asked which mechanic was working on the truck, I said I couldn't see your name tag cause your weren't wearing half your coveralls, and she kinda just... Knew." She shrugs.

"Yeah, that checks out. So why are you still working?"

"Huh?"

"It's past eight, and it's a holiday."

"So people say." You take a look at your watch; yup, it's past eight alright. You let out a breath and put your laptop away before grabbing the glass of wine Jinx had put down on your table earlier.

"So did you ask about me too, or did you just happen to stare long enough to notice what I was drinking?" You ask as you take a sip of your drink. She grins, then props her chin on her hand.

"Who knows? Maybe I was just trying to see if you'd actually respond to someone calling you this time." Oh. You scratch the back of your head.

"Sorry about that."

"It's fine, though if we're being honest, I was kinda peeved when I saw you her. Thought you were some stuck up accountant or something, but Vi said you were cool so..."

"So this is an apology drink for being peeved at me for no reason?" She smiles at you and Sips from her straw.

"Perhaps. So why are you working during a holiday?" Why were you, again?

"...I may have forgotten it was a holiday." You clear your throat. "Why were you working on a holiday?"

"I like working on cars. Also that's sad as hell; pardon my French."

"It's not that sad-"

"It's pretty sad."

"Okay, can we move on to a different subject other than my working on a holiday?" She nods.

She asks you about your job, and is clever enough to connect the dots. Your company owns the development projects in the city,

So you ask her how they came to own the garage and the bar. Apparently, her dad had owned the bar for decades, and was one of the first establishments in The Lanes, before there were tall buildings everywhere. She and her siblings had started the garage next door, and got lazy with the naming hence the one letter off theme.

"And you," She says as she takes out her straw and points it at you. "Your'e probably the owner's kid, right?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Your company is Solomon Construction. Your last name is Solomon."

"How'd you get my last name?" You cock your head to the side as you ask.

"You literally gave us your ID earlier."

"Oh... Yeah I did do that." You manage a laugh and grab your glass of wine, only to find it empty. So you grab the wine bottle you and Jinx (Powder?) had decided to get earlier in the conversation, and top up your glass. You gesture to her glass, and she lifts it up. She's gotten a little wobbly and a bit of wine spills on the table. The both of you snort and try to gather napkins to wipe off the wine.

You check your watch again. 11:38 PM

"Damn, it's getting late." You say.

"It's pretty early in bar time." She looks around the bar, and you do too. There's a bunch more people around now. When the hell did they get here?

"When did all these people get here?"

"Literally while we were talking."

"Huh."

"Like I said, early in bar time."

"But it's late in Solomon time, also I'm pretty fucking sloshed." Come to think of it, if you turn your head a bit, the room tilts.

"Ya know, you have a tendency to like, do a tunnel vision thing, ya know?" She gestures at your face with her hand, making little circles with it.

"A what?"

"Like... You focus on me, and you didn't notice everyone else come in."

"Well that's cause you're pretty." Did you just call her pretty?

"Did you just call me pretty?" Oh, guess you did. Whoops.

"Did I just not?" She grins. She seems to like grinning a lot.

"You got a pretty face on you too, Solomom." You laugh.

"Did you just say Solomom?"

"Did I just not?"

"Okay, okay" You say as you shake your head. "We're... We're both done." You lift the glass of wine to put it away, only to realize that it's empty. "Oops."

"Damn, did we really drink all of it?" You turn the bottle over for good measure.

"Yup."

A rogue hand suddenly takes the bottle from you.

"Okay, that's enough for both of you." It's Vi, stands for Violence, or Stupid, according to Jinx. She puts down a glass of water for you and Jinx. "Drink."

"Okay, yeah." You take the water and down it, while Jinx makes a face at her glass and pushes it away as you hand Vi your credit card. She scolds Powder for a bit before walking back to the bar. The latter sticks her tongue at he sister.

Eventually, Vi comes back with your card and a receipt, and offers to call you a cab.

"No thanks." You say, your words still a bit slurred. Vi shrugs, and walks back to the bar.

"So how're ya gonna get home?" Jinx, whose face is now on the table, asks.

