#and at least she's not the one fighting with kelly

[hotchs-second-wife]

Thea: Kelly and Brooklyn are fighting again.

Jay, deadpanned: I thought I told you to stop making them fight with each other.

Thea:

Jay:

Thea: I like drama.

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Night in Vegas- Lando x fem reader

Summary: Y/N had been Lando's PR, it had been messy and she moved to Red Bull, but maybe things were not as bad as she thought.

Warnings: Abusive Max (Sorry someone had to be the bad guy) smutty ending.

Notes: No hate to anyone this story just needed a villain.

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The moment the job offer came from Red Bull you didn't think it twice. You had been Lando's PR for the last 2 years, which was kind of a nightmare. He had the worst cases of verbal diarrhea, not that Max didn't but the paycheck was worth the extra work. Also, the interactions with Lando had always been weird and uncomfortable.

He was so nice and funny around everyone else but you, whenever it was just you two, you could hear the grass grow. In the beginning, you tried to get to know him, create somewhat of a bond so you could understand him better and work around that info, but every time you tried to get him to tell you something about him he would shut you out, keeping his answers short and dry.

And here you were, your first six months as Max PR agent were...interesting, he was a master in driving but thanks to his dad and the people around him, his public image was a challenge, a challenge you loved to work, at least you did until he started showing his real self. It began with small tantrums, mood swings when an interview had been scheduled when he had agreed to go play paddle, or that one time on a bad day when a reporter asked him about his dad's history with the law even when you had precisely warned them not to ask about any of that.

But that was all fun and games until tonight's event for the Vegas GP. Usually, the US GP's parties were a nightmare. Tons and tons of media people and influencers with little idea about F1. Yet they were important to attend because of the amount of rich people the teams craved as their lawful sponsors, so all the drivers were requested to go. This meant an awful fight with Max who hated these events where he had to "prostitute" himself for a couple of millions, it was particularly tricky now that some pictures and supposed messages showing Kelly might have been cheating, surfaced. You promised him to warn everybody that any questions about his personal life were off the table for any of the interviews, but American media cared little about that.

"Are you stupid or something?" His angry voice was so much like his dad's. Dry, hurtful, and insulting even when he wasn't using big curse words.

"Max, I told everyone personal questions were off the table. I sent a memo last week and a reminder this morning" You walked following him closely as he exited the event venue. Your heels making it difficult for you to keep his pace.

"I don't care!" He stopped and turned towards you abruptly, making you crash against his body. "If Christian gives me any shit about not being here I will make sure he knows this was all your fault" His voice loud and angry felt even more intimidating as he was towering over you, his red face so close to yours you could feel the heat radiate from it.

"But-"

"Shut it, I don't want to hear it" He spat.

"Hey, mate, easy" You both turned to look at the curled hair driver approaching at a firm pace.

"Lando, this has nothing to do with you"

"It does when you're talking like that to Y/N" He gently held your arm pulling you back, placing himself between you and Max.

"How did you deal with this shit for two years? she's the worst"

"I disagree, she's the best"

"What? Why are you defending her?" Max looked in shock from Lando's intervention, and to be honest, so were you.

"Because I know the mess you are and you talking to her like that is unacceptable and most likely uncalled for. We should've never let her go, I've begging Zak to get her back and after this, there's no way I'm letting her stay at RB"

"What the fuck? I don't...Wait, did you two ...? She must be a good fuck if you want her back so bad" A bitter laugh left his chest.

There it was, the angry verbal diarrhea.

You wanted to jump in and tell him you had never even crossed two complete phrases with Lando, how the hell were you going to fuck him? But no sound left your body, you were just a passenger in this trainwreck.

"Max, come on, It's not her fault your life's a fucking mess and that you have no idea how to deal with it. And take it from me, mate, you don't need a PR manager, you need a therapist."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Max took a couple of steps forward and faced Lando menacingly. He wasn't much taller than the Brit but seemed angry enough to cause damage.

"This is enough" You finally spoke, your voice shaky as you grabbed Lando's arm trying to pull him back. But he didn't move an inch.

"I'm not afraid of you mate" Lando hissed.

"Ok enough" You said in the most motherly voice ever and stepped in between them. "Lando, thanks but that's enough. You two don't want to do or say anything you'll regret later"

"See you on the track, mate" Said Lando as he took your hand and pulled you toward the parking lot.

You walked with him still in shock from the situation, expecting for him to let go of your hand as soon as you were out of sight from Max, but he kept going until he reached the Valet and gave him his ticket.

"Thanks fo that" You tried breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I think I need to go back there tho, I might not have a job tomorrow, but I don't need them to fire me because of not complying with my duties, Maybe I can find Max and convince him-"

"If they don't fire you, you're quitting" He said as he typed on his phone.

"What?! No, I can't do that, I can't afford to lose my job"

"You'll have a job"His voice was confident as he kept typing.

"Lando, I really-"

"Your car, Mr.Norris" The valet cut you off opening the passenger door for you.

"Get in" Lando walked toward the door to hold it himself.

"Lan-"

"Get in... please" He finally looked at you, something in his eyes telling you to do it. Not wanting to perform another scene now in front of the valet, you got inside the fancy McLaren. Your feet thanked you for the much-needed rest after the little sprint.

He removed his suit jacket, got in the driver's side, and drove off.

"I swear, you're not going to be jobless, you can stop with the bouncy leg" A hint of a laugh in his voice. Of course, he could laugh about it, he was worth millions, if he lost his job that same night, he'd have enough money to live comfortably for two lives.

Your phone started ringing in your bag. Chirstian's face on your screen made your heart beat a thousand miles. You could almost hear him, his calm yet angry voice made your skin crawl.

"Don't answer him, there's no need"

"Lando, you don't get it, it's not that simple"

A ding on his phone and a pop-up notification on his console screen called your attention.

Zak: Fine, I'm ok with it, we can talk details tomorrow.

"See?" He said smiling at the notification. You stared at him confused.

"I promised him I would behave my best for the rest of my contract if they took you back. Welcome back to Mclaren" A big smile on his face. It was odd being on the receiving end of that smile.

"Sadly, you won't be working with me. You will be part of the team's PR, I think that's an even bigger paycheck, tho"

"Ok, stop stop stop" Your voice filled with slight panic. "What the fuck's happening?"

"Wow, your first bad word" He was way too entertained with the situation.

"That you know of" Your facade was off, screw being professional, this moment was a moment for panic.

Christian's number shined on your screen again.

"Hello" You finally answered.

"Y/N, I just got a thousand messages from Max, and from the team at the event, what's going on?"

"Christian, Max lost it after some journalist asked him about Kelly, I had clearly said no questions about that were allowed"

"You should not have left Max to leave the party, we need him back there"

"I tried to stop him but-"

"No buts, Y/n, that's your job"

"No"

"What?"

"No, that's not my job, I'm not a babysitter, I'm a PR agent, I should not be dealing with tantrums and the equivalent of being spit in the face by an angry baby just because he's Max Verstappen"

You took a deep breath as the man on the other side of the phone kept quiet. Netflix would kill to have footage of this situation.

"I quit" You finally said

"What?" His high-pitched voice told you he was as surprised as you by the words leaving your mouth. You turned to look a Lando, he had the biggest smile on his face.

"I quit, Christian. I can stop by to sign my resignation tomorrow."

"But-"

"I'm sorry but I have to go now. I will stop by your office tomorrow to sign whatever is needed and to return my credentials. Have a good night" You hung up with shaky hands. As much as you sounded confident you were screaming inside.

"Nice" Lando's accent so thick.

"Oh my God" You placed your head between your legs and took deep breaths, trying not to faint.

"It's ok, it will all be ok" You felt his hand run softly up and down your back which felt weirdly soothing and calming.

You finally felt calm enough to lift your head, realizing he had pulled over at a truck stop next to the highway.

"What the fuck just happened?" You closed your eyes, the world felt as if it was spinning out of orbit.

"It will be ok, you were amazing"

"I will regret this tomorrow"

"I could help you with that" he said under his breath, you barely catching his words.

"What?"

"Never mind. Listen, you'll be fine, you'll join the team for the next season, and you can take this time as a well-deserved vacation"

"What are you talking about? Maybe Zak only told you that so you would stop bothering him. I can't wait until the next season. Oh my God, I need to call Christian back, if I apologize and explain that I was drunk or something he might not fire me" you said as you fumbled with your phone trying to get your shaky hands to get your calls.

"Stop, no, Y/n" In a swift move, Lando took your phone from your hand.

"Give it back! This is all your fault!"

"What?!"

"If you had stayed out of this I might have convinced Max to go back to the party and none of this had happened" You said as you almost jumped over him to get your phone back as he moved his hand around keeping you away from it.

"Oh c'mon, you wouldn't have lasted two more weeks with his annoying ass, I love Max but he's a pain" He sounded way too entertained by all this.

"Lando, stop it! Give me back my phone!"

