#also yes!!! my phone is back so I can draw again

[stoic613]

/Flawless/

Pairing:~Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The VoidxFem/Reader~

Warnings:Fluff,Strong language,18+,DV

Chapter 1/?

“Are you sure about this?” You asked yelena hesitantly. She rolled her eyes once again obviously tired from having you constantly ask

“yes of course, how many times do I have to tell you. I only trust you to do this before they take him tomorrow.Besides I have a feeling you guys will get along” you didn’t respond and continued to walk down the halls of the avengers tower heading towards bobs room.

Yelena had asked if you can draw blood for his labs since you were the only doctor she trusts. She wanted Bob to feel comfortable before he had to be taken to a room full of doctors and scientists. Unfortunately valentina hired these people to run tests and see the abilities that bob can do. As if seeing what happened in New York wasn’t enough

Yelena also didn’t want to admit it but you both had also slowly became friends throughout the months you’ve been here. You’ve briefly met the rest of the avengers while patching them up after missions, all except for Bob.

The only thing you knew was the incident that occurred six months ago, oh and apparently he’s also an awkward shy guy. You weren’t nervous because of the “void” and would never judge him for it but because you felt like you weren’t the right person for this.

As you both approached the door you can hear music coming from the other side. Yelena takes a deep breath and knocks on it. “Bob? Can I come in?” Yelena says and it took a couple of seconds before the music stopped and the door slowly opens, Bob peeks his head out.

At first he looks at Yelena but when he does you take the time to really look at him. You kind of knew how he looked but now that you’re close you start to admire his dimples and cute brown hair.

He noticed it wasn’t just yelena and him, as his eyes turned to you he took a quick breath and it was almost like he froze. You thought maybe you startled him and didn’t want you to be there so you gave him a warm smile

“Hi Bob, my names y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you”

It was like he was physically struck from how beautiful you are and your smile. He felt his neck and face start to warm up meaning everyone else can clearly see he was blushing.

“h-hi” he looks down at the floor fiddling with his sweater. Yelena looks between the two of you, taken aback by the interaction and scoffs.

“Okay, no time for this. Come on y/n” she pushes through the door and bob. You follow after her and noticed how tall he was by how much you had to tilt you head up to make eye contact with him as you slowly walk by.

He finally looked at you and gave you a small smile. This made your heart flutter and you suddenly forgot why you were there in the first place.

As you walked further into the room you start to look around. The bed hasn’t been made but let’s be honest none of us do that, and his desk full of books scattered around and some even on the floor.

You heard yelena speaking to bob explaining why you were here. Suddenly her phone goes off and she sighs “I have to take this, I’ll be back but you can get started y/n”

You didn’t acknowledge her as she left the room because you were still intrigued how his set up was. As you look to another part of his room you gasped.

Bob was admiring you but flinched a bit not expecting you to react that way. He saw you quickly walk to a desk that had his collectibles.

“Oh my god” you picked up a figurine so shocked to be seeing this in person.

“How did you get this? I fought an arm and a leg to get these and still lost the checkout war”

Bob’s eyebrows raised, he wasn’t expecting you to know about these collectibles. He walked towards you and picked up the figurine next to you

“I-uh had these old ones from before I can remember but the team gifted me a new set as well” he said shyly and looked at you again “you know Star Wars?” He asked quietly, his chest grew warm knowing you both had something in common.

You furrowed your eyebrows “of course I do, I love Star Wars. I’ve been trying to get this set for years until it sold out and heard it was never going to be restocked again. I also heard it’s rare to own these and even the resellers will put me in debt-”

You stopped talking once you caught yourself rambling, your cheeks start to warm up from embarrassment but he didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

He was actually enjoying it considering the small smile that formed on his face.

“Oh my god you both are such nerds, I leave for 5 minutes and nothing has been done” you both step back from each other not noticing how much closer you both had gotten from the conversation.

Yelena stands at the door with her arms crossed clearly unamused. You smiled sheepishly and put the figurine back carefully.

“right, sorry I got distracted” You cleared your throat and walked to get your suitcase to start setting up.

“Um bob is it okay if we move a desk next to your bed?”

He quickly nodded his head, excited to finally help out with something. You were ready to start moving the desk but Bob picked up the whole thing with ease, you forgot he was the sentry but seeing it in person was different.

You blushed until you saw yelena staring at you with her eyebrow raised and a knowing smile.

You smiled and mouthed “shut up” to her. “Is right here okay?” Bob asked worried he might’ve done something wrong somehow

“It’s perfect, thank you. You can sit on the bed while I get this set up” you say and pulled out a total of five blood tubes along with things to sterilize the desk and your hands.

The more things you pulled from the case the more Bob starts to visibly get nervous. Yelena places a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

“It’s okay, I brought her here because I trust her. Tomorrow you won’t have to do this in front of everyone and with a stranger”.

You sat down putting gloves on giving him a smile to reassure him. “I promise I won’t hurt you, I’ve been doing this for years so I’ve had far enough practice but it’ll be just a pinch. If you really don’t want to do this it’s okay, I can pack up again but I can’t guarantee that they won’t try tomorrow too”

Yelena was about to protest but you gave her a stern look that stopped her. You wanted him to willingly choose you to do this. His hands were playing at the ends of his sweater until he nodded his head.

“O-okay, I want you to do it”

You felt relieved “great, can you pull up your sleeves for me please”

He was still a little hesitant but as he pulled up his sleeves you can see why. Small scars scattered on his arms almost like they came from a whip, and your heart started beating faster.

You purposely made it seem like there was nothing to even look at but your heart dropped to your stomach, hurting for him. Meanwhile Bob was afraid you’d laugh at him or call him weak but it never came

He squeezed his eyes shut refusing to watch but he never felt a pinch. He realized maybe he was being dramatic because it didn’t hurt at all.

“Okay, all done” you smiled at him while wrapping the spot you poked in medical tape “you did great, I’ve had grown men cry like babies over this”

Yelena rubbed bobs back looking proud of him. “So he won’t need to do this again tomorrow right?”

You shook your head, “I confirmed with Valentina that this is the only time it’ll be done so we’re in the clear. Tomorrow the checklist is just him testing his powers with objects along with some special equipment”

“You’re-You’re going to be there tomorrow?” Bob asked with high hopes

“Yes, I’m going to be monitoring behind the scenes but you’ll be able to see me. At least you’ll have a familiar face there” you say as you got done putting your things back in the case.

Bob felt more relaxed now thinking about tomorrow’s events. He was happy he was going to be seeing you again even though he’ll never admit it.

Yelena opens the door holding it open for you so you guys can leave him alone. Bob being the gentleman walks with you to escort you guys out

“Once all goes well tomorrow is it okay if I come back and admire your figurines that I’ll never be able to own and pretend not to hate you for it?” You say jokingly in a low tone

He snorts “yes of course, I wouldn’t mind that at all” he says as he watches you walk out the door, both of you not looking away from each other still clearly not paying any mind to yelena.

After a long second of never ending eye contact, yelena slams the door closed knocking you out of your trance when you weren’t able to see Bob anymore.

You and her look at each other “you guys sicken me”

Your mouth drops “what did I do??”

“Oh please, anyone with eyes and a brain can see the puppy eyes you two were giving each other” you blushed at her comment not even bothering to deny it

“See? You’re even blushing just thinking about it” she points at you accusingly

You both start slowly walking away from the door down to the hall. “I have to admit, he was so cute too”

yelena sighs

“Hey you were the one that said we would get along”

“Ya ya, got along a little too well but whatever”

Your voices now fading, while Bob was leaned against the door hearing the whole conversation. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard and now even in the dark you can see how hard he’s blushing and how fast his heart was beating.

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Next day-

You’ve been at the lab almost all day helping prepare for when Bob comes down. He should be coming in the next 5-10 minutes

You kept pacing and double checking the checklist making sure everything was perfect but really you were nervous to see him again.

You don’t know what this feeling was but it made your chest feel fuzzy, right when you were going to triple check the list you heard a door open.

You quickly looked up and it was in fact Bob, he immediately spotted you despite everyone in there wearing the same white coats.

You both smiled at each other and you were ready to walk over to greet him but was stopped by someone.

“Hey” Dr.Russell held you back with his hand on your shoulder. “You need to stay back here and start getting things set up”

You nod your head, a little disappointed you won’t talk to Bob but you waved your hand to him and he waved back as they handed him clothes to change into.

He soon came out in hospital pajamas reminding him of the past but he knew as long as you were there he would be fine.

You seemed to be on the computers in a room with clear windows facing where Bob would be. He wanted to go to you but it seemed like all these doctors were never going to let that happen.

As you were looking at the monitors you see them start to restrain Bob in strong straps against a chair. Your eyes furrow in confusion and Bob looking nervous more than ever

“Hey Dr.Russell this wasn’t apart of the-” you were cut off by Dr.Russell slamming the door and locking you in. You stood up immediately ran to the door trying to open it. “Hey, open this door now!”

You look back to another doctor that was in the room with you. “You! What the hell is going on? What are they doing to him” you say demanding answers

“This is exactly what they said would happen if you found out” he said while sitting down with his feet on the table looking so comfortable

Meanwhile you were livid, Bob is trying to look at you for help. He starts to think if maybe you were apart of this and that hurts him

“Y/n?”

You whip your head to look at him and run to the window. “Bob! Bob I don’t know what’s happening, I’m so sorry”

“All right start with phase one” Dr.Russell

Phase one? Then you see someone inject something into him making bob scream in agony

“Stop!” You scream “Leave him alone!” Tears start streaming down your face. You feel helpless as they start to inject him with more needles. You start to frantically look around the room and ran to grab a chair.

With all your force you swing the chair at the window, although it did nothing you repeatedly do this not caring how much strength you were wasting until a small crack was heard.

Before you can even continue someone grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back. You screamed from the pain making Bob look at you

His eyes were starting to glow now “Let her go! Don’t hurt her please” you can hear the tension of the restraints as he pulled to get out

The person pulling your hair then threw you to the ground knocking the air out of you.

Half of bobs body was starting to be covered in black, the void was taking over but the other half was still trying to fight it

The doctor who threw you started walking towards you and you tried to get up

“P-please don’t do this. Just let him go!”

He let out a low laugh that sent chills through your spine. Before you can even get up to your knees he kicks you down. You couldn’t breathe from the impact but that didn’t stop him.

He continued to kick you multiple times, you tried taking a deep breath ready for the next hit but it never came. Your eyes were still closed but you felt a sudden shift in the air

You squint your eyes open afraid of what you might see and sure enough the doctor was no longer there. Just his shadow painted on the floor

You gasped knowing what this meant. “Oh no no no no” you scrambled from the floor grunting at the pain you were in to see what had happened on the other side.

Multiple shadows painted across the room, you see the rest of the of them starting to scream and run for their lives until they vanish.

Your eyes turn to bob, it was like the black shadow started to consume one side of his arm and up to his neck but that’s where it stopped. The rest was still bob but you can see he wasn’t there anymore with the way his eyes glowed and how he held himself.

He didn’t stop until every last one of them was gone and for a moment everything was quiet. Until his head slowly turned to look at you

“Oh shit” you stepped backwards, your blood went cold and it dawned to you that this other side of him might look at you as a threat

Small steps then turned into you running to the locker room that connected to the room you were locked in. You ran to a dark corner knowing that the only way out was the way you came in.

You can tell by the way you were breathing you were almost on the verge of a panic attack. There was nothing you can do to defend yourself.

Minutes went by and your breathing calmed a bit as it grew eerily quiet, you had hope he was able to gain control but that went out the window when you saw his silhouette by the lockers.

You gasped and covered your mouth but it was too late.

“You can’t save him” a low but powerful voice was heard

“Bob” tears were streaming down your face “I’m so sorry they did this to you. Please just come back” you felt frozen in place. All you could do was just watch as he came closer

“Your ‘Bob’ isn’t here, he wasn’t able to save you. He was too weak” the void now standing in front of you

You scrunched back in fear afraid of being a shadow next

“If I knew what they were planning this never would have happened. Please, just stop and let him come back”

You looked at him and he smirked. He let out a low quick laugh and brought his hand that wasn’t covered in void up to touch your cheek.

You turned your head and squeezed your eyes shut

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you” he says and you didn’t dare to look again

You felt his soft warm hand press against your cheek and you held your breath waiting to vanish.

Nothing came and as you opened your eyes you were somewhere different.

No bob, no void, no locker room. You look around and realization started to set in. You recognized the ugly beat up apartment.

Your body felt cold and you went pale, a door slammed shut and instincts kicked in. Quickly you went to your old bedroom and hid yourself in the closet

“Y/n, where the hell are you. I told you not to cook this nasty shit” the person slurred their words clearly drunk again

You slid down the wall and your hands covered your ears “this isn’t real, this isn’t real” you whispered to yourself, rocking back and forth

“Where the fuck are you huh?! Come out before I find you, and it won’t be good”

The footsteps were starting to get closer and your body felt numb. Numb but at the same time like 100 needles were poking your skin

The door was kicked down and you flinched, you knew what was coming next because this was just a dark memory you were reliving.

The closet door opened and there was no time for you to react as you were pulled by the hair getting dragged out. You screamed clawing at the persons hand trying to get them to let go.

“You thought you could hide huh, pathetic” he looked at you in disgust and slapped you.

“You stupid bitch, you never listen. This is why no one will ever love you”

You take one last look of your ex-boyfriend before he hits you again knocking you unconscious.

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You gasped loudly and sat up. It took your eyes a second to adjust to the darkness of the room and you look down to see yourself in a hospital gown along with ivs sticking out of you.

You rubbed your eyes trying to grasp what’s around you until you heard light snoring. You can see yelena sleeping on the chair in the corner and next to you was a desk full of flowers.

You didn’t have the strength to wake her up and reached out to the bouquet of flowers. You can see some were starting to die and the others looked fresh. Your eyes furrowed to the small card beside it. You grabbed it and the only thing it had on it was ‘~B’

Your heart tugged and immediately knew it was from Bob. You sighed in relief knowing he must be okay and when you went to put the card back you made eye contact with yelena.

You yelped and put your hand on your chest. “Don’t do that! That scared the hell out of me” you say and yelena stands up

“You’re the one that scared the hell out of us, how are you feeling?” She asks and now sat on the corner of the bed handing you a water

“Thank you” your throat was itching for water, especially with the way your voice sounded

She patiently waited for you to be done to answer her question. You cleared your throat now feeling better “I feel sore but fine. Where’s Bob? Is he okay? What happened?”