"Mmmmm dunno. I don't live here." She looks up and slams her fist on the table.

"What? then where the heck are you gonna go?" You shrug.

"A hotel or something."

"You can stay at my place if ya want." You shoot her a look.

"D'you invite all your customers to sleep over at your place?"

"D'you drink with all of your mechanics?"

"Touche."

"Are you a serial killer?"`

"Are you?"

Now it's your turn to slam your fist onto the table. A few bar patrons look at the both of you.

"Touche!" If you were a little bit more sober, you would've noticed Vi face-palm from the bar.

"Look look look, we'll set up a No Funny Business rule." She uses her fingers for air quotes."

"Agreed."

"Like... Murder funny business, or... funny funny business?"

"Funny funny." You mull this information over. Well, as much as your inebriated brain could mull over something, and then nod.

"Mmmmkay, no funny bussiness."

"Agreed."

You two were halfway through Jinx's doorway when that rule was thrown out the window.

Needless to say, it was a pretty great weekend.

[russellsppttemplates]

Words we didn't mean (Lewis Hamilton)

There are some words exchanged that you didn't mean and Lewis feels bad when Angela told him you had called her for help

Note: english is not my first language

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can (usually at nighttime when I can) so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: reader accidentally cuts herself while cooking (mentions hospital, blood, medication)

"Lew, please, we need to see about this", you said for what felt like the umpteenth time as you watched your boyfriend pack his laptop and the last minute things on his backpack, "I don't have time right now, and I told you already how I feel about it", he replied rather harshly for his usual tone and before you could even react, he did the zipper and grabbed his coat, "You're not leaving like this, are you?", you asked, the nervousness installing itself on your chest, "what do you want me to do? It's not like either of us are going to bend on this, is it?", he said and that stung. While it wasn't common for you and Lewis to disagree on things, whenever it happened, you two talked it out, hearing the other's ideas and finding a way to make it work for both of you, but it seemed today he wasn't drawn to take that time, especially when his ride to the factory meeting is nearly at the door, "I'll be home later", he said dryly before heading out of the door. Roscoe must have sensed something wrong, his paws the only noise you heard in the house as he came to stand by you, his paw tapping your leg slightly as he asked for scratches, "Daddy is a bit off today, I guess", you said as you compiled with his request.

After tidying the bedroom up, you put the clothes and sheets in the laundry basket and then into the washing machine, taking the opportunity to dry them quickly as the sun was shining brightly outside. Roscoe followed you like the little shadow he always is, and while you were making lunch for you you fed him a little bit of what you were preparing when the knife slipped from your hand and made you cut your other hand, the slit already bloody when you looked at it, "shoot, shoot, shoot", you said as you looked for a clean kitchen towell to wrap around it, next looking for you phone as you thought of how to proceed, "call Angela", you said outloud, never more thankful about these new technologies, watching the call begin on the screen, "Morning, beautiful! How are you?", her usually cheery voice cam through, "hii, how are you? I have a bit of a situation", you gulped, "I have cut myself whilst making lunch, It's in my hand, seems deep too, and while I can still move it" you hissed, "I don't think it is a good idea to change the gears or to turn the steering wheel, I'm afraid I'll open up the wound even more", you said as you tried to squeeze the fabric around your hand, "you're right, dear. I'll be at your place in 5 minutest take you to the hospital, okay?", Angela said before she hang up. While you waited for her, you got your documents to bring to the ER and a small crossbody bag to put all your belongings in just in time for the car to beep outside, "No, no, don't push too much", said Angela as she saw you try to close the front door on your own, helping you while looking at your hand, "that is indeed a nasty cut, let's see what they can do to it. You'll be good as new", she conforted.

While you were in the waiting room, you sensed that Angela had a question she wanted to ask, "instead of wondering, just ask it, please", you said gently while you kept applying pressure on the cut like the doctor who did your triage told you to do, "I haven't seen you call or text Lewis any updates, nor did you even mention him, is everything alright?", she mused, "we had a fight, I guess. We were discussing how I was going to attend a few more races next year and I have a new project at work that will maybe keep me from going and it all spiralled from there, I said things I didn't mean, he did the same. And then it was time for him to leave and we didn't get any conclusion. And he doesn't need anymore on his plate, especially something like this", you mumbled before your name was called. The doctor did what he had to do, suturing the skin, wrapping it safely and ultimately deciding to play it safe and prescribe some medication to fight off any infections as well as to promote a better healing process, also scheduling with you the days where you would come to change the bandages.