"No, you have to calm down"

"No, give it back" you were almost kneeling over the seat.

"Y/n, stop"

"No"

"Y/n!"

"NO, GIVE IT-" Before you could finish your sentence his free hand grabbed you from your neck and pulled you toward him, his lips crashed into yours, finally getting you to stop moving. You even stopped breathing.

After a couple of seconds or hours, you weren't sure anymore, he let go of the fist he had formed around your hair and pulled back. His cheeks flushed as if he had been the one who had gotten kissed out of nowhere.

"Have I been drugged? Am I hallucinating? This has to be a weird trip"

His particular laugh sent chills down your spine.

"C'mon, it wasn't my best job but I'm not used to kissing people as they're having a panic attack, I needed you to calm down"

"And kissing me was the best you could come up with?"

"You're not thinking about your phone or Christian anymore, are you?"

"You're sick"

"Listen, I'm sorry I did it like that, ok? I stepped over a boundary and I apologize, but I know that after this you might hate me for the rest of your life and this seemed like the only moment I was going to be able to do it, so I'm sorry but not really"

"You can't go around kissing people just because"

"I didn't do it just because"

"What?"

"Y/N, I'm fucking in love with you!" He screamed.

"What?" Your voice is barely a whisper

"I'm sorry, I was dumb ok?"

"I'm not getting any of this"

"Ok, I'll explain. It took me about 2 months to fall head over heels for you, ok? You're smart, incredibly beautiful, funny, and so good at your job, it was hard not to fall in love with you. But I know I can be an asshole, so trying to stay away from you and not ruin everything I behaved like an even bigger asshole, pushing you away and into Red Bull's arms. So as an apology, I've been having talks with Zak. this has been going on for months. So no this just didn't come up, Max just made it easier for me to set the plan in motion"

You stared at his proud face in awe.

"Are you breathing?" He asked when not. single sound had left your body for a long time.

"You're in love with me?"

"Um yeah" He blushed and almost looked away but he didn't.

"For the two years we worked together, you were in love with me?"

"Yeah, basically"

"You have a shitty way of showing love"

"Sorry" he laughed under his breath

"You're nuts"

"I know" As soon as he saw you had calmed down he stretched his hand softly caressing your cheek. "I'm nuts for you"

"Ew, don't"

He laughed, the sound making you feel something new.

"I don't know"

"What?"

"What's going on"

"Maybe another kiss might help? I'm actually asking this time"

"Ok" You answered in a low whisper.

"Ok" He softly whispered as he took you by the neck, and pulled you toward him. It was a mutual kiss now, your lips dancing with his. His tongue traced your lips and they parted allowing your tongue to start a fight with his.

The kiss heated up as his other hand grabbed your hips and pulled you over him. Your ass pressed on the horn startling both of you and making you laugh, but quickly you returned to your make-out session.

His hand shily traveled down your spine and stopped over the soft satin fabric covering your ass. You knew exactly what he was trying to test, so you moved yours down his chest, feeling his racing heart, and traveled down all the way to his pants. You could feel his growing bulge and you gave it a squeeze. He moaned deeply and he gave a slap to your ass, making you moan too.

You were about to unbuckle his belt but his hand landed over yours.

"Wait, do you actually want to do this?" he asked out of breath.

"Yes" Your voice shaky from the excitement.

"Are you sure? I don't want to force you or-"

"Lando, I want you to fuck me"

Your words sent an electric shock through his body, you could even feel his dick twitch under your hand.

"I'm all yours" He smiled and moved his lips to your neck, you threw your head back giving him space to explore it and its sensitive areas. He gave soft bites around it, as he stretched to the glove compartment getting a condom out of it.

"You're a manwhore"

"I was just manifesting this"

"Sure" you answered squinting your eyes.

"I promise, You can ask Oscar, I've not had sex for months"

"I don't need to know that"

"Yeah you do, I swear I wasn't going to use this with anyone else, I promise"

He was most likely lying, but you decided to believe him, at least for tonight.

"Fine" You said as you took the condom from his hand and opened it as your lips went back to his.

He helped you by pulling down his pants and his boxers enough for his throbbing cock to spring out and slap his stomach.

"Hello Mr. Norris" You said with a cheeky smile

"Don't act so surprised"

"Sorry"

He now took the hem of your dark blue dress and pulled it over your hips, softly caressing the soft flesh of your thighs and ass. He moaned at the feeling of no underwear under it.

"You're naughty"

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me"

"I love it" He said and bit your lower lip as he placed you over his hard cock. You took the condom and without breaking the kiss you rolled it over his dick, enjoying the feeling of the heat and the veins that ran through it.

He couldn't wait any longer and as soon as he felt the condom in place he lifted his hips entering you in one deep thrust making you moan loudly from the incredible feeling of being so full.

"Fuck, Lando" you said as he started thrusting. A slow yet hard pace made your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he held you one hand by the neck the other one caressing your ass.

"Fuck, you're so fucking perfect" He moaned against your tits that were spilling out your dress.

He took one of your nipples in his mouth, pushing you closer to your release.

You had forgotten when was the last time you had sex, but none of your previous experiences could compare to this one. Lando being a manwhore was quite a benefit.

His hips hitting against yours at such a perfect pace was driving you crazy. He could tell by the way you were pulsing around him that you were close. This was probably a record and he was going to savor it.

He brought one of his hands down to your clit and just a couple of circles helped by how wet you were pushed you over the edge, loudly moaning his name in his ear. That sweet sound looped in his brain, making him reach his climax shortly after.

"Fuck" he finally said after you two had reached a decent breathing pace.

"Shit"

"Fourth curse word of the night"

"Shut it" You said as you pushed yourself off his chest and kissed him.

"I'm going to love having you around again"

"Me too"

"Well, Max was right about one thing" A cheeky grin on his face.

"What?"

"You're such a good fuck"

"You're a dick" You slapped his chest as he pulled you back to kiss him.

This was probably going to be a mess, but at least for a couple of months you were unemployed and free to date whoever you wanted, that included F1 drivers who would probably be off limits once your contract started, but that was a problem for your versions of the future.

Tag List: @wtrmlnsgr94, @ricsaigaslec, @ironmaiden1313, @formulas-bitch,

[natalievoncatte]

“Kara?”

She doesn’t answer. Lena’s presence doesn’t surprise her; Kara Danvers always knows where Lena Luthor is, at least as long as there’s a way for the sound of her heart to find Kara’s ears, no matter how soft or faint it might be. In her ruminations Kara thinks on that before she speaks. Even when they were at their worst, when they were hurting each other in every way that mattered, Kara would stop and listen.

It was a secret and sacred thing, a transgression that she would never admit. She would confess to scoping Lena out with her x-ray vision first. She’d never actually done that, but she’d pretend-admit before confessing that, sometimes, she’d listen to Lena’s heart as she slept and drift off to its slow and steady beat.

They’re by the sea, at the Danvers family home. It’s been a year since Alex and Kelly married and a small, core group have gathered here in this house by the waves to celebrate the anniversary. It’s just Alex and Kelly of course and Esme, and Lena and Kara. And Eliza.

She lives here, after all.

Nia and Brainy are in town in an AirBnB, and they’ve been by the house but are mostly doing their own thing. They’ll marry soon, Kara thinks. They have that air about them, the way that Alex and Kelly did before the proposal.

There is a sense of finality to it all that has fallen over Kara like the shadow of a passing storefront, and she sits where she can watch the ocean waves roll in, chin propped on arms resting on knees, curled up and watching the waves reach the high water mark and roll back.

Lena stands beside her now, seemingly unconcerned that Kara hasn’t answered her. This happens a lot now. There are companionable silences. Lena spends half her days in Kara’s home, working from a laptop on Kara’s kitchen counter while Kara writes at the kitchen table.

A lot has happened. Cat Grant offered her the role of EIC at CatCo; Kara rejected it. She’d mad furtive plans to reveal her identity, then canceled them. She’d told Cat but asked that it end there and Cat had respected it, then gone on an esoteric retreat at an eel farm or… something. Kara still submitted articles to CatCo but on a freelance basis, and she was submitting more articles elsewhere lately.

Actually, very little had happened. Kara had more time to really write, now. She put on her suit and flew out the window less and less, being less needed.

Lena sits down next to her and assumes a similar pose. Kara can’t help but look at her; she has never been able to resist looking at Lena Luthor. That too has changed. She doesn’t steal a glance this time, she studies, lets her gaze linger. She looks at the way the light of the golden hour plays with Lena’s soft, easy beauty. Her sort-of-roommate skipped putting on makeup this morning and her hair is down in a mop of air-dried dark curls, some of them lazily riding the breeze around her head. Some of it falls across her face and Kara fights the urge to sweep it back with a soft brush of her fingers.

Lena is beautiful. The warm light makes her pale skin glow, brings out the sparkle in her blue-green eyes, as deep as the sea they watch. There is a soft playful hint of a smile on her lips, but her brows are furrowed.