“Relax, one of the security guards ran telling us what happened and we found you both unconscious in the locker room. Bob woke up not too long after but he didn’t remember anything and kept insisting to watch what happened through the security cameras”

Your eyes started to water from guilt as she continued

“supposedly Valentina had no clue what these people were going to do to him but me and the team think differently. This is something we’re going to investigate under the table but other than that bob has been visiting you everyday since, hence the flowers. Oh and you just have bruising all over your body, no broken bones”

You didn’t really know what to say to all of that, none of this felt real.

“How—how long have I been asleep for?”

“4 days I think, I don’t know I lost count” she says trying to light up the mood

Unfortunately tears started streaming down your face and quiet sobs were heard as your head fell into your hands

“I’m- sorry, I’m s-so sorry. I really didn’t know what these people we’re going to-to do” you sobbed harder

Yelena shifted closer and pulled your head to her shoulder. “I believe you, we all do. The cameras showed us everything and bob was even able to remember after a day or two so he vouched for you”.

You realized that meant he also remembered and saw your memory.

Yelena awkwardly patted your back “There. There”

You snorted at her actions, “you absolutely suck at comforting”

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You were back on your feet the day after you woke up, although it wasn’t suggested you should. As the week went by you buried yourself in work not speaking to anyone except for when they came by after missions to get patched up. All except for bob.

He noticed he hasn’t seen you and that you were purposely avoiding him. It was confirmed when you both had seen each other in a hall and you quickly turned on your heels and walked the other way.

He made it his mission to at least apologize because you probably blame him for this whole thing

Throughout the week he’s been asking everyone when they usually stop by your office to get patched up. He even memorized your office hours to try and get you there but everytime he did, you weren’t there.

“She’s been staying at her office either late or early morning. Safe bet is to just go to her room” Bucky says while cleaning his metal arm on the table

“O-okay, thanks again” He stood awkwardly by the door fiddling with his fingers.

“Why all this trouble to talk to her? You like her or something?” Bucky says as if those words were so easy to say. Like it meant nothing but to bob it was everything

He didn’t say anything and his face turned red while he avoided eye contact.

“Uh-no! No, I don’t- li-like her. I just need um to get my blood drawn again! Yes that’s what I need. That’s exactly what I need” Bob says like he just found the greatest excuse ever but Bucky didn’t fall for it

Bucky smirked not saying anything and went back to his arm “sure, have fun” and bob scurried out the room embarrassed. Now all he had to do was wait until it was late to visit you.

12:32 am

You closed the door to your room checking the time and sighed. You had been at the office all day patching people up but not the avengers, apparently they went out on a mission.

You wondered if bob did too, you were hurt how you couldn’t speak to him. Even if you tried the words just got stuck in your throat

You took a warm shower and changed into pajama shorts with a big t-shirt. As you were ready to go to bed there was a light knock at your door.

You would’ve thought it was your imagination but it happened again. “What the” you walked over and slightly opened the door.

You gasped as you made eye contact with Bob and your first reaction was to shut the door but he stopped it with his hand.

“W-wait! I’m injured and I need you to patch me up please” he says not making eye contact. You stopped trying to force the door closed and looked at him shocked

“They made you go on the mission? Oh my god come in” you opened the door and pulled him in by the arm

“You can sit on my bed, where are you hurt?” You asked while you frantically got some supplies

Bob sat on the edge of the bed not really thinking this far ahead. “Uh-my side? Yes, my side” he was biting his lips

You were scared how bad it might be so you went up to him. “Okay take off your shirt, hurry I don’t know how bad it is. We can’t waste another second”

Bob looked mortified “w-wait do I ha-have to? I-”

“Yes bob! I need to know if it’s a bullet wound or knife or anything” you say as you reach for the ends of his sweater

His hands were also there but stayed put not making it easy for you to help take off his sweater.

“Bob, please. I’m scared and helping you would make me less scared” he squeezed his eyes shut and sighed knowing he was screwed. He took off his sweater and the shirt that was underneath

There was a moment of silence and bob was getting worried.

“Bob?” You asked

“Mmh?” He responded still not opening his eyes

“Where’s your wound?” You say carefully and then you connected the dots

You gasped “did you lie to me? How could you?”

“W-well it was the only way I can get you to talk to-to me. I’m sorry” he said ashamed and his head hung low.

There was silence, he felt the bed dip as you sat down next to him

“I-” you were about to start explaining but he cut you off

“You never came back to admire the figurines” he said in a low hurt tone

You sighed now feeling guilty and you reached to hold his hand. “Bob I haven’t been able to talk to you because this whole mess was my fault. If I had known or dug a little deeper maybe I could’ve caught something that seemed off but it’s like I led you into a trap” your eyes were watering and you continued

“I was also embarrassed, yelena said you ended up remembering everything and that meant my m-memory as well” there was a few tears falling down and you were fully facing your body to him.

He didn’t say anything for a second and turns to adjust himself facing you too. “It wasn’t your fault y/n. I’m the one who can’t control myself. Yelena told me we shouldn’t blame ourselves. I’m just glad you’re safe, and uh I-I think what stopped the void was y-you”

You looked at him confused and he continues. “I-I feel calm with you around and I think it’s the same for h-him” he looks down and sees your intertwined hands

You didn’t say anything, you were shocked but no words came out.

His free hand slowly went to your cheek and hovered there for a second like he was debating on doing it. He hesitantly wiped away the tears that were stuck there

“Who was that guy if you don’t mind me asking?” Knowing who he was referring to

“My ex, it was a long time ago yet he’s still wandering around free. Apparently there wasn’t strong evidence against him and he was bailed out”

Bobs eyes glowed and his hand started squeezing yours now. “Ow” you say and confused at what you just saw.

He shut his eyes and shook his head “I’m-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to h-hurt you. I’m s-sorry” he opened his eyes and they were back to normal making you worried

“Bob, what’s wrong?” Your free hand cupped his cheek making him look at you

He gulps “sometimes he gets in my head, it’s almost like intrusive thoughts but worse. Almost like he takes over for a split-second”

You nodded understanding “it’s okay, if you want we can start practicing how to control it whenever you want this week”

He blushed “ye-yeah, I’d like that. Thank- thank you”

Your hand was still on his cheek and you were admiring his eyes then nose and your eyes eventually trailed to his lips. Until they trailed further down and you forgot he was shirtless.

The redness started from his chest all the way up to his face making it known he was blushing hardcore. His body was built and your intrusive thoughts told you to touch him.

You blushed at the thought and focused your eyes on him but he was already looking at you. Both of you said nothing but there was nothing to be said, your eyes did all the talking

It was like he was being lured in as his face inched forward, it was small and subtle but he was waiting for you to lean back.

Instead you slowly started to move your face closer showing him this is what you wanted too. You felt each others warm breath meaning your lips were almost slightly touching until yelena opened your door.

“Hey y/n we’re back can you- AH!”

You and bob pulled back from each other fast and screamed back at yelena

“AH!” Your hand went over your heart, you felt like a heart attack was coming. Bob tried covering himself with his sweater but it was too late.

She points at both of you, “OH.MY.GOD. I KNEW IT HA”

You and bob looked at each other sheepishly, knowing you two were never going to live this down.

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Hey yall! If you read this far thank you for reading my first bob fanfic (and hopefully enjoyed it) I know have a lot of things to work on for my writing style so please bear with me :p I’m debating on making a chapter 2 but I’d also love feedback from you guys. Thank you <3

[justinaburns]

The Pitt details

What we know about Frank Langdon so far in season 1

I do apologize in advance for some ugly gifs. I tried making gifs, but I think it’s my phone storage that messed up the quality. So the ugly, grainy gifs are made by me, again apologies in advance

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ᴏɴᴇ— 7 ᴀ.ᴍ.

Frank and Robby talking about dogs for kids

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ᴏɴᴇ— 7 ᴀ.ᴍ. | ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ— 8 ᴀ.ᴍ.

Frank likes Redbull

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ— 8 ᴀ.ᴍ.

Frank’s wife and son being mentioned

And here is Frank’s goldendoodle he got for his kids

In 1x09; 3 p.m. Frank mentions his goldendoodle is 9 weeks old

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇ— 11 ᴀ.ᴍ.

Frank wearing a bracelet on his wrist that his kids made him. It says ♥ DAD ♥ 

Robby gave a recommendation letter for Frank to get into the ED Medical Education Fellowship

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ꜱɪx— 12 ᴘ.ᴍ.

Frank wanting to get Abby a Birkin to make up for getting the kids a dog

additional scene too

Frank having 2 kids under 4

additional scene

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ— 1 ᴘ.ᴍ.

Frank mentioning his son

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ— 3 ᴘ.ᴍ.

Frank immediately calling his son just to hear his voice after losing a kid patient and listens to his sons song

Frank listens to David Crosby

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴇɴ— 4 ᴘ.ᴍ.

According to Heather Collins, Frank does ice plunges and marathons

Frank wanting to grill up salmon for his wife and kids for dinner

Frank having a drawing his kids made him hanging up in his locker 

Frank having a crosswords book in his locker

Frank hurt his back helping his parents move. And no this isn’t a lie because Frank also says how he told Robby and Robby made fun of him for it

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ— 7 ᴘ.ᴍ.

Frank listens to “EM:RAP” podcasts, which is monthly emergency medicine audio series full of CME (Continuing medical education) and the latest reviews and perspectives

I am unsure if I’m missing any other details. I do plan on doing an actual rewatch of The Pitt to pick up on any details I might’ve missed and I will definitely add them to this post.

My thoughts on certain things:

1: Fans saying that Frank surprised Abby with the goldendoodle.

The only things that was said was:

Dana saying that’s a lot for Abby to handle because she is already handling two kids.

And

Heather Collins saying it in addition to Frank being an adrenaline junkie. Quote from scene: “Such an adrenaline junkie. Your ice plunges. Marathon man. Surprise here’s a dog, surprise here’s salmon.” something along the lines of that.

Nowhere do I recall it being said that Frank surprised his wife with the goldendoodle, or that Frank got the puppy without consulting his wife first, or that Frank got the goldendoodle without her knowledge. 

He could have told her about wanting to get the kids a dog, maybe Abby said no, but he got the dog anyways. But also, it was never said that she even said no. Maybe she said yes because maybe she even thinks it’s a good idea for their kids.

As I mentioned before, I definitely plan on doing a rewatch to make sure I didn’t miss any details.

2: Fans talking about Abby wanting a Birkin

Maybe she could have meant it sarcastically and Frank didn’t pick up on it. Maybe it was like a “yeah you can make it up to me by getting me a Birkin for my birthday”, or something along the lines of that. Maybe after Frank talked to his colleagues about getting the dog, he realized he wants to make it up to her by getting the Birkin for her birthday and she could’ve mentioned it to him one time and thinks it’ll make up for it.

3: Fans also thought (and maybe because they/some ship Mel and Frank) that there were problems in Abby’s and Frank’s marriage because of Frank begging to talk to Tanner, but I was thinking:

1- Frank obviously immediately wanted to hear his sons voice after losing a kid/teen patient.

2- Maybe Frank was calling at the wrong time. Maybe Abby was on her way to put Tanner in bed for a nap because Frank was calling at 3 p.m. OR literally any other reason. She could’ve been busy, she could’ve been working from home, she could’ve been doing chores, she could’ve been running a bath for Tanner. We don’t know. And we won’t know. But she did put Tanner on the phone, which is most important.

There is endless possibilities to all of these.

♦ Fact #1, Coronavirus/Covid began happening in China in 2019 and entered the U.S. in 2020. 

♦ Fact #2, saw a tweet that says: Langdon was a med student in 2020. 

♦ Fact #3, Frank has a wife named Abby and they have 2 kids. One of them is a 4 year old son named Tanner. We don’t know the age or gender of their other kid.

♦ Fact #4, in the show, the year was never stated. I thought it was 2025, but others think it was set in 2024. Either way… Since in season 1, Tanner is 4 years old. If it’s 2025, then Tanner was born in 2021. If it’s 2024, then Tanner was born in 2020. 

(Imagine if Tanner was born in 2020, the chaos. Imagine: being a med student, covid outbreak happens, lockdowns are happening, and then having your son during covid… what a crazy time. I just KNOW Frank was so scared and worried about and for Tanner. I just KNOW he sanitized himself and even Abby, I just KNOW he religiously wore masks around Tanner to make sure his son would be safe and healthy, (and maybe he even wore gloves to protect Tanner) etc.)

♦ Robby gave a recommendation letter for Frank to get into the ED Medical Education Fellowship

[dudududuumaxverstappen]

Public - Lewis Hamilton x fem. Reader

“Lewis Hamilton and stranger seen leaving restaurant in Miami. Who is the secret beauty?”

“Is Lewis Hamilton officially off the market? ”

“Lewis Hamilton sparks romance rumors as he steps out of restaurant with—”

A deep sigh parts your lips as you toss your head back against the pillows and drop your phone to the mattress.

You‘ve been trying so hard to keep it a secret but obviously either a fan of his or some really, really good paparazzo caught a snapshot of you leaving the restaurant together.

It‘s getting exhausting and quite frankly you are tired of this hiding game. You love Lewis, and you don’t care if the whole world knows about it. It‘s better than hiding, better than always trying to stay under the radar of those curious eyes just waiting to spot you two together.

You turn your head to the side, looking at your partner for a moment, silently admiring him - his beauty. All the sculpted, hard muscles of his chest on display just for you, his defined face, his long lashes drawing shadows on his cheeks as his eyes are focused on a video on his phone.

You roll onto your side, slowly reaching out to rest your hand on his chest as you snuggle close to him. “Lewis?” you find yourself asking in a voice tinged with nervousness, tipping your head back to meet his gaze that has now also left his phone and wandered to you.

“Hm?” He lifts a brow, something like worry shimmering in his eyes at your tone. He places his phone down beside him and slides his hand over yours, interlacing your fingers.

“Why don’t we make it official?” Your throat seems to tighten the moment the question leaves your mouth.

Lewis‘ eyes widen for a split second before he closes them. He takes a deep breath, his chests lifts beneath your palm and then he exhales audibly.