Angela drove you home after the hectic day, "thank you so much again, and I apologise for calling you like that and ruining your day", you said as she set the bag of medications on the counter, "No need for that, I'm glad I could be of help. Do you need anything else from me? Anything I can help with?", she wondered and you caved in, seeing as you were alone in the house, "can you heat me the leftovers that are in the fridge, please? I need to eat to take my medication", you said as you watched comply, bringing you the tray of food, water and meds to the bedroom where you managed to put your pyjamas on by yourself, "are you sure you don't need anything else?", Angela asked before she left after your negative answer, letting you rest as all the different medications were keeping you a bit drowsy and sleepy.

Lewis was leaving the Mercedes AMG F1 HQ with the same thoughts in his mind, how you two had handled things. How he had handled it and not let you talk it out like usual, grabbing his phone to see a text from Angela, "Y/N had to pop to the ER today and I took her. She's at home resting now, the cut on her hand should heal soon and her meds and food have been taken care of. She didn't ask me to send you this but I love you both too much to see you two like this. Whatever it is, I'm sure you can sort it out".

ER? Cut on your hand? Medications? What had happened in the span of time he was gone? Dialing Angela's number, Lewis entered the car that had brought him in the morning, greeting the driver briefly as his trainer picked up, "what happened, Angela? And why am I only finding out about this now?", he asked, the stress evident on his voice, "Y/N was making lunch and the knife slipped from her grasp, but doctor said she would be good as new soon", she explained, "I took her there because she called me. And she didn't tell you anything because... Well, I don't know why, she just said that you had a rough morning", she said, knowing that those details mattered the least to him at that moment, "Why didn't she call me? I would've gone straight home", he said as his voice tone started trailing away, realising ad he spoke that given how the morning went, he too wouldn't be calling himself after you got injured, "nevermind, thank you again. For helping Y/N today and for calling me, will speak soon!", he said before he hang up, his finger going straight to dial your number before he refrained from doing so, nor actually knowing how to approach the situation. You had and accident in the kitchen and injured yourself, and didn't think to call him or tell him about it to not bother him maybe. He had made you believe something like this was not worthy to tell him to come and help you or at least that he wouldn't want to hear about it, and that was not acceptable. Thanking his driver again, he retrieved his keys from the pocket and entered your shared home, no sign of Roscoe, who would usually greet him at the door, making him drop all his belongings on the office as he made his way into the bedroom to see you asleep on the bed, Roscoe by your feet that, sensing someone else, woke up and greeted Lewis, him leaving his spot making you move in your sleep as you turned to face your boyfriend, who didn't miss the wrapped hand as he watched you, "Hey, sorry, I didn't hear you come in", you said as you adjusted your position as best as you could, your boyfriend helping you sit up before he carefully took your injured hand in his, inspecting it, "Why didn't you tell me? I could have come to help", he said gently, not wanting to belittle you in any way, "I thought you'd be busy and, well, this morning wasn't the best either", you began, "we don't usually leave things like that. We always talk it through and, and I thought I'd just let you cool down from it all", you explained, "I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't count on me, darling. We should have talked about it in the morning", he said before kissing your knuckles that were in show, "I love having you there for races, it motivates me to go harder and be better and I enjoy your company there. Yes, it upset me that you're not going to be there as much, especially this year, but I understand that you have your things too. I should have never said what I said", he gulped as you could see the guilt in his eyes, "I would love for you to join me, but I'm also so fucking proud of you, of your achievements and dedication. I'm so sorry for how I reacted", he stressed again. Smiling slightly, you cradled his face on your hand, "I'm sorry too, said things I didn't mean and they only set out to aggravate what we were doing. I'll see what I can do about it, maybe remotely I can do things too. Just, promise we'll be better at this, okay?", you said as you both nodded, Lewis opening his arms for you to rest against him, "how is this?", he pointed to your hand, "doctor said it should heal well, have the meds there too. Just a silly accident, really, I have to be careful with how I take care of it", you said before he kissed your forehead, "I'm here now, I'll take care of you".

