#They are my friends but they kinda hate me too
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sharlsworld · 21 hours ago
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༘˚⋆𐙚。⋆ opposites attract — 𝐎𝐏𝟖𝟏 ❁
( 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 )
( 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 )𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗄,𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋
✫ my first oscar smau in honor of the australian gp 🥹
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yn
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yn me when the waiter said they don’t offer shirley temples
francolapinto i like shirley temples too…i can make you a shirley temple
⤷ yn i think i’m too young for you
⤷ francolapinto aren’t you 21?
⤷ yn yeah i thought you liked 31 year olds??
⤷ francolapinto OH umm….
⤷ alex_albon Damn she clocked you
⤷ francolapinto OH WHO IS YOU ����
arthur_leclerc biggie
⤷ charles_leclerc Don’t be rude Arthur
⤷ yn yeah arthur ur just mad i didn’t bring you any food back for you fattie
⤷ arthur_leclerc oh so i get growled at for calling her biggie but she doesn’t for calling me fattie?
⤷ charles_leclerc No you’re older you should know better
⤷ arthur_leclerc i can never win 💔
alexandrasaintmleux my favorite date 🥰🥰
⤷ yn my favorite sugar mama 🙂‍↕️
lilymhe How does one look so pretty whilst doing the most normal things?
leclerc_pascale My beautiful baby girl 😍🥰🥰
⤷ yn love u maman 🩷🩷
lando when are you gonna stop stealing your brothers girlfriend and get your own boyfriend?
⤷ yn whenever i want butt muncher. not like anyone lives up to my standards anyways
⤷ lando i might know someone
⤷ carlossainz55 No
⤷ yn and who would that be
⤷ charles_leclerc stop trying to get my little baby sister to date your gross friends lando
alex_albon why are your last 7 posts pictures of you eating
⤷ yn what is it a crime to enjoy good food now or what??? GOSH JUST SAY YOU HATE ME AND YOU THINK IM UGLY AND WANT ME TO DIE
oscarpiastri I love shirley temples
⤷ arthur_leclerc 🤨 whaddomeanbythat
⤷ oscarpiastri What is it a crime to express my love for shirley temples now or what?
⤷ nicolepiastri I’ve never seen you drink a shirley temple in your entire life
⤷ oscarpiastri Mommmmmmm
⤷ georgerussell63 Shhhhhh little Oscar is finally shooting his shot
⤷ alex_albon With his step auntie?
⤷ georgerussell63 Not now Alex go have Lily read to you or something
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yn
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yn went to milan for pasta, and to support charles ig, mostly lewis…but not really…i miss carlos. sorry not sorry CHARLOS4LIFE
georgerussell63 Ooh girl you’re radiating black cat energy
⤷ alex_albon I was bouta say
alexandrasaintmleux My babyyy 🥰🥰❤️
⤷ yn my sissy 🥹🩷
carlossainz55 My ride or die 🤞🏽🤞🏽
⤷ yn they could never make me hate you carlos sainz 💙💙 i’m williams’ number 1 fan now
⤷ williamsracing @scuderiaferrari got your girl 🤣
⤷ scuderiaferrari awh HELL NAHH
oscarpiastri Did you get your shirley temple this time?
⤷ yn indeed i did
⤷ oscarpiastri And how was it
⤷ yn i guess it was alright, it could be better
⤷ oscarpiastri I could make you a better one next week in Australia if you like
⤷ charles_leclerc Wait a damn minute
nicolepiastri You beautiful girl
⤷ yn thank you mama piastri 🥰🥰
⤷ pierregasly YOO IS BUG FINALLY GONNA GET HER FIRST BOYFRIEND???
⤷ yn ho did you just…
⤷ pierregasly I apologize but this is so exciting
francisca.cgomes Ooh lala 😍😍😍
lilymhe I miss you queen I’ve actually been having conversations with Alex to pass by time 💔
⤷ alex_albon Oh thats great to hear 🥲
danielricciardo I just know you fcked some pasta UPPPP
⤷ yn yardy know it dan
lewishamilton Thank you?
⤷ yn you’re welcome dafuq
hattiepiastri face card is insane
⤷ yn oh stop it you 🤭
⤷ pierregasly YOOO BUG GOT THE WHOLE FAMILY HYPING HER UP
⤷ yn pierre…
⤷ pierregasly Once again, I apologize I’m just so invested in this I actually can’t help it
charles_leclerc I’m kinda hurt Leo got to go but I had to stay at the hotel…
⤷ yn i didn’t want to turn into the third wheel
⤷ charles_leclerc yeah right i turn into the third wheel whenever you and alex are together
arthur_leclerc the B in bug stands for biggie
⤷ yn i just watched you pound back 5 chocolate croissants in 3 minutes fattass 🤣🤣🤣 try eating a salad for once double wide
⤷ alex_albon DAMNNN SHE CLOCKED YOU TOO
⤷ oscarpiastri No one humbles you like your own sister
⤷ arthur_leclerc oh who is you 😒
⤷ yn shut up porky go scarf down a hamburger or something butterball
⤷ alex_albon clockedddd
⤷ pierregasly Defending Oscar????? Omg I love this so much please please please never stop 🙏🏽
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yn
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yn i’m here australia
pierregasly Everyone shut up my show is on
maxverstappen1 This early? 👀
⤷ yn boi why you stirring the pot 🤨
mclaren papaya on top 🧡
⤷ yn fosho 🧡
arthur_leclerc Put the food away lil bro
⤷ yn eating all this food AND not working out AND i’m STILL skinner than you 🤣🤣 try harder you fuckin loser 🤕
⤷ alex_albon DAMNNNM ik arthur HATES to see bug coming ⏰😭
mercedesamgf1 Pretty gal 🤩🤩🖤
⤷ yn 🖤🙂‍↕️
alexandrasaintmleux And who took this picture cause I know it wasn’t me 🫣
⤷ yn you’re supposed to be on my side
williamsracing 😍😍
⤷ yn 😘😘💙
charles_leclerc Hey why are you there before me??? What are you up to 🤨🤨
charles_leclerc I better not see any pictures or videos of you with a certain aussie on tik tok
lando i spy papaya. and who drives a papaya car? oscar piastri. and where is oscar piastri from? australia. and where are you? australia. THEY’RE DATING GUYS I CRACKED THE CODE!!
⤷ yn onto something or on something??
scuderiaferrari OUR girl 🥰😍😍
⤷ yn 🫣❤️❤️
oscarpiastri Care to join me for a shirley temple later tonight?? :)
⤷ yn sounds lovely ;)
⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOOOO :’)
⤷ charles_leclerc WOAH WOAH WOAH OSCAR THAT IS YOUR AUNTIE YOU SICKO
⤷ alex_albon HELL YEAH OSCAR SHOOT YOUR SHOT BRO
⤷ danielricciardo Oscar gettin rizzyyyyy
⤷ lando that’s my boy 🥲 they grow up so fast
f1 collecting f1 teams like infinity stones
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yn
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yn what a view
pierregasly YOOOOOOOOOOOOO
arthur_leclerc who dis r
leclerc_pascale So cute mon amour 🥰
⤷ nicolepiastri It was so nice meeting your daughter Pascale! She’s just a ray of sunshine, I’ve never seen Oscar smile so much 😂
⤷ leclerc_pascale Thank you Nicole! Your son is the sweetest he’s been treating y/n so well while she’s been Australia she’s loving it so much over there it’s gonna be hard to get her back home 😂😂 we’ll have to meet up soon!
⤷ nicolepiastri Yes we’ll have to go to lunch with the kids so we can embarrass them with their childhood stories and pictures LOL! 😂
⤷ pierregasly No one knows what this means to me fr
⤷ charles_leclerc YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS MAMAN???? YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME??
⤷ leclerc_pascale Let your sister be happy Charles and be glad she’s talking to a kind man who treats her well instead of one who is mean to her.
⤷ charles_leclerc Wait you lowk right
⤷ charles_leclerc Wait sorry I forgot I was talking to my mother
pierregasly kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ francisca.gomes kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ alexandrasaintmleux kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ carmenmmundt kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ georgerussell63 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ alex_albon kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ lilymhe kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ charlotte2304 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ lorenzotl kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ charles_leclerc what the hell it’s not like i can keep you from dating any longer. kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ lando KISS DAMN IT
⤷ oscarpiastri Okay
⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOO BRUHH I DID THAT
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yn
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yn i love you australia
pierregasly YOOOOOO CALL ME RN OMGGG
⤷ yn pierre…
⤷ pierregasly CALL ME BUG
⤷ yn ok damn
⤷ francisca.cgomes maybe it is a good thing that f1 is back this week…
charles_leclerc ❤️
⤷ pierregasly YOOOO HE GOT THE APPROVAL
nicolepiastri Australia loves you too ;)
⤷ pierregasly yooo 😏🤨
lorenzotl “Australia” sure
⤷ yn 🤫
⤷ pierregasly YOOO
arthur_leclerc at least you’re eating fruit
⤷ yn yeah you should try it once in while fuckin pot belly pig
⤷ alex_albon CLOCKEDDD
⤷ arthur_leclerc Do you really have nothing else better to do?? 😒
⤷ yn DO YOU HAVING NOTHING BETTER TO DO YOU FUCKING LOSER
⤷ alex_albon ⏰⏰⏰
oscarpiastri I love you Monaco
⤷ leclerc_pascale Monaco loves you too ;)
⤷ pierregasly YOOO THIS IS CRAAAZY
⤷ oscarpiastri Do you just constantly refresh instagram to see new comments?
⤷ pierregasly Durrrr
danielricciardo Okay just out here lookin all radiant and shit
lando oi who’s that handsome bloke in the last slide? 😏😏
⤷ yn 8️⃣1️⃣
⤷ pierregasly YOOO QUIT TRYNA BE ALL SNEAKY AND JUST HARD LAUNCH!!!!!!!!!!
⤷ charles_leclerc Yeah guys it’s pretty obvious you two are already dating
⤷ charles_leclerc I mean you started dating a week after meeting but who cares it’s obvious you guys are never breaking up
⤷ yn wow thanks for outing us thick neck bitch
mclaren Welcome to the papaya family! 🧡
⤷ scuderiaferrari Hey that’s our girl
⤷ mercedesamgf1 Guys…cmon…she’s literally obsessed Toto, she’s ours
⤷ williamsracing You’re all fighting for second, we got Carlos so that means we got y/n
⤷ yn ladies ladies there’s enough of me for everyone 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️
🝮
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri I’ve been taking up photography lately, what do you guys think?
pierregasly YOOOOO BRUHH YOU GUYS ARE LIKE BASICALLY MARRIED NOW
charles_leclerc No funny business 🤨
francisca.cgomes oscar don’t know what to do with allat
⤷ oscarpiastri Trust me, I do
⤷ pierregasly YOOO GETTING FREAKY ON THE MAIN?? OSCAR PIASTRI???? FREAKY?????
lando So you guys basically have me to thank for this whole relationship 🤷‍♂️
yn get my good side 🙂‍↔️
⤷ francisca.cgomes girl every side of you is good 😘
⤷ alexandrasaintmleux So photogenic it makes me mad 😾
⤷ yn you guys literally look like angels all hours of the day
leclerc_pascale Mon petite fille 🩷🩷
danielricciardo I bet Oscar took this picture just to take it like she didn’t even have to ask like he’s just the type of guy to do that
⤷ maxverstappen1 Oscar is the type of guy to see something his girlfriend would like and buy it on the spot
⤷ alex_albon Oscar is the type of guy to take pictures of cute animals and sunsets to send to his gf and be like “thought of you”
⤷ georgerussell63 Oscar is the type of guy to go to the wake up at 3am and make his girl food because she said she was hungry
⤷ pierregasly Yoo my boy Oscar is the type of guy who would let his girlfriend put her feet on his face and be unbothered
⤷ lando oscar is the type of guy who would be to scared to be rough with his girlfriend in bed
⤷ yn you’d be surprised…i know i was
⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOOOOOO
⤷ lando oscar you dirty boy 😈😈
⤷ maxverstappen1 Where did polite cat Oscar go?? 🤨
⤷ danielricciardo Oscar you naughty naughty boy what have you been up to this week 😈😈
⤷ oscarpiastri I put my phone down to make y/n a grilled cheese and tomato soup and this is what I come back to?
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yn
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yn this is my husband guys we eloped 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨
pierregasly YOOO ARE YOU FR????
oscarpiastri We didn’t elope guys we literally just started dating last week
⤷ charles_leclerc The talking stage lasted barely 6 days before he asked her out guys
⤷ leclerc_pascale When you know you know
⤷ nicolepiastri One day he was introducing her to us as his friend a week later he texted the family group chat “we’re dating btw” 😂🩷
oscarpiastri In a few years baby 😂
⤷ pierregasly Yo this got me feeling all giddy and shit 🥹 oh young love
⤷ yn bro’s gonna be 30 next year 😟 old asl you’re gonna get arthritis soon
⤷ georgerussell63 I know Oscar is never bored with bug
⤷ oscarpiastri Definitely keeps me on my toes…don’t be surprised if I start graying in the next few months guys
⤷ leclerc_pascale Mon chou quit giving Oscar such a hard time please
⤷ yn i can’t help it maman it’s just who i am
⤷ oscarpiastri I’ll gladly take worry lines and gray hair as long you’re by my side ❤️
⤷ yn omg stoppp do you like me or something 🙂‍↕️
⤷ oscarpiastri I like you a lot
⤷ oscarpiastri Give her minute she had to step outside to calm down
⤷ yn omg i like you too
⤷ arthur_leclerc they’re commenting all this while sitting by each other btw
charles_leclerc Out of everyone in the world I’m glad you ended up with Oscar because I didn’t think anyone else had the patience to deal with you and your standards other than your own family
⤷ yn ok rude 🖐️ fuck out my face
⤷ oscarpiastri Let’s go get some ice cream and take a walk on the beach honey
⤷ yn comingggg 😋😋😋😋
⤷ danielricciardo And they lived happily ever after
pierregasly yo 🥹❤️
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jungwnies · 2 days ago
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roommate from hell - oscar piastri (4/5)
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୨ৎ : pairing : oscar piastri x gn!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : forced into an accidental roommate situation, oscar and you struggle with clashing habits, sarcastic banter, and unexpected tension…until frustration turns into something much deeper.