“Yes,” he finally breathes, although there’s uncertainty in his voice. “Yes, actually why not.” He leans down and presses his soft lips to your forehead. “But are you ready for everything that comes with it?”

“Yes,” you answer firmly. “We’re already getting pictured together, there are already headlines about you and your mystery girlfriend. Spekulations…”

You push up on your elbow so you can look at him, your eyes slowly travelling over his face before meeting his again. “I want the world to know that I‘m yours and you’re mine. I want to attend races as your girlfriend and not make sure to hide somewhere or go everywhere and hopefully not get caught by paparazzi. I just … I want to be part of your life, of your world, with everything it includes.”

He keeps looking at you, somehow thoughtfully, and then his throat works on a swallow before a smile appears on his lips. “And I want you to be part of every small part of my life. I want you to be there, in the paddock, after the races. I want to hold you, kiss you and find peace in your arms after races.”

“So no more hiding then?”

“No more hiding,” he smiles and his lips close over yours.

~~~~~~

Racing Hearts: Lewis Hamilton Makes A Stunning Paddock Entrance with Mystery Partner

Lewis Hamilton Turns Heads As He Appears With Secret Beauty on the Paddock

F1 Lewis Hamilton Sparks Dating Speculation When Appearing to Race With Mystery Partner

How fast the news articles about you spread is beyond you. The race is only about to start, you have entered the paddock a few hours ago, and now the articles are booming. It‘s another reminder for you just how famous your partner actually is. It‘s crazy. And wonderful at the same time. You are so proud of him, so proud of what he has achieved. So proud that you can call him yours.

After kissing him good luck, Lewis goes over to his engineers and to his cars. This is when you take your place, headphones that have been given to you in one hand, your phone in the other.

You shouldn’t look, shouldn’t check social media, knowing what will expect you there - comments about you and Lewis together, comments solely about you, your looks, your intentions…everything. Negative and positive things.

Still you find yourself opening instagram … just too look. There are already posts, many of them and your eyes widen in surprise as you flick through them.

OMG OMG … hamilton‘s off the market???!!!

She‘s stunning

might be a bit young??

her style is hilarious … hilarious meaning awful

Why would he choose someone like her?

i can‘t believe he’s cheating on me with her?! jokes aside, she looks stunning, great couple

POWER COUPLE!

ngl they look really good together

she‘s probably just after his money…

You put your phone away, a smile on your lips. Of course, there are bad things amongst all the lovely messages, but none of these comments matter. Nobody knows how the relationship between you really is, how much you love each other, and how real this bond between you truly is.

You put the headphones on, eyes focused on the screen in front of you.

And this time when he finishes, you are right there. Hugging him, kissing him, holding him.

I wasn’t sure about posting this, it’s super new for me to write about actual people. Still hope you liked it❤️

[clegfly]

I’ve… I’ve been thinking lately…

[yache-berries]

HUGE SHOUT-OUT TO @drawnbinary FOR MAKING THIS A VERY SPECIAL PRIDE MONTH!!! 🥹🌻🍊✨️

[lives-in-midgard]

Can't lose you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader including Sam Wilson and Joaquin Torres

Summary: After Bucky found out that you had a car accident and are now in the hospital. He rushes to the hospital and is scared to lose you.

Warnings: slight mention of a car accident, sad and scared Bucky 🥺

Word Count: 1266

A/N: Hey! It's been a while since I wrote a Bucky fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. 🥰

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

Bucky was at Sam and Joaquin’s base, talking about a mission when he suddenly got a call from an unknown number.

“Hello, am I talking to James Buchanan Barnes?” The woman said on the other end of the phone.

“Yes, that’s me.” Bucky said and looked over to Sam. Suddenly he began to get nervous. What if something happed to you?

“Did something happen to my wife?” Bucky asked and was scared what she would say.

“She had a car accident and is in the hospital. Your wife is currently getting operated.” She said and Bucky’s heart began to race. The woman explained some more things to Bucky, but he was too nervous to listen to everything.

“Thank you, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Bucky said and as the call ended, he took a deep breath. He looked at the ground for a second and his eyes began to get blurry. Sam and Joaquin who could hear the conversation looked at each other with a worried expression. Sam walked over to Bucky and laid his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to give him some comfort. Bucky looked at Sam with a worried expression.

“I have to go to her.” Bucky mumbled and Sam nodded.

“We’ll drive you.” Sam said and looked at Joaquin who was already grabbing his car keys.

“Thanks, Sam.” They made their way to the car. Bucky didn’t pay much attention to the drive. He looked down at his wedding ring and softly touched it with his thumb and thought about this morning. The morning started so good. The day always starts good when you’re in his arms. A light smile appaired on his face as he thought back to today’s morning conversation. You had to get up and go to work but Bucky didn’t want to let go of you. So, you stayed a few more minutes and cuddled.

“Bucky we’re here.” Sam softly said and interrupted Bucky’s thoughts. Bucky looked up at him and then they walked to the hospital. As they walked into the hospital a nurse told Bucky where they could wait for a doctor. The three of them sat down on the chairs and Bucky looked at his ring again and started to play with his hands.

“I can’t lose her too.” Bucky suddenly whispered while a tear ran down his cheek. He thought about his sister, his parents and about Steve. You were the only family he has and he loved you so much.

“Buck, you won’t. She is a fighter.” Sam said and a light smile appeared on Bucky’s face.

“Yeah, you’re right. She is.”

“Thanks for being here with me.” Bucky said.

“Of course.” Sam said and Joaquin nodded. You are also important to them. They are one of your closest friends.

A few more minutes passed until a doctor came to them. Bucky, Sam and Joaquin all looked to her.

“Mr. Barnes?” She said and Bucky stood up.

“Is she okay?” Bucky asked.

“Your wife is stable. She is still asleep, but you can go to her, I’ll come and check on her in a bit.” The doctor said and Bucky felt relieved knowing that you were stable and that he could see you. Before walking away Bucky looked at Sam and Joaquin who both also looked very glad that you were okay.

“We’ll wait here.” Sam said and Bucky nodded. Then he followed the doctor to your room. Bucky opened the door and quietly walked over to your bed. He sat down next to your bed and reached for your hand, drawing soft circles on the back of your hand. A couple of minutes passed until you woke up. A soft smile appeared on his face as he noticed that you started to wake up.

When you woke up you looked into Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes.

“Bucky.” You mumbled and looked around.

“You’re at the hospital my love.” Bucky said and you could remember what happened.

“I had an accident.” You whispered and Bucky nodded.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, doll.” Bucky admitted as he softly held your hand and gave it a gently squeeze. You gave him a small smile.

“Sam and Joaquin are also here.” Bucky said after a moment, and you were relieved that he wasn’t alone. A while later there was a knock on the door and a doctor walked in.

“Mrs Barnes, how are you feeling?” She asked and looked at you.

“I feel tired and exhausted.” I admitted.

“That’s understandable, you have been though quite a bit. The surgery went well but you have to stay here for a few days.“

“So, she is okay?” Bucky asked to make sure.

“Yes, they both seem to be in perfect health.” The doctor said. You looked at Bucky with a confused look. Bucky was as confused as you and looked back to the doctor.

“You said they both?”

“I did. Mrs. Barnes. You’re pregnant.” She said and you couldn’t believe it. You began to smile and looked over to Bucky who also had a huge smile on his face.

“We’re gonna be parents.” Bucky said with a smile.

“I’ll let you two alone.” The doctor said with a smile and left the room.

“I can’t believe it, doll.” Bucky said and moved closer to you. He gently placed his hand on your cheek and gave you a passionate kiss.

“I love you.” You whispered as you broke the kiss.

“I love you too.” Bucky said with so much love.

“Can I see Sam and Joaquin?” You asked Bucky after a while.

“I think you should get some rest, doll.”

“Just for a bit.”

“Okay, just for a bit. I’ll be right back.” He said and kissed your cheek before going out of the room. It didn’t take long until Bucky returned with them.

“We are so glad that you’re okay.” Joaquin said with a smile as he entered the room.

“Thanks for being there for Bucky.”

“That’s what friends are for.” Sam said and you smiled back at him and then looked over to Bucky. Bucky nodded at you answering your silent question.

“I bet you will be great uncles.” You suddenly said with a grin.

“What?” Joaquin said confused but Sam started to smile.

“My beautiful wife is pregnant.” Bucky announced with a smile.

“Wow, congrats you two, that’s amazing.” Joaquin said with full excitement and Sam also congratulated you and Bucky. They stayed for a few minutes until you decided that it’s better to rest now.

“If you need anything, just call me.” Sam said before leaving. When they left you tried to move a bit to the other side of the bed.

“Woah, take it easy doll.” Bucky said and quickly stood up to help you.

“Just wanted to make some space for you.” You mumbled and could see how he began to smile.

“You want to cuddle?” Bucky asked in a soft voice, and you nodded. Bucky laid down beside you and gently put his arm around you. You laid your head on his chest, and he gently kissed your forehead. Bucky held you close and began to slowly draw circles on your arm, knowing that it always brings you comfort when he does that.

“I’m gonna be a dad.” Bucky suddenly whispered.

“I already know you’re going to be a great dad.” You whispered and slowly began to fall asleep.

“And you’re going to be the best mom.” Bucky whispered even though you were already asleep. Having you close and knowing that you were okay, finally brought Bucky some peace.

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[kxsagi]

Kindly requesting mma fighter!gf x blue lock boys 🙏

I’ve been hyperfixating on the idea for a hot minute and would like to know your take on these 🤭 As for characters, could you have Isagi, Bachira, Sae, Shido, Reo, Kaiser and Barou? (As well as any other characters you’d like to add) Thank you ☺️

“𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭”

a/n: this is giving “my girlfriend could kill me (and i’d let her)”

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, kaiser michael, barou shoei

itoshi sae

deadpan “wtf” when he first sees you break a guy’s nose clean in a sparring match. 

not scared of you… just extremely respectful of you. 

“remind me to never piss you off.” 

secretly enjoys watching your training vids. they're always playing in the background while he studies game footage or stretches. he says it's for "noise." 

loves that you can protect yourself. he doesn't worry when you're out late because who would even try you? 

your bruised knuckles get the gentlest kisses. he's silent about it, but you catch the softness in his eyes every time. 

itoshi rin

"your form’s off. tilt your elbow when you throw." 

yes. rin critiques your fighting technique. 

trains with you for fun, but it turns serious fast. you both end up full-sparring, and the neighbors call the cops because it sounds like a crime scene. 

lowkey turns into your water boy during competitions. towel ready, water open, dead silent but there for everything. 

he doesn't like people staring at you in your fight gear, but he'd never say that. instead, he’ll just glare until they combust. 

jealous when you get press attention – “they should be watching me, not her.” (he’s just petty + he loves you.) 

isagi yoichi

your biggest fan. like. front row, wearing a shirt with your name on it. 

he gasps when you throw punches like a mom watching her kid in a karate tournament. 

“wait wait wait was that a spinning elbow??? baby that was SICK!!!” 

always tries to “train” with you and ends up flat on his back every time. 

absolutely posts clips of you on his insta stories with heart emojis. 

when fans flirt with him, he literally goes, “my girlfriend would kick your ass in two seconds.” 

bachira meguru

he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. 

challenges you to play-wrestling. ends up in a headlock giggling like a maniac. 

asks you to teach him cool moves just so he can show off in public and say “my girlfriend taught me that!” 

gets way too into your pre-fight rituals. “do you want me to braid your hair? can i scream like a hype man before you go in?” 

draws little doodles of you mid-kick. has a sticker of you on his phone case. 

actually becomes a little possessive when other fighters flirt with you. all smiley until he says, “she’ll break your nose if you try that again.” 

shidou ryusei

it’s a match made in hell. chaos x chaos. 

you two flirt by trying to knock each other out. 

sparring is just foreplay, honestly. 

“babe you broke my rib that was so hot.” 

starts fights in public just so you can jump in and “save” him. 

he’s obsessed with your strength. like, genuinely obsessed. will brag about you to strangers like “my girlfriend could kill you with her pinky.” 

also not-so-secretly into the idea of you pinning him. yeah… 

mikage reo

shocked at first. like, his elegant, stunning girlfriend… punches people for a living? 

gets over it fast and becomes the most extra supporter of all time. 

hires a videographer to make hype montages of your fights. 

“you need better sponsorships. i’ll call my manager.” 

wears suits to your matches like he’s at fashion week. 

deadass once tries to bribe your opponents to forfeit so you won’t get hurt. you banned him from doing that again. 

gets really flustered when you pin him against the wall. “d-don’t use your pro moves on me, babe… please…” 

kaiser michael

he acts cocky until he sees you knock someone out in 30 seconds. 

“... okay that was kind of sexy.” 

makes it his life mission to look cooler than you in public. spoiler: he fails. 

“you’re lucky i like strong women.” while actively looking like a golden retriever when you punch the heavy bag. 

kisses your bruises like it’s romantic. it kinda is. 

super competitive during sparring. refuses to go easy even when you dominate him. 

also: “imagine our kids. they'd be gods.” 

barou shoei

does NOT know how to process you at first. 

like. you fight?? professionally?? 

refuses to admit he’s impressed. instead he says “your guard’s sloppy.” 

you beat him in arm wrestling and he sulks for a week. 

but deep down? he’s proud as hell. watches all your matches. complains when they don’t show your good side. 

sometimes trains with you, but it always turns into a competition. 

super protective even though you clearly don’t need it. “don’t talk to her. she can handle herself, but i’ll break your jaw too.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[ggidolsmuts]

TTYL, Unless? - Loossemble Hyunjin (ft. ARTMS Heejin)

After you got together with Heejin and Hyunjin, the world conspired to split the three of you apart, making them end up in different groups rather than being in one group like before. The three of you managed, but meeting up became both easier and harder—it was harder to meet both of them together, because their schedules never seemed to overlap, and yet it was easier in a way to meet each of them more often, since their schedules never seemed to overlap. If Heejin was busy touring, Hyunjin would come looking to go on dates. If Hyunjin was busy with her comeback, Heejin would be texting you to come out.

"Yah, what are you thinking about?" Hyunjin pokes you out of your daze. For now it is Heejin's turn to tour, and Hyunjin's resting, the two of you out and about on a quiet cafe date.

"Thinking about you!" You hold her hand a little tighter—you were in public, so it wouldn't do to draw more attention.

"Not Heejin?"

"When did my girlfriend become the jealous type?"

"Did you forget that Heejin is also your girlfriend?" She digs a nail into your palm, making you hiss at the sting. "But say it again."

"Say what?"

"That I'm your girlfriend." She's blushing, smiling to herself at your words. You pull Hyunjin towards you, hugging her in the middle of the street. "What are you doing!"

"You are my girlfriend, I don't care if people find out."

"Crazy!" But she stays in your embrace. "Let's head back home."