[lady-laree-world]

If you wouldn’t mind could I request anything with vision x reader? He seems to not be very popular, I’d really appreciate it. <3

Cuddless and relax

Vision x g/n! reader

warnings: really nothing, just fluff, maybe some bad English :')

a/n: this is the first time I write for a gender neutral reader so if you find any errors let me know pls😩😩

a/n 2: the gif is mine but the dividers no, I give all the credits to the author that unfortunately I can not tag

🌼English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake,if you find any please report them to me so that the. next time you can write it correctly 🙈🙈

Since the morning, when as soon as you wake up you found the sheets of the bed destroyed by your dog Lily, you knew that this was going to be a bad day. You threw away the unusable sheets and rushed to get ready for the long day of work that awaited you.

As always, the streets were very busy but that day was worse than any other time: a car accident had blocked a crucial intersection to get around the city and an endless line of cars started from there. Once you arrived at work you were 30 minutes late you had to suffer a long lecture from your boss who reiterated the importance of punctuality and threatening to fire you if it happens again. Defeated you started working and time never seemed to pass and your sadness didn't help you get through this grueling shift.

Just before your shift ended your phone rang in your pocket and you took it . Your heart warmed when you read the message from your boyfriend, Vision, with a picture of him and Lily.

we are waiting for you at home

we miss you

:)

You answered the message and put your phone back in your pocket, eager to get home to them.

<I'm home> your voice breaks the silence of the house and you immediately hear the sound of paws on the floor. Lily runs towards you throwing herself on you and you kneel to stroke her fur as she turns around.

You get up off the ground as soon as you see Vision approaching and drop your bag with all the paperwork you should have completed at home. You go to meet him and hug him, burying your face in the hollow of his neck. Vision wraps his arms around your body and you stay there for what seems like hours. You had missed him so much and you knew he felt the same too: he used to give you time to change or drink some water before filling you with hugs and kisses, but after returning from a week-long mission he just wanted to hug you and relax with you.

"Hi" whispers Vision in your ear and you mutter something incomprehensible to you too, not wanting to leave his arms, at least for the next half hour. "How about changing your clothes for more comfortable ones while I prepare some snacks for an afternoon of cuddless and relax?". Despite your little desire to do anything you understand that he is right and after giving him a strong squeeze you detach yourself. Vision caresses your face softly and puts a kiss on your forehead before letting you go.

After being washed and changed, join your boyfriend in the living room where you find him crouched in front of the cabinet where the television is, intent on looking for a movie that he surely would not have watched, too busy relaxing with you. Lily was lying next to the sofa sound asleep: it had become a habit for her to sleep there despite her having a kennel.

"What movie would you rather watch? I was undecided between Pitch Perfect and The Hustle, I know they are your favorites." she asks as you go and sit on the sofa. "What do you think if we don't watch anything? Right now I just need some cuddles from my wonderful boyfriend" you reply smiling by clapping your hand on the spot next to you. Her eyes fill with concern as she sits down. "Has something happened? Are you okay? Do you have a headache? Do you want to eat something? I can-" You interrupt his speech by placing your lips on him and sitting astride him. "Quiet Vis, it was just a hard day and I missed you so much" you kiss him again slowly, he places his hands on your back bringing you closer and you indulge him by resting his arms on his shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he murmurs interrupting the kiss "It's nothing that deserves my attention right now, don't worry." "Okay but do you know that you can always talk to me?" you giggle slightly at her concern "Yes Vis, believe me, I know, now can we continue our cuddle session or do you have other questions to ask?".

[sweettodo]

Professor ⟿ Hisoka Morow x femreader

Includes : smut, student x teacher

Word count : 2,7k

[STUDENT IS AGED, IN COLLEGE]

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"Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester."

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

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You could cry.

You could drop out right fucking now. Beyond fed up.