୨ৎ : genre : romantic comedy & light angst (barely...) ୨ৎ : tws : forced proximity, mild conflict, emotional tension, and mutual pining. ୨ৎ : wc : 1242
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
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You paced around your room, phone pressed to your ear as your friend tried very hard not to laugh at your situation.
"So let me get this straight," they said, their tone already way too smug for your liking. "You overheard Oscar telling Lando that he doesn’t know if something is happening between you two, and now you’re spiraling?"
"I'm not spiraling," you said, stopping mid-step. "I just—Why did I even care what he said? I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me. We’re just… tolerating each other at this point."
Your friend hummed in a way that made it very clear they did not believe you. "Uh-huh. And tell me, when he said he doesn’t know if he feels something, what did you want him to say?"
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.
That stupid sinking feeling was still sitting in your stomach, the same one that had hit you the moment Oscar didn’t say he felt something. Because, for some reason, you had wanted him to.
You groaned. "I hate this."
"You hate realizing you have a thing for your roommate?"
"He's not—" You paused. "Oh, my God. I don’t have a thing for him."
Your friend snorted. "Right. You just spent the last fifteen minutes freaking out over nothing."
You flopped onto your bed, staring at the ceiling. "I’m not freaking out. I just… Maybe I got used to him being around."
"Uh-huh."
"And maybe it’s kinda nice that we get along now."
"Mhmm."
"And maybe—maybe—it was kinda shitty to hear him sound so unsure about me when I was kinda sure about him."
There was a pause.
Then, finally, your friend said, "Babe, you’re so screwed."
You groaned, rolling onto your stomach. "I know."
You did your best to shake off the whole feelings crisis after that, but something about it still lingered in the background. You weren’t weird around Oscar, but you definitely weren’t normal either.
And it didn’t help that he was completely unbothered. He went about life as usual—making coffee for two without a word, leaving his gym bag in the hallway, making sarcastic remarks at you over dinner. You had convinced yourself that nothing had changed, even though it absolutely had.
The only real difference was that now, you were hyperaware of him.
The way he smelled when he came home after a workout. The way he concentrated when playing some mindless game on his phone. The way he leaned against the counter when talking, all relaxed and casual.
It was fine. It was fine.
Until it wasn’t.
Almost a month had passed since the roommate disaster began, and suddenly, Greg was back in your lives.
It started with an envelope on the counter, casually placed there like it wasn’t about to cause problems.
You stared at it, then at Oscar. "What’s this?"
He didn’t even look up from his phone. "Greg dropped it off while you were out."
You hesitated before picking it up and reading the note attached.
Greg had finally gotten your security deposits back.
Which meant you were no longer stuck in this apartment together.
Which meant if you wanted, you could leave.
Oscar looked up when you went quiet, glancing at the note in your hands. "Oh."
You blinked at him. "Yeah."
Neither of you said anything for a second.
Then, finally, you cleared your throat. "So, I guess this means we don’t have to keep sharing the place if we don’t want to."
Oscar nodded slowly. "Yeah."
Another pause.
Neither of you moved.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "Do you… want to move out?"
Oscar’s gaze flickered to yours for just a second before he shrugged. "I don’t know. Do you?"
You didn’t answer right away.
You should have said yes. You should have said you were looking forward to getting your own space again, to not having to deal with the thermostat war or the way he left his shoes directly in front of your door.
But for some reason, you hesitated.
For some reason, you weren’t entirely sure.
"Guess we’ll figure it out," you said finally, setting the envelope back down on the counter.
"Yeah," Oscar said, his voice unreadable. "Guess we will."
The weirdness settled in after that.
Not bad weird. Just… weird.
You noticed how neither of you acknowledged the envelope again after that conversation. It sat on the counter for two days, untouched, like a silent reminder that things had to change but neither of you wanted to be the first to say it.
You still moved around each other in the apartment like normal, still bickered over stupid things, still stole his hoodies, still watched bad reality shows on the couch.
But it felt… different.
Like there was something else hanging in the air between you.
And Oscar noticed.
At first, he didn’t say anything, but you caught him watching you a little longer when you were talking, tilting his head slightly like he was trying to figure something out.
Then, one night, after dinner, he finally said something.
"You’ve been weird lately," he said, watching you over the rim of his water glass.
You nearly choked on your drink. "Excuse me?"
He set his glass down. "You heard me."
You frowned. "I have not been weird."
"You have," he countered, completely unfazed. "You’ve been acting… different. Quieter. Less annoying."
Your face deadpanned. "Less annoying?"
"Yeah." His lips twitched, like he was enjoying this. "Almost like you’ve been thinking too much. And not about how to sabotage my thermostat settings this time."
You scoffed, trying to act casual. "Maybe I just ran out of energy to deal with your deeply flawed way of living."
Oscar leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. "Maybe."
There was a pause.
Then he said, "Or maybe it’s about the deposit letter."
You immediately busied yourself with wiping an already clean spot on the counter. "Why would it be about that?"
Oscar didn’t answer right away. When you glanced up at him, he was watching you carefully.
"You tell me," he said simply.
You felt something in your stomach twist.
For a second, you thought about just admitting it. About saying I don’t know why I haven’t packed my bags yet. I don’t know why I don’t want to.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you forced a smirk, grabbed your cup, and turned toward your room.
"Well," you said over your shoulder, "if you think I’m being weird, you should’ve said something sooner."
Before he could respond, you disappeared into your room, closing the door behind you with a soft click.
You exhaled, leaning against it for a second.
What the hell were you doing?
It was just a lease. Just an apartment. Just a temporary situation that had somehow turned into something too comfortable.
You were supposed to leave.
You were supposed to want to leave.
But now, with the deposit in hand and the option finally there, the idea of not seeing Oscar every day, of not sharing space with him, of not arguing over the smallest things just for the fun of it…
It didn’t feel as easy as you thought it would.
And judging by the way Oscar had been watching you, you weren’t the only one feeling it.
You climbed into bed, forcing yourself to ignore the feeling.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, you’d bring it up.
Maybe.
Or maybe you’d just wait for Oscar to do it first.
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pinkbowsxo · 3 days ago
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Corrupted Innocence - Part 1
Choi Su-bong x F!Reader
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summary: being in a group of friends with thanos, se-mi and nam-gyu. the four of you always did things together. it’s no surprise that you're thanos' favorite in the group, you're the complete opposite of him and you're so innocent, to him it was nothing but a huge turn on.
warnings: swearing, smoking, vaping, pervy su-bong?
comments: basically su-bong having a innocence kink, reader has blonde hair and wears a lot of pink, au with no games, innocent and naive reader, kinda pervy su-bong?
a/n: okay hi, i’ve never used tumblr before and i’ve never published a story that i’ve written before so i’m so sorry if this is bad lol (i wrote this at 2 am too) anddd english is not my first language so i checked for mistakes but there probably still are a few, so you guys can correct me and i’m open to requests and if anyone likes this i wanna make a part two and possibly more parts so let me know!!
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When you walked into the living room, Thanos' eyes immediately fell on you. He leaned back against the wall, his purple hair contrasting with his dark clothes. He took a drag on his vape and exhaled slowly as he watched you talk to Se-mi.
He had kissed you before, at a few parties or at the club when you both had too much to drink. But fuck, that wasn’t enough. He wants to wrap his hand around your tight throat while your eyes roll back in the back of your head, he wants you to look up at him with those big, adorable eyes while you suck his-
"Thanos?" He suddenly heard his name come out of your mouth, bringing him back to reality. He straightened up, backing away from the wall, his tattoos moving slightly with the movement.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice low and husky, the result of years of smoking. “What’s up, angel?” He looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on your body a few seconds longer than necessary.
He always called you angel because he thinks you look like an angel. You liked the nickname he gave you. "We're ordering pizza, do you want some?"
Thanos watched as your innocent face scrunched up a little, waiting for his answer. God, you really were like an angel. 'Yeah, get me a pepperoni.'
“Okay, got it,” you said as you added it to the order on your iPad.
From his position, he could see you leaning forward slightly, the way your blonde hair slid over your shoulder, the innocent pink sweater clashing sharply with his own dark aesthetic. Damn, he wanted to mess up that perfect hair and ruin your flawless makeup.
"Su-bong, you want a coke with your pizza?" You know he always washes down his dinner with a glass of coke.
"Yeah, for sure." Sometimes you say his real name and he loves it when it rolls off your tongue.
You ordered the pizzas and then quickly turned off your iPad. As you put it down, you continued to talk to a Se-mi.
Thanos watched as you continued to chat with Se-mi, your voice soft and melodious. He couldn’t help but feel a mixture of desire and frustration. You had no idea of ​​the dirty thoughts running through his mind, the way he imagined himself taking off that pink sweater, leaving you breathless and flushed.
He then sat down on the chair next to the couch where we were sitting. "What are we talking about?" he asked in a low, rumbling voice that demanded attention. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Se-mi, and lingered on you for a moment.
I turned my head to him. "I was telling Se-mi how I saw two people we know from uni kissing in the bathroom there." You said with a small laugh.
Thanos raised an eyebrow. His face lit up with amusement. "Really? Who?" He leaned forward slightly, genuinely curious. But more than that, he was intrigued by the casual way you spoke about seeing people kiss. Did you even realize how innocent you sounded? How naive? It was adorable.
"Do you remember Ju-won? That asshole I told you about, he was with a girl from my class. I thought they hated each other, I guess I was wrong." You chuckled a little before turning your head back to Se-mi.
Thanos leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he took another drag on his vape and then slowly exhaled the smoke. “Yeah, well people surprise you.” His eyes flickered to you for a moment, noticing the way your cheeks flushed slightly as you laughed. God, that little blush did things to him.
"Yeah, well, you never know what they're hiding under the surface, I mean, most of the time we see people coming together that we weren't expecting anyway." Se-mi said, shrugging her shoulders.
You knew that Se-mi was right.
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Then finally the doorbell rang, knowing our food was finally here, you got up from the couch and walked to the door before opening it, you got the food from the delivery guy and then gave him a tip before he left.
You walked with all the pizza boxes and drinks to the coffee table across from the couch and placed everything on the table.
"Can someone get Nam-gyu? Tell him the food is here." I asked as Nam-gyu, who was still hanging out on my balcony and smoking another cigarette.
"Nam-gyu!" Thanos shouted. Nam-gyu stuck his head out of the balcony. "What?" he shouted, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. Thanos waved him away. "Dinner's here, get your lazy ass inside and close the fucking door, it's cold as shit in here." Nam-gyu grunted as he threw the cigarettes away, knowing I didn't want any mess on my balcony, he finally entered, closing the balcony door behind him.
Then we all sat down on the couch, got our pizza boxes and the drinks we ordered. Except for you, because you always tell yourself you don't want soda and then you just drink Su-bong his coke.
Thanos grinned at you as you reached for his coke and took a sip. He loved how you always did that, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You looked at him, still holding his glass, and realized what you had done. “Oh, sorry, I should have asked first.” You put his glass down and gave him an awkward smile.
“No,” he said, seeing your face flush a little again. Fuck, that innocent look did something to him every time. He reached out and grabbed his coke. “You can have it if you want.”
He then handed me the glass as I gave him a small appreciative smile before taking another sip.
"Fuck man, change the channel. This shit is boring as hell." Nam-gyu said as he sighed loudly at the tv. You turned the tv to a random channel earlier, only to hear some background noise.
Se-mi, who had been eating her food in silence, suddenly perked up at the suggestion. "Ooh, how about watching a horror movie?" she asked eagerly, her eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, sure, if there isn't too much blood,” you said, knowing you would throw up if there was.
"What are you twelve?" Nam-gyu said in such an annoying way. "You know we're not going to pick something with a lot of blood, right?" Se-mi said as she turned to me. "Okay, but please, no fucking ghost movies, those are so dumb." Thanos said, joining in the conversation.
Thanos took the remote from your hand, his fingers brushing yours as he did so, he began scrolling through the movie options. He could feel your eyes on him and it made him wanna laugh. He knew exactly what he was doing, he picked a movie that would make you jump out of your skin.
A little bit into the movie, it was bad. The only one who couldn't watch it with a straight face was you. "Oh my god, is this your idea of ​​a not so gory movie?" Of course you were way too naive to trust him to pick a movie I could handle.
He grinned when he saw you grip a couch cushion so tightly that your knuckles turned white. You were definitely not hungry anymore.
He turned his head towards you "Why so tense?" he asked you, he was teasing you on purpose.
Thanos grabbed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles as he tried to calm you down. As the movie continued, he felt your fingers tighten around his, your breath catching every time a jump scare came. He was enjoying this far too much, your innocence, your fear.
He wants to slowly take away your innocence, little by little.