"Is everything okay though? You were never this... worried? Or wary? About Heejin?" The two of you stop by at Hyunjin's favorite bakery.

"No it's just after all that happened... we're spending a lot of time with you, but always separately. I'm worried that you will, you know, compare us, have a preference for one of us."

"Would you believe me if I say I don't?"

"Would Heejin believe you?" You pause for a moment, and Hyunjin takes the chance to sneak an extra pastry on to the tray.

"Yes."

"Don't lie, I know that Heejin is competitive, and you know it too." She grabs another pastry as your punishment for lying—Hyunjin's right, Heejin would definitely want to "win", regardless of the inaneness of the competition.

"Where is this coming from? It's not like we never hung out separately before we all agreed to be together." You sigh and pay for all the pastries.

"Yeah but that's before—" Hyunjin looks around and leans in. "That's before we started doing all of this, unless you were already comparing our bodies before you saw us naked?"

"Of course not!"

"So once you have, don't you have, you know, preferences? And one of us will be closer to your preferences? If you say we have the same figure I will stuff this bread straight down your throat." Hyunjin threatens, and you quickly shut your open mouth.

"I like you both, in different ways, no one is better than the other. How did you define your diet again?"

"What? Oh! I have a seafood diet, I see food, I eat food." Hyunjin cackles at her own bad joke.

"I'm just like that with you. When I see you, I want you." You add with feigned suaveness, sneaking a hand under the table to grab Hyunjin's thigh.

"Yah you are crazy! Eat your bread!" Hyunjin blushes and pushes you off, but you know she likes it.

"Tch, you're the one who kept talking about figures and having preferences."

"Hmph!"

"I need another coffee for these, do you want one?"

"Sure, thank you!" You shake your head as Hyunjin's happy once more, a pastry in each hand and chomping away. "Then we can go home!" She adds, cheeks puffing with bread.

You're lying on the sofa with Hyunjin, lazing the afternoon away watching a movie, when your phone rings.

"Hmm? Oh it's Heejin. Hey Heejin!"

"Oh oppa, is now a good time?"

"Yeah I'm just here with Hyunjin, what's up?"

"Oh umm, I'll just talk to you later then, have a good time with Hyunjin!" The phone is taken out of your hands and is placed on speakerphone.

"Yah, Jeon Heejin. You were going to do phone sex with oppa weren't you?"

"What?" "Yah Kim Hyunjin! How can you just say that?!"

"We talked about it, when we miss you while on tour. She suggested it, right Heejin?"

"Yes."

"I umm, I see." Your throat is suddenly dry. The phone is silent, but Hyunjin does the prodding.

"Do it."

"Really? Do it?" Heejin asks, you can tell she's considering it.

"I want to listen. We've already had sex together, the three of us, phone sex is nothing." Hyunjin kisses you, a hand slipping under your t-shirt. "Ask her what she's wearing."

"W-What are you wearing right now Heejin?"

"Oh, are you sure— I'm wearing a lace top, and umm, some shorts."

"Are the shorts as tight as the ones you wore on stage?" you blurt out, your mind already going back to when you first saw those fancams.  "I swear I could see where I should be in those photos." Hyunjin nods her approval, bringing up the pictures on her phone. This is weird but exciting.

"You saw those? Yeah they were really tight, I had to wear something looser the next night."

"Good, wouldn't want anyone else to see."

"Yes, just for you to see." Heejin's voice deepens, she's getting into it too. "What are you wearing oppa? Are your shorts getting tight too?"

"Yeah. I'll help oppa with it though," Hyunjin answers for you. "Let me take off his t-shirt first." She pushes you down on the sofa, putting the phone by your head, making sure Heejin can hear her kissing you sloppily.

"You should take off your top too Heejin," you mumble, pushing your hands beneath Hyunjin's. "Are you wearing underwear?" you ask as you play with Hyunjin over her bra.

"No..."

"So naughty, I wish I could see you topless."

"It's okay, just make Hyunjin take her top off." Hyunjin listens, pulling off her t-shirt and undoing her bra.

"She has now. Should I play with her tits?"

"Yes, I am too," Heejin sighs.

"Tell me what you're doing."

"I'm squeezing them, rubbing my nipples, they're, mm, pretty stiff." Hyunjin lets you sit up and do the same to her, her soft gasps merging with Heejin's over the speaker. "It feels good..."

"It does." Hyunjin agrees. "He's using his teeth, pulling on it a little, ah!"

"How hard is he?" You let out a deep breath as Hyunjin reaches down between your legs.

"Very. What do you want to do?" Hyunjin's breathing deeply too, her voice husky as she asks Heejin.

"I want to stroke him, feel how hard he is in my hands."

"She's stroking me, touch yourself Heejin." You hear the soft "ah" as the image of Heejin slipping her hand beneath her shorts surfaces in your mind. 

"H-How would you touch me oppa?" You quickly grab the phone and pull Hyunjin to the bedroom—with more room to maneuver you can touch her as she strokes you.

"Me? I would start slow, rub you over your panties, make sure you are soaking wet before I do anything else." You gently press between Hyunjin's legs—she's already sticky. Hastily she pushes her shorts off to give you better access.

"Oh yes... What then? Would you take off my panties?" Heejin sighs.

"Not yet." You say sharply, making sure that Heejin listens to you. "I'd tease you further, trace your shape over it, like those tight shorts you wore." Hyunjin whines, a hand on your arm, trying to get you to do more.

"Ah, I won't wear it again. Please?" Hyunjin strokes you faster, more firmly as Heejin begs, working in tandem once more.

"Good, take your panties off."

"Only if you take your underwear off." Soon you, Hyunjin, and Heejin are equally naked.

"Should I use one finger or two?" you ask.

"T-Two." 

"Ah!" "Mmm!" You hear Heejin's moan in one ear, and Hyunjin's in the other as you slip two fingers into her wet heat.

"So tight, so wet Heejin, I'm going to finger you."

"Yes! Yes do it!" You push deep into Hyunjin, feeling her tense and clench around your digits. You mouth silently to Hyunjin, asking her to tell Heejin what she's feeling.

"So deep in me already, he knows what I like, what we like Heejin. G-Go faster!" You start moving your hand more rapidly, feeling your fingers get wetter. The two of you can hear more of Heejin's moans now, louder and more frequent.

"Dont forget to touch your clit." You make sure your bump against Hyunjin's, and she has to bite back a cry when you do so. There's no muffling on Heejin's end, and her squeal comes through loud and clear.

"Yes oppa! Do more!" To her credit Hyunjin stays quiet, allowing Heejin to focus on herself and you. You feel her breaking down though, her hand on your cock forgetting to stroke you, an arm over her mouth to muffle herself. The phone sex is definitely turning her on—she's bucking into your hand, flat tummy flexing and tits jiggling slight as she twitches on the bed. You haven't seen Hyunjin quite like this in a while, and that's turning you on, now you want to finish her off properly.

"I'm curling my fingers in you," you utter into the phone, but you're doing it to Hyunjin, and the reaction is immediate.

"Ah!" A sharp yelp that Hyunjin can't help, and on the other end of the phone, an instant reaction from Heejin.

"Yes! Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming oppa!"

"Cum for me!" You plunge your fingers even faster into Hyunjin, and she's biting into a pillow, thighs crushing your hand. You watch Hyunjin and listen to Heejin, their orgasms seeming to blend together into something even hotter. Heejin's babbling, moaning incoherently while your fingers get crushed by Hyunjin's pussy—they seem to be in rhythm, each deep and harsh breath from Heejin in time with Hyunjin's contractions and small waves of slick.

"Oh... that was great oppa." Heejin sighs, and Hyunjin has finally released her bite on the pillow, both of them coming down from strong orgasms. "I really needed that."

"Good, I'm happy." You're too horny to beat around the bush. "I'm going to fuck Hyunjin now, so I'll talk to you later—"

"Wait, can I listen?"

"You want to listen?"

"Yeah, you don't have to talk to me, I just want to, er, hear you finish."

"I'm not going to be quiet," Hyunjin speaks up. "You know what he does to me."

"Yeah I— Fuck I'm already imagining it happening to me. Just pretend I'm not here." You hear the rustle of sheets, and the tiniest of gasp as Heejin tries and fails to keep quiet. You don't care though, as Hyunjin's stroking you again, making you aware of just how hard you are.

"Lay on your front." You grab the phone and place it by Hyunjin's head before getting on top of her prone form. "You know what he does to me huh? What else have you and Heejin said about me?" You nuzzle her neck, hearing her gasp as you push your head, then your tip, and then your shaft, into her.

"Hnngh! Sensitve, sensitive!" Hyunjin yields to you, albeit a little too fast. "Don't move!"

"Sensitive? You mean your song?" You earn a light smack for that.

"Of course not, I mean I'm sensitive, because I just came!"

"And I haven't!" Hyunjin groans. "But I'll give you a short break, what have you and Heejin been talking about?"

"What you like, what we like, what you do that we like, mmm!" You bottom out in her, and she's gripping you tightly.

"And what do you like Hyunjin?" True to your word it is a short break, and you can't help but begin moving, for now settling for rocking back and forth in her. "Better answer fast before I start fucking you faster."

"I like it when you kiss my neck, yes right there!" You leave a dark red mark over her favorite spot. "I like it when you touch me all over, show me that you love my body." 

"Of course I do." You squeeze everything you love about Hyunjin—her neck, her shoulders, her tits, her midriff, her hips. You squeeze her thighs with yours, making sure she's even tighter around you.

"Fuck, I love how tight you are, Hyunjin!" You put more force into your thrusts, slamming down on her prone form, her butt and thighs rippling when you do so. On instinct Hyunjin's raising her hips slightly, letting you press them back down on the bed, letting gravity get you even deeper into her.

"Y-You're so big, oh god, mmm, mm, mm! Hnngh Heejin he's doing it again!" 

"What?" You slow down again, distracted by how different she sounds. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, don't stop, just nngh, keep doing that!" Hyunjin's groaning, or perhaps grunting is the more accurate description, with every thrust, every time you put all your weight into her hips.

"Doing what?" You want answers, but with the way you continue to fuck her Hyunjin's quickly becoming incapable of responding.

"You're pushing against her womb, her umm, cervix," Heejin answers for Hyunjin. "When you go really deep you sometimes touch mine too—" Heejin cuts herself off with a sigh—she's touching herself again.

"Is that good?" Hyunjin freezes up when you nudge against it again, and you force yourself to slow down. "Please tell me if I should stop."

"No, it's really good, really really good, just not too hard." You cup her chin, tilting her head back and off the bed. It must feel amazing for Hyunjin, because she's gurgling when you sink deep into her again, nudging against the little resistance that's driving her mad. "Right— Uh! There!"

"What about... here?" You adjust your angle slightly, rubbing against her more familiar g-spot. Hyunjin coos, clearly loving it too. But you don't even have to ask when you do both on the same thrust, sliding your head against her g-spot before you drive your hips forward, nudging the entrance to her womb firmly.

"Oh my god, keep doing that, keep doing that!" The words rush out of Hyunjin, and her legs are kicking beneath you. "I love it!"

"What do you love about it?" You've pushed her legs apart slightly, giving yourself more room to plant your knees and really fuck her. You kiss the left side of her neck, then the right—you're going to leave a necklace of hickeys across her skin.

"That you're hnngh— filling me completely, stuffing me so full, ah!"

"Like your favorite pastries? Full of filling?"

"Yes, the best ones, where it's all meat, there's no empty space, and when I try to squeeze you... Fuck you're so hard in me!" Hyunjin's whimpering, and her attempted constrictions around you just drive you to fuck her harder. Your hips bounce off hers, the sound of skin-on-skin action extra satisfying as Hyunjin tries to push back against you, willing you to shove yourself all the way into her. Each successive thrust gets faster and stronger—Hyunjin's creaming around you, streaks of white coating your shaft as she's building to her own massive orgasm. She's as hot as a freshly toasted loaf of bread, warm and satisfying as you plant another kiss on the back of her neck. You've never seen Hyunjin lose it quite like this, the rapid and soft grunts telling you just how fucked to the limit she is, and soon the desire to fill her with your own cream becomes too much.

"Fuck, going to cum!" you growl, hugging her possessively, arm around her neck.

"Do it! Do it in me!" You pull Hyunjin off the bed as your hips slam down one final time, forcing her into an impressive arch as you bottom out and then pump out your load straight into her. Hyunjin cums in the very next instant, the shotgun blast of warmth right against her womb sending her eyes rolling into her head, her breath stopping as she climaxes powerfully beneath you. Everything about her short circuits and stops working; everything except her pussy, squeezing you like a piping bag, getting all the baby batter she can get out of you. After watching and listening to Hyunjin and Heejin get off earlier, your own orgasm is even stronger and longer, and you collapse on top of her, holding Hyunjin down as you rut into her, delivering, pumping, squeezing, oozing, everything you have into her.

Over the phone you hear Heejin, or rather, you hear Heejin's pussy, sopping wet and squelching as her hand is hard at work getting herself off, and with a deep-chested cry you hear her cum shortly after. You kiss Hyunjin lovingly, keeping yourself in her until you hear the rustle of Heejin picking up the phone again.

"Thanks oppa, sorry if that was too loud at the end."

"No, we finished just before you."

"Yeah, he came a lot in me."

"You two don't hide anything do you?"

"S-Show me."

"Fine, you too then." You're dumbfounded as Hyunjin grabs her phone and points it between her legs, but you see that she's captured your state as well—There's bits of Hyunjin's cream all over your cock and crotch, and right next to your cock, where there should've been the pink slit of Hyunjin's pussy, all that's seen in the photo is a strip of white, your cum pouring out of her like an overfilled bun.

"You're going to send that to her?"

"Of course, she asked for it," Hyunjin says, like it's the most logical answer ever.

"Heejin delete it after you see it, what if you lose your phone on tour?"

"I will, we're careful about that. Sending you the pic Hyunjin." Her phone dings, and you're treated to the sight of Heejin laying back on her pillows, looking utterly satisfied as she spreads her pussy lips for you, droplets of slick splattered between her legs.

"I'm going to delete it once oppa's done looking!" Hyunjin teases.

"Wait I—" Her eyes twinkle with mischief—she got you. "Fine, delete it, that's the smart thing to do."

"Not like you won't get to see Heejin like that when she comes back."

"Yeah, I can't wait for you to do that to me, it sounded really hot."

"It is! It's like he was fucking my—" You snatch the phone from Hyunjin before it gets any more bawdy.

"Alright I am not listening to you two talk about me. You should go sleep."

"Mmmhmm now I'm all drained. Thanks oppa, I'll talk to you later. Bye Hyunjin!"

"Yup bye!" Finally alone again Hyunjin cuddles against you, not caring about the load draining out of her. "That was really hot. I am totally going to call you while you're with Heejin."

"What? Why?"

"So we can have phone sex threesome, three phone sex? Phonesome? It's only fair that I get to listen in."

"And how would you know when I'm with Heejin? She just happened to call at the right time."

"I'll get Heejin to tell me, she has to, we have to have the same experiences. You need to do her in the same position, and then tell us who felt better."

"Sometimes I can't tell if you two are competing or cooperating."

"Yes."

Some weeks later, you're in bed with a half-naked Heejin, hands ready to slip off her panties.

"Wait." She picks up her phone and quickly calls someone. "Hyunjin, we're doing it."

"Oh thanks, hi oppa!" Hyunjin's voice comes through the phone. 

"Are you serious?"

"Yes yes."

"We really need to have a talk about just how much we're sharing."

"TTYL, FHRN!"

"What are you even saying?"

"Talk to you later, fuck Heejin right now!" You turn to find Heejin already naked and prone on the bed.

Fine, you guess you'll do as Hyunjin says.

"Hnngh!"