Tutor after tutor, study session after study session since ninth grade never did you any justice, even cheating- peeking over to your neighbors left you with an end result of the huge red D's, F's and C's scribbled onto your paper. You were tearing the hair out of your head.

You couldn't write an English essay even if there was a gun being held to your temple; you weren't necessarily illiterate, but you envied your classmates who could throw together a thesis in an hour lecture, not to mention these giant papers which could've driven you to kill.

Today, bright and early in the morning, here you sit in your English classroom writing a timed essay, an essay about the logistics of capitalism, whatever that meant. Headache booming while you wrote illogical sentences onto lined paper vigorously.

You didn't even bother to read over your work; an hour later you're finally standing up from your seat and shuffling down the row, reaching to drop your paper into the basket, "Miss. Y/l/n, have you looked it over?" Professor asks, you smile and nod, he takes it from you.

"I wrote it sir, I don't need to reread it." You retort, he leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at you.

"That's not necessarily what I meant; very well then." He smiles, you go back to your seat and wait for class to be over.

Thirty minutes later, kids are gathering up their bags and papers, scurrying out of the classroom to their next lecture, as you walk out of the double doors into the hallway, your last name is being called and you stop in your tracks, turning around, "yes, Mr. Morow?" You respond, stepping back into the classroom, he stands from his desk, hands patting the black button up as he stands, he waits for you to approach his desk, his arms crossed and he seemed a little irritated.

You approach the front of his desk, nervous, "now, you can't honestly tell me this is your best work." He sighs, you swallow hard, slightly embarrassed, he looked completely unfazed.

"W-well, in my defense Mr-" you stutter, he immediately cuts you off.

"There is no excuse for this lackluster paper." He states, you jump out of your skin, his tone threatening. Everyone always knew not to mess with professor Morow, he was strict and rarely tolerated unprofessionalism. But you- you, always drove him mad, he hated how you acted, he wished he could fail you for the year, being as you were so incompetent.

But that would be immoral or him to stoop that low.

"I should have you rewrite this, do you know how important this is for your grade? Do you want to pass, y/n?" You not, picking at your nails in fear, he was definitely failing you for this semester.

"I'm sorry sir, I try- I really do, it's just I can't bring myself to it." You mumble, head down in total humiliation. "Please- please sir, I'll do anything, please don't fail me this semester." You plead.

Professor Morow sits in his office chair; hand on his chin as he ponders, he did like the sound of you begging.

He sighs and moves towards his bag, opening it and shuffling through papers, pulling out mine, you braced yourself, "you're going to rewrite this, I will swallow my pride and give you a chance, I'd like to see you get higher than a C." He deadpans, you nod, gracious for his generosity.

Handing the essay back to you, "would you like me to do it right now?" You ask, he shakes his head no, closing his bag and picking it up.

"Nope, I'll help you later, you'll have to leave campus for this evening, so clear your schedule." Your eyes widen, he begins walking out, back to you before he peers his head back towards you, "do you want help?"

"Yes, yes sir I do." You sputter, he gives you a half cocked smile.

"That's what I thought." He leaves you breathless as he turns off the lights as he turns the corner out of his class, leaving you there in the barely lit room. You slowly walk out of the empty class, unsure if something like this was even appropriate, 'but it has to be, he's helping you.'

The next few hours would feel like eternity, laying chest up, looking at your ceiling spread eagle bored out of your mind. Waiting for time to pass before you anxiously awaited for later tonight. As you lay there, you hear your phone swoosh, indicating you had just received an email. You sit up and snatch your phone off the bed stand, opening it and seeing an email from the professor.

With an address being the only thing sent to you, you don't bother responding, 'this must be his house,' you spoke out loud, looking at the time on your phone, you might as well get ready, only an hour until you need to leave.

Wearing the same thing you had worn all day, a plain black skirt with a sweater, you just spray perfume over yourself and brush through your hair.

It was only 5pm, but the time of the year brought early darkness; so it was pretty dark by the time you were walking through the parking lot and unlocking your car door. Bag in toe you drive off campus, you scolded yourself for being so, so stupid. How can’t someone write an essay? Not to mention you were at fault for letting it get this bad... a teacher, y/n? A teacher is doing this for you? It was embarrassing.