Kara thinks back to the last time she spoke to J’onn. She told the man, the closest thing she had left to a father in the world, about how she was wearing the cape less and working more, about Lena, about how Alex and Kelly seemed to be moving on, both of them now retired from the insanity of her lives and Alex actually planning to practice medicine.

“That’s what happens,” J’onn told her. “Things pass. Stories end. The great deeds are done, the archenemies vanquished, the miracles all performed. After that is just life.”

Kara wasn’t sure what that meant. In her life -almost sixty years, that she’d experienced as less than thirty- she’d packed in the experiences of a hundred lifetimes. She’d watched her world die, found her family, lost them, made a new one. She’d loved and lost and she’d even died- twice. She’d spent two eternities in her own personal hell.

Kara lets out a slow sigh. She’s still looking at Lena.

They have to have this conversation. Kara just doesn’t know what to say or how to say it. The problem is obvious. Lena and Kara had arrived this morning a few hours after Kelly and Alex, and found that Eliza had, as to be expected, already planned out who was bunking where.

“Alex and Kelly have Alex’s old room,” Eliza had told them, after hugging Lena. “Esme has Kara’s old room, and you and Lena can take the guest bedroom.”

When the words left her foster mother’s mouth, Kara’s heart raced. If Lena thought anything of it, she gave no sign. Kara was on the verge of panic.

Eliza had given the two of them a room with one bed. A small room, a shared room that would give two people no privacy.

Does she think we’re…?

Kara had considered the possibility before. She wasn’t blind or oblivious to a fluttering heart beat or lip bites or long stares, but…

“I’m scared,” Kara says, and she looks away.

She can feel Lena looking at her, gaze unwavering.

“What about?”

Kara swallows hard. She doesn’t know if Lena realizes what Eliza has assumed yet, if she’s put it together. She must have, because she came out here looking for Kara. Kara hadn’t run away exactly, but she had fled. She needed to think.

“One thing I’ve learned,” Kara says, “is that once you say something, you can’t un-say it. You can’t change the truth once it’s been told.”

Lena nods softly. She knows. They learned the same lesson from the same cruel trick.

“Do you know why I held on to my secret for so long?”

“You always said it was to protect me, and I didn’t accept that. Then when…” Lena pauses heavily, “when we moved on, I never really asked again.”

Kara swallows. “I lied. I did it for me.”

Lena says nothing.

“I was scared. I was afraid that once I told you, it would be the same with you as it was with everyone else. Once people know Kara is Supergirl, then Kara stops being Kara. Kara is just Supergirl’s real name.”

Kara’s breath hitches. She glances at Lena, who watches intently.

“I was wrong. I should have known better. I should have trusted you.”

“Yes,” said Lena. “You should have. I should have tried to understand you. To understand why instead of projecting my own insecurities onto your choice. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I forgave you.”

Waves crash in the silence.

“I would forgive you anything.”

“Even beating the last potsticker?”

“I’m serious, Lena.”

Lena sighs. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“You saw the room.”

Lena nods.

“Your mom seems to be assuming that we share a bed,” Lena says.

Kara swallows hard.

“The last time I was with Nia, she asked when I’m selling the penthouse, because she assumed I’ve been planning to move into your loft.”

Kara groped her knees because her hands are shaking. She grips her knees to stop them but it makes her legs shake instead.

Lena shifts closer, scooting across the grass. She’s not touching Kara but it feels like she is. Her touch becomes and threatens. They share space, the sea breeze passing over them as one. Lena looks at her through a tangle of inky curls and her eyes are infinite, searching Kara for something.

“I have deemed a dream,” Kara whispers. “I fear if I dream it too deeply I’ll suddenly wake, and when I wake it’ll be gone the way dreams always are, and it will fade as fast as any dream. The thought of losing it hurts so bad it makes it feel like my chest is caving in.”

Kara looks at Lena now. She looks so young, she is young. Her power suits and makeup and air of command and defiance all make her seem almost matronly but here with Kara that mask is gone and beneath it is her true self, her secret self that not even their friends see, a young girl who’s never been young.

Just like Kara.

“What if you woke up and the dream came true?”

“Sometimes,” Kara admits, “I wonder if you’re real. I used to dream of things when I floated in my pod and they seemed so real…”

“It’s real, Kara,” Lena whispers, soft and breathy. “It’s real and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing has to change. It’s just going to evolve. I know what you want to say and I’ve been scared of it too. What you’re saying, I can feel it in my soul… when the Luthors took me in, I used to dream that my mom was alive. I’d wake up smelling breakfast and hearing her sing and when I realized it was just a dream it was like she died again every morning.”

“I love you.”

Lena stares at her. Kara hears Lena’s steady pulse flutter and begins to stammer.

“I know I’ve said it before. I mean I’m in love with-“

Lena presses a finger to her lips.

“I know. Stop telling me and show me.”

Kara freezes, not sure what she meant. Lena twisted languidly and leaned towards her. Kara freezes briefly and then just lets go, moving on instinct. Using a little strength she pulls Lena into her lap, gently touches her chin, and tilts her back a touch, to kiss her.

It is at once tentative and soft and absolutely explosive. Kara forces back tears, as Lena embraces her with all her strength, molding herself to Kara as if she means to climb inside her. For all her urgency, her kiss is just as delicate, just as tender and exploratory.

It is as it has always been. They compliment each other perfectly, moving together without a word needed, Kara breaks the kiss because Lena needs air and lowers her to the grass, fully on top of her now, brushing lose strands of hair back from her face to kiss her again and again and again, each kiss ah apology, each brushing of lips a lament for time lost.

They could have been doing this for years.

Lena arches under her, grinding hungrily, kissing her furiously. She moans softly as Kara’s hands find bare skin and Kara murmurs a Kryptonian prayer against her lips, and her thighs rise to bracket Kara’s hips.

Kara feels it all. The desire, the lust, the need, and above all the unbridled joy. This is no dream. It’s real. It’s happening. It’s…

“Eww,” Alex says.

Kara snaps up, acutely aware that her hand is halfway up Lena’s now-askew top, and that Lena has leg-locked them together. Lena lets her head fall back and peers up at Alex.

“Eliza sent me to find you two. Dinner is ready,” Alex sighs, then turns, muttering,

“Get a room. Sheesh.”

Lena cracks first, unleashing a gale of laughter.

“Let me go,” she protests.

Kara lets her…. briefly. Play-wrestling ensues, and Lena just know that Kara is letting her win as they roll in the grass, but it no longer matters. Lena is flushed and grass-stained and joy burns her in her eyes and-

“Come on!” Alex bellows.

Kara helps her up, and they head for the house.

[littlegrapejuice]

Your Champion | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: The WDC title has been won by Max, but Lando actually doesn't mind as you both know his time will come one day.

Author's Note: i PRAYED that the championship fight would've gone on for longer (at least till qatar (which btw was a shit show)), but then i saw the light come back in lando's eyes + the vid of him congratulating max and i was just so glad for him bc it looked like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders😔

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

It was…

Relieving.

In a way.

The 2024 Las Vegas Grand Prix had been decisive for the title of Formula One World Champion.

Max had won the drivers’ championship. It was now definitely over for Lando. And even though he had been a good contender to the title, Lando’s season had mostly been focused on him getting his first victories ever since he’d joined Formula One – which the majority of people tended to forget. Max had been used to being on the podium and being on its top step for years.

This year was the first for Lando. From Miami to Singapore, with Zandvoort in between, Lando Norris had won three Grand Prix after spending the last four years not making it past P2. If he and his team kept driving walking down this path though, then Lando definitely had a chance for the next season.

For this one however, it was over.

And that didn’t really bother him to be honest.

Lando had partied like there was no tomorrow with the grid. Although they still had the last two races of the season waiting for them, everyone wanted to celebrate George winning the race as well as Max winning his fourth title. You hadn’t been very far from him, spending most of the night with the rest of the drivers’ girlfriends with whom you had formed a tight knit group. You were all giggling about the silliest and most random subjects, brainstorming gift ideas for Carmen and Kelly who wanted to offer presents to the winners of the day, and drinking until your respective boyfriends wanted to call it a day. You promised each other to hang out soon again, probably in Qatar depending on which WAG was able to come. And then you all went your separate ways, you leaving with Lando back to your hotel.

The ride was quiet, only the soft sound of the engine could be heard in the taxi. Far less loud than a Formula One car though, and almost lulling you to sleep. Looking out the window to admire the bright lights of Las Vegas, you smiled when you saw the sphere. She had captured your heart during the weekend and you’d found it cute how it had observed the drivers every time they went around it. You were hoping that the one in Abu Dhabi would be similar and got excited thinking about the final race of the year. Still daydreaming during the rest of the journey, you were brought back to reality when Lando squeezed your hand as a way to signal your arrival to the hotel.