A/N: Wanted to do a "TTYL" related story, but never got around to it until after Loossemble :( Kinda wanted to do the other scene from Heejin's perspective, but eh it would've been too samey, I leave it to your imagination lol. Thanks for reading! Have one more Hyunjin pic

[p0ckykiss]

who's spiderman - mark lee

summary -> mark lee is your best friend. you would trust him with your life, but you had no idea he was hiding such a big secret until tonight.

warnings -> female!reader x mark, friends to lovers, fluff

you sighed dramatically and flopped back onto the couch, legs draped over those of your best friend. “mark, I hate art.”

mark stopped in his tracks, a nacho chip halfway to his mouth. “but…y/n, you’re majoring in art.”

“i knooow,” you groaned, throwing your head back. “but i have like fifty projects due and not enough time to do them.”

mark grinned, finally crunching on the chip covered in cheese. “i said you should’ve started earlier.”

“psshh…just because you’re already done with all your finals for the semester doesn’t mean you can hold it over me,” you retaliated.

“yes it totally does,” he replied, laughing.

you grumbled under your breath and pulled out your phone in an attempt to ignore him. mark rolled his eyes and smiled, waiting for you to talk again while he continued munching on his nachos. several minutes passed in relative silence, and eventually you found a meme you wanted to show him, so you were forced to suck it up and acknowledge his presence. you shoved your phone in his face and he jumped before reading the post and laughing (as expected).

he spoke when you pulled the device away. “so you finally decided I was right, huh? done procrastinating now?”

“ughhh, i don’t want to though.”

“if nobody did things they didn’t want to do, then nothing would get done.” you stared at him in total confusion and he backtracked. “okay, that made no sense. how about this?” he grabbed your hand and looked you in the eye. “if you start the project for drawing class then i’ll go get us something to eat.”

“bribing me with food? you should be ashamed of yourself, mark.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” mark grinned and moved your legs so he could slide off the couch, grabbing the spare key before leaving the apartment.

much later that night, you were sitting on the same couch looking at your phone before bed. a clatter and then a thud coming from the bedroom raised your concern, and you stood with the intention of finding out what the sudden noise was. on your way to the hallway, you had a moment of common sense and grabbed a pan from the kitchen to potentially defend yourself against an intruder. did i lock my windows? you wondered, not able to remember to save your life.

your heart racing, you swung around the corner into the room. in your shock, you dropped the pan (thankfully, not on your feet) and it clattered to the ground.

there, lying face-up on your bedroom floor, was your best friend mark lee. however, he was entirely clad in a red and blue spandex-like suit from the neck down, and his face appeared to be bleeding. at the sound of the pan hitting the ground, he immediately sat upright and spun around to stare at you, a deer-in-the-headlights look in his eyes.

“you’re – you’re spiderman?!” you asked incredulously, feeling faint suddenly.

“i – i – uh…” mark jumped to his feet before quickly removing his suit. the suit crumpling to the floor and leaving him in only a pair of boxers with stars patterned on them. “why do you ask?” he tried in vain to kick the discarded costume aside and crossed his arms over his bare (and very muscled, you might add) chest awkwardly. “who’s spiderman?” he laughed nervously. “i don’t know him.”

you couldn’t believe he was actually attempting to deny what you had clearly seen with your own eyes just a few seconds ago. also, blood was dripping off his face. you put your hands on your hips. “mark, what the hell. i know you’re a superhero. i just saw you wearing the suit. also, you seem to have crawled in through my window for some reason. and…you are bleeding.”

the reality of his injury seemed to catch up with him and he sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides. (you were momentarily distracted by the muscles again…how did you never notice how ripped your best friend was??) “look, I’m sorry. but you can’t tell anyone about this, y/n. the only other person who knows this is donghyuck"

you nodded until you looked up to his face again. “donghyuck knows you're spiderman???! ” you practically yelled.

mark rushed forward and pressed his hand over your mouth, the other arm reaching up to grasp your bicep. “shhh! don’t say it so loud,” he whispered, glancing around.

you rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away so you could speak. “oh, come on, there’s nobody else here. my roommate doesn’t come back until later anyway.” now so close to him, you could more clearly see that he had a jagged cut on the side of his face and a black eye on the opposite side. almost unconsciously, you ran a thumb over his non-bruised cheekbone, and he shivered. “okay, who did this to you, mark?”

his grip tightened and he sighed, closing his eyes. “just some bad guys,” he mumbled. “honestly, it’s nothing. i’ve had worse.”

“hush. we gotta get you cleaned up before that cut gets infected, idiot.” a hesitant smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and you turned away to go find the first aid materials.

after a few minutes, mark padded into your kitchen, where you had pulled a couple of chairs near the small table and spread out the medical supplies. he had apparently discovered the ancient gray pair of sweatpants he left here a couple months ago, but he remained shirtless. “you, uh, seem to be taking this really well,” he commented, rubbing his arm nervously.

you felt your face flush. “oh, trust me – i’m still in shock, but right now I’m focusing on helping you instead of thinking too hard about everything.” you opened the dark brown bottle of hydrogen peroxide and wet a clean cotton ball with the liquid. “all right…get over here.”

“listen, y/n, you don’t actually have to do this – it’ll heal on its own-”

“not if it gets infected it won’t. now come here.”

he seemed to realize that there was no point in arguing with you and gave in. rolling his eyes good-naturedly, he sat across from you in the chair you placed near your own and leaned forward. you lightly dabbed peroxide over the cut, and he hissed. “ow, that stings.”

“sorry!” you quickly apologized. “i should have warned you.”

he smiled for a quick second before grimacing as you continued. “it’s okay, really. i knew it would hurt. i guess i’m just lucky he didn’t get any closer than he did with that kni-” he stopped mid-sentence, sensing your concern. “um, never mind. you can keep going.”

as you carefully cleaned the wound, applied antibiotic ointment, and bandaged your best friend’s face, you noticed he was staring intently at you every time you happened to make eye contact. you could tell you were blushing while the minutes passed at an agonizing pace.

once the wound was wrapped in a protective bandage, you stood to clear the supplies off the table. mark suddenly leaned forward to hug you before you could step away, and once you got over your momentary shock, you hugged him back. “thank you,” he murmured into your arm. after a millisecond of hesitation, you pressed a feather-light kiss to his ruffled hair.

his arm around you squeezed tighter, almost as if he was afraid to let go. your face grew warmer as you felt his thumb brush your side. a few seconds more passed before you slowly tried to pull back, and he finally let go. before you could move too far away, however, mark grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his mouth, tenderly kissing your knuckles. you were stunned into silence, a certain dreamlike quality to his actions.

“is this okay?” he whispered, clutching your hand in his like he was dying and you were the cure.

“yeah,” you breathed in response.

mark stood suddenly, and your brain picked that particular moment to helpfully remember the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and nearly short-circuit. your breath hitched when he gently cupped your cheek in his hand. you could hear your heart pounding in your ears, waiting for his next move.

“is…is it bad if I really want to kiss you right now?” he murmured, meeting your gaze.

you managed to shake your head slowly, mesmerized by his deep chocolate-colored eyes. he stepped closer and you shivered involuntarily, giving your silent consent by closing your eyes as he leaned in.

the pressure of mark's lips against yours was steady, almost asking permission. after half a second, you pushed back and returned the kiss. he released your hand and gently held your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks with the softest touch imaginable. both of your hands were freed to find their way into his chestnut-colored hair and around his neck, holding on to him as if your life depended on it.

“i…love…you,” he spoke in between kisses. you smiled against his lips, and he pulled your body towards his with a surprisingly strong arm. mark kissed you again, long and lingering. when you finally broke apart, mark kissed your cheek before resting his forehead on yours.

“you have no idea how much i wanted to do that,” he admitted, gentle laughter shaking his body.

your mouth split open with a joyful grin. “you dork,” you replied breathlessly. “i love you too.” You closed your eyes again, exhaling shakily. when you opened them, mark had an intense look of adoration in his eyes.

“go out with me?” as soon as the words left his mouth, his brain seemed to catch up, and he pulled away quickly, trying to save himself. “um, uh, i mean…will you-”

you laughed, cutting him off. “yeah, mark. i’ll go on a date with you. even if you didn’t ask me the right way.”

he ran a hand through his hair, sighing in relief. “great, i was worried i messed it up for a second – wait, what do you mean ‘the right way’?”

you giggled at his confusion. “come on, mark. we gotta put these things away and get you out of here before my roommate gets back.”

at your bedroom window, mark couldn’t resist giving you one last kiss before pulling the mask on and swinging away with a wink. you pressed your hands to your blushing face, reflecting on the eventful evening.

falling backwards onto your bed, you smiled wide.

[mystellenia]

soft christmas morning with vi ❄︎

summary: you and vi wake up on a chilly christmas morning

content: nothing nsfw :] just stupid fluffy domestic vibes with vi and christmas morning brrrrr. making vi my stupid cutie pie little domestic baby i need her in my bed so we can bedrot Together. also i posted this for like 5 minutes with ellie instead of vi but then i was like hey ive been wanting to post for vi so how about this be my first vi post yay.

notes: tell me why i’m in my active era again (two posts within a month and a half). this reminds me of a fic i wrote waaaaaaaay back when for ellie so go check it out and smash that like button for more killer vids like this. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read christmas mirror sex with vi thru the link ;)

(wc 0.8k)

vi's soft snores wake you up, her parted lips pressed against the shell of your ear. her red hair was messy laid out on her pillow, and stray tendrils tickled the curve of your neck. you press a feather-light kiss to her forehead to not wake her up and brush your hand over her head to smooth the loose hairs out of her face. she stirs a bit, quietly mumbling into your jaw. 

"baby...?" she mutters. her hand dips under the side of her blue whale boxers, scratching at her protruding hip bone before coming up to her face to rub the sleep from her eyes.  

"yes, honey?" 

your small, four-foot christmas tree stood tucked in the corner of your shared bedroom, dim fairy lights blinking around the polaroids and small drawings you two had opted for instead of ornaments. a couple of boxes wrapped in adventure time wrapping paper—vi had insisted—sat beneath the tree.  

the sun had just begun to rise, and the dim light from the crack in the curtains was enough to make her wince and shove her face into your shoulder. "what time is it?" 

your hand fishes in the sheets for your phone. you find vi's instead and lift it to your face to wake the screen. "it's... 6:07," you read from her dimmed display. 

she groans, pulling the duvet over your heads. "it's too early... let's go back to sleep, please." 

you fondly chuckle at her grogginess. "it's also christmas," you whisper, your smile audible in your voice. 

she just mumbles, sniffling and smacking her lips. "yeah..." she rolls onto her side, having your body spoon hers. "wait..." she says urgently, as if just processing what you had said. "wait, it's christmas." 

"well, that is what i said, violet." 

"ohh my goosshh, it's christmasss..." she slurs, her enthusiasm quickly replaced by exhaustion. you press your nose into her hair, huffing deeply as you begin to lull yourself back to sleep. just when you think she's fallen back asleep, her morning voice cuts through the silence. 

"do you think honey baked ham is open on christmas?" she asks. 

"maybe. maybe for very last-minute christmas meals." 

"oh... okay, okay." a few seconds go by, and then: "do you think we could doordash a honey baked ham on christmas?" 

"christmas is today. do you mean today?" you correct her.  

she leans over and grabs the glass of water she got in the middle of the night, bringing the rim up to her mouth and downing the water left in the cup. 

"christmas is today. yeah, can we doordash a honey baked ham tomorr- today?" 

"yes, vi, if they still have them, we can get two—one for you and one for me." 

"hell yeah," she mutters. 

her body twitched with a chill, and she cursed under her breath at the sharp temperature in the room. "shit, it's so cold. the one and only thing i hate about christmas time." 

"the quilt my parents sent us is in the linen closet. you want me to get it?" 

she looks back with pleading eyes. "please, my perfect sugarplum princess pie who i love so much." 

"i'm gonna leave you to get frostbite and freeze to death," you joke while getting out from under the covers to walk the short distance down the hall. 

you reach the closet and pull the thick, padded quilt out from in between two other blankets, its tightly folded fabric hiding the full design of sprouts and ferns. shivering at an especially sharp draft, you pick up the pace and shuffle back to the warmth of the bed. 

shaking the quilt out, you quickly spread it across the bed and rush to get under it, pressing your body against vi’s.  

"i’m gonna set an alarm for 7 so we can order the ham because we're gonna have to order early if we want one. then once it gets here, we'll sleep until 11." 

vi rolls over to face you, a mischievious smile curling her lips upwards. "i couldn't think of a better plan." 

"perfect." you pull the freshly laid quilt up to yours and vi’s chins, nuzzling your head into your pillow. "good night, baby. i love you." 

"um, actually, it's 6 am, so it should be good morning." you can tell if it weren't so cold, she would take her hand out from the blanket to push a pair of imaginary glasses up her nose. 

"you're such a smartass. good morning. merry christmas, vi." 

"merry christmas," she whispers back. "i love you more." 

merry christmas to those who celebrate!!! happy holidays to those who dont!!! yay spread peace and love and joy to the world hooray

[roosterforme]

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The collection of letters that Bradley received from the fourth grade class provides him with entertainment while deployed. He takes the time to answer their questions and send a package back to the United States via air mail. But he has your email address. He also has a bit of a crush and some questions himself.

Warnings: Fluff, language

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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A few days later, when Bradley was done with his training protocols for the day, he returned to his bunk with a different mission in mind. While he unzipped his flight suit, he eyed the box which was taking up most of his nightstand, and a smile found its way to his lips. He managed to find a notebook that nobody wanted along with a thick, padded envelope, and he was going to take the time to respond to the fourth graders who wrote to him. 

He'd spent hours poring over the letters, laughing at some of the questions from the kids and frequently picking up that one photo. He couldn't stop going back for more. For another look at you. Just one more look. Okay, this really was the last one. He had to toss it across the small room toward his duffel so he could focus on something other than your smile and the fact that he might have a tiny crush on a fourth grade teacher who knew absolutely nothing about him. Yet.

The note from Jayden was on the top, and Bradley opened it up and started to jot down a response.

Jayden,

It was so nice to hear from you and the rest of your class. To answer your pertinent questions, I am currently stationed on the USS Theodore Roosevelt. The most disgusting food in the mess hall is easily the cabbage rolls (which taste nothing like cabbage... or rolls). The best food in the mess hall is surprisingly the meatloaf. And yes, I would love to see a photo of your Cocker Spaniel. Please send one next time. I hope you're studying and doing your best in school.