And this is just how he would start
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cat-mermaid · 2 days ago
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HAHAHA SUCKERS I LIED THEY ALL TRUE
you heard of the year without a santa claus? well i had a year of living in a small rednecky town in pennsylvania!
with a guy 10 years younger than me who was living outta his backpack like that guy from hotel Transylvania!
we met at a convention (illuxcon) and were moaning about how broke we were (i had to quit my last job cus they couldn't give me enough hours and i couldn't find anything else and was running outta funds and facing the fact that i could no longer afford to live in New York city or near it) and he was talking about how (insert tragic family history here) and so he's basically homeless and the irony is that his giant 3 story (4 if u count the attic?) family house that generations of his fam lived in, has been up for sale for years, but cus of HOUSING CRISIS 2008 no one is moving into his hometown and they can't even give that house away at this point!
so after the con, instead of getting back on the bus back to NY, i end up going with him back to his hometown, on a lark. and man were things grim there (no jobs, people moving away, tons of substance abuse) and we check out his old house. It was waaaaay far from the town and tucked away, no neighbors around and surrounded by woods and we just end up spending the night there and woah hey holy shit they have an old fashioned water pump thing out back:
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then i find out theres this... thing? out in the woods away thats like some kinda ancient big shed/small building (technically it was on county land or something? it had one of those maintenance sheets in it that hadn't been signed in 10 years) that has a bunch of pipes and equipment in it? and oh my god right down near the bottom is a single small outlet that fucking has power! and i get this crazy idea
hey man wat if we just, live here? like for a bit while we get our shit together? I can get one of those mobile hotspot things and a mini generator/mini fridge. We just gotta get a buncha long power cables, daisy chain them from there to the house and we're good?
and we did it! and it was great! and the WHOLE FUCKING TOWN KNEW AND HATED US SO MUCH
cus when you live in a place like that there NO secrets, everyone is up in each other's grill 24/7
the cowboy town thing was basically: one day we snuck in, had fun, tried to leave by walking across the field behind the place so we could circle around back to the parking lot, got spotted by a bunch of white trash kids on dirt bikes who damn well knew who we were, then got forced to go back to cowboy town because those fuckers absolutely were gonna reenact that one scene from Rango if we tried to go past them:
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but some of those assholes worked at the cowboy town too, and we could hear them radioing their fellow employees back in town, telling them to fucking get us
so yeah cut to the two of us fucking metal gear style sneaking around the outskirts of a shitty tourist cowboy town so we could get to the parking lot unmolested....
...where i found that someone had hucked a rock at my truck's windshield
COOL
and if you're wondering why, if everyone knew we were in that house, why no one called the cops? Small towns in that part of america have a weird mentality? We're going to openly ignore things/situations/people we find distasteful in order to keep up the appearance of a nice friendly community to the outside world, but quietly try to drive you out by making you feel unwelcome as hell?
i could go on but i think i've painted a pretty good picture of that time
eventually a friend on the west coast offered me decent-ish job and free stay in her in-law unit out back if i did housework/yard work and i said fuuuuck yes also can my friend i'm squatting with come? no its cool he's making so much money from online poker now? Like stupid good money??? we've just be sitting around this house for a year ignoring a whole ass town lazer focusing their hate at us while we play video games/online gambling
good times but those days are over!
fuck it. tag game
make a poll where the options are two truths and one lie and have your followers guess the lie
I’ll go first
npt: @starkissed-mars @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft @garden-of-runar @loozerboykisser @aesthetic-writer18 + anyone else who wants to <3
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onnahu · 2 days ago
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Cang Qiong Corporation AU
Making up the Scum Landlord AU opened me to the amazing possibility of SVSSS in office settings. Yue Qingyuan is the CEO, and the peak lords are the board of directors. The disciples are interns or just lower stance workers.
SQQ is the Marketing director, they call this depertament as Qin Jing, since it's supposed to make the company feel more friendly and comforting for the employees. It might have worked if SQQ wasn't The Worst Boss. Is everything working great? Yes. Are the employees terrorised? Yes.
SQH is in Operations Menagement, called An Ding. To be cute and all. He's actually a decent person, but somehow there's literally not one day people can catch more than 5 minute break a day. Where all that work comes from???
Mu Qingfang is in Human Resources. He would be good. He would be nice. He would think up the most insufferable team bonding excersises in existence. People love him and hate him equally.
Qi Qingqi is the head of Finances. She hates her job and is very clear about it. She won't quit from pure spite. As the only woman in power, and knowing she would be replaced with another man, she does her job so fucking good. Whenever she has a say, she employs only female workers. That's why she doesn't have a say. Somehow, most people under her are, in fact, women.
Wei Qingwei is the IT director. He also kinda hates his job but it does pay well, and also because of that he can be in regular contact with his crush work friend Mu Qingfang. Also he is really good at tech stuff. Actually the only thing he really complains about is that now he has to do the administrative job of a director and not, you know, IT things.
Last but not least, Liu Qingge. It's totally not that I forgot about him almost published and then in cold sweat realised I remembered one of my favourite characters exist and i should propably put him in here too. Not at all.
Anyways, Liu Qingge is the head of Legal departament. Before falling deep into the Corpo Trap, he had a short but extremely successful career as a prosecutor. Then he menaged to put some big fish into prison for 70 years and got into danger with mafia. The rumors are he was in the witness protection but the whole thing is very hush-hush, so it's all mostly speculation. Anyways he, just like Wei Qingwei, hates being a director. He is good at it. Doesn't help at all.
Now you may ask, who is Shen Yuan in all of that? And I'm honestly not sure. I think he's Yue Qingyuan's Personal Secretary, just so he can be in all the right places to make everyone smitten with him. Also, I don't think he and SQQ are related. You know. Just to make another relation possible.
That's it for now
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waynes-multiverse · 2 days ago
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Oh Alex, I loved this so much!! It gave me so many feels, especially that ending 😭😭🩵
“Dave and Manny. They sound familiar,” you said, tapping your chin with a pen out of habit, even though you weren’t writing anything down. You brightened with recognition. “Oh! Didn’t they serve with you?”
N'awww, same Manny? What a fun crossover 😂🫶
“Look, I like Russell. What can I say, after what he did for you? For me,” Charlie said. “But…I don’t have to like what he does, or what it’s doing to you.”
So true, honestly. I can totally see his big brother point here. As much as we love Russell, he's not exactly boyfriend material (we still may try, tho 🫠)
“Paul, I would appreciate it if you would just…call me by my name. In a more professional capacity, just like I do for you,” you said. “Sweetheart, honey, that kind of thing just doesn’t make me feel very respected in the workplace.”
Yes!!!! Tell him off, girl!!!
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Your non-smile dropped further. You really didn’t know where to start on this one.
SAME. Take a hint, dude 😝
Chris gave you a wry look. “Sure. You really have a boyfriend, or are you just trying to let me down easy?”
Oh God, I hate men like this! I once turned down a dude in the subway by saying that, and he asked, "How serious is it?" I mean... speechless 🙈😭🤣
“Hey, sweetheart.” This time, you paused…and you smiled too. There he was in all his rugged glory. Russell Shaw. 
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“I know damn well, but I’m also selfish,” you said.
Loved her honesty here 😂 But c'mon, Russell, think next time!
“Oh shit. Prof’s got game,” one of her friends whispered.  “Yeah, a lumberjack,” she replied.  “Hell, I’d climb him.” The girls giggled quietly as they continued to make their way down the hall.  Your hand rose to cover your mouth while your face burned hot in embarrassment. Russell, damn him, was smirking like the Cheshire cat. You shot him a little glare. 
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“Yeah? You gonna be waiting pretty for me?” you teased.  “You bet,” he agreed. He leaned in close to say lowly in your ear, “But not as pretty as you’re gonna be when I get you all laid out for me. Get myself reacquainted with every sweet part of you.”
Killing me here... 🫠
Russell at home, wating for her:
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Oh dear Lord! That whole office scene was so incredibly hot! I'm requesting a sequel on her desk 🔥🤪
“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen that movie,” you said. “Practically any movie, for that matter.” “Hey, I’ve seen stuff…it’s just, you know, we didn’t really have much access to pop culture growing up,” Russell said. 
Awww, I love that you picked this up! The books really got into that more than the show, too. I had fun with his lack of pop culture knowledge in TCF as well. It's kinda like SB all over again in a way 😂💚
He understood Tracy, Doug’s wife, even better now. He had been better able to sympathize with Doug too, because for the first time in his life, he had someone to come home to. Someone who was actually waiting on him to come home. It was a bigger responsibility than he thought it would be. 
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No, stop it with the feels 😭😭
And then their love confession! So beautiful!! And then you put the nail in my coffin with this line:
even though it hadn’t been all that long…he thought you might be the one that finally stuck.
My heart is so full for them! I do hope he can get out of it then, and they can be together all the time 🥹❤️
Lost Time
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Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader
Summary: When Russell takes longer than usual on a job out of town, you realize how hard it is to live half a life with him.  
AN: I’ve been wanting to get to this for a while now! Here’s a sequel story in the Every Second Counts world. Also, this is one of my entries for @jacklesversebingo!
Prompt: “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”
Word Count: 4.9K
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, fluff upon fluff, implied smut, mild spice.~ **DOES NOT contain spoilers for 2x02. This was written long before the new episode came out. But look out for the little announcement at the end. Some (smutty) bonus content on the way!
💜 Series Masterlist || Jacklesverse Bingo Masterlist
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Wolfing down lunch alone in your office usually meant you wouldn’t be disturbed. That distraction tended to come in the form of either Dr. Goldstein, History Department Chair (AKA: your boss), or Chris Belmont.
The latter was a language arts professor who liked to pop in on you when you were alone in the teacher’s lounge, often trying to revive yourself with a cup of Keurig coffee. Or he’d sit down next to you (uninvited) and talk your ear off.
Today, however, you made time for your brother between bites of your admittedly sad ham sandwich. You held the phone to your ear while you ate and tried to resist the urge to answer emails. This was the first month that he’d gotten phone privileges. You wanted to give him your undivided attention.
Not to mention, you genuinely wanted to know how Charlie was doing in rehab. He told you that his leg was healing up well after the surgery to repair the damage from Eddie Mendez’s bullet. Charlie was also getting put through his paces in the substance rehabilitation program, but he sounded truly sober. He sounded like himself.
“I finally get visitors this weekend,” he said. “Dave and Manny are coming by.”
“Dave and Manny. They sound familiar,” you said, tapping your chin with a pen out of habit, even though you weren’t writing anything down. You brightened with recognition. “Oh! Didn’t they serve with you?”
“Yeah, they were in my unit on the first go-round,” Charlie said, with a tone of fondness that you recognized. You remembered now. Those guys were like his brothers during his first tour of Iraq. He’d come home for a few months afterward, changed. You saw it behind his eyes.
And then the second tour. That was what almost killed his spirit.
“It’s good that you guys reconnected,” you said. A smile graced your lips. Charlie needed all the support and familiarity he could get, and coming from his brothers in the Air Force, it was all you could ask for really. “You got time to see your little sister?”
“Ha. Younger maybe. Definitely not little.”
“Whatever, gimpy,” you teased. He’d told you that he hated his crutches, made him feel like an old, one-legged pirate.
“I think I can pencil you in,” he said. There was good humor in his voice. “How about the Mountain Man? How’s he doing?”
Your smile dimmed. You twiddled your pen between your fingers. “He’s…good. He’s on a job right now, so I don’t think he’ll make it back in time for this weekend. But I’m sure he’d wish you well. He asks about you every time he comes home.”
“Oh, yeah? How long’s he been gone for this time?”
Your lips pursed. “Couple weeks.”
Three, and counting.
“But he’s supposed to get back next week.”
“Have you heard from him?” Charlie asked.
“Here and there,” you replied, leaning to one side of your desk chair. “He’s not really supposed to contact anyone when he’s on a job.”
“Mhmm.”
“Charlie,” you warned. You knew what he was thinking, even by that placid tone of his voice. Your brother sighed on the line.
“Look, I like Russell. What can I say, after what he did for you? For me,” Charlie said. “But…I don’t have to like what he does, or what it’s doing to you.”
Your teeth clenched, but you tried not to bristle. You knew he was just looking out for you, for once like an older brother should.
“I know what you’re saying, but we’re good. I’m good,” you said. “I knew what I was getting into…”
You saw Dr. Goldstein peek into the narrow, rectangular window in the middle of your office door. He gave you a little wave through the glass.
“Hey, Charlie, I’m sorry but I need to let you go. My boss wants to talk to me,” you said.
Another heavy sigh. “All right, I get it. Evade an unsavory conversation by playing the ‘boss’ card.”
Despite yourself, you smiled. “It’s true! Look, I love you. I’ll see you this weekend.”
“Oh, fine. Evade away… Love you too,” he said begrudgingly, but in the kind of way that told you he was smiling too.
You hung up with him and beckoned Goldstein inside. He let himself in and closed the door behind him before he approached your desk. He didn’t have a stack of essays in his hand, so you counted that as a small blessing. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, however, he dropped a familiar bomb on you.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, sweetheart, but would you mind taking over my 5:00 p.m. class tomorrow? I have to step out early for an appointment,” he said.
You grated internally, for more than one reason. Primarily at the way he once again called you sweetheart. In your whole life, you’d only ever given one man permission to sweetheart you, and it certainly wasn’t Paul Goldstein.
“Well, my schedule is a bit tight tomorrow, but I think I can make that work—”
“Great! Thanks again, sweetheart,” he said, already getting up from the chair across from your desk to head out. Your voice stopped him at the door.
“Ah, you know…” You stood up from your desk. Part of you was hesitant, but the other part of you—the part that had survived nearly being shot and killed in the woods—stood firm. You rounded your desk but left a respectable distance between you and your boss.