Once back in your shared room, you took turns taking a well-deserved shower and then simply went to lie on the bed. The TV was off – none of you was in the mood to watch something and you were definitely too tired to focus on a screen – and the curtains were slightly open – a majestic view of ‘Sin City’ was presenting itself to you which made it easy to understand why the temptations there were so strong, not to be refused.

If someone were to ask you though, your view was a way better one than the one seducing you outside. While you were sitting up, resting against a couple pillows, Lando was laying on his side, his head on your thighs. You smiled as you passed a hand through his curls, Lando relaxing from the gentle and loving touch. It was such a peaceful moment for the both of you. No more stressing thinking about the championship, nor the comments, nor the team. It was just you and him tonight. That was all he needed. He wasn’t Formula One McLaren Driver Lando Norris with you, he was just Lando.

Lando who was self-conscious; Lando who didn’t believe in his own skills; Lando who doubted himself way too much for your liking; Lando who wondered if it was all worth it in the end; Lando who still hoped that he was capable of great things.

You, however, had always seen another side of this Lando. You were more familiar with Lando who made sure to deliver you flowers when you weren’t able to follow him to whatever country he was racing in; Lando who was adored by your friends because of thoughtful his birthday gifts to you were; Lando who would never go to bed if one of you was upset with the other; Lando who would buy you sushi when you were overworking yourself; Lando who never gave up despite the uncertainty.

Even when he was insecure, even when all odds were against him, even when half of the journalists criticised his lack of talent compared to more successful drivers and Lando himself was starting to believe them, he still never gave up. He had been close to do so several times – not his proudest moments. But every time it could have happened, he thought of you and your support throughout the years. He thought of his family, his friends, his fans. It gave him strength. It gave him the motivation to continue. And above all, he also thought of himself. He thought of past Lando, who had such passion and love for karting, who would be over the moon to know he had fought to become a world champion. Lando had been amongst the twenty best drivers of the world for the fifth consecutive year, and he would still be here during the following years. He had deserved his seat, deserved his achievements. And despite the lows, there had been so many highs that Lando knew he could never give up his dream.

He would be a Formula One World Champion one day. And you would be here to witness it.

That was your unknowingly shared thoughts at the moment. You were both hoping for this achievement to happen someday.

It also had a nice ring to it, especially when you thought about how you could would be introducing your boyfriend as a champion in the future. For now though, even if he wasn’t a Formula One champion to the world, he was still a champion to your eyes. And if you were to ask Lando about this strong opinion of yours, he would definitely agree with a cheesy yet romantic reply that would sound like:

“Of course I’m your champion, the best trophy I ever got was when I won your heart!”

And he would laugh at his own words – you would too, to be honest. But despite the unseriousness of his tone, you would see in his eyes that he meant everything he had said. You would recognise that look everywhere – the look of love, because you had the same one whenever your gaze would land upon him. Even if your only answer to that would be to scoff and pretend like it was ridiculous, the way that you would then squeeze his hand and bring it up to your lips in order to give it a light kiss was enough of a giveaway that you were moved by the meaning his words held between the lines.

You’re worth more than any prize I could ever get for racing. When I’ll be old and wrinkly, I’ll look at you and reminisce of everything we’ve been through together. And if I make the mistake of thinking about my career first, I know I’ll still find you easily in my memory because you’ll have been there for every milestone.

These were Lando’s thoughts, and what his eyes were trying to convey. And he hoped you understood every word. But even if not, he would gladly say them to you as many times as needed for you to get that you were his priority over anything else and that he would fuck a championship up whenever you want if your wish was to one day elope before disappearing from the face of the earth. It wasn’t necessarily in your plans at the moment, but the thought of retiring both your jobs to go live on a deserted island had been enough of a recurring joke that it was definitely an option in the future.

For now though, the option that you were both choosing was to enjoy the current moment and get a peaceful night of rest before being caught in the chaotic whirlwind that would be the next race during the following week.

..........

I'm back y'all😝 ngl i wrote that pretty quickly but forgot to post it bc i had my lil collage to do and i always procrastinate the "scouring instagram to find good pics that fit my fic" so then it just disappears from my brain till i finally remember to do it

Anywayyys i hope y'all enjoyed it, it's my shortest work i think but i like it a lot and I'm always down to write ab lando bc he's my fave sooo🤭

Be back whenever I'll be, take care of yourselves, love ya guys<3

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Burning Jealousy (18+)

Request: LAPD have to do a seminar across the country at the best academy, which happens to be in Chicago.. but what happens when a fire starts out there and 51 needs to come for help?

And the reader being a helpful paramedic taking care of Tim Bradford, who's shamelessly flirting with her, which just gets a certain lieutenant high on jealousy ? 🤔😵‍💫🤷🏼‍♀️🫠

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Rhodes!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, jealously

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You are a Rhodes, the younger sister, by 4 years, of none other than Connor Rhodes, even though he was your brother he raised you to be the woman you were today. When he went to medical school you went to the fire academy for being a paramedic and you loved every second of it. 

When you arrived at Firehouse 51 everyone was already in a tight knit group and you were worried that you wouldn't fit in but boy were you wrong so wrong. They opened their arms and hearts to you, one person more so than others. Who? Well, none other than Kelly Severide.

Kelly. Kelly Severide. The man that could swoon anyone's heart and break them without even trying. Kelly Severide the man you were in love with but didn't want to admit it or took his advances but deep down you would in a heartbeat but afraid to have your heart broken. 

The man in question has already tried to win you over but nothing has worked and that just made the mission all more exciting. The advances he made towards you were always shut down because of your past relationships, the worst one was when you were left at the altar. Deep down you were in love with him but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of giving in… well at least not it.

Currently the whole lot of you had just arrived at 51 to start your shift. You were walking in with your two coworkers on Ambulance 61, Sylvie Brett and Gabriela Dawson, they were like sisters to you and very quickly took you under their wing when you first arrived and you were so grateful for that. “Did you hear that the police academy is having a seminar?” Sylvie asked.

“Oh yes! Heard about that. I ran into some of them and man they're good looking. Especially one of the TOs from LA.” Gabriela said “Have you heard about or seen them Y/N?” She asked you. 

“I heard about it through Connor's and I met up at Molly's for our weekly hangout. Jay was going on about it. He didn't seem too thrilled about it.” You said as you three walked into the bay. 

“What did Jay have to say about them?” Sylvie asked 

“He said there are a lot of young ones there still learning the ropes and clearly were not trained like he and the rest of Intelligence were. He said that there was an older rookie that was there and he was amazed. There is one officer he butts heads with constantly.” You said as the rare heat that Chicago was having started to make you sweat. 

“Did you happen to get his name?” Gabriela asked 

“I think Jay said it was something like Tim Bradford.” You said as you put your stuff away. “He said he was strict, almost too strict and he wanted stuff done his way and if it wasn't then he was going to fight you on it.” You said as you three headed through the doors and your eyes locked with Kelly's and you had to stop yourself from smiling or blushing especially when he winked at you. You turned away and continued walking just as soon as the bells rang for Ambo 61 and the three of you were off. 

-

5 hrs. later you three were back at the station exhausted. “Oh man I think that's the longest we've ever been out.” Sylvie said, rolling her shoulders and her neck. 

“I agree. That was a lot.” You said as you opened the backdoor of the ambulance as they got out of the front. 

“I don't know about you two but I'm going to try to get something to eat and rest before our next call.” Gabriela said 

“You two go ahead. I'm going to stock up and clean.” You said and they both nodded as you started to check everything you said you would do. Really you just wanted some peace and quiet to yourself. It was just a lot for you. As you were silently cleaning and restocking the ambulance a set of eyes were watching you without your knowledge. 

-

While you three were gone Kelly was a nervous wreck. It was very unusual for a truck, engine, rescue, or ambulance to be gone for hours on end unless it was a tough call. Everyone knew the liking he took to you and they could see the nervousness in his eyes even though he kept his face neutral and kept busy. When he heard the doors open and the sound of the ambulance engine then did, he actually relax. 

Kelly acted like he was busy as you opened the backdoor. He couldn't help but look over at you every couple of minutes. When he saw the other two girls leave and it seemed like the just the two of you left in bay did, he stopped what he was doing and look at you. The longer he kept staring at you the more in love he was falling for you. It became too much that he strode over to you and leaned on the door. Noticing a presence, you looked over and your stomach started to have butterflies. “Hi Kelly.” You said as you went back to working.

“Hello beautiful.” He said in a voice that made you shudder just hearing. 

“Beautiful? Hardly.” You said scuffing not seeing the frown pop up on his face.

“You're the hardest working, talented, level headed, beautiful, and smartest girl I know. I also think you should let me take you on a date.” He said with a smirk that had returned to his face.

“No, Kelly. I'm none of those.” You said finally looking at him after restocking the things needed and saw that he was cleaning the doors. He turned to you having sensed that you were looking at him.