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

The next note he decided to tackle was the one from Violet who had the tiniest handwriting he'd ever seen. The page had at least fifteen questions written out, but he decided to answer just a few for her. He had to squint as he skimmed through them again.

Violet,

You seem very inquisitive. That's a great quality to have, especially if you want to be a pilot someday. No, I did not attend the Naval Academy. I went to the University of Virginia. Yes, the Navy is way better than the Air Force. Yes, I can hold my breath underwater for three minutes. Yes, they actually made me do it. No, I don't think I could make it as a Navy SEAL. Yes, I have been staying hydrated and getting enough sun, thanks so much for asking. Keep studying hard, because you have a lot of school ahead of you before officer training.

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

Okay, so this was actually a lot of fun. Up next was a response to the note from Oliver, which made Bradley laugh every time he looked at it. 

Oliver,

Thank you so much for drawing the different Naval aircrafts for me. I hate to break it to you, but I actually do not fly the F-35 Lightning II. Yes, I know they look 'sickeningly cool'. Yes, I know it would be like 'slam dunking off the back of a dragon'. I guess I never knew I was jealous of those pilots until right now.... But I fly the equally cool if not quite as sickening looking F/A-18 Super Hornet. And yes, I would be more than happy to draw my own version of one for you. See below.

Lt. Bradley Bradshaw

The ten minutes he spent replicating his own aircraft to the best of his ability for Oliver churned out a pretty damn good result. He fished his phone out of the nightstand and took a picture to email to Nat when he had time, because she would find this whole thing amusing. Then he reached for the letters from Harrison, Nia and Jackie. He wrote his responses, and after a bit, he had a decent sized stack of letters all ready to go back to the fourth graders.

After a few more days, he worked his way through the entire class, and each kid would soon have a handwritten response on the way. He just needed to figure out what he wanted to say to you. The pretty teacher from the class photo that he now kept tucked in with his personal items. He worked on that one last, writing your full name at the top of the page and wishing you didn't go by the very non-specific Ms. which gave him zero clue as to whether or not you were married.

The package you sent was the nicest piece of deployment mail I have ever received. Thank you. I'm lucky it ended up in my hands. I'm impressed by how much all of your students have learned about aviation this year. I just hope I did them justice in regards to the questions they had for me.

I also hope you don't mind that I replied to each kid individually. They had some very amusing stories and questions, and I wanted to acknowledge all of them. But there was one question in particular that I was asked so many times, I thought I'd answer it here instead. My call sign is kind of a silly one, so it's okay if you all laugh. I go by Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, and my helmet is mostly red, yellow and black.

Your kids seem like a fun bunch, but I bet they keep you on your toes. Feel free to let them know they can write back to me again, but please include my name on the package this time. I don't know that I'd be lucky enough to have it fall into my hands again by chance. I'll just be here somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for a few more months, ready to answer any questions you throw at me. Hope to hear back from you soon.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

The following day, he packed everything up and dropped it off with the rest of the ship's outgoing mail. There was a rumor that a helicopter would be coming to pick it up in the next day or two, and he wanted to make sure it got back to California and those fourth graders as soon as possible. On his way back to his bunk, Bradley stopped by the lounge to see if there was an iPad free, hoping to send a quick email or two. He was in luck. He also happened to have your email address memorized.

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You yawned at your desk and checked the time on your computer. Within the next ten minutes, your classroom would go from silent solitude to mass chaos, so you took a minute to clear out your email inbox. You had a few messages from some parents and a reminder about Spirit Week from the superintendent. And a random piece of junk mail that must have slipped through the spam filters. You didn't know anyone with a US Navy email address, and you didn't know anyone named Bradley Bradshaw.

As you closed your laptop, you gasped and tried to pry it back open again as quickly as you could. The Navy! The package you sent a few weeks ago! Maybe it was someone writing back to your class! Of course it could just be someone saying they were sorry that they didn't have time to engage with your students, but you figured even that was better than nothing. 

"Come on," you whispered, entering your credentials again before your inbox reappeared on your screen. The email was just a few lines long, but it was addressed to you by name. You were smiling immediately as you read it.

I just wanted to let you know that I got the mail you sent to a deployed Naval Aviator. There's a package on its way to your school for your class. It should arrive in about a week or two. Your fourth graders provided me with several hours of entertainment, and I hope they find my answers to their many (and amusing) questions useful. Thanks for the laughs, and thanks for the photos, too. Can't tell you how much I've been enjoying them. Hope to hear from all of you again.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

You squealed and pumped your fists in the air. Someone actually got the box! And he actually responded! The other, older teachers thought you were just wasting your time when you deviated from the lesson plans a bit. Literally all of them said there was no way anyone would write back, even though you took the time to go through the proper channels at Top Gun on North Island. But now you could rub it in their faces, all thanks to Bradley Bradshaw who sounded like he'd had as much fun with this whole thing as your class had.

Then your day really started as Violet and Oliver burst into your classroom, calling out your name with excitement in their voices. The rest of your kids followed behind them, already asking about the plans for the day and what kind of adventure you'd be taking them on in each subject. 

When you clapped your hands twice and said, "Good morning," they all clapped and replied with their own greeting, and then they sat quietly with their gazes fixed on you. "Guess who I just got an email from!"

"The president!" 

"My grandma!"

"My Cocker Spaniel!"

"Oliver's grandma!"

You just shook your head and tried not to laugh as you said, "None of the above. But do you remember when we wrote and packed up those letters for a real aviator in the military to read?" Most of the kids nodded, so you added, "Well, he emailed us! And he sent us some mail that should arrive in about a week!"

And telling them that was a mistake. Because you didn't know a moment of peace after that. Every morning, you had kids rushing into the room to see if the promised piece of mail arrived yet. Every day you had to disappoint them, but you were finding yourself a little disappointed, too. You wanted to know what this Bradley Bradshaw guy sent back. 

You'd responded to his initial email letting him know you and the kids in your class were delighted to hear from him and that you would let him know when the mail he sent arrived at your school. He didn't respond, but you figured he was busy. Too busy to constantly muck about with your class while he was thousands of miles away on a deployment. 

And that was what left you standing at your desk with your mouth hanging open in awe when the padded envelope did finally arrive one morning. Because when you carefully cut it open, you found not just one letter to the class but individual handwritten notes, one for each child.

"Wow," you whispered, pulling the note with your name written on the top out of the stack. This man seemed humble and sweet, and his letter made you laugh in more than one spot as you read through it. Then you read it again. He sounded apologetic about responding to each individual kid, but you felt like your insides were melting. Who would do that? Who would take the time to give individual attention to a bunch of nine and ten year olds besides you? And you were technically getting paid to do it. 

Bradley Bradshaw seemed willing to continue to engage with your kids, and you weren't going to stop him. Because starting that morning, he became something of a legend to your class. A celebrity. A real lieutenant in the Navy replied to all of their silly questions, and their love of aviation just grew from there. You figured you were going to have to keep your lesson plans going a bit longer while their faces lit up as you walked around the room and handed them each their notes. You had taken the time to skim them beforehand, often laughing at his sense of humor which seemed to jump off the pages.

"Can we write back to him?" Jayden asked as everyone read their notes from Lieutenant Bradshaw. "I have more questions."

You smiled and nodded. "Yes, you may write back to him." Then you postponed your geology lesson until the next day and let them spend the next forty minutes writing some followup letters. You took some pictures of them diligently toiling away at their desks, excitement on their faces. Then you bit your lip and sat down at your own desk.

As you started to construct an email letting him know the envelope had arrived, your thoughts drifted to what he might be like. Humble and sweet, for sure. But he also made it a point to tell you that the box from your class was the best piece of mail he'd ever received while deployed. Maybe he was a little bit lonely. Maybe he was single. Maybe he was stationed on the west coast. Your thoughts started to get ahead of you, and it was hard to reel them in when you imagined him excited to see another email from you. Smiling when he was handed another box from your class during mail call.

Dear Lt Bradley Bradshaw,

We got the envelope from you today, and my kids are absolutely thrilled! I'm not sure if you know how hard it can be to wrangle eighteen fourth graders all at one time, but they are currently sitting quietly and working on new letters for you to read. Once again, please don't feel obligated to continue correspondence if you're too busy. I'm sure you have other people you could be writing to who want your attention as well. I just wanted you to know they are overjoyed that a Naval officer took the time to answer their questions about aviation.

I have attached some photos as proof that they are sitting still. Thanks again for making their day.

You signed your name at the bottom the way you always would from your work email account, and then you attached the photos. After a brief debate about adding the selfie you took with Violet where most of your face was visible, you decided to just go for it. Adding it to the mix wouldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like this semi mystery man would be up all night thinking about you. 

But you found that you were still thinking about him when you went home to your silent house and made dinner that evening. Maybe he was a little bit lonely, but maybe you were, too.

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It was amazing how infrequently Bradley found himself thinking about Vanessa. He was busier now with his duties picking up a bit more as his deployment wore on, but even when he was tired and in his bunk at night, his thoughts seldom settled on her like he was afraid they might. He didn't miss her or her half-hearted emails, and he wasn't craving the connection of reunion sex with her. 

Instead, he was thinking about what a group of fourth graders were learning about this week and what their cute teacher was up to. It had been a few days since you emailed him, letting him know that his package was delivered to your school. You made it sound like the kids were excited that he sent it in the first place, and when he really thought about it, he supposed some officers would have just eaten the snacks and tossed the notes in the trash.

He didn't reply to the email yet, still thrown off a bit by the pictures you attached. Your classroom was vibrant, and the kids were absorbed as they worked on more notes for him to read whenever they happened to be delivered to the carrier. But the photo with you in it held his attention longer than it should have. The fact that you were working at a school that was just a handful of miles from his damn house made him feel warm.

But what would he do about it? What could he do about it? Nothing. He didn't want you to think he was creepy. He still knew essentially nothing else about you. The only thing he could do was keep it friendly if not professional. Unless of course you did something to push the boundaries of conversation into a more personal realm. God, if you did....he didn't think he would be able to handle it. 

The next day, when he was heading out on deck to talk to the mechanics who were doing regular maintenance on the aircrafts, he took his phone. "Hey, you mind if I take a few photos of some of the engine parts? I want to send them to a class of fourth graders who will think it's cool."

"Go ahead, Lieutenant," the head mechanic replied. Then he smiled and asked, "You dating a teacher?"

Well. Wouldn't that be something? Bradley would never run out of curious pen pals. He would always have some fourth graders to take interesting photos for and to send notes to. He'd always have a classroom to visit as soon as he got home from a deployment.

He couldn't help but picture you as the teacher.

"Nothing like that," he replied, his voice a little gravelly. "Just writing to some kids who are learning about aviation."

After dinner, when he had a chance to use an iPad in the lounge, he did his best to put together a response to your email that would at least hint at the curiosity he felt. 

If all it takes is mail from three thousand miles away to get your class to sit quietly, then I should probably be writing to you every day. But I'm sure you're a great teacher. That's a given considering how much your students learned and shared with me. And I can assure you that I'm more than happy to take the time to write to your class. And you. Please don't think I feel obligated, because I do not. I want to.

I have attached a few pictures of some F/A-18 engine components as well as some of my cockpit controls. Each photo is labeled, but please let me know if you have any questions.

It was nice hearing from you.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw 

As soon as he hit send, he wanted to kick himself. Should he have included a photo of his face like you had twice now? Or did he already sound too desperate to hear from you and your class again?

"Shit," he muttered, looking around the lounge as if there was going to be someone here proficient in the art of getting to know a fourth grade teacher without sounding stupid. But it was too late now. All he could do was wait for the next mail call or hope you decided to write back to his ramblings by the next time he checked his email. 

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You were going to have to scrape your jaw off the floor. You had no idea what this man's face even looked like, but his hands were... something else. And his thighs... well, they were pretty great, too. It must have been too long since you got laid, because you were sitting at your desk in your classroom staring at the set of photos in your inbox, currently unable to look away from his right hand. It was wrapped around the throttle of his aircraft. It was elegant with attractive veins and rough calluses. You were sure that you were supposed to be focusing on the cockpit controls, but all you could see was that hand and his thick, muscular thighs below.

The next photo was no better for you. He was holding up his helmet with his call sign Rooster emblazoned across the front, and you were able to see his left ring finger. There was no wedding band. There was no evidence of an outline where a wedding band would belong. There was just his big, strong hand.

You whimpered softly while your students worked on their math tests. You couldn't help it as you took one last look before logging out of your email account. And now you needed to know if his face matched the very attractive image you had in your mind. 

When Jayden called your name, you rocketed to your feet like you'd been caught red handed. "Yes?" you squeaked, your voice sounding higher pitched than usual.