“Paul, I would appreciate it if you would just…call me by my name. In a more professional capacity, just like I do for you,” you said. “Sweetheart, honey, that kind of thing just doesn’t make me feel very respected in the workplace.”
Goldstein blinked in surprise. He was taken aback, you could tell, as if what you’d said had never once occurred to him. Or maybe he just never thought you would call him out like that. You saw him mentally calculating though. After some recent sexual harassment allegations in the Sciences department, he likely didn’t want the headache and the red tape of an HR writeup.
“Of course. I’m sorry if I… Well, I hope you know I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said.
“I know, Paul,” you replied. But what you didn’t say was, It’s all right. 
The longer you remained quietly poised with your hands laced in front of you, the more Goldstein seemed to get the message. Eventually, he cast his gaze away and left your office with a parting nod. 
When the door shut behind him, your shoulders slumped as you let out a deep breath. You grabbed onto his vacated chair to steady yourself, smoothing your hand down the length of your pencil skirt. 
“Well, okay then.” You smiled to yourself and grabbed your phone and keys off your desk. That small win deserved an afternoon coffee break.
You ventured over to the faculty break room and started setting up an extra-large mug of coffee from the Keurig. Pumpkin spice, here I come. Finally PSL season. 
While you waited for it to percolate, you checked your phone and found no missed notifications, no calls or texts from your boyfriend. Biting the edge of your lip, you gave into the urge to check your text thread with him. 
Hey, just checking in. You okay? 
That was the last text you sent Russell, a few days ago. The fact that he hadn’t had time to read it worried you.
It had been three weeks since he left town on another job for the Horizon Group. He was able to reply here and there on some jobs, but often you had to deal with days of radio silence in between. This time, it had been a full two weeks since you last spoke to him–a five-minute call after he checked into his hotel, somewhere in Belize.
Despite your attempts otherwise, not a day had gone by where you hadn’t thought about him, worried about him, wondered where he was, and what he was doing. 
Even after four months, this arrangement hadn’t gotten easier. Sometimes, it felt like you were living half a life without him.
The coffeemaker chiming briefly broke you out of your melancholy, but you let the coffee sit there and cool while you deliberated with your phone in hand.
You tried to resist, since you didn’t want to bother him…but you ended up sending him another text. 
Hey. I don’t want to distract you. Just want you to know… 
I miss you.
“Oh, look who’s here.”
You looked up, already wanting to expel a breath of annoyance at the familiar voice. You plastered on a polite smile and turned to see exactly who you expected to see: your colleague Chris. There was really nothing wrong with the French and Spanish professor…except that he talked too much, and was often too eager to get into your business.
“How’s your day going?” he asked. After he grabbed a soda from the fridge, he parked himself in front of you and laid a hand on the counter. With one of the round dining tables so close, it ensured that you would have to squeeze by him in order to leave.
“Pretty good, just have one more class before I head out for the day,” you said. You intended to just make amiable conversation, but you didn’t realize you’d just given him an opening.
“You know, me too. Just my freshman Spanish 1 kids. Dumb as doornails really. They barely even look up when I talk,” he said. “Literally, I could be reciting Mein Kampf and they wouldn’t even know I was speaking German.” 
You couldn’t quite smile. You opened your mouth to reply, but he beat you to it.
“Hey, since we’re going to be clocking out soon, maybe you want to go for a drink with me. I know this bar. A little rough, but the price is right and the food’s not bad. This place called Howley’s,” he said.
Your non-smile dropped further. You really didn’t know where to start on this one.
“Ah, well—” you began, but again, he cut you off.
“To be honest, I’ve kind of been meaning to ask you for a while. I just uh, haven’t been able to find the right time. Since, you know, our class schedules don’t seem to match,” he added with a boyish smile.
He was cute, you could admit, with the dirty blonde hair down to his ears and the dark brown eyes. But it didn’t shake your resolve.
“Look, Chris. I’m sorry, but—”
“Is because we work together?” he said, once again interrupting you. “The whole workplace relationship thing?”
“No,” you said. It was sharper than you meant through your annoyance. “I actually have a boyfriend.”
Chris’s excited-nervous energy gradually deflated, his eyes dimming.
“Really? I’ve never seen you with anyone,” he said.
You quirked a brow at him. “Well, he doesn’t work here, so he wouldn’t really need to come to campus.”
You didn’t tell him that Russell was Dory’s older brother, and had in fact been on campus a couple of times. You shouldn’t have needed to explain it.
Chris gave you a wry look. “Sure. You really have a boyfriend, or are you just trying to let me down easy?”
You almost gaped at the man’s audacity. Instead, your lips pressed together, and your head tilted as you stared at him incredulously.
“Does it matter?” you asked.
He blinked. “Uh, what?” 
“Whatever I say next, are you going to believe it?” You finished dumping in a couple of tiny creamer cups into your likely lukewarm coffee, and you took the styrofoam cup to-go. “Good luck with the freshmen.” 
You slid past him and left the teacher’s lounge. Your path took you, brusquely and irritated, back to your office. You couldn’t help but replay every bit of your interactions with Goldstein, and then Chris, in your mind like a bad movie. 
Jesus Christ. If I have to deal with one more idiotic man today, I swear—
Speak of the devil, and he appears.
There was a man leaning against your office door, his hands in the pocks of his jeans. He looked up at your approach, and he smiled. 
“Hey, sweetheart.”
This time, you paused…and you smiled too. There he was in all his rugged glory. Russell Shaw. 
You dumped your coffee in a nearby trashcan and hastened over as quickly as you could in your skirt and heels. Russell bent down to sweep you up into his arms, and you leaned up on your toes so you could wrap yours around his shoulders. You buried your face into his neck, inhaling the familiar mix of his cologne and spicy soap. 
“Missed you too,” he said, a deep rumble. It washed over you pleasantly. 
“I thought you weren’t getting home until sometime next week,” you said, trying to work past the thick well of emotion in your throat. Maybe he heard it in your voice anyway, because Russell soothed a hand over your hair and pressed a kiss near your ear.
“Got finished up early,” he said, with that familiar grin of his. You could hear it in his voice.
You slipped your fingers through his long dark hair. Then you leaned back enough to see his face. 
“How’d you know I wasn’t in class?” you asked. 
He raised his hand off your back to point up at the sign on your door. It displayed your office hours and the times you were in class. He shot you a wink.
“I might’ve called Dory too,” he said. “She invited us over for dinner tonight. I said we’d be there around seven.”
You tsked and smack his chest, making him flinch. 
“Hey!” he protested with a laugh. 
“Don’t agree to stuff without me! Now we’re going to be out all night the day you get back,” you said in annoyance. 
Russell smoothed down your proverbial feathers, namely by slipping his hands down your back and comfortably settling on your waist. 
“Now, come on,” he cajoled. “Need I remind you that she’s my sister, and your best friend, by the way?”
You waved a playfully dismissive hand.
“I know damn well, but I’m also selfish,” you said. You gripped the edges of his familiar green jacket and tugged him closer again. “I want you all to myself tonight.” 
Russell’s grin kicked up into high gear. “Oh, yeah? What for?”
You smiled and leaned up on your toes again, your lips approaching his. 
“I’m gonna—”
“Hey, Professor!” 
Just then, one of your students walked by with a gaggle of her friends. She gave you a little wave, and then an amused look when she noted how you and Russell were intertwined. You quickly set your heels back on the ground and dropped your hands from him. 
“Oh shit. Prof’s got game,” one of her friends whispered. 
“Yeah, a lumberjack,” she replied. 
“Hell, I’d climb him.”
The girls giggled quietly as they continued to make their way down the hall. 
Your hand rose to cover your mouth while your face burned hot in embarrassment. Russell, damn him, was smirking like the Cheshire cat. You shot him a little glare. 
“Shut up,” you said. 
He chuckled, and he allowed you to take his hand and lead him into your office. He closed the door for you, but that was where the chivalry ended. 
He hooked his arm around your waist and brought you flush against him. A stunned yelp escaped you. You grabbed onto his arms on reflex, craning your face up to meet him. A smile played on your lips, before he captured them in a kiss filled with heat, and the torture of longing, only broken by your shared relief.  
You had the presence of mind to reach behind him and lock the door. Russell took that as an invitation to back you up against your desk, knocking down a carton of pens in his wake. You held his bearded face and gave him as much as he asked for. Until the pace of his kisses eventually slowed and warmed into something more tender, with the brush of his hand against your cheek. You smiled a little against his lips. 
He ended up being the first to pull away. His thumb brushed your chin next, and then your thoroughly kissed bottom lip. 
“God, I missed you,” he said. You saw the sincerity in his eyes, all the heat and play and teasing aside.
“Me too, baby,” you replied, and your voice was heavy with the truth of it. You slid your hands down his arms. Suddenly you remembered your internal checklist for whenever he came home. “You okay? No hospital stays or checkups needed?”
Your hands continued their perusal over his chest and down his sides. Russell took your hands and un-busied them. 
“Completely fine. Everything went off without a hitch,” he said. 
You eyed him more warily. After a moment to try and discern if he was downplaying for your sake, you were able to take him at his word. For now. It wouldn’t be the first time he tried to hide an injury from you. You intended to complete a further examination later tonight. You smirked a little at the thought.
“Okay, I’ve just got one more class in a few minutes. Then I can get out of here,” you said.
“All right,” he nodded. “I’ll meet you at home then.”
Your smile turned cheeky. You flattened your palms down his chest, plucking at the edges of his jacket.  
“Yeah? You gonna be waiting pretty for me?” you teased. 
“You bet,” he agreed. He leaned in close to say lowly in your ear, “But not as pretty as you’re gonna be when I get you all laid out for me. Get myself reacquainted with every sweet part of you.”
“Oh, really?” you said, trying to taper your blush. There was something entirely wrong and right about him talking dirty to you in your own office. You grinned as he began to press tantalizing kisses down your neck. “I guess I’m going to be the appetizer tonight.” 
His chuckle resounded in your ears. Russell squeezed your hips and brushed his lips against your skin. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing, making small volts of electricity zip down your spine. Warmth plumed between your legs as his beard gently rasped along your neck. 
“Sweetheart, you’re the whole damn meal,” he said, in that voice of his, smooth and baritone and perfect. 
Your blush intensified, even as your smile couldn’t help but brighten at his words. He nipped just under your ear, earning a stifled whimper from you.
“Are you trying to get us in trouble?” you whispered.
“Hey, I don’t work here,” he teased. His lips never left your skin. “I just reap the benefits.”
You fought against the urge to pinch his side. You grabbed your phone from your desk and checked the time. Shit. Almost 5:00 p.m.
All the while, Russell continued to torture you. His hands were no better than his mouth, caressing a path from your waist to your hips, then squeezing your ass as he pressed you more fully against him. He hummed against your neck.
“Oh, please don’t do this to me,” you whined, even as you clung to the front of his jacket and pressed your forehead into his shoulder. “I have to get to class in like, five minutes.” 
“I’ve accomplished quite a lot in five minutes,” Russell said. His nibbling along the shell of your ear was all too distracting as you laughed. 
“Oh, I know,” you dryly replied. “But if I let you get your hands on me now, I’m most certainly not going to be able to lecture on the ancient civilization of Mesopotamia.”
His smile grew. “I like it when you talk nerdy to me.”
Your laugh turned into a giggle. Still, your duty to your students won out. You had to press a gentle hand against his chest to push him back.
Russell let out a long-suffering groan, but he pulled away from you without losing his smile. He tucked an errant strand of hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek. 
“I’ll see you at home,” he said. 
You agreed, though when he aimed to leave, you couldn’t resist the urge to smack his ass on his way out of your office. 
He stopped short and twisted back, pointing a knowing finger at you. 
“You don’t play fair, missy,” he said. 
You smirked and tossed a kiss at him.
“See you later,” you said.
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You loved Dory. You really did. But after a day like today, you were happy to finally be home after dinner at your best friend’s house. You were happy to be where you were in this moment, lying in bed with Russell, wearing nothing but one of his old shirts as Speed played on the TV against the wall. 
“You didn’t leave me…I can’t believe it. You didn’t leave me,” you quoted along with Annie, Sandra Bullock’s character. 
“Didn’t have anywhere to be just then,” Jack (the beautiful Keanu Reeves) said on the screen. The couple shared a kiss, and you let out a happy hum, making Russell look down on you in amusement. He had an arm wrapped around you as you laid tucked against his side.
“I have to warn you,” you said for Jack. “I’ve heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.” 
“Okay,” Annie (and you) replied. “We’ll have to base it on sex then.”
Jack smiled. “Whatever you say, ma’am.”
As the movie came to an end, you sighed and lowered the volume as the credits rolled. 
“How’d you like it?” you asked.
“Was good! Even though my movie buddy decided to quote half the cast,” Russell quipped. He prodded at your side like a pianist playing a Mozart cantata, making you flinch with a squawk of laughter. You grabbed his hand to try and stop him. 
When he finally let up, you sighed and caught your breath, leaning against him again.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen that movie,” you said. “Practically any movie, for that matter.”
“Hey, I’ve seen stuff…it’s just, you know, we didn’t really have much access to pop culture growing up,” Russell said. 
You sobered up; you were reminded that he didn’t have a normal childhood, even less so than yours. 
“That’s okay,” you said, resting a comforting hand on his chest. “I’m gonna keep helping you catch up, long as you want me to.”
Russell smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I appreciate that.”
You closed your eyes in content. 
“So,” Russell said, interrupting your peace. You heard the mischief in his voice before he even said anything else. “Am I gonna have to knock this Beaufort guy on his ass, or you got that one covered, slugger?”
You huffed in amusement. 