“Yes, you are. It upsets me that you don't believe it.” He said

“You saw that to all the girls you've been with.” You said trying to deflect that warm feeling pooling in your stomach. 

“No, I don't.” He said “You can ask anyone. Ever since you came along, I haven't been going out with anyone.” He said and something in his eyes made you believe him. You continued to stare in those beautiful blue eyes that you would gladly get lost in. He stared back into yours and then suddenly you were getting closer to each other. So close that you could smell his shampoo that you have fallen in love with. Lips so close but yet seemed so far away. Just as your lips were barely touching the bells rang making you both stand still. You didn't pull apart until the doors leading into the bay opened and he was jumping away to get ready to head to the scene. 

“Fuck.” You whispered as you got situated in the back and shut the doors just as Sylvie and Gabriela jumped up in the front.

“Looks like we'll be getting to meet the cops in question.” Sylvie said 

“Oh?” You asked 

“Sounds like they accidentally started a fire and can't put it out and some part of the building collapsed. Some injuries.” Gabriela said, to be honest you really didn't listen to the call you were too immersed in blue eyes. Then the comment he made about not being with anyone came to your mind and you needed to know the answer. 

“Tell me something.” You said out loud to the both of them as you pulled out of the bay.

“What's up?” Sylvie asked

“Is it true that Kelly hasn't been out with anyone since I've gotten here?” You said 

“Yea that's right. He has set his sights on you and is not going to let up anytime soon.” Gabriela said

“Hmmm.” You said secretly smiling to yourself.

“Yea that's right. Why do you ask?” Sylvie asked

“No reason.” You said as the ambulance was pulled onto the open road heading to the convention center where the convention was being held. You sat quietly as you rode to the scene thinking about a certain blue-eyed man and what information you had been told. You let your walls down as you sat in the back by yourself. It seemed like no time you were pulling up to the building and that made your walls go up and you got into work mode. What you were not expecting when you opened the back of the ambulance door was how attractive some of these officers were going to be but you quickly pushed that to your mind. 

“Woah.” You heard Gabriela say as she met you in the back to grab bags.

“You’re telling me.” Sylvie said as she grabbed hers and waited for you to get down.

“Everyone ready?” You asked and they nodded “Ok, divide and conquer if one of us needs one another then radio each other. The most critical ones need to be seen and taken right away.” You added and they nodded.

“Other stations are coming to help.” Sylvie said and you and Gabriela nodded “Alright let's get to it.” She said and the three of you were headed off in different directions. You could smell the smoke and the dust from the collapsed part of the building was making it hard to breathe but you trained for this and trucked on through it. Every now and then you would see Kelly appear and then disappear but each time he saw you and winked and then got busy. You checked out people here and there and sent the most critical to the hospital, thankfully not many had to go and a lot of them got out in time before the collapse and the fire started. As you were finishing checking an older officer out, a conversation caught your attention. 

“Lucy, I don’t need to be checked out. I’m fine. I’ve had worse.” A male voice sounded and you had to admit that it sounded nice.

“Tim, please. I saw a piece of building hit your wrist. I fear it may be broken.” Lucy said

“No, I’m fine.” Tim said as you finished up with your current patient and then was sending him on his way to get some refreshments and you knew you had to go and check out Tim. You walked over to where the voices were. 

“Everything ok over here?” You asked as you bent down at their height.

“Tim here had his wrist hit as a part of the building was coming down and he won’t get it checked out.” Lucy said and you nodded.

“Hmmmm a tough patient. I've had plenty of those, most of them in the military and first responders.” You said

“I mean I guess it won’t hurt to get it checked out if it is by you.” He said clearly trying to put his charm on you and you had to admit it was somewhat working. You smiled at him and then started to assess him as Lucy stepped away to talk to another younger officer seeming to be from the same department they were from. You started to take his vitals and you couldn’t help feel him stare at you. 

“Lucy said you got hit by some falling debris?” You asked as you pulled the stethoscope out of your ears and he nodded.

“Only on the wrist but I’ve had worse.” He said 

“Oh yea?” You asked as you examined him.

“I was shot on duty and I was a Staff Sergeant in the Army.” He said and you moved his wrist.

“Sorry, I should've warned you.” You said and he shook his head.

“It’s ok. It hurt just a little bit. But pain coming from such a beautiful woman I can forgive.” He said and you actually blushed. As you were continuing to check him out you failed to notice another set of blue eyes looking at you and the jealousy that was lighting them up. 

“Nothing seems broken. I would encourage you to go to the hospital if the pain becomes too unbearable. I recommend icing it and taking some painkillers like Tylenol.” You said as you started to wrap it.

“Maybe you should come over and check it out to make sure everything is ok later on.” He said 

“I would love to, but I have prior engagements.” You said as you stood and so did and you continued to talk to him.

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Kelly was just putting things away on the truck when he noticed you taking care of an officer and it got something stirring inside of him especially when he started to make you laugh, smile, and even blush. “Kelly you ok man?” Matt Casey asked, noticing his friend preoccupied.

“Me? Everything is fine.” He said though Matt could tell that was a lie he let it slide as he looked at the situation Kelly was looking at.

“You have nothing to worry about.” Matt said 

“Oh?” Kelly asked

“Oh yea, she loves you man. She just won’t admit it.” He said as Kelly looked over at him. 

“Yea right.” Kelly said and was momentarily distracted but when he heard you giggle and Tim placed a piece of hair behind your ear and he gave you a piece of paper that he knew had a phone number on it sent him overboard. He was quick to put everything away and then got into the truck. Everyone was headed back to the station. Kelly was absolutely quiet, fuming with jealousy. He quickly pulled his phone out and pulled your contact information up and hit the text option. 

Meet me in my quarters. I need to discuss what happened at the scene with you.

You answered almost immediately.

You got it. 

He put his phone away and rode the rest away in silence. He was going to make you his one way or the other and he didn’t care who heard he wanted everyone to hear that you were his. It seemed like in no time everyone was arriving back to the station; he was quick to strip out of his gear and stormed off into his office and he waited. He didn’t have to wait too long for a knock to be heard on the door and your voice coming through and he was telling you to come in and you did “You wanted to see me.” You said and he nodded.

“Close the door.” He said as he stood up and started to close the blinds. “I couldn’t help but notice that you were getting close to that cop you were treating before we left.” He said.

“Oh Tim?” You asked “He was just flirting with me. I’m not going to go out with him. I was just treating him.” You said feeling something pull in the bottom of your stomach and it made you feel good. He strode over to you until the back of your knees hit his desk. 

“Tim is it. Does Tim make you feel the way I make you feel?” He asked as he caged you in. His cologne filling your senses. You could tell he was jealous and you wanted to keep it up.

“I think given him a chance he certainly could.” You said and you could’ve sworn you could hear a growl come up from his throat and it just turned you on more. You both stared at each other eyes darkening by the second until the both of you were crashing your lips onto each other. Both of your eyes were closed. His hands came to your waist and he helped stabilize you as you put your hands on his rock-hard abs. He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance and you welcomed it tongues battling for dominance teeth gnashing together. He ended up winning the battle. He stopped kissing you as he started to tug at your shirt and you opened your eyes to look at his opened ones and you nodded. That was enough for the kissing to resume and he pulled your shirt out of your pants and lips parting so he could take it off of you. Now you were in your sports bra and uniform pants. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He said and you blushed like mad as you started to take off his shirt and threw it where your shirt landed after he took it off of you. You looked him up and down and had to stop yourself from drooling. “If you like what you see now, wait until the pants and boxers come off.” He said and you quietly moaned and he smirked as he and you started to work on getting each other's pants off and once they were off his boxers were next and he was right you liked what you saw. 

“Holy shit.” You said and he smirked.

“I’m going to make you feel good baby.” He said as he crashed his lips onto yours and worked on getting your bra off and once it came off, he was sweeping everything off his desk and laying you on your back. The cold of the wood bit into your bare back but you didn’t have long to think about it as he latched onto one of your nipples and your hands were flying to his hair and gripping it tightly. As he was giving your nipples attention, he was taking your underwear off and throwing it into the pile of clothing that was being collected. His hands resumed their position on your hips and you could feel his cock on the inside of your leg and you loved how girthy it felt. 

“Fuck me.” You moaned and he smirked and pulled off the second nipple after giving it the same amount of treatment he gave the other.

“Oh Baby, I plan on it.” He said something in his voice that made you shudder with need as one hand ran up and down your slicked folds. “So wet for me.” He said and you knew how to rile him up.

“Are you sure it’s not for Tim?” You asked smirking looking at him and that growl came back and his eyes darkened and a thick digit slid into you and curled and that smirk slid off your face and a moan slipped out while your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

“I bet he couldn’t make you feel this good.” He said started to finger you and hit your g-spot.

“Kels.” You moaned and right before you came, he was pulling his finger out and you whimpered and looked up at him. You watched him pump himself once and then he was guiding himself to your entrance and slowly sliding in. The stretch was welcoming and had you moaning and eyes rolling to the back of your head and he was moaning because you were tight and squeezing him. 