"I'm done with my test. May I have the hall pass and use the restroom?"

You handed it to him as the rest of your class finished working through the math problems. A few minutes later, when you collected the papers from them, Violet asked, "When is Lieutenant Bradshaw going to write back to us?"

It had only been a few days since you mailed him the second box of notes and some more snacks, but it made you happy that they were all so invested in learning more from him. 

"It will probably be a few weeks before we get anything in the mail. However... he did email me some pictures of engine and cockpit parts from the aircraft carrier for me to share with you guys." When you looked around the room, the kids were on the edges of their seats, excited expressions on their faces. With a laugh you added, "I was going to wait until tomorrow and use the projector to show them all to you, but if you're very well behaved for the rest of the afternoon, maybe I could pull them up on my computer for you to see them today."

Not two hours later, you were just as excited as the kids were to look at the photos... again. As they crowded around your desk, you opened up the first one of the cockpit to a barrage of questions. 

"Is that really his jet?"

"Is that the throttle?"

"What do all the buttons do?"

"Was this right before he flew it?"

Once again you were distracted, but you managed to click over to the next photo, and the kids gasped in delight. 

"His helmet is so cool!"

"It says Rooster!"

"That's his call sign!"

"Red is my favorite color!"

You just smiled softly and laughed. "Should we go ahead and start working on another list of questions for him?" you asked as you slowly scrolled through the rest of the pictures. "He said we can write back to him as much as we want to." When everyone cheered, you handed Oliver a marker and pointed to the board at the front of the classroom. "Let's start making a list."

You listened to all of your students call out questions for Bradley while Oliver wrote them down. Then Violet asked, "Can he send us a picture of his whole jet? From the outside of it?"

You cleared your throat and added, "Maybe he could get someone else to take the picture so he could stand in front of it. For size comparison."

Violet nodded, but you knew you were a fraud. Sure, it would be great for the kids to understand just how massive the F/A-18s were compared to an actual person, but you were the one who wanted to see all of Bradley. You were itching for it now. 

Later that night, you drank most of a bottle of wine and did something you promised yourself you'd never do. You logged into your work email account after nine o'clock. You skipped over the handful of unread emails from parents and clicked on the icon to compose a new message. With your liquid courage goading you on, you typed up a response to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and hit send before you could think twice.

Thank you for the photos. They were very enlightening. We especially liked the ones where you were showing off your cockpit. Or I did, anyway. The kids liked all of them and started on another list of questions for you. Good luck getting rid of us now. 

We were wondering if you could have someone take a picture of you standing in front of your jet. For size comparison purposes. And also because my students would like to know what you look like. Hearing from you makes our day even better.

You couldn't believe how forward you were being with this man who you'd never even met in person, but you fell asleep thinking about his hands and what they might be capable of.

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This Bradley makes me swoon. I've never wanted to be a fourth grade teacher so badly in my life. There is something that's starting to blossom between them even though they haven't even met in person. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 3

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[changetyre]

Look after my friends

SUMMARY: You and Max have friends from the grid over for a nice family day when they decide to try a trend on you...it doesn't go exactly as planned. Part of the Verstappen Family Verse

WARNINGS: Super short. fluff.

A/N: Another tiktok inspired drabble that I uploaded over on wattpad a while ago ;)

"Hold on a sec can you guys look after the parents please." Lando walked in his phone facing him before he propped it in front of you and Max. 

Both of you saw the red icon indicating it was filming you. You looked up as those around you began laughing at your confused faces. 

"What is this?" You asked smiling at the joke you weren't getting. 

Aside from many other things one of the small factors that made you and Max so perfect for each other was the way you both were so disconnected from the internet even before having Lea and Ivy. It was easy to play viral pranks on you because you both were simply never aware they existed. 

"What are we supposed to do?" Max turned around to look for Lando who had disappeared. 

"Is this live or something?" You furrowed your brows leaning closer to the camera. 

"PAPA! Look at what I drew!" Lea ran towards her dad completely distracting you both from the filming phone. 

Lea climbed up on her dad's lap with his help. She held up the drawing showing a childlike depiction of the current scene. Children playing in your garden and her parents, uncles, and aunts sitting around the long table. 

"Oh my god Lea this is amazing." Max beamed proudly turning the drawing around to show everyone around the table. 

"Wow!" Compliments flew in from all of Lea's favorite people making her shy away and tuck herself in Max's chest. 

"Mama I dwaw too." Ivy who was in a faze of copying everything her sister did attempted to climb up your lap. You picked her up placing her on your lap. 

"Let's see what you drew my darling." You encouraged Ivy to show you. 

She turned around showing a pink circle and a smaller purple circle with a bunch of scribbles of different colors around it.

"Wow, Ivy is that you and Lea?" You asked her pointing at the pink and purple circles knowing pink was Lea's favorite colour and purple hers. 

"YES Mama!" She got excited at the fact you recognized her. "This is wando, this is auntie wiwy, this is uncwe Ozzie, this is auntie awex, this is uncwe chawie, this is-" She pointed at every scribble and you were surprised to find she'd matched the color of the scribbles to what they were wearing. 

"Wow Ivy good job." Max also complimented his youngest daughter. "I have such talented daughters." The pride in Max's voice made you look at him lovingly. 

"Can you guys draw me something for my house?" Dani asked the girls. 

"YES!" They both cheered excitedly before shimmying of your laps and running back to their coloring area. 

"Me too please!" Charles called out. 

"And me!" Oscar called after followed by the others. 

Both you and Max turned to look at each other huge smiles on your face. "We might have two artists in our hands." You commented. 

Max placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "Maybe a little racer is in here." Max placed a hand on your growing bump, your noses brushing as you both looked at each other in adoration. 

"Ugh, you both are too in love for this challenge." Lando walked back to the garden picking up the phone you both had completely forgotten about. 

Everyone burst out in laughter as once again Max and you both looked at each other confused. 

It's safe to say the f1 world went crazy at the video, a fact you were also too oblivious to.  

[callofdoobie420]

In honor of the end of tax season…please enjoy my thoughts on the 141 and how they would deal with taxes…

JOHN

Being the most senior officer, he was used to this — but that didn’t mean he liked going in to the local tax office to get his done.

That was until he met you.

Sat at the front desk, all chipper and bright as you greet him. You smile and direct him back to one of the accountants offices, asking if he’d like anything to drink. He politely declines, but his mind is now solely focused on you.

When he leaves, you bid him a good day and let him know you can’t wait to see him next year. A small, shy smile on your lips. He pauses, stopping at the desk and leaning against it.

“I’m actually hopin’ to see you sooner than that darlin’,” he says his voice, smooth and low. “Dinner?”

“I actually have to work late,” you say, a disappointed sigh escaping your pillowy lips. “We pull late nights during season…”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m more of a night owl sweetheart,” he grins at you, all cool confidence. “So eight?”

You blush but nod, and quickly scribble something on the notepad in front of you. Drawing a small heart with your cute, pink pen.

“Here,” you say holding the sticky note out to him, “I’ll see you at eight.”

With one last smile, he turns to leave and looks down at the note. Your phone number on it, along with a short message.

For my favorite client 🩷

SIMON

You groan as you look down at the documents you were just handed.

“Mr. Riley, we’ve discussed this…” you sigh, and look up at the hulking man. Dressed in his usual dark attire and black mask, he probably tries to come off intimidating. It doesn’t phase you though.

You flip through the papers, shaking your head, before passing them back to him, “You can’t redact all of this information. It’s a tax return!” You huff, “we kind of need to know your income, if you’ve moved, what your stock accounts made…you’ve blacked it all out!”

Simon scowls down at you, but takes his documents back. He won’t admit it, but he kind of enjoys when you get frustrated with him. It’s why he always makes two copies of his documents. It’s why he always redacts the first copy, just so you reprimand him.

No one talks to him like that except his team. And now you. And it thrills him.

It’s also why he will bring back an unredacted copy in two days — just so he can see you again before next year.

“Sorry princess,” he grumbles, “I’ll remember next year,” he says, so casually. Turning and leaving before you can respond.

Though he can feel you fuming, because you know. He won’t remember next year.

JOHNNY

“I’m sorry lass!” Johnny whines, as he buries his face into your shoulder. “I’m trying to pay attention I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, and shook your head because he absolutely had not been paying attention.

“Johnny, you promised you’d behave if I helped you out with your taxes, but if you aren’t going to then I can go,” you say, and start to stand.

Johnny reacts quickly pulling you back down on the couch next to him. His hand going back to the track pad on the laptop.

“No no, I’m paying attention see,” he says, furiously scrolling on the page, “where were we? Charitable contributions?”

You chuckle softly, and lean your head against his shoulder, “Yes love, charitable contributions. We are so close to being done!”

At that revelation, Johnny smiles and starts to type quickly. He moves through the rest of his tax return much quicker. A new goal in his mind. He clicks the submit button, and shuts the laptop.

He turns to you with a shit-eating grin, batting his eyelashes, “So now I get a reward right? For being so good!”

KYLE

Kyle looks at his phone curiously as it buzzes on the table in the rec room.

“Hello?” He answers, his voice laced with caution and confusion.

“Hello! Is this Mr. Garrick?” A voice answers, so saccharine sweet he almost chokes in surprise.

“Oh um- yes,” he says, clearing his throat, “this is him. Who is this? And how did you get my number?” He asks, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone.

He hears a soft giggle, “Mr. Garrick, it’s the tax office, I’m just calling because we finished your return. We just need you to come in to sign, so we can send it for filing.”

He feels a slight blush heat his cheeks. Oh, duh. Of course it was you, he had dropped his documents off two weeks ago. You had said it would be two weeks, and here you were. Calling him. Right on time.

He liked that. Punctuality. It was important.

“Oh, yes of course, I’m sorry,” he scrambles a bit, trying to recover from his embarrassment. “Could I come in an hour?”

“Yes, of course, Mr. Garrick,” you respond, almost a chirp with how chipper you should. “I will see you then!”

An hour later, on the dot, Kyle shows up to the office. Looking as handsome as you remembered from two weeks ago. Immediately, you are all smiles for him.

“Hello Mr. Garrick!” You say, holding a pen out for him. Already prepared. So on top of things. Kyle was smitten.

“Please, call me Kyle darlin’” he smiles back at you, going to look over the tax return and sign. When he hands it back to you, he also hands you piece of paper torn from a small note pad.

His number.

“I’d prefer not to wait until next year to hear your sweet voice, love,” he smiles, something more sultry about it this time. “I’d like to take you out…”

[wzkfuu]

:3

Basically Leon just getting edged also yes this is probably gonna be ass👅👅

reader is a women and um um this is SMUT SEXUAL THINGS ARE HAPPENING MDNI!!

okay enjoy

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Leon’s propped up against his headboard, back at his own apartment. His hand’s wrapped around his cock, pre-come beading at his tip. He bucks up into his fist shallowly, cussing softly to himself as pleasure washes over him.

His eyes flutter shut, images of her , flashing through his mind. Her touching him, feeling him. Her warmth against him, Her soft hands around his cock, whispering dirty obscenities into his ear. In his free hand, he holds his phone— tilted to his ear with the voice message she had sent him recently. He moans aloud, tilting his head back as he replays it over and over again. He loves it, he loves her voice. His other hand thats wrapped around his cock starts stroking faster, his hips bucking up abortedly— he’s so fucking close.

"...oh fuck, —," She hears Leon moan, hearing the whimpers and groans on the other end. Unbeknownst to Leon, while listening to her voice recording, he had pressed call. She had picked it up of course.

“Leon? Is everything alright?” He hears from the other side of the line.

Leon freezes, eyes wide. Holy shit. He’d accidentally called her and she picked up. She heard him. Oh god. He was so close, too. He wanted to just let it go, let himself fall over the edge with her voice in his ear, but his pride stops him. He can’t let her know how fucked up he is, how much he needs this...needs her.

"Uh...yeah. everything's fine." He says breathlessly, trying to play it cool. He clears his throat, hoping she doesn’t notice how ragged it sounds. "Sorry, I must've hit the call button by accident. What's up?"

He keeps stroking himself, slower now, savoring the sensation. It's not the same as when she touches him, but it'll have to do. He bites his lip, stifling another moan as he imagines her watching him, seeing what he's doing. The thought sends a shiver down his spine.

“Leon are you..are you jerking off right now?” She says whispering the last bit

Leon freezes, eyes widening. Fuck. How did she know? He swallows thickly, his mouth suddenly dry. "I...uh...I don't know what you're talking about..." He lies unconvincingly, his voice strained. He can't deny it, not with the evidence right there in her ear. His ragged breathing, the slick slide of his hand over his cock. He's been caught red-handed.

A part of him wants to hang up, to escape this humiliation. But another part, a darker, needier part, wants to embrace it. Wants her to know exactly what she do to him. He groans softly, his hips twitching up into his fist. "Maybe I am..." He admits, his voice barely above a whisper. He's trembling now, his orgasm building despite his best efforts to hold it back.

"Fuck, baby ... I can't help it. I think about you all the time. About your hands on me, your mouth..." He pants, losing himself in the fantasy. He's so close, teetering on the edge. He just needs a little more. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum. Please, say something else. Anything..." He begs, too far gone to care how desperate he sounds.

“Didn’t know you’d be the type for phone sex Leon. , you’re a little naughty aren’t you?” God , he can practically hear her smirking from here.

Leon groans at her words, his grip on his cock tightening. Fuck, she sounds so good. So dirty. He loves this side of her, loves seeing her let her guard down. Loves knowing that he's the one who brings it out in her.

"Yeah...yeah, I am. I'm fucking naughty. Especially when it comes to you." He growls, his voice low and rough with desire. He starts stroking faster, chasing his release. He's so close, he can feel it building at the base of his spine. His balls draw up tight, his body tensing.

"I want you, baby. I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight. I want to make you scream my name." He pants, his words coming out in broken gasps. He's right on the edge, teetering, waiting for her permission to let go.

"Please... please tell me to cum. I need it. I need you baby..please..." He begs, his voice breaking. He's shaking now, his body wound tight with tension. He's never needed anyone like this before. Never wanted someone so badly. He needs her so so badly, needs her touch, her approval. Needs everything she can give him.