“Belmont,” you corrected, opening your eyes again to shoot him a wry glance. “And there won’t be any ass-kicking needed on that one. Just a typical hard-headed man with a slighted ego.”
“Oof, cut him some slack, baby. You’re a hard one to let go of,” Russell teased. You smiled.
“Hey. Don’t butter me up unless you intend to do something about it.”
“Oh, my apologies,” he said. He turned over and waylaid you with kisses along your jaw, then down the column of your throat, and further still, until he met the edge of your shirt. You felt his hands move under the hem of it, slowly bunching up the material as they slid up your body.  
Your first coming together when you two got home tonight was fraught, and a bit wild—the kind that nearly broke your headboard (again). 
Now, Russell seemed to want to take his time. He guided your shirt up, inch by inch as his lips explored whatever small expanse he bared, from the soft skin of your stomach, to the swell of your breasts. He stopped there, laying a sweet kiss in between them. You watched him with deeper breaths, but you softened when he turned his smile up at you. You saw nothing but affection in his eyes. 
“You know, the best part of my day is coming home to you,” he said.
You had to blink past the sting in your eyes, and swallow past another lump of emotion in your throat as you reached down to caress his cheek.
The hardest part of mine is watching you leave.
But you didn’t dare say that. You just guided him back up to your lips, and met him with a heated kiss.
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You were nearly asleep when Russell finally came back to bed, after double-checking that the house was all locked up. He installed a more sophisticated security system a few months ago. It made him feel slightly better about leaving you alone. 
He padded back over to the bed and joined you on his side. You rested your head on his shoulder again, and he slid an arm around your waist. 
“Charlie’s doing well in his program, huh?” Russell asked. 
You’d been talking about your brother with him and Dory at dinner. 
You nodded. “Looks like it… God, I’m so proud of him. He’s really worked hard.”
Russell hummed deeply. “Glad to hear it.”
You glanced up at him, for a moment admiring his profile. He looked down and met your gaze.
“How long are you going to be home?” you asked, because you couldn’t stop yourself.
When you and Russell first started dating, he tried staying at a motel for a few weeks. You eventually invited him to just stay with you when he was in town. It made it easier to spend more time with him, since you worked a full-time schedule anyway. It was nice to come home to him, when he was here. After the surprise wore off, however, the fear always returned.
When is he leaving next?
“I don’t have another job lined up just yet,” Russell admitted. “Wanna take a couple weeks off, since this one lasted so long. I’m sorry about that.”
You were glad to hear it, so you nodded, but you had a feeling your true thoughts weren’t as well hidden as you intended. Russell searched your face.
“How’re you doing with all this?” he asked.
Your heart seized up, but you tried to play it off.
“What do you mean? We had some good food, good catching up on ‘90s movie magic, good making up for lost time,” you said playfully. You slid your leg across his lap. Russell welcomed you, drawing a hand up your thigh and under his shirt that once again hung loosely from your body. You had to reclaim it from somewhere between the sheets.
He still raised his brows at you. “You know what I mean.”
Slowly, your smile fell. Your gaze lowered. 
“Russ, I’m doing my best.”
“I know you are, sweetheart, and I appreciate that. You don’t know how much,” he said, stroking your back. “I just, uh…I know this is hard on you.”
He understood Tracy, Doug’s wife, even better now. He had been better able to sympathize with Doug too, because for the first time in his life, he had someone to come home to. Someone who was actually waiting on him to come home. It was a bigger responsibility than he thought it would be. 
You sighed. 
“Look, I’m not going to lie, this…it’s been hard as hell,” you began, closing your hand around his. “But I love you. I love you, and I still think we have a good thing here.”
That warmed him, reminded him why this was worth it. Russell nodded in agreement, and he crossed the few inches of distance that allowed him to kiss you, good and slow. 
“I love you too,” he admitted. He could count on half a hand the number of times that happened in his life, but even though it hadn’t been all that long…he thought you might be the one that finally stuck. 
Your pretty smile was just one piece of evidence. You gave that to him, and you reached up for a kiss. He obliged you in turn.  
“How about we put a timeframe on it then,” he said, after parting softly from you. 
You tilted your head in confusion, tinged with disbelief. “What?”
“How about you give me…’til the end of the year,” he said. “I know I’ve been taking a lot of jobs lately. It’s because I’m pretty close to my goal. I’ve almost got enough to find some good real estate and start working on that bar.”
Your drowsiness fell away completely as your excitement grew for him.
“Oh my God. Russ, that’s amazing!” 
Your support softened him that much more, deepening his smile. He framed your face with a hand and stroked your cheek with his thumb.
“Here’s a promise,” he said. “Six months, and no more missions. No more jobs. You’ll be stuck with me, so much that you’ll probably get sick of me.”
Your smile grew to radiant proportions.
“Hmm, maybe a little,” you teased, “but I’ll make that sacrifice.”
He grinned and drew you into another kiss. You paused, holding his bearded cheek. 
“Thank you,” you said. Russell shook his head.
“Aw, sweetheart,” he said. “You never gotta thank me for that.”
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Summary: Welcoming Russell home, where he belongs. (18+) 
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only angel - ʟɴ⁴
the one where she hits it off one of his driver friends, and meets a new version of lando in the very same night.
part one | part two | part three | part four | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten
contains; fluff, dom!lando, nsfw, smut; manhandling, oral (m & f), slit-fucking?, fingering, orgasm denial, kinda voyeurism?, squirting, crying, degradation kink, praise kink; talks of loss of virginity, swearing.
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‘glamour on the grid’, they called it.
“it’ll be fun!” keegan exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders. “come on, lando.”
the four were sat in a sports bar somewhere in melbourne — the group being lando, lily, keegan, and max. lando wasn’t quite sure why they’d gone to a bar, when only two of the four would be drinking — max and keegan — but he’d agreed nonetheless after lily said she wouldn’t drink if he couldn’t.
“and it’d be good for PR,” max added, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows. “come on, bob.”
“yeah, do it for the team!” the younger boy nodded enthusiastically.
lando sighed and flitted his gaze over to the girl beside him, “you’re going, right?”
“i mean, i have an invite.” she shrugged. “but i don’t have anyone to go with, it’s a pairs kind of thing.”
“go with me?” he asked softly, “i don’t wanna be on my own.”
keegan went to speak, probably to say something like ‘you’ll have us!’, but max kicked him under the table as to say — ‘shut up, they’re having a moment.’
“yeah, of course.” she smiled softly, the subtlest of blushes spreading across her cheeks when he kissed her forehead briefly — going unnoticed by all but max.
“so, that’s settled, and you need a suit, mate.” max nodded. “do you need a dress, lala?”
lala.
that stupid nickname max had for her — only the quadrant crew called her that. it was her initials, ria had written them down wrong one day, (they were three letters how did she even get that wrong?) and thus ‘lala’ was born.
“yeah, i do, i’ll just ask dior or something,” she shrugged, almost laughing at the nickname. “do you want me to get you a suit too, lan?”
“yes please, you know my sizes and stuff — i’ll just match you.”
max was sat there, watching the two talk, and something was different. the way lando’s gaze lingered a little more than it usually would, how his voice was soft and low, the look in his eyes that made her seem like she’d hung the stars in the sky.
and even keegan noticed it too. the way lily would blush a little deeper than usual for her, the way she was either constantly touching or looking at him in some way, and her inability to have anything but a smile on her face gave her away completely.
maybe they were dating? no, surely they’d have told them by now.
maybe they were…? the boys basically had no idea what was going on there, but they were going to find out.
-
lily wasn’t impressed, whatsoever.
it wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t with her, it was the fact he was with her, of all girls, of the girl he was having sex with for gods sake!
lando and callie had been chatting all night, and it was pissing lily off — she was very aware of her jealousy and she couldn’t give a fuck.
she was this beautiful blonde girl, tanned with the prettiest eyes lily had ever seen, and the most contagious laugh ever recorded — shit, lily would have taken her out herself if she wasn’t madly in love with the boy she currently had her hand on the arm of.
“you look fucked off,” max pointed out as the two laughed about something.
“i’m not,” she snapped, before sighing and realising that maybe max would be able to see through her lie. “okay, maybe i am, but that’s none of your business.”
“just go and flirt with someone else,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “lando’ll hate that, he almost— actually, that’s a story for another day. just go and find someone else to piss him off with.”
“i don’t want to piss him off though.” she sighed.
“oh, so there is something going on with you and bob then?” max caught her, smiling widely.
she had given herself away.
lily could have made up a lie about why she was annoyed — her time of the month, her dress was itchy, it was too hot — but no, she just let the truth fall from her lips.
in all honesty, everything was perfect, but she wanted her boyfriend— no, best friend to be by her side like he usually was.
“just don’t say anything, okay?” lily huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “i’ve only told lex and i don’t know who he’s told, carlos maybe.”
“i won’t, secret is safe with me, as long as this ends in a relationship.” max teased.
she rolled her eyes, before picking up her lemonade and heading off to find her new man for the evening.
-
“no way, i worked with them not too long ago,” he said, crossing his leg over the other as they sat in the quiet corner.
“yeah, i asked them to send me this for tonight last minute,” lily smiled, gesturing to the white sparkly dress clinging to her body. “and well, if this is last minute i really need to up my standards.”
he laughed in response, the adorable gap between his front teeth showing — and no, it wasn’t lando.
lily ainsley was sat with, and had been for the past hour, sir lewis hamilton… talking about fashion of all things.
“we should set up a collab or something,” lewis added, lily nodding as he reached for his drink.
unfortunately, lewis’ hand brushed hard enough against lily’s full glass to send it flying off of the table, somehow not breaking it, but getting lemonade all over the floor and a bit on the bottom of her dress.
“oh my god,” he gasped, clapping his hand to his mouth. “i am so sorry, lily, is it on your dress?”
“only a little bit, don’t worry.” she shook her head with smile, “it’s warm, it’ll dry.”
she couldn’t help but laugh as lewis’ panicked eyes stared at her nonchalance about the situation — lando had spilled many of drinks down her top when he was drunk on nights out — so this was quite minor.
“let me buy you another drink, please?” lewis said, clasping his hands together as he chewed on his lower lip.
“okay, yeah.” she shrugged, a free beverage of any kind was something lily never turned down.
they reached the edge of the busy bar together, and lewis saw the slightly anxious look in her eye, so he simply held his arm out for her to link through.
she mouthed a kind, ‘thankyou’ to him, before they made their way through the swarm of bodies together.
“dude, where’s lily?” keegan asked lando, tapping his arm, while he held up a piece of fabric that had come off of his designer jacket. “i wanna ask her where the fuck this goes.”
“i’m pretty sure that’s your pocket…” lando furrowed his eyebrows. “she’s around here somewhere.”
“what, she’s not with you?” keegan asked, looking at him confused — those two were usually a package deal.
“no—”
“oh there she is!” the australian exclaimed. “oh, fuck nah, she’s with lewis… i’ll go over later.”
“she’s with lewis?” lando’s head snapped up, searching for lily’s familiar face in the foreign crowd. “as in— what the fuck?”
there she was, in all of her angelic glory, laughing softly with one of his childhood heroes — well that was a sight he thought he’d never see.
lewis’ hand was loosely around her waist, mostly to stop her being swept away by the bustling atmosphere of the crowd.
to lando, it was a declaration of war.
-
the uber home was filled with a tense silence, the lingering scent of annoyance and jealousy tainting the air. neither of them spoke, either too stubborn or too pissed off with the night’s antics to talk.
her phone lit up, max fewtrell.
max fewtrell: let me know how it goes with sunshine. he was real pissed earlier. worse than when i broke his gaming chair. good luck!
“lewis?” lando spoke up roughly.
“what?” she looked up from her phone after she’d unlocked it.
“too busy talking to him to listen to what i’m saying, wow.” he huffed, god was this boy dramatic.
“sorry, i thought you were too busy with callie to acknowledge my existence.” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she replied to max.
‘he’s in such a piss. i should have just left it be. i hate your ideas, fuck you!’
“oh please, you were all over lewis! he’s double your fucking age, lily!” lando snapped, raising his voice at her — something he never did.
“well maybe that’s because you were too busy being a slut to acknowledge my existence!” she shot back.
he laughed, he fucking laughed.
the rest of the ride was silent, it wasn’t even tense — something was looming, lando was planning something, she could tell.
the uber was paid and tipped gratefully, and the two took the elevator back to their hotel room. his hands weren’t on her, which worried her a little — either she had upset him, or he was saving it for once they were behind closed doors (she hoped it was the latter of the two.)
the door closed behind them, and it was like a switch flipped inside of the brit.
“a slut, huh?” lando chuckled lowly, grabbing lily and throwing her over his shoulder roughly.
“lando— put me down, lando!” she hit his back, with no real force — but she didn’t want to seem desperate.
“shut up.” he grumbled, putting her down on the floor so she was stood up.
“thank—”
his hands were on her hips, spinning her away from him. lando’s large hands managed to undo the zip on the back of the dress with ease, before he pulled it down and pushed the item off of her body.
he smirked to himself as she let him, not protesting as he spun her back around to face him.
“on your knees,” he nodded, unbuttoning his shirt.
she looked up at him, dazed and very turned on by this new version of lando she was met with.