Soon you're driving up the spiral driveway up towards the large house in your view, nice car in the driveway, lawn well taken care of. It was beautiful. You take off your seatbelt, opening the car door with your bag and keys in hands.

You walk up the path and inhale before you're knocking on the door; waiting a few seconds and the door is opening. Professor Morow allowed you entrance, wearing the same button up and black slacks as earlier in class. We great each other, "follow me, my office is upstairs." He speaks, you follow him up the marble stairs, down the hall and he's opening a beautiful wooden door, a large desk, chairs in front, a couch with a bookcase behind it with stunning red curtains which were closed.

"You have a nice home Mr. Morow, stunning." You breathe, looking around and observing.

"My, well thank you y/n." He hums, sitting in his chair behind the desk, you sit in front of him, taking out your paper along with a notebook and pencil, “I'll have you rewrite, and after each paragraph I'll read it over for you." He says, crossing his leg, you nod.

"I- I wanted to thank you again, for helping me." Yoy mutter, he nods slowly.

"Don't worry, you'll make it up to me." He smirks, motioning to your paper to get you to start; so you do. Starting with your thesis, you spend extra time making sure you think it looked good. You hand it to him and he reads it over, eyes trailing across the page, "not bad, but I know you can write more about the proprieties within some enterprises.” You groaned and quickly started erasing, his hand immediately grabs your wrist, stopping you, “I didn’t say erase it.” He insists, you look up at him, then down at his hand; a big hand wrapped around your wrist obviously didn’t fill your head with appropriate things.

He suddenly stands, walking around the desk and reaches his arm to grab your pencil, his arm flexing next to your head while he rewrites the things you disregarded, your throat hitches, sitting still and tense; intimidated by his cologne aroma and the fact he was inches from you, “what has you so tense?” You internally gasp, heart beating and you see him now standing against his desk to your right. How the fuck could you answer this?

“I-uh, no reason.” You nervously chuckle, he crosses his arms; he didn’t buy it at all.

“Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles, stepping closer to you, you stared up at him, he towered over you, swallowing hard, “no need to be nervous, y/n.” He says. The tension was really thick in the room, you didn’t notice until you found yourself pressing your thighs together for pressure.

“Sir I-” his hand moves, tucking hair behind your ear, instantly silencing you. You’re spinning. Such an authoritative man making you feel small was a new feeling you hadn’t felt before; like you needed to listen to him or else you’d be in some type of trouble.

“I hope you’re paying attention, if you want to do good of course.” He murmurs, dropping his hand back down, you nod slowly, listening to him. “I’ve always known you could be a good girl.” You were stunned, you chewed on the inside of your mouth like crazy as he still stood over you.

“Mr. Morow,” you breathe, nervous, “I need to pass this class.” The desperation in your voice was pitiful, and Hisoka fucking loved it.

He brings his hand up to your jaw, caressing only a little with his thumb, “don’t worry, you’ll get a good grade,” he purrs, thumb running across your bottom lip, agonizingly slow, “open.” Mouth opening immediately. His thumb slides into your mouth and down deeper towards the back of your throat. You look up at him with beady eyes, he licks his lips and smiles.

He pulls out of your mouth, you hesitantly bring your two hands up, lightly touching his belt, his head drops down and he assists you in unbuckling his black leather belt, “my my, such a fast learner, so good.” Your face heats up, fingers working at the zipper of his pants, the tight space was noticeable, the bulge in his pants made you squirm.

Hand grabbing the back of your head, he’s releasing his cock from his open slacks, you braced yourself for the thick and long cock to stab the back of your throat. He holds your hair back out of your face while you’re spitting up the base of his dick, taking the tip between your lips slowly while you looked up at him with those eyes.

Tongue swirling around the tip, his grip tightening on your skull. You push your head further onto him, spit seeping down your chin; taking over, Hisoka pushes your head down all the way to the base, choking and your throat constriction, he groans and pulls you off him quickly, “do you like my cock down your throat princess?” He purrs, index finger lifting up your chin, you nod, he smiles and grabs you from under your shoulder, you stand and he pushes you over the desk, legs locking and you’re held up by your arms.