“No. You’re gonna wait since you lied to me at first .” She smiles lying down on her own bed feeling the wetness in her panties slowly circling around her clit.

Leon whines as she denies him release, his cock throbbing in frustration. He's so fucking close, he can taste it. But she’s right, he did lie to her. He deserves this punishment.

"Fuck, baby. Please, I'm sorry. I'll take it back, I swear. Just let me cum." He begs, his voice high and needy. He hates how desperate he sounds, but he can't help it. His body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.

He keeps stroking himself, teasing the sensitive head. He knows he shouldn't, knows he'll just make it worse. But he can't stop. He's addicted to the sensation, to the pleasure.

"I'll do anything, baby. Anything you want. Just please, don't leave me like this. I need you." He sobs, his hips bucking up into his hand. He's a mess, he knows. A pathetic, whimpering mess. But he doesn't care. All he cares about is her , about pleasing her.

He's shaking now, his body wracked with need. He's never felt anything like this before, never been so consumed by desire. He needs her, needs her touch, her approval.

"Baby.., please... I'll be good. I promise. I'll make it so good for you. Just tell me what to do..." He pleads, his voice breaking. He's begging now, shameless in his need. He'll do anything she asks, anything at all. As long as she doesn’t leave him hanging like this , desperately stroking his cock with all that pathetic whining.

“Don’t do anything. I’ll be there soon.” He hears before the call ends now sitting there waiting.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

professor anakin x reader was scrumptious can we get a smutty part 2 pretty please? 🥹🤲🏻

Author's note: professor!anakin for you nonnie? ALWAYS

TW: fingering

ANAKIN SKYWALKER was seated at his desk in the dimly lit corner of his study, papers scattered in front of him. His brows were furrowed, pen gliding across the page as he scrawled red ink over careless mistakes from his students.

You, on the other hand, were perched on the plush sofa nearby, twirling your hair and scrolling through your phone. The sight of him so focused, so serious, was a little too tempting to resist.

Also, have you already mentioned you're ovulating?

You stood, padding over to him in your fluffy socks, and leaned against the desk. “You’re working too hard,” you said, pouting slightly.

He didn’t look up, his pen scratching across the page again. “Someone has to, sweetheart.”

You huffed at his lack of attention and slid onto the edge of the desk, crossing your legs so your skirt rode up just enough to draw his eyes, well, at least you hoped it would

Because he just glanced at you briefly, expression not even softening, and he quickly returned to his grading. “Not going to work this time,” he murmured

“Oh, really?” you asked, raising a brow.

Before he could respond, you slid off the desk and onto his lap, straddling him. His breath hitched, the pen in his hand stilling as you settled your weight against him.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, voice low and gravelly, “I have work to do.”

“And I have needs,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his neck. His jaw clenched, and you felt the way his body tensed beneath you.

“Needs?” he echoed, his hands instinctively finding your hips. "What needs?" he gave you everything you needed before..right? All the food was in the fridge, you could do whatever you wanted..

“Mhm.” You trailed your lips along his neck, nibbling lightly at the spot just below his ear that you knew drove him crazy. “I need your attention.”

He exhaled sharply, large hands tightening their grip on you, fingers digging into the soft skin. “You already have all of my attention, whether you realize it or not.”

“Then prove it,” you whispered, kissing along his jawline now. "Because I'm bored, proffesor"

“Then go study,” his tone teasing yet distracted as he returned - tried - to the essay in front of him.

You huffed, leaning forward to grab the pen from his hand. “I don’t want to study. I want you.”

Anakin sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms as he regarded you with mock exasperation. “You know, most students don’t climb into their professor’s lap when they’re bored.”

“Good thing I’m not like most students,” you shot back, a cheeky grin spreading across your face

His eyes would travel all over your face, memorizing and studying your confidence. Or how spoiled he made you that you no longer knew about 'boundaries' “You’re insufferable,” he muttered

You smirked, fingers loosening the bottoms of his shirt “You love it.”

“I love you,” he corrected, his voice softening for a moment. But then his tone turned firm again. “But I really do need to finish these essays.”

You tilted your head, studying him with a pout. “Fine,” you said, your voice dripping with fake resignation. “If you won’t pay attention to me, I’ll just sit here quietly.”

“Thank you,” he said, though the wary look in his eyes betrayed him.

You leaned back, letting your weight settle on his lap, your skirt riding up just enough to expose the tops of your thighs. His gaze flicked down for the briefest second before he forced it back to the paper in his hand.

You stayed true to your word—for about thirty seconds. Then, with deliberate slowness, you began to rock your hips against him, the friction sending a jolt of heat through both of you.

Anakin’s pen slipped, leaving a crooked line of red ink across the page. He groaned, his head falling back against the chair as his hands gripped your hips to still you.

“Sweetheart" voice so deliciously firm.

“Yes, Professor?” you replied innocently, batting your lashes at him and rocking your hips ever so slightly against his lap.

Anakin groaned, his hands coming up to grip your waist as if to hold you in place—or maybe to keep himself from giving in entirely.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, finally setting the pen down. His hands slid under your skirt, his long fingers brushing the lace of your panties. “If I give you what you want, will you let me work in peace?”

You bit your lip, nodding eagerly.

“Of course you will,” he said dryly, his lips quirking into a smirk as his fingers hooked around the edge of your panties and slid them aside. “Just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Nope,” you replied breathlessly, your arms looping around his neck as his fingers found their way to your slick heat.

He didn’t waste time teasing you, sliding two fingers inside with practiced ease, the stretch making you gasp. But his attention remained frustratingly divided—his free hand reached for the next essay on the stack, and he picked up the pen like this was just another task to multitask.

“You’re—oh, God—still working?” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as his fingers moved inside you, curling just right.

“Mm-hmm,” he replied, his tone infuriatingly calm. “Unlike someone, I don’t neglect my responsibilities.”

You whimpered, grinding down against his hand as he continued to work you open, the wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you mixing with the scratch of his pen against paper.

“Anakin,” you moaned, hoping to pull his attention back to you.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple as he wrote another note in the margin of a student’s essay. “Be a good girl and stay quiet. Unless you want the whole class to know how needy you are for your professor.”

The words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you bit down on your lip to stifle a moan as his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your mind spin

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and dripping with approval.

You clung to him, your breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as he brought you closer and closer to the beloved edge. And when you finally tumbled over, your entire body trembling in his lap, he simply smirked and set another graded paper aside.

“Better?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as you collapsed against his chest.

“Mmhmm,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Good,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now let me get back to work.”

[hanniescookie]

DESPERATELY IN NEED OF JEONGHAN. GIRL!DAD JEONGHAN. (I've already requested sm from nini, it's time for you.)

HOW ABT A MISCHIEVOUS DAD JEONGHAN WHO, ALONG WITH HIS LITTLE BABYGIRL, LOVES TO DO SILLY PRANKS ON READER?!!?!??! OH MY GOOODDDDD. (pls make him down bad pls llsplsplsplslpslspsl)

silly little pranks - yjh

—⁠☆ your husband and his carbon copy collectively make you want to pull your hair but you love them too much so you let it pass ~

warnings/genre - fluff, slice of life, comfort, est. relationship, married life, dad! jeonghan, menace jeonghan and menace daughter, extremely cute stuff ig, not proofread

word count - 1K

@kissbyoon i hope you enjoy your girl dad jeonghan feast even though it didn't entirely turn out like i expected 🫶🏻

“Daddy, can I draw a cat on you?”

Jeonghan stares dumbly at his five year old daughter who's gazing up curiously and innocently at him. She looks like she's had the best idea ever, and she will collapse if she doesn't turn her dad’s face into a cat's.

He purses his lips, before smiling softly. His fingers thread in her hair as he keeps his phone aside. “Yuwonie, my baby, how will you draw a cat on me?”

Yuwon huffs, as if he's asked the most obvious question. For a while, she seems like she doesn't want to answer, but then she climbs up on the couch, and reaches up to his face. She touches his nose with her index finger, “I'm going to draw the nose here,” then she moves to his cheek. “And whiskers here.”

Oh.

Jeonghan giggles, holding her closer to himself. Honestly, he would let his baby do anything to him, and doodling a cat on his face is very mild. He doesn’t mind the idea of going out with cat features if it means he can tell people that he has the most adorable daughter who did this to him.

But he's Jeonghan, and his love language happens to be silly little pranks. His daughter is a tiny baby, so he doesn't tease her as much. He just spoils her, and compliments her, and never says no to her. But he does tease the mother of his baby. His bigger baby.

His brain autopilots in any situation, thinking of how he can turn it into a harmless prank towards his wife.

There have been instances where Jeonghan hid your phone and watched as you frantically searched the entire house for it, only to reveal it was in a ridiculously obvious location. He's also set your alarm clock to go off an hour earlier than usual, just to see your reaction when you realize you've been fooled.

And ever since Yuwon has grown up, he's made her his accomplice.

On many occasions, they have joined forces to play pranks on their favorite target. They often hide together behind the couch, waiting for the perfect moment to jump out and startle you. He's also been caught teaching his daughter how to make silly faces and noises behind her mother's back, only to burst into a fit of giggles together when they're caught. And then there was the time they conspired to cover the kitchen floor in a sea of cereal, just to see the look of horror on your face.

He can't wait to turn this idea of his precious little one against you. “Okay baby, I get that, but I have a better idea.”

Yuwon’s eyes widen in fascination. She doesn't even have to ask before he speaks up again.

“How about we draw a cat on mommy’s face instead?” His voice is a conspiratorial whisper, and he knows he's succeeded in convincing her if her excited face is anything to go by. “Yes! She'll be surprised when she wakes up, right?”

“Right!” He remarks, confirming her assumption and earns a louder giggle from her. It makes his heart warm and he instinctively presses a kiss on her cheek. “Let's go, then!”

You are a heavy sleeper, unlike Jeonghan. There could be a loud concert in your room and you would still be dead asleep.

Hence, it's easy for Jeonghan and Yuwon to execute their plan. The bed dips beside you when they both get in, still making sure to be discreet and silent in case you wake up.

Jeonghan urges Yuwon to start with it, and for a second she looks scared of waking you up. But then she reaches out, and carefully draws a triangle on your nose, making sure to not let her hands touch you too much.

Jeonghan watches with a proud grin on his face, trying not to laugh aloud as Yuwon adorns your beautiful face.

She sits back, holding her laughter back once she's done. Jeonghan pulls her closer to himself, giving her a deliberate, silent hi-fi.

Now he just has to wait till you're up. He's ready to hear a Yoon Jeonghan get here right now from the bathroom once you see your face in the mirror.

But that's not what happens. It has barely been twenty minutes since he came out with Yuwon and is now building Lego sets with her. You storm out of the room, fixing your hair and rubbing your eyes.

He is surprised to see you like that, but more amused. You look so cute, barely woken up and looking like a cat. He nudges Yuwon to see, and she can't help the giggle that leaves her. “Good morning, mommy!”

You spare your two sunshines a glance, giving them a heartfelt smile while still walking towards the main door. “Good morning, baby. Hannie, did the bell not ring? There's a parcel at the door.”

Jeonghan’s eyes widen a little as you swing the door open, but it's too late. You're already in front of the deliveryman — a stranger who sputters a little at the sight of your doodled face.

You have no idea why your husband and your daughter are suddenly beside you, their faces threatening to burst into laughters. And you are super confused because why is the deliveryman suppressing his smile too?

Once you've closed the door and kept the parcel on the table, you face both Jeonghan and Yuwon, who look at each other and burst out laughing.

“What's so funny?” You inquire through an even tone despite your heart warming at the sight.

“Mommy, it was daddy’s idea!” Yuwon points at her dad, who widens his eyes. “Hey baby! You can't just blame me! You said you wanted to draw a cat!”

You stand there, watching the exchange between them before you frown, annoyed at being left out like that. You turn on your heels, and make your way to the bathroom to freshen up — huffing aloud to show that you were mad.

Jeonghan can't help chuckling more at the pout that Yuwon sends his way. "She's mad now."

He scoots a little closer to her, and as if on cue, she joins him in his counting, both of them opening their fingers one by one.

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

"Yoon Jeonghan, get here right now!"

Your voice echoes through the house and Jeonghan sighs knowingly, his mischievous smile intact as he holds Yuwon's tiny hand in his large one before standing up. "Guess we're gonna have to make it up to her."

You are beyond baffled by the time your husband and his carbon copy come to the bathroom. You point at your face in exasperation. "You're telling me that the deliveryman literally saw me like this?"

Yuwon uses her best technique instantly — affection. Her tiny arms wrap around your legs as she stares up at you with big, innocent eyes. Exactly like her father's. "Mommy. You look so cute like this!"

Jeonghan senses the flicker of ease on your face as he leans against the doorframe, smiling fondly at you. "I'm sure the deliveryman found you cute as well."

You glare at him, except you're threatened by your own emotions. You struggle to not smile. "This isn't funny, dear husband. What if I went out like this? What if I attended my scheduled zoom meeting like this?"

Jeonghan chuckles, shaking his head like he knows you're talking nonsense. "Come on dear wifey, do you usually go out without using the bathroom first? Do you attend meetings directly after waking up? Of course Yuwon knew you were gonna see yourself in the bathroom mirror. Are you saying our baby isn't smart enough to limit the prank?"

You open your mouth to say something but Yuwon detaches herself from you, pouting. "Mommy, am I not smart enough?"

Jeonghan snickers, knowing well enough that his daughter is putting up an act. He gets baffled at how good she's at using her charms to get out of situations. Just like him.

You stare at Jeonghan in astonishment, before looking back down at the precious creature who almost convinces you that she's indeed upset. Almost.

You pick her up, sitting her on the counter. "No, baby. You're very smart. Extra smart. You can fool anyone. And you're lucky that I love you."

She giggles aloud, making you smile. "What if this doesn't come off now? Do you expect mommy to stay like this all day?"

Yuwon instantly shakes her head mid-laugh, watching as Jeonghan comes behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Daddy will help you wash it. He has solutions for everything!"

You feel Jeonghan's lips on the side of your head, and your smile only widens. "That's right. I'll wash it off for you."

You twist your neck to look at his gorgeous face, and sigh defeatedly. "You're also lucky I love you."

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