“are you deaf?” he snapped “i said on your knees.”
lily got her knees gently, the cold tiles of the floor making the position a little uncomfortable.
he nodded, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek — she knew what he meant, wordlessly telling her to get to work.
his belt was undone by her slender fingers, and to her surprise, he wasn’t fully hard, meaning she was actually going to have to—
no, the first brush of lily’s fingers on his shaft sent it upward, slapping up against his abdomen. the thought of teasing him swirled around her mind briefly, but the look in lando’s eye told her to think otherwise.
a warm splatter of saliva dripped onto the tip of his cock, lubing the tip as she then took it in her mouth. her lips expertly wrapped around him, taking him deep down her throat straight away, swirling her tongue around every part she could reach. he groaned, clenching his jaw as he began to thrust slowly into her mouth.
she bobbed her head to meet his thrusts, tears welling in her eyes as he crammed his cock into her mouth.
“so much more polite with my dick in your mouth, aren’t you, angel?” he said, almost sweetly.
she made a muffled sound around him, not daring to pull off until his seed was deep in her throat.
her jaw was starting to lock, and the tears spilled down her face.
lily could feel him twitching inside of her mouth, and she was about to speed her movements up, when he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
loosely wrapping a hand around her throat, he pulled her gently, getting her to stand up, before pushing her onto the bed.
“ass up,” he commanded, helping her a little as she buried her face in the pillow.
he gazed down at her white underwear, clearly soaked and most likely ruined. one clean swipe rendered them (and her) useless, her panties tossed across the room with any dignity she had left.
“don’t even deserve to be fucked,” he muttered, taking his cock and pushing it though her folds, notching at her entrance.
he positioned his cock so it sat snugly in her puffy folds, bumping up against her clit every time he pushed forward.
“you think lewis could make you feel like this, baby?” he spoke cockily as she shuddered, thighs clenching as he pushed down her slit agonisingly slowly — holding back his own moan.
“n-no,” she choked out, moaning as her lower tummy fizzed with need.
“then why were you with him?” he pried, knowing the real reason — he’d spoken to max.
“tryna’ make—” she moaned softly as he brought his thumb forward to toy at her needy entrance. “get your attention, didn’t like seeing you with her.”
“so you were whoring yourself out with my rival?” he questioned lowly. “you could have just told me you were a pathetic mess for me, you know?”
her body was so hungry for him, pushing back against his slow thrusts into her slit — that the tears from earlier in their escapades resurfaced, streaming down her face.
he knew she was crying, but until there was an apology for calling him a slut, there wouldn’t be any letting up on her.
lando continued to thrust forward, her whimpers quiet and low. so, in aid of not being able to hear her, he slipped two fingers inside of her weeping entrance — pumping them hard and deep with no warning.
her slick was dripping onto his dick, coating it in a warmth as it slid back and forth though her folds. the previous stimulation of being buried deep inside of her throat helped him get close quickly, and he could tell she was close by the way her hips jerked when he scissored his fingers apart.
but he was closer than she was, and a sick though passed through his head and into his movements.
the brit pulled his fingers from her, grabbing his cock and pumping it on top of her ass. he let out a guttural groan, shooting thick webs of cum over her perfect ass and picturesque back — “fuck, stay there.”
she sobbed and whined out as his fingers left her hole, feeling empty without his digits stuffed deep inside of her.
he leaned down off of the bed and fished his phone out of his pants pocket, before repositioning himself as before.
“let me take a photo, yeah, baby?” lando asked roughly. “look so fucking pretty like this.”
she hummed, pushing her ass up toward him. flicking to the camera, he placed his hand on her lower ribcage, pulling her marked body back toward him, and snapped a photo.
“lando,” lily whimpered, thighs shaking a little at the loss of her much needed high.
“i’m sorry, what was that, lils?” he asked condescendingly, flipping her from her tummy onto her back. “wanna repeat that?”
“lan,” she murmured, lower lip caught between her teeth.
“oh, pretty baby,” lando teased, leaning over her so their faces met. “shoulda’ though ‘bout what you wanted before you decided to be a bitch.”
“i’m sorry,” she murmured. “didn’t mean it, promise, ‘m so sorry, lan.”
“there she is,” lando switched, his whole mentality flipped based on a few words. “there’s my pretty girl.”
“‘m sorry,” she repeated, tears streaming down her face.
“i know you are, i know you didn’t mean it.” he reassured her, pressing soft kisses to the tear stains on her cheeks. “tell me what you need, and i’ll give it to you, angel.”
the addition of the please popped on the end sealed the deal for him, and he nodded, gently connecting their lips as to say — sorry for being a prick.
“mouth, need your mouth.” she nodded quickly, “please.”
“mhm, there’s my good girl.” he praised, nodding at her as he gazed into her soul.
lando pressed kisses down from her throat, through the valley of her breasts, over her tummy, and softly began his mission to bring his girlfriend— no, best friend into a world of mind-bending pleasure.
“open up for me baby,” he asked softly, placing his hands on her inner thighs.
she spread her legs shakily, letting him have full access to her slick pussy.
lando flattened his tongue against her pussy, groaning against her as he lapped up her juices. he circled her clit, pressing his thumb into her entrance to tease her.
she clenched around him, moaning softly as he closed his lips around her clit, gently sucking it as he replaced his thumb with two thick fingers, sliding into her tight heat with a little resistance. lily whined, clenching around his digits as he set the same pace he had previously kept.
“lan…” she let out a guttural groan, eyes rolling back. “fuck— gonna cum…”
it was embarrassing how quickly she came, inner walls convulsing around his fingers, legs shaking, liquid gushing from her and a large portion of it spraying into his mouth.
he whined into her pussy pathetically, drinking her up without hesitation. “so pretty,” he murmured, toying with her clit as her hips bucked away from him.
“my pretty girl.”
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the morning drew in, and the tanned arms around her body stayed here, tightening every now and again.
“morning.” he said groggily, lifting his head from the crook of her neck.
“good morning.” she yawned softly.
“i’m um… sorry, about yesterday.” lando began softly, “just um… i just didn’t like you and lewis, and i went the wrong way about it completely, i‘m sorry,” he sighed, blinking at the girl. “i shouldn’t have been with callie, i went there with you, not her.”
“it’s okay, lan, really, i overreacted — but i promise you, nothing is there with me and lewis, he’s just a friend i promise.” lily reassured him, gently carding her fingers through his soft curls.
“i know, i was being a twat.” he pursed his lips. “i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay, i promise.” she nodded softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“why don’t we make an agreement?” lando suggested. “while we’re doing this, there’s no one else. we’re like… exclusive to each other.”
a soft blush spread across her face, and she smiled at the boy wrapped around her.
“yeah, yeah that sounds good.”
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god this one was actually so hard to write i almost died — more coming soon!
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evolnoomym · 1 day ago
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Made Of Pain❄️
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Grumpy!Joel Miller x Emotionally Constipated f!OC
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Summary: You have your routine, a way of having fun but without catching unnecessary feelings. You play this game so well, that is until you decide to play with Joel Miller. Maybe this time you take it too far.
Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!
Word count: 2.4K
Authors note: Hello Friends 🫶🏻 Here I present Maneater!Moon/ emotionally constipated!Moon to y’all, she’s a mess and I hope y’all enjoy this story.🩵
Please let me know if you are interested in more, since there are possibilities for a sequel. 😏
Warnings: no y/n, F!OC, Moon as always, Maria & Tommy are a couple, Moon hates men, she’s definitely toxic in this one butttttt for a reason, daddy issues(duh), alcohol consumption, hints towards sa (not with Joel), implied age gap, Moon is kinda badass, smoking, lots of cursing, name calling, slight femdom vibes, she has a tattoo, protected p-in-v action, hard sex as a form of self-punishment, blood, eating blood (I guess???), inner conflict. If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻
Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🩵
And shoutout to @joelmillerisapunk & @always-andromeda for proofreading 😇
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. 😂🫶🏻
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You were happy that Maria found the guy of her dreams, really. Tommy was a good one and as long as he didn’t make any mistakes you would accept his presence.
-In the beginning he had to really try and get on your good side,- because you judged every move he made.  
At the end of that night he felt inclined to share his observation “So, you don’t like people, huh?” Tommy was not wrong.
 “I don’t, no, not most of them at least. Men, specifically, I find to be quite the disturbance.” You gave Tommy the famous look, one that he later described as “similar to Medusa’s stare.”
And it’s true, you don’t like them, men. They always gave you reasons to despise them. Whether it was your Dad lying to you all the time, abandoning you for a new life and instead choosing to love the bottle more than his daughter or all those guys who seemed kind in the beginning and then turned into depraved monsters, taking and taking whatever they could. Nowadays you play them like they did you, making them fall for you and then kicking them out. Break hearts to feed your own ego. To you it’s a game, be the hunter or be the prey. And you don’t ever want to be the prey again. 
You’re brought back to the present when Maria’s soft voice cuts through the recollections “So, what do you think?” 
Right. She had asked you to go out with her, Tommy and his older brother. 
“Uhh, sorry. Tell me again why you think this is a good idea?” 
“He is your type, older, and I thought maybe you two would get along?” 
You shake your head “No, I think you want me to date your boyfriend’s brother so we can go on those awful double-dates. Fuck no.” 
Maria lets out an annoyed huff, “Would it really be so awful to finally stop these power games and trust again?” She knows that you want to be loved, Maria is the only one who knows what hides behind the stone cold facade you built up. 
“You know I can’t.” Your words have a sense of finality to them so Maria doesn’t even bother arguing. 
“Just promise me not to play with him?” 
“I won’t play with him.” 
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Tommy picks Maria and you up around 8pm, when you slide into the backseat you’re confused finding the other backseat empty.
“Well hello, Thomas. Where’s the old man?”
You ask in a fake sad voice.
“Well…hello Mooni, he’s meeting us at the bar. And maybe ya shouldn’t call him by that name once we’re all together.” Tommy replies.
“Or what? Will he throw a fit over getting a little teased?” You laugh at the prospect.
“You’re laughing now, but he might, he’s a little grumpy so don’t poke the bear too much. Just looking out for you.”
“I think I can handle myself, but thanks for the heads up,” and with that you fall into silence for the rest of the car ride.
The bar is a neat little establishment Tommy had first met Maria in, so it’s special to them. You don’t dislike it entirely but still could see yourself in a different place.
As you make the order for everyone’s drinks at the bar it doesn’t take much longer and you catch a gruff, more weathered version of Tommy swagger in. It must be Joel. He isn’t unattractive but he looks like an asshole and that is your kinda guy. Those are the ones you have the most fun breaking down; they deserve it.
After confirming the order and table number, you make your way back to the others. Joel is tall, which you notice as he gets closer. He looms over the table, casting a big shadow with his broad shoulders, strong stance, and a cute butt. He must feel your presence at his back, because he swiftly turns around. He was already attractive from behind but actually seeing his face was a whole different experience. Maria was right, he was your type, older and slightly on the verge of greying. Mature.
He eyes you suspiciously up and down, with a hint of distaste. Oh, you don’t like that.
Tommy chimes in, “Joel, this is Moon. Maria’s friend, I told ya’ about her.”
Joel simply grunts in acknowledgment.
“Yeah, fuck you too man,” you say as you push past him, making sure to knock your shoulder into his on the way.
Once you sit down, your hand goes to grab a cigarette from your case, placing it between your lips and reaching for the lighter. Joel’s annoyed face greets you, watching how you inhale that first head emptying dose of burning tobacco.
You make sure to blow it in his direction.
He mumbles under his breath “Disgustin’,”
“Oh my god, could you be any more fucking ridiculous? Maybe the grumpy old man should just stay home instead of making everyone miserable.” You lean more over the table with each word of your rant.
“Moon,” Maria sounds like a scolding mother “cool it.”
“Sure,” you lean back, nod, and take another inhale.
Perfect moment for the waitress to show up with the drinks. You immediately drink half of it; you need it to stomach the rest of the evening.
Tommy, Maria, and Joel have resigned to friendly chatter. You just observe, not really one to intervene much. It’s just how you are, either really loud or really quiet, super happy or super sad…always these extremes. Most of all reckless, selfish, and emotionally sealed shut.
It’s how you always get in trouble, just like tonight.
You gulp down the remaining cocktail and get up. The trio stops talking.
You look at Joel „Can you at least Dance?“
He’s caught off guard by the switch up in your behavior, too stunned to answer.
„Well?“
„Just say yes Joel, there’s no saying no to that one,” Tommy informs and he’s right.
You hold out your hand and tug him out of his seat and onto the dance floor.
He just awkwardly stands in front of you.
„You know you can touch me, I don’t bite.“ as you laugh.
„Oh really?“ he muses
You shake your head „Hmm, no, I have no idea what you’re talking about Joel.” You say it in a mocking sweet voice.
„You’re a real fucking brat,“ he gets closer.
„True.“
„A real fucking bitch,“ he leans in to whisper in your ear, sliding his arms around you.
„Oh no, ouch…“ you giggle into his ear. „You know what I think?“ you question.
„What?“
„You are a dirty old man, who loves bratty little bitches like me. Don’t pretend you don’t, that would just make you look dumb.“ You gently stroke your hands up his arms and lay them around his neck. You press your tits against his chest.
„Bet you like this, my young tits touching you. Hmm, are you thinking about my wet little cunt?“ you press kisses below his ear and on his jaw.
Course you double down. „Makes you hard, doesn’t it? You wish you could fuck my tight pussy, huh? Say it Joel, say I’m right.“
Joel curses Tommy for ever trying to get him more out of his comfort zone. His own little brother pushed him into the arms of the devil.
His cock is indeed swelling at your filthy—almost hypnotic—words.
“Trouble, that’s what ya’ are,” Joel grunts.
“See, there are two options. Either you want to kill me or you want to fuck me.” You ponder.
You unlatch from him and turn around, pushing your butt against his crotch. The bulge is undeniable.
“Well, well. I think I know the answer.” You swirl your hips a couple times before facing him again.
Joel tries to kiss you but you dodge it.