“Squeezing me so tight. This pussy was made for me.” He moaned as his head went to your neck and you turned it so he could have access to it. You both didn’t care that you both were still at work and you both were trying to be quiet how successful you two were being well you both really didn’t care. He was biting into your neck as he was thrusting in you. Sweat started to pull on both of your foreheads and your bodies. 

“Making me feel so good.” You moaned as your legs wrapped around his waist and hands going to his shoulders and digging and you heard him inhale but started to suck on your neck more and slightly bite it. You knew he was trying to leave a mark, well if he was going to do that then you were going to leave your own mark. So, you slid your nails down his back leaving long scratch marks that were red and angry. He kept thrusting in and out of you and you were loving it and so was he. Heavy breathing took up the room, not a lot of talking was taking place due to you both trying to be quiet. One of his hands held your waist to keep you steady and the other traveled to your clit and started to rub it bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum.” You moaned and he came out of your neck and looked at you. 

“I’m right there with you. Cum with me.” He said as he kissed you as his thrusts started to become erratic and the knot in your stomach started to tighten until it was close to bursting. With the added pleasure on your clit and the stretching in all the right places and not to mention him hitting your g-spot each time you were coming and squeezing him and true to his word he was coming right behind you painting your walls white. Once he stilled, he released your lips and panting was heard throughout the room.

“I should’ve made you jealous before.” You panted and he smirked.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you and have sex with you ever since I laid eyes on you. I love you Y/n.” He said and you smiled and leaned up and kissed him.

“I love you too, Kelly.” You said 

“I’m going to pull out now.” He said and you nodded and he did so. He helped you sit up and kissed your swollen lips. He picked up clothing and separated everything and handed your clothing and the both of you got dressed in silence but it was comfortable. After getting dressed you helped him pick up his things and straightened his desk out and then the two of you were going to lay on his cot. 

“Who knew a call with officers would make you admit your feelings.” You chuckled as you laid in his arms looking at him.

“Hey I was trying but you shot down my advances.” He said 

“I know I’m sorry about that but I liked the way you admitted your feelings.” You said and he chuckled.

“I did too.” He said and he kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes. “I love you.” He said as your breath was evening out and he knew you were asleep when you didn’t answer and when he looked down your eyes were closed. He knew that you loved and that is all that matters.

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CL16/DR3 | Already Over | smau

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an: this is going to be the last part, and this is happening about a year after the last part ended. daniel is also now racing for redbull, because i want max and daniel as teammates :) pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen1 and 3.189.461 others yourusername guess who went and performed at coachella? it was such a nice crowd!! absolutely loved it.

danielricciardo fuck racing. i'm going to all your next live performances

yourusername not if i have anything to say >:( maxverstappen1 wow am i really that bad to be in a team with? danielricciardo i didn't want you to find out like this... maxverstappen1 guess i won't let you win the next race then 🤷 danielricciardo you don't have to let me, i will win yourusername hey hey, no fighting under my post maxverstappen1 sorry danielricciardo sorry

charles_leclerc looks beautiful

yoursister *cough cough* you aren't together *cough cough*

yourusername

liked by logansargeant, mickshcumacher and 3.357.816 others yourusername was i invited just to take photos? yeah pretty much.

georgerussell63 and you snapped the best photos ever

yourusername yeah but i'm not on any! might as well not have been there 😔

oscarpiastri you all went out???

yourusername you weren't invited??? landonorris yeah he was he was busy oscarpiastri that was a lie, i wanted you to force me landonorris i can't force you when i thought you had plans 🤨 oscarpiastri yes you can. landonorris fine i'll force you the next time

lewishamilton at least you know how to take nice photos so we don't end up with the most blurry photos of all those cool outfits

yourusername oh you mean my outfit? that's on none of these photos? because i had to take them all? lewishamilton i was, in fact, talking about my outfit. but your outfit was alright

lilymhe wow i would have loved an invite

yourusername alex didnt mention it?? lilymhe no he just said he was going out for a quick dinner with the team and then he'd be back alex_albon well it was supposed to be just the team, and then it turned into an after party with all the drivers and we sort of forgot time yourusername smh i was at the redbull dinner because daniel invited me, and kelly was there with max, why didn't you invte lily??? 🤨 alex_albon i wasn't aware we were allowed to invite more people maxverstappen1 oh i just did it, i didn't know either danielricciardo oh i was told to bring y/n

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, georgerussel63 and 3.722.261 others yourusername went on a nice well deserved vacation with some friends. refreshing tagged: yourbff, yourfriend, yoursister

yoursister thanks for finally bringing me on one of your adventures

yourusername always a pleasure to have you there to annoy me ❤️ yourbff i was, in fact, invited as the first person yourfriend LIES i was yourusername i literally invited you all in the group chat what are you talking about??? 😭

landonorris now why was i not invited AGAIN??

yourusername do you not have races to attend? landonorris oh... right oscarpiastri yeah i can't race for two people danielricciardo and i am not racing for mclaren anymore so i can't help landonorris right you ditched me for redbull danielricciardo bitch i was FIRED

charles_leclerc looking beautiful as always

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liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and 3.722.261 others scuderiaferrari good weekend with charles on the podium. again next weekend? tagged: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc hoping for the best next weekend, hoping to be back on the top though

y/n/n4ever soooo did anyone else see y/n in the paddock today? i swear she's his lucky charm. whenever she's there he does amazing.

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 3.722.261 others yourusername my man finally got p1 in his home race. so proud of you 🥹 tagged: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc i thought you said "not too public" 🤨

yourusername well that was before you won and before twitter spotted us charles_leclerc that makes sense

leclercs well this was a hard launch for sure

scfty/n and i'm here for it

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oscarpiastri 1-2 for the leclerc family

yourusername i'm sorry what-? charles_leclerc sorry i should have talked to you about it.. i adopted a son

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liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri and 3.722.261 others charles_leclerc i think i have a good luck charm yourusername we need to go on a date before every race ❤️ tagged: yourusername

yourusername invite me out whenever, i'm ready to say yes

charles_leclerc move in with me? landonorris woaahhhh yourusername maybe a bit too soon.. charles_leclerc hm i tried. i'll try again at some point.

carlossainz55 i thought me being in your team was your good luck charm 😞

charles_leclerc you were my teammate since 2021. would have thought i'd have some more wins if you were my good luck charm carlossainz55 i guess you're right

pierregasly congrats mate!!

landonorris us 🤝 ruining max's win streak

lewishamilton so deserved! proud of you!

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[sunshine-zenith]

Okay but like. AU where Mary doesn’t actually learn Cas is an Angel until waaaaay later

Her first introduction to Cas involves Dean frantically getting her to lower her gun, Cas tearfully throwing himself at Dean like a widower reunited with their believed-dead spouse, Dean hugging Cas back just as tightly, and her giving them that Oh They Gay side eye. When Dean says Cas is an Angel, let’s be real given the context she has it probably sounds Super Married. Cas agreeing that he’s an Angel, not a hunter, could come off as “yeah I put up with so much shit for this guy,” especially when paired with his exasperated “no I don’t have a harp” — it just screams “we’ve been married so long that this isn’t even an inside joke it’s a double act and I’m a reluctant but committed participant.”

Also seriously, I know she was literally just resurrected by god’s sister, but “he’s an Angel —wings, harp, you know” sounds like spousely teasing, not a proper or coherent introduction to an entire species that until that moment you didn’t know where actually real or something you could tangibly interact with

When Sam and Dean are missing and Cas attempts to locate them and takes up hunting, Mary would chalk up his lack of success to the fact that he’s not a hunter — he’s a hunter’s husband. Mary herself has personal experience with this exact thing, given that John wasn’t raised a hunter either. As such, she’s either a little softer on her assumed son-in-law, or she projects hard onto him

Cas preferring to fight with a magic blade and not firearms? Not wise in their life, but again, he’s not actually a hunter. She tentatively brings up her concerns with Dean and he says he’s working on getting Cas to use a gun, but Cas is a stubborn asshole (he says with fondness), plus he’s damn good with that blade, so he’s fine in the meantime. She raises her eyebrow but leaves it for the time being

That time Cas kills Death for her and her sons? That’s just devoted husband/in-law behavior, especially given how emotional he gets after — look closely, Cas absolutely had very human tears in his eyes as he monologues about how important and special they are to him

That time Cas almost dies horribly and is saved by a demon? Everyone just doesn’t say “it’s specifically because he’s an Angel” here, at least not when she’s in ear shot, and if Crowley still calls him “choir boy” and such, well he’s a sarcastic demon, why should she worry about his weird quips, there are more important things to deal with. For all she knows, this is just a horrible curse that any of them could’ve gotten if they were stabbed with that blade

One time she tentatively asks Sam about Cas and Dean, specifically asking how long they’ve been together. Sam just laughs in Long Suffering Little Brother

Otherwise, Mary doesn’t really ask, not really wanting to push and frankly not doing so great with the whole My Babies Are Now Older Than Me And Everyone Else I Know Is Dead thing. If Cas is weird about technology or uses strange syntax or usually lets Dean finish his meals for him, she has very little to compare it to and very little brain space to spend on it anyway. She’s still processing that her son is old enough to be married in the first place, who cares if the guy he’s grossly in love with is a little strange. He seems nice enough, and she’s content leave it at that

As a result of her keeping her distance, with a pinch of contrived convenience here, she just straight up misses all the times Cas uses his Grace or references heaven or anything like that

Yes she still knows about the whole Lucifer-Kelly-Nephilim thing, but she could just mentally categorize Lucifer with Powerful Demon — given that she was killed by a powerful demon, she doesn’t really need a theology lesson to know that Satan having a baby is probably bad. Yes she still works with the MOL, but they’ve got her on such an information diet that no one pulls her aside to say “btw you know that non-human celestial being that hangs around with your barbarian sons is a non-human celestial being, right?”