“Hmm, how about you give me these wrists.” He hums, ripping you off your only stability, side of your face hitting the desk... right on top of your essay. You hear a click followed by another, cold metal now holding your wrists together.

“What, do you just have handcuffs in arms reach for this typa’ thing?” You found it humorous.

Mr. Morow didn’t.

Your skirt flying up, followed by a shard pain on your thigh, you gasp and try to look up; belt in hand, your English professor had whipped you. Hard. Your leg tries to move back but he’s placing his hands on your waist, keeping you still, “tell me, why might your panties be this soaked? I haven’t even touched you.” He had bent down to your ear, vibrations sending you crazy, “do you want me to fuck you? Princess? Fill you up?” You bite down on your lip, he made you tingle just by the sound of his voice.

Another smack of the belt against your ass rings through you and you yelp out in pain, hissing. “Answer me. Go on,” even his soft voice made this sound harsh, you press your forehead against the desk, panting; the pool of wetness most likely slipping down your thighs.

“Fill me up professor, please.” You mewl, he chuckles deeply, the sound of the belt on the floor caused you to sigh out of relief; instead his hands were grabbing your thong, pulling them down slowly and letting them hit your ankles.

“Oh my, so fucking wet.” He hums, pulling apart your ass cheeks to get a better look.

“Sir.” You retort, needy and beyond ready to be fucked at this point.

“Yes?” You tense up, mouth dropping open when you feel his tip stroke up and down your folds, your thighs tremble and shake under his grasp, slowly pushing his throbbing cock into you. You cry out, “use your words, what is it?” He questions you once more.

“So fucking big.” You moan, he pulls your hips further onto his cock; shaping your pussy to his liking, stretching you out and hitting every nerve possible, “oh my god!” His hips finally touching your ass, you twitched and tightened around him, fitting around him accordingly.

“You take my cock so well.” He pulls out, hands tight around your waist as he slowly thrusts you, you gasp and squeal, he didn’t even need to try to hit your gspot. He speeds up, enough to feel that sharp pressure of his head poking at your cervix, his name spilling from your mouth.

“Such a good girl, do you like that?” Ramming into you, your legs wanted to drop as he fucked you numb, his big hand grabs your hair, yanking your head upwards, “answer me.” He grits, you couldn’t, you couldn’t even compose words as he fucked every syllable out of you.

You didn’t answer, he shoves your head down, slamming onto the desk painfully, you wince and he picks up pace, “I told you to answer me,” drilling into you, you’re stomach twisting into a tight knot.

About to reach your hard orgasm, he only fucks harder, screaming out a gasp, “fuck! Your cock feels so good Sir!” You cry.

Your moans and screams were music to his ears, only inching him closer to stuffing you with his kids, “such a good little fruit, you’re sucking me in so good.” He groans, your cum coating his dick, he picked up your arms by the metal chain of the handcuffs, using it as leverage to demolish your insides.

Your wrists sore, makeup dripping down your eyes along with your tears, hair a mess, legs numb and shaking ready to give out, “I’m-I’m gonna cum again!” You wailed, he didn’t change his pace, cock stroking against your sweet spot.

“Do it.” Hips sputtering, only slowing down slightly, you become his cum disposal, dumping his seed into your hot cunt. He’s groaning, panting lightly; throwing your second orgasm into the mix, your slick and his cum pouring down his cock and your thighs, you shook profusely, he massaged your ass with his hands before unlocking the cuffs and pulling you up, dropping to your knees and huffing.

“You took me so well.” He purrs into your ear whilst picking you up by the armpits and placing you in the chair, he wipes under your eyes where most of the mascara was and brushes your hair out of your face, crouching down to your level and pulling your panties over your knees, you lift up a little so he can pull them up completely while watching his every move.

While you composed yourself, he walked back around to his desk, gathering papers together in a stack, “we can finish writing tomorrow, how about that princess?” You smile and nod, relived he wouldn’t put you through the torture tonight.

“Sure,” you say, standing and trying way too hard to walk normally, you pick up your bag and keys, walking towards his office door.

“See you in class tomorrow, professor.”