“What was that?”
“You don’t kiss me. Never, unless I tell you to. Yes?” You don’t even care if he understands, you take his hand and start dragging him again, this time to the bathroom.
In there, Joel bends you over the bathroom counter. He flips up your skirt, tugs down your thong and bunches up your top around your middle. Doing so reveals what must be a massive tattoo. Joel is unsure of the meaning behind the painting that covers your entire back, he sees snakes and a woman’s face in Fine black lines. He realizes after a moment that it must be Medusa. Her mouth's stapled shut; how odd.
You’re unaware of his discovery, too lost in the pleasure of having his hands on you.
But then he traces the outlines of her and says. “Nice tattoo ya’ got there,”
You freeze and immediately stare at him through the mirror with an intensity. “Don’t touch it.” Your tone leaves no room for arguments.
He takes his hands away, instead busying them by unzipping his pants and patting down his pockets for a condom. He stops his search when you pull out one from your bra and hand it to him. He almost wants to ask, but your eyes let him know not to.
Joel wastes no time, rolls the rubber down his length and nudges his tip at your entrance.
He’s taking too long, so you make the rash decision to impale yourself with his hard cock.
The sting is exactly what you need to silence those self destructive thoughts.
He should’ve never seen her but it’s your fault. You broke the rule of not letting a man take you from behind. No, it’s always a position which makes you face them or puts you above them. In control. Most of all, they don’t see her. It shows a weak spot, giving whoever is on the receiving end of her stony gaze too much power in hurting you.
Joel’s pained hiss takes you back to the present moment.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Jesus,”
You groan “Shut up and start fucking me, would you?”
He picks up the pace instantly, slamming his throbbing cock into your cunt. Your hips will surely be bruised by the next day.
“Soooo good, just like that,” he’s doing a damn good job. Until one of his massive hands tries to push your chest down, attempting to put him in control.
“Stop pushing me,” you mumble.
Your voice is not loud enough for him to hear, so his hand continues.
Your barely able to get a word as he’s fucking you into oblivion.
“S-s-stop, J-Joel,” you try to move your shoulders to perhaps make him notice but this turns out to be just as fruitless.
Enough is enough. You muster up the strength to lift your chest. In a split second you knock back your head, colliding with his lip.
Joel stumbles back in pain and shock. “T’fuck was that for,”
You don’t care to answer, turning around and hurdling him into the toilet stall. You push him down and take a seat in his lap. His cock fills you again, you make quick work of riding him in earnest. Slamming yourself down hard over and over. Until you suddenly stop to lift a finger to his bleeding lip, swiping generously through the ruby liquid and sucking that finger into your mouth. You keep intense eye contact with Joel while doing so.
“Jesus, you are fucking crazy,” he mumbles.
You start riding him again and whisper back. “Just how you imagined me, right?”
Your thighs start feeling sore pretty quickly, Joel notices that, of course he does and tries to offer help.
“Why don’t ya’ let me do some of the work, huh?”
You shake your head. “I don’t need your fucking help, Joel,” you practically hiss.
“Please,” something about the way he begs has your act crumbling.
“Okay, but you fuck me against the door,” you instruct.
“Sure,” he hoists you up with him by grabbing your thighs but before he can move you give more instructions.
“I want you to slam me against the door and then pound me.”
“What?” Joel is confused about your request.
“Are you really that hard of hearing old man?” you lean in and rasp in his ear. “Slam me against the door and fuck me. Or are you too much of a pussy, huh?” You know exactly what your taunting will get you.
Joel makes an angry throaty sound almost like a bull.
Your backside colliding with the plastic of the door as well as your head too has you deliciously dizzy. You need the pain as a distraction of how much you betray yourself by letting him take control.
“You like that, fucking bitch?” You laugh at his words.
“I do, but can you finish now? I'm getting bored.” More taunting.
And Joel gets to it. Fucking up into you so roughly that you think your shoulder blades will be bruised as well by the way he slams you into the door. You can feel him so deep, hitting all the right spots. In the haze of his throbbing member fucking the air out of you, Joel’s thumb rubs soothing circles into your thigh. A stark contrast to the brutal pounding he gifts you.
Joel’s rhythm slowly gets more uneven and you know he’s close. You put one hand on his face and the other slips down between your body’s to rub your clit.
“Come on Joel, I know you wanna cum for me, don’t you?” You lean closer until your lips almost touch his. “Fill me up, do it. I love that big cock in my tight cunt and you do too, right Joel?” Your words combined with how you pulsed around him were too much to bear. He couldn’t stave his orgasm off any longer and soon shot spurts of his warm cum into the condom.
He slipped out of your used hole, and you made fast work of pushing him further away before fixing your clothes. Joel's about to speak up when you cut him off. You saw that look in his eyes and you don’t like what it means.
Maybe this time you took it too far, you can still feel his hands on your body, how gentle he was, so caring even through all the roughness. Something you don’t deserve.
You are used to being touched. But with Joel it’s different. And you don’t like it. You lowered your guard too much.
You need to get out of the toilet stall and away from Joel. The last thing you say to him before disappearing is full of disgust.
“Don’t get any stupid ideas, this didn’t mean shit. We just fucked.”
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asthroophile · 3 days ago
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curtain call of the heart
ii. lines we can't say
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pairing brant x fem!reader, modern high school au, mutual pinning, childhood friends to lovers, might be ooc
wc: 956
summary: being friends with the theater club president means you have to accept the fact that you'll get dragged into acting in plays.
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the laughter and teasing from the theater members died down eventually, but the damage was done. your face was burning, and no matter how hard you tried to shake off the moment, brant’s words—his gaze—lingered in your mind.
practice continued, but you could feel the weight of their stares. the way they whispered and giggled amongst themselves, throwing you knowing looks like they were watching a slow-burn romance novel unfold in real time.
brant, of course, acted like nothing happened. he was back to being his usual self, directing the members, cracking jokes, and making sure everyone stayed on schedule. you hated how effortlessly he moved past it while you were still replaying the way his voice had changed during that scene.
you sat at the edge of the stage, flipping through the script mindlessly, trying to distract yourself. but then—
“hey,” brant’s voice cut through your thoughts. you looked up. he stood in front of you, arms crossed, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.
“you spacing out?”
you frowned. “no.”
he raised an eyebrow. “really? ‘cause you’ve been staring at the same page for, like, five minutes.”
damn it. he noticed. you quickly shut the script, “i was just thinking.”
brant tilted his head, studying you for a moment before a teasing grin spread across his face. “thinking about me?”
your entire body tensed. “no.”
his grin widened. “that was way too fast of an answer. suspicious.”
you groaned, shoving the script into his chest. “go practice your damn lines.”
he laughed, catching the script with ease. “alright, alright. but, seriously,”—his voice softened—“thanks for stepping in today. i know you didn’t wanna do it.”
you hesitated, then shrugged. “yeah, well… i was kinda forced.”
brant smirked. “and yet, you nailed it.”
you rolled your eyes. “whatever.” but despite yourself, a small smile tugged at your lips.
as practice wrapped up, you watched from the sidelines while brant gathered his things. the rest of the members were packing up, some still throwing you teasing glances as they left the theater room one by one.
eventually, it was just the two of you.
you sighed, stretching your arms. “alright, since you successfully dragged me into your club today, i’m going home.”
brant didn’t respond immediately. instead, he leaned against one of the seats, arms crossed, looking at you with that annoyingly unreadable expression.
“what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“nothing,” he said. but his voice lacked the usual playfulness.
you narrowed your eyes. “liar.”
brant let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “…do you really hate being here that much?”
you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. “what?”
“the club,” he clarified, glancing around the room before looking back at you. “do you hate it?”
you hesitated. “i mean… i don’t hate it. it’s just—”
“then why do you always act like you wanna run away?” his words struck something in you.
it wasn’t that you hated being in the theater room. it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy watching them practice, listening to brant passionately guide his members, or even being part of it, if only for a moment.
it was the attention .
the teasing.
the way people looked at you differently when you were with him.
brant was the social butterfly, the guy who had everyone's eyes on him. you? you preferred to blend into the background, not be part of the spectacle.
you shifted awkwardly, looking away. “it’s just… not my thing.”
brant exhaled, pushing himself off the seat. “right.”
something in his tone made your chest tighten. it wasn’t disappointed, but it wasn’t neutral either. it was something in between, something you couldn’t quite place.
“…brant?”
he shook his head, offering a small, tired smile. “it’s nothing. let me walk you home.”
you stared at him for a moment before sighing. “fine.”
he grinned again, back to his usual self. “great. i’d be a terrible best friend if i let you walk alone at night.”
something about the word best friend made your stomach sink. you ignored it.
the walk home was oddly quiet.
usually, brant would be rambling about club activities, future performances, or some ridiculous story about how he accidentally got roped into another student council event. but tonight, he was unusually quiet.
it made you uncomfortable.
“…are you seriously upset?” you finally asked.
brant glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “huh?”
“you’ve barely said anything since we left,” you pointed out. “that’s… weird for you.”
brant let out a small chuckle. “damn. am i really that talkative?”
“yes,” you deadpanned.
he smirked but didn’t deny it. instead, he looked up at the sky, hands tucked into his pockets. “i was just thinking.”
“about?”
“…nothing important.”
that was a lie, but you didn’t push. instead, you walked in silence, the sounds of distant cars and rustling leaves filling the space between you.
then, out of nowhere—
“…did you ever think about joining the club for real?”
you stopped walking.
brant kept his gaze forward. “i mean, i know you say it’s ‘not your thing,’ but… you’re good at it. and i think you actually enjoy it more than you let on.”
you bit your lip, unsure of how to answer.
“i don’t know,” you admitted. “it’s just… i don’t like the attention.”
brant finally looked at you, his expression soft. “then don’t focus on them. just focus on me.”
your breath hitched.
he must’ve realized what he said because his eyes widened slightly before he quickly recovered. “i-i mean, focus on the act itself. not the audience.”
your heart would not stop pounding.
“…i'll think about it,” you mumbled.
brant smiled, and for the first time tonight, it felt genuine. “that’s all i ask.”
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xxsinisterbunniexx · 3 days ago
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☠︎︎ Jeff the Killer ☠︎︎
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General characterization and headcanons
My personal thoughts and feelings about Jeff as a character and how I write him :3
Originally, I was going to lump together all my character thoughts and general headcanons but then I realized that’s silly bc the post would be SO long and also it would take me forever to finish so instead I’ll just be posting each character as I finish theirs :3
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Jeff is your fav sarcastic asshole. He’s cocky and his personality can be a bit abrasive at times. Pretty much all the time. He thinks he’s a lot cooler than he is and sometimes he can be quite insufferable.
He’s aloof and nonchalant before you know him very well. Leans against the wall in the shadows headass. This can make it kind of hard to get close to him. He is friends with the other creeps, closest with Ben because they’ve known each other the longest. It takes him a while to warm up to new people and he doesn’t let people in easily.
His ego is overinflated but it’s fragile. He uses egoism to cover up his insecurities. He’s vicious, but not because he is hateful to the core he just has heavy trauma. He’s quick to snap at people and put walls up to protect himself and he’ll run from his feelings if they make him uncomfortable.
Generally, I think Jeff has more depth than just being a “psycho killer”, but I do think killing is a major outlet for him. I do want to clarify that he doesn’t just kill because he has trauma. Consistent with his original story, Jeff has had “urges” since before the bullying ever began. There isn’t a true explanation as to why he does what he does.
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Random headcanons
☠︎︎ ︎would listen to music on a shitty mp3 player with skull candy headphones
☠︎︎ would be kinda elitist about the type of music he listens to
☠︎︎ but it would all be emo shit
☠︎︎ lowkey I think his favorite band would be like Escape the Fate or Get Scared
☠︎︎ has to redye his hair black all the time, like you’d catch him doing his roots
☠︎︎ he does shower but he uses one of those awful 8 in 1 body washes for men
☠︎︎he has a favorite knife but he’ll use anything he can get his hands on if he needs to
☠︎︎ he would defo have quite a few tattoos and probably some piercings too
☠︎︎ likely a combination of ear piercings and maybe a lip ring or something
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I will likely add to this as I think of more stuff :P
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theplantsthrowawayblog · 5 hours ago
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Four Words, Fourteen Letters.
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SYNOPSIS: Wedding bells are ringing…
REBLOGS > LIKES [And if you do reblog, can you maybe reuse my tags so my story gets out quicker? Thank you!]
Proposals || AgedUp!BakusquadBoys X GN!Reader || Headcanons + Drabbles
A/N: after the timeskip, so everyone’s 24 (except Katsuki; he’s 25), probably ooc characters, these get progressively shittier with each one since I’m tired, also I’m from America so a lot of what I describe comes from my own country. my bad. I’m so sorry.
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KATSUKI BAKUGOU
Oh. Oh no. He HATES to admit it, but he’s freaking out.
He gets kinda… Distant? On accident, ofc. Less time with you, bc he’s trying to figure out exactly how to propose
Met you during his second year of U.A., when he was 16. That was nine years ago. He woulda done it sooner, he swears… But he’s been scared he’ll fuck up for the past three so
EVENTUALLY, he settles on a ring, settles on a day, settles on everything.
He wasn’t one for the stereotypical “propose at your favorite spot”. No, he took you somewhere new. A place he’d had in mind for so long, but never brought you, since he knew he wanted it to be special
There was a rural sorta town that had one of the most gorgeous flower fields next to it.
.
“Jus’ hold on,” he rolled his eyes at your repeated asks of where you were going as he dragged you forward. He’d pulled you out of town an hour ago. And he was still tugging you along, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. “Almost there, I promise.”