She’s a hunter from a long line of hunters, and even if she makes questionable choices she’s smart and experienced. She just has a massive blind spot where Cas is because she assumes that he’s just her sweet if strange son-in-law that her son is obviously and painfully in love with, and nobody corrects her because they assume she already knows

She finds out by complete accident in the most mundane way possible — Cas lifting the Impala so Dean can do mechanic stuff underneath it, Cas using his Grace to heal someone’s papercut, Cas accidentally cutting himself with a kitchen knife and not reaching to the injury which disappears in 2.8 seconds anyway

She shoots him on the spot. He’s fine, of course, but everyone else collectively loses their shit

At no point is it actually clarified that Dean and Cas aren’t actually together. Instead Mary walks away mildly embarrassed that she had no idea her son-in-law wasn’t human

[trashpandato]

Kara

It starts innocently enough.

When Kara gets to the Tower one afternoon, she spots a large Tupperware container on the shared table in the middle of their break room. It’s full of cookies and cupcakes. But when Kara gets closer, she sees it: a large pink Post-It note that reads “Cookies are for the bake sale at Esme’s preschool. DO NOT EAT!”

Disappointed, Kara shrinks back from the container. She spends the afternoon distracted, thinking about baked treats, until Lena pulls her aside and asks her to go for a walk. The walk ends up being an excuse for Lena to buy Kara a coffee and three extra large cookies from the food truck at the edge of the park.

But then, it keeps happening.

Kara opens the communal fridge at the Tower a few days later and finds a couple of containers inside that are clearly labeled. One says “Nia’s lunch”, the other spells out that it contains an experimental energy gel that Brainy has been eating whenever he works overtime. 

Kara frowns. This is a new development. And sure, maybe she has a bit of a history of eating whatever is available, at times raiding the fridge and eating everyone’s leftovers. She can’t help that there are moments when a fight leaves her exhausted and hangry. But to think that her friends are starting to leave passive-aggressive notes on their food to keep her away? It stings a little.

Kara doesn’t confront them. Instead, she simply observes as more and more Post-It notes appear, warning her to stay out of boxes of donuts or a selection of cheeses, and even leftover noodles now have names attached to them.

It makes Kara grumpy.

It’s about two weeks later when Kara returns to the Tower after a particularly grueling fight with a Dominator. After a quick medical check, Alex tells her she’s free to go and leaves her to her own devices in the med bay.

Kara is about to slide off the bed she’s been sitting on when Lena touches her elbow to get her attention.

“You look spent. Why don’t we find you a little snack and then I’ll take you home?”

“It’s fine,” Kara grumbles. “I have food at home.”

“I know you do. But you look like you’re about to pass out. Come on.”

Before Kara can protest, Lena has pulled her into the lunch room.

“Lena, I, there’s nothing here for me.”

“What do you mean? Of course there is. It’s a fridge full of food. Look!”

Kara throws her arms up in the air and lets them fall back down. “But none of it is mine! It’s Nia’s lunch, or Kelly’s donuts, or, or, cookies that are meant for some special event.”

Kara is about to turn around and head out when Lena opens the fridge and Kara sees that it’s full to the brim with all kinds of different food. There are at least three boxes of pizza, a couple of paper bags that she knows are from her favourite Chinese restaurant, and then she spots an entire shelf of pastries. But the thing that stands out most is that each item features a bright green Post-It note and they all say “Kara”.

And maybe it’s the day’s exhaustion finally catching up with her, or maybe it’s the knowledge that Lena has made sure that all of her favourite foods are here, but when she looks back at Lena, her vision is blurry with tears.

“Thank you,” Kara manages to croak out.

“You’re welcome. Now come on. Let’s eat.”

[witchygagirlwrites]

Our Girl

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead/ Gerstead x Reader

Your boys don't get jealous over each other. They know they both own your heart equally but when a night out results in another man trying to hit on you they feel the need to remind themselves that you're theirs.

Warnings: This is just smut. @desimarie12 we are deranged lol

You felt Mouse’s hand on your lower back as you walked into Mollys between him and Jay. You cut your eyes at him and he gave you a smile that made your heart flip “You know these jeans and that low cut of a top are gonna get us in trouble tonight, don’t you?” You offered him an innocent smile “Gerwitz I have no idea what you’re talking about. You two said we were gonna go out with the rest of the unit to grab a few drinks. I dressed comfortably and cute”

Jay turned once the two of you were inside and stepped close enough to you his voice was barely above a whisper but sent a shiver down your spine “Let one of these asshole think they can put their hand on you and you’ll see” you swallowed hard but managed to keep your face neutral to look between your boyfriends “Since when can I not wear what I want?”

Mouse laughed “Oh baby, believe us when we say that you can wear whatever the hell you want. We know we can fight” you shook your head and took Jay’s offered hand before reaching back for Mouse’s. 

Kelly called out a greeting when he spotted the three of you, so did Stella. Fifty one along with the twenty first knew that the three of you were a package deal and surprisingly enough no one had barely blinked an eye. Herrman had simply asked just how big of a bed you owned. 

When the three of you made it to the booths that intelligence had staked a claim to Kim grinned when she saw you “Y/N!” you let go of both Mouse and Jay to pull her into a hug then hugged Hailey as well. Jay kissed the side of your head “You want your usual baby?” you nodded “Yes please”  

He headed to the bar with Adam and Kevin in tow. He did that on purpose. The men out of the bunch always made sure at least one was left with the women when you all went out as a group because in Jay’s words “You three are capable but like it or not one of us does dissuade assholes” 

Mouse cut his eyes at you when you slid into the booth between Kim and Hailey “Am I not sitting with you?” Kim waved a hand at him “You’ll be ok for a little while. You have eyes on her” Kim loved to tease him and Jay about how protective they were, even though when it was just the two of you she always told you how adorable she thought it was. He shook his head but you saw the small smirk pulling at his lips as he sat on Hailey’s other side.

When Jay came back he raised an eyebrow at the fact that you weren’t sitting next to Mouse. Hailey pointed her finger at him “Do not start too” he held up his hands defensively “Easy partner. I was just making sure I didn’t have to sleep between an argument tonight, that was all” and everyone around the table started laughing.

You and Hailey somehow managed to convince Jay and Mouse that you, her and Kim would be fine if the guys wanted to play pool. “C’mon loves, you’re in yelling distance. Kelly is at the bar, Cruz is two tables over” you told them and they shared a look “One game”

You watched them walk off and Kim laughed lightly “I can barely deal with Adam some days without wanting to choke him,how do you handle two? No offense you know I love Jay and Mouse” you laughed “None taken, we have a code around the house for when someone needs alone time. The other two have to respect it”

Hailey nodded “Makes sense” Kim shook her head “You three have a smoother relationship then anyone else I know” you smiled proudly, looking over at the pool table where Jay and Mouse were racking up “Believe me it took some adjusting to get here” 

You were laughing at a story Kim was telling you about Adam and Kevin attempting to make her niece a birthday cake and mixing up baking soda with baking powder. “Oh those sweet sweet idiots”  you weren’t really paying attention to anyone approaching the table for the simple fact Mollys was normally a place where you worked with or knew most of the crowd.

Kim looked past your head and her eyes widened right before you heard a throat clear. Your head whipped towards the sound because for one it was rude to clear your throat instead of verbally saying excuse me and for two anyone you knew would have simply called either of your names.

A man stood next to the table. He wore a fitted suit that screamed lawyer and the expensive watch and cologne he wore matched it perfectly. He wasn’t unattractive but compared to the men you shared your life with? He was sort of laughable. You seriously hoped he was shooting his shot at Kim or Hailey. 

When his eyes locked onto you Kim groaned under her breath and Hailey chuckled “This is gonna get good” you took a deep breath as he said “I noticed you’re just sitting with your girlfriends, can I buy you a drink?” you smiled “No thanks, I’m spoken for”

God bless his heart he didn’t take the hint. He tried to place his hand on top of yours but you quickly snatched it away “A beautiful woman like you is spoken for but your man left you alone? Doesn’t seem like much of a man to me?” 