Each step felt like it was seconds smaller than they really were, as your boyfriend carefully guided you through the outskirts of town, next to the highway. “Tch, that side o’ me. Whaddaya think I am, a monster?” He gave a half-hearted grin and moved you away from the road, making sure he was the one on the outside.
It wasn’t too far down — just a bit longer. “Keep walkin’, we’re almost done.” He nudged you towards the grass, watching your curious expression as you stepped into the lush green. He guided you further still, spotting the flower field up ahead. Fireflies seemed to light them up, one by one, creating their own intricate designs in the air.
Katsuki had you stand in the middle of a clearing in the flowers, standing behind you as you looked around in awe. “Pretty, ain’t it?” He prompted, earning a nod.
“Hey, look back here.”
Turning around, Bakugou was on one knee, deep red eyes as earnest as you’ve ever seen them.
“I don’t say it a lot, but I really do love you. Everything about you- The way you talk, the way you smile, the way you laugh. Normally, I’d push these feelings back until they went away, but you… You’re different. I could say more, but… Point is, I love you. I really, really do. So… Will you marry me?”
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EIJIROU KIRISHIMA
Our favorite shark here will ABSOLUTELY go the “traditional” way, to the point it almost looks like a Valentine’s Day celebration-
Flowers, your choice of sweet (or something else, if you’d prefer), and a lovely lovely candlelit dinner. (he did not make this dinner he took you out to a restaurant 😓 no offense to Kiri but I kinda don’t think he can cook ngl)
he wrote his proposal on a napkin or smth and then left the napkin at home…good luck man
he KNEW he wanted to marry you the second you tried defending him from someone, no matter if it was his own friends or a villain
^ a guy’s partner standing up for their man means he has a REAL manly one and he can NOT lose you.
golden retriever boyfriend turns into golden retriever fiancé turns into golden retriever husband asf
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Your laughter was music to Kirishima. God, he loved the sound. He could go on for hours about why he loved you if he wasn’t careful. Which is exactly why he had a script.
Well-… Used to have*. He left it at home, and it was way too late to go back and get it now.
The employee led you both up to the VIP section — “See? Told ya I was doin’ something special!” — and seated you in a private booth, serving both of you pre-ordered food. This restaurant was a regular for both of you, but it was different tonight. Probably just because Eijirou had bought you both VIP passes… Yeah.
You ate in a comfortable silence, letting the clock tick away at your time. It was then that you realized nobody else was up here. You looked at him quizzically; his quirk was starting to jut out of the skin on his forearms. Your gaze turned to one of concern, and you leaned forward to touch the jagged points.
That gaze always, always made something in his stomach flip.
He reached into his pocket and carefully placed the cool metal in your hand, stopping you from touching him. He spit out everything on his mind right then and there, with the words tumbling out of his mouth like a waterfall.
“Listen, baby, I know it’s sudden, but you know I love you with all my heart, right? You’re the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last thing I think of when I go to sleep. You drive me insane in the best way possible! And- I- Just- Marry me, please?”
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DENKI KAMINARI
we thought katsuki was nervous. oh. oh dear god thst is NOTHING compared to denki.
he short circuits when he even THINKS of putting a ring on your finger- The ones he ordered were silicon, to avoid shocking both you and himself and everyone else.
cracks jokes throughout the day to try and ease the blow when you reject him (which is what he thinks is gonna happen)
he tries to recreate his first date with you, hoping to propose at the end instead of your first shared kiss being at the end
he shakes like a leaf throughout the entire thing 😭 poor man
when he actually gets to the proposal speech he starts RAMBLING. he yaps on and on about everything that’s so perfect about you that you have to very gently remind him that he’s trying to do something (or not, y’know, get your compliments)
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You carefully swung your hands together as you held his, trying to ease Denki’s nerves. You didn’t exactly know what he was nervous about, but you wanted to help him. He seemed weirdly attentive to your hands today. Idly tracing little circles on your knuckles, kisses on the back of your hand, carefully bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.
“Hey, babe?” He choked, swallowing the lump in his throat. He gave what was supposed to be a charming grin, but it turned into more of an anxious one. “D’ya wanna recreate our first date?”
You blinked. Then nodded. That wasn’t what you were expecting him to say, but you weren’t complaining. Your first date had gone great, so who’s to say it wouldn’t after this long? You remembered the order you went in so well — café, arcade, walk in the park, first kiss. Something simple, something small, but you’d enjoyed every moment of it.
His jokes at each location were cheesy, which you expected from him. The light caught in his hair and highlighted that bolt-shaped streak you liked to try and trace from time to time, whenever he was laying himself on top of you when you went to bed.
“Hey, can we sit down for a minute?” You didn’t get a chance to respond before Denki was carefully guiding you towards a bench in a secluded area of the park. He leaned in like he was going to kiss you. But it never happened. Instead, he took your hand in his, shakily lowering himself to the ground as he anxiously opened the box in his other palm.
“I love you, and I always have, and I honestly don’t know why it took me so long to do this- I guess I was scared or something, I dunno- But you’re just so… Perfect, and I can’t let you go, so I wanna make you mine forever, and kiss you everyday, and hug you, and just be as perfect as I can for you, because you’re just that great in my eyes. So, before I get too excited and talk too much, just answer this one question — Will you marry me?”
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HANTA SERO
honestly, he’s not too flashy with his proposal.
he wants something small, something small that can mean oh so much.
yes, he did take you out somewhere — some kind of vacation for the two of you.
but the moment itself was quiet, probably at night, with his usual smirk that you’d grown to love
what you didn’t know was that his smirk was hiding all his anxiety.
he had a good poker face; could you blame him for using it?
either way, his proposal’s quiet and probably whispered while he runs his fingers up and down your side
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The night was quiet as you sat on the ledge. Staring out into the ocean’s dark depths, wondering what was beyond those waters. You knew there was more land, but what was it like?
The shuffling of the grass behind you made you turn, only to find your boyfriend, Sero, coming up to sit next to you. His feet hung over the edge as he watched the water with you, his arm lazily wrapping around your waist and his hand coming to rest on your hip.
“It’s pretty out, ain’t it?” He hummed, only earning a nod in agreement. He didn’t mind. He just traced circles on the fabric covering your skin — round and round, kinda like the ring in his pocket.
You leaned into his weight, tucked under his arm, listening to the crickets chirping and the waves crashing and the occasional gull that decided to be awake this late and cry out in the night.
But then Hanta’s drawling voice was in your ear, his hand coming up and interrupting your line of sight, instead focusing on the glinting silver band in front of you.
“You’re awful pretty, y’know that? Perfect little thing. I’m not gonna let anybody else have you, angel. And to prevent anybody takin’ you from me, I’m gonna ask you: Would you do me this honor and marry me?”
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tags: @https-bakugo // @justletmestayawakeatthispoint2 // @vexter-the-comedian
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skywalkerthrawn · 2 days ago
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since i'm more active here now, i thought what better way to reintroduce myself than with my homebrew Thrawn & Friends Polycule
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let's start at the top because it's the easiest: wutroow and ar'alani are 100% happily married because, well, you saw how they were in the ascendancy trilogy. to me they kinda parallel thranto in a way. and then of course once lani meets faro she's obsessed. brings her back home and says "look i got us a new girlfriend" and wutroow is obsessed as well
then ar'alani and borika being exes is about how they definitely crossed paths when they were both irizi, and who am i to not smoosh two beautiful women together and make them a thing. they broke up though because lani went into the military and borika married bomarmo (canon relationship but ask me about my extensive nonbinary he/him butch bomarmo hc)
the bomarmo and eli vanto one night stand was @doctorwenqing's brilliant idea. she wrote a fic about it and i was obsessed
now let's look at eli vanto. i firmly believe he had a crush on anakin skywalker growing up (those who have read postmortem will especially Get It), and then of course in my head he's married to thrawn, they're endgame in every universe. but that's not all, which brings me to my favorite poly ship ever, ✨elithramakro✨
thrawn and samakro definitely had a love-hate thing going on in the ascendancy days, and i have a lot of thoughts about how samakro tackled his feelings towards thrawn after thrawn got exiled. in my mind it takes years for samakro to admit that he did love thrawn, in a way, but eventually he does. and when thrawn returns home they reconcile and rekindle their relationship in a more healthy way
and then elimakro has definitely been written about at length and discussed a lot in fandom over the years (i highly recommend @elivanto's elimakro fic "one man's hell is another's god", it'll change your life) but i firmly believe those two would hit it off and bond over how utterly insane serving under thrawn was. anyway in my mind they all eventually get over themselves and get together as a triad, though samakro is still in a happy married relationship with thalias (or as i like to think about her at that point in the timeline, patriarch mitth'ali'astov)
and of course thalias's crush on thrawn is very easy to see in the text if you're looking for it. i personally don't think it was reciprocated, but i respect people who do
then, thrawn definitely had a one night stand with padme and anakin in alliances. the chemistry he had with both of them is undeniable (padme and thrawn both topped anakin, if you ask me)
and finally, thrawn's other boyfriends: nuso esva, uingali and jorj car'das. i love all of them and in my personal version of the timeline they're not the "main" relationships, but they're still very important to thrawn. a more recent addition to my "thrawn boyfriends" roster is captain enoch, who is not on here because i drew this diagram a while ago, but when it comes to him, i like to imagine that during the time thrawn spent with him on peridea, they both took comfort in each other and relied on each other in a lot of ways
my beloved gilad is not on here because i haven't really figured out how to fit him into this timeline (and never felt the need to), but trust that i love pells/thrawn too
and finally, this is my personal headcanon and not really based on anything except vibes. feel free to ask about any of these because this whole thing is the result of literal years spent thinking about thrawn&friends every day, and i'm more than happy to elaborate on every part of it. and if you have your own version of the throlycule™, feel free to share!
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nos-shift · 2 days ago
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For my better cr 🫶
1: kinda ? I mixed in this world characters from games I really liked because I just felt drawn to them yk ? My SO here is actually a character from an otome game , and idk there was just something dragging me to him , as for the others from other games I just wanted them to have nice lives and some to be my friends yk
2: completely clean energy , no pollution , basically the reality i come from is FUCKED that's why I permashifted here LOL
3: mhhh im a popular artist , I'll leave it at that . I don't want yall to discover me too easily ;3 , but honestly who i am doesn't matter much , there's shifters everywhere around you !!
4: perhaps , i definitely have my suspicions on one of my bestie, he's a mage/sorcerer and ...he always knows that kind of things , so maybe he'll confront me lol ! As for my friends from my OR ..they don't here , I hate the lives they have there and i don't want to have to tell them about how shitty our lives where , they deserve peace
5: thats fair ! This reality can seem "boring" but ..its all I ever wanted and needed , where I come from queer people have to fight for their rights , the planet is burning , my loved ones and myself are very ill , long story short it was awful , here I can take care of my loved ones and their needs , I can live forever and never loose them , here I have a clear and happy future , I wanted something easy and thats what I got
6: the world leaders , a lot are terrible , the lack of basic human rights for women , poc , queer people , poverty , homelessness, yall would have a breakdown fr
7: its not indeed ! I'd say some real basic stuff, like having to repair stuff around my apartment, living alone is awful sometimes hahaha, truly it's boring complaints
8: i love everything , i love it all so much you have no idea and I actually permashifted here !! So im stuck here with yall 😈🫶 , I will shift from time to tim to other drs and my OR once in a while but this is my main reality now 🫶
Pretend you’re on a secret shifting account in your desired reality and you told people you shifted here. These are questions people sent in for you to answer
1. Wait is this reality based on something fictional in your original reality??? If so please tell me what it was and if it’s good, I don’t wanna be from a movie everyone hates lmao
2. What are some little everyday things that are different from your original reality?
3. Can you give us a hint about your real identity?? Please I’m so curious
4. Do you think anyone you know irl will figure out you shifted here? Are you gonna tell anyone?
5. Okay I’ve lived here my whole existence and I don’t get the hype, like why would you even shift here??
6. What do you think would surprise us most if we went to your original reality? Like something that would seem weird to people here
7. Is there anything you think is worse about this reality than your original reality? Ik obviously you want to be here and so it’s probably better overall but like it’s not perfect, right?
8. What’s your favorite part of this reality? Is it your main DR?
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bbu-fan-blog · 1 day ago
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Hey um... I know this isn't an ask, but I wanted to be... Eh, sympathetic for once. I just realized the situation that BBU community is in and... Wow. I'm really disappointed. I'm hearing a lot of stuff of people and I don't know who to trust. I can understand that you don't like the creators but attacking them or the fans of the game? The game is not the problem y'know? If you hate something, then good for you but attacking? Naaaahhh... I KINDA feel bad for my rival, Billie, and everyone else. Especially for my best friend. I don't know for recently but I hope the situation gets calmer. So yeah, stay safe everyone.
@kuma-the-coolest
Thank you for your kind words.
I admittedly thought it got calmer, but it seems the drama has resurfaced now that the game got a new trailer, and people have started digging up the allegations once again.
To remind people to review bombing the game and stop supporting the game.
It's the attitude that irks me off, honestly. But I'm not moving from where I stand: with the fans and whoever has found comfort in this game.
It's a difficult situation, and I too may struggle with how to handle it, or what is true or not.
But BBU means a lot to so many, whether for artistic, representation or lovers of the genre reasons.
No matter what happens, this blog will stand its ground to share the game's beliefs in acceptance, growth and being true to one's self. And it will offer comfort to anyone who needs it.
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alliemonade · 7 months ago
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I wanted to draw something, so here is Juni and March for you
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honk4shelbi · 9 months ago
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u get it
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