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“Oh shit” Adam muttered which got Jay’s attention. He looked up and followed his line of sight and what he saw made his blood boil. “Greg” he didn’t even get Mouse out at the moment. Some sleazy ass guy attempting to put his hand on you.

“I’ll fucking kill him” Mouse growled, throwing the pool cue onto the table. “Not if I kill him first,” Jay added. Both men moved across the bar, the regulars quickly catching onto the scene and realizing what was happening.

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“Look buddy” you tried but before you could get anything more out you spotted your boyfriends and boy did they look pissed. Jay grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around “Did you really just try to put your hand on our girl?”

The guy looked between Jay and Mouse “Your girl?” and a smirk started to form on his face. “Oh god” you groaned, sliding out of the booth to get between your boyfriends and the guy who really didn’t deserve to get his jaw broken in four places just because he was sleazy. “Loves, he didn’t touch me” 

“Baby, move” Mouse told you, his voice level which you knew was worse. You sighed and stepped to the side. Jay threw a hard right, catching the guy across the jaw then Mouse bought his knee up into the guy’s gut. When he hit the floor Jay crouched down over him “Look buddy, I know for a fact she told you no more than once. Take the fact that we didn’t break anything as a win”

You knew Herrman and Stella would take their side so that was no issue when the bouncer headed your way. Jay gave him a nod and grabbed your hand before telling the rest of the unit the three of you were headed him.

You could feel every eye on you as you moved through the bar but you couldn’t think about anything but the heat coming off the man in front of you and the one behind you. When you got outside the cool night air hit your face and Jay passed your hand over to Mouse when you got to his truck. When he unlocked it Mouse opened the passenger side door and motioned for you to get in. You saw that Jay had moved the console up so you slid in next to Jay and felt Mouse’s thigh hit yours.

Not a single word was spoken on the drive home but Mouse’s left hand kept a deathly grip on your right thigh while Jay’s right hand had to have left marks on your left thigh. 

When Jay pulled into the driveway and killed the engine you swallowed hard. They could not possibly be mad at you for some asshole. That would be like if you got pissed at them every time a woman checked one of them out, you’d never not be pissed.  Jay looked over your head at Mouse and you weren’t sure what was passed in that look but Mouse opened the passenger side door and offered you his hand to get out.

You slid out of the truck and headed for the front door, hearing their boots behind you as you dug your keys out of your pocket. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, they followed you in, still silent as you hung up your jacket then locked the door back. 

They both hung up their jackets and you sighed, done with the silent treatment and headed for the bedroom. You planned to just grab some clothes and sleep on the couch if need be. 

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You walked into the bedroom and stopped in front of your dresser, feeling tears prick at your eyes. You didn’t even hear them come in the room behind you so when Jay slipped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest a little gasp of surprise left you. He chuckled lightly as his lips teased at the sensitive skin of your neck “Baby, we’re not mad at you so don’t you dare think that”

Mouse slipped in front of you, his hands going to your belt loops to pull you closer to him so he could brush his lips against yours. The kiss started gentle but when you slipped your tongue past his lips he groaned, hands moving to your hips, gripping tightly. 

You broke away from Mouse to tilt your head back to catch Jay’s lips in a bruising kiss. When you pulled away from him he chased your lips, a small pout gracing his face “Why were you two so quiet?” you asked and Mouse grinned “Because baby, you don’t know how bad that pissed us off”

“That jackass thought he could touch you” Jay spoke low, teeth nipping at your neck as Mouse let his hands slip under your shirt to tease at your breasts through the thin bra you wore “Nobody messes with what's ours baby” Mouse reminded you and you moaned lightly from a mixture of what they were doing and their words “What’s yours huh? I’m not your property” you spoke and Jay shook his head against your neck “We know that but you’re our girl aren’t you?”

“Always” you promised and Mouse smiled, tugging your shirt up so you let him pull it up and over your head “Then just let us remind ourselves that you are all ours, please” you nodded and felt Jay’s hands move to the button of your jeans, nimble fingers easily undoing it and unzipping them. His hand slipped past the waistband of your jeans and pushed your panties to the side as Mouse moved to your neck, licking and biting every spot that would have you moaning as Jay sank two fingers into you. 

He groaned as he felt how wet you already were “She’s always so damn ready for us, such a good girl” you felt yourself clench around him and he hissed “Baby I need those fingers” Mouse laughed against your neck “Need some help?” Jay looked at him “She’s always so damn eager, she clenches so fucking hard” Mouse pulled back to brush a kiss against your lips before moving to kiss across your chest. When he got to your bra he made quick work of it, tossing it across the room and rolling a nipple between his teeth as Jay started to move his fingers, finding that spot that made your breath quicken.

“There she is” Jay praised when your head fell back against his shoulder. He gave you a smile and pressed a kiss to your lips as he worked you closer to an orgasm. Mouse moved from one breast to the other, marking them everywhere he could.

“So damn beautiful” Mouse praised, kneeling in front of you and you felt your knees weaken and to the point Jay was supporting your weight. “Fuck Jay” you moaned when he hit that spot deep inside of you with a hard thrust of his fingers. Mouse grinned up at him “Keep that up, I like that sound” 

You felt Mouse tug your jeans off your hips and realized you were now completely bare between your guys but you could’ve cared less because once your pussy was bare, Mouse kneeled between your legs and you felt his tongue flick against your clit, finding a rhythm with Jay’s fingers. A loud moan fell from you and both men groaned “That’s it baby, come for us” Jay coaxed you as you felt your orgasm build. Jay hit that spot at just the right angle as Mouse just barely grazed your clit with his teeth and that was all it took.

Your knees completely went out from under you and you vaguely registered Jay’s laugh “Easy sweetheart, I got you angel”  as the world went soft around the edges.  

Once you came down off the high you were basically in Jay’s lap with Mouse grinning up at you, “Feeling better?” he asked and you shook your head “You two have way too many clothes on” He laughed “We can fix that”

You pulled Mouse up to his feet and crashed your lips against his, tasting yourself as your shaking hands worked the buttons of his shirt. Jay’s slipped around you to help you push the material off his shoulders. He laughed lightly when your mouth moved to his neck, marking him the way he had you “Now who’s being territorial?” 

He gently gripped your hips and turned you to face Jay “Someone else isn’t marked love” you smiled up at Jay and much the same way Jay helped you with Mouse’s shirt, Mouse helped you with Jay’s. You pulled him into a kiss then set about marking him. 

You could feel Mouse’s erection pressing against your ass even through his jeans and let out a low moan. “I need you” you begged and they both laughed “You have us baby. Who do you want first?” Jay asked and you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth “Mouse? Is that ok?” he nodded “Of course love”

Mouse’s grip around your waist tightened before Jay pulled you into his arms, causing you to be forced to wrap your legs around his waist. The feeling of his clothed erection rubbing against your core pulled a moan from your lips as he pressed your weight into the mattress. His lips moved down to your neck, then your chest, wherever he could find.

When Mouse tapped your leg Jay laughed and turned to let you lay back on him, supporting your body. You felt your mouth drop open at the sight of Mouse, he’d slipped his jeans off and he was slowly stroking his hardened cock as he watched you and Jay. You crooked one finger at him so he grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and crawled up your body before tearing open the package and rolling it down onto himself. He leaned down to catch your lips in a gentle kiss “I love you” “I love you too” you told him as he lined himself up with your entrance and bottomed out with one hard thrust that had your back arching up into Jay who shushed you gently “You can take him baby. You always take us so well”

You felt yourself clench around Mouse and he chuckled “Keep talking to her Jay, you know she loves that” Jay pressed a kiss under your right ear as Mouse found an angle where every thrust meant he was hitting that spot that had you seeing stars “Is that right baby? You love hearing how you’re such a good girl for us? You take us so well, always so damn eager for us, nobody else could keep up with the two of us like you do..”

You felt another orgasm building and knew you were so damn close. “Don’t stop Greg, fuck please don’t stop” you begged and Jay kissed you again “He’s not gonna stop baby, just lay back and take it” you felt your nails digging into Mouse’s back and he grunted lightly from the pain but didn’t try to stop you. Jay knew when you were close so he slipped one hand between your body and Mouse’s rubbing tight circles onto your clit and that was all it took for your orgasm to slam into you. The feeling of you coming bringing Mouse with you as he buried himself deep inside of you with a final thrust, spilling into the condom.

“Holy shit..Baby I love you so damn much” he praised kissing your lips then neck then collarbone as you both worked to get your breathing back to normal. You laughed lightly “I love you too” he gently pulled out of you, apologizing when you made a noise of discomfort. 

Jay moved from underneath you, helping you to settle back onto the pillows before moving to crawl onto the bed with you. He caught your lips in a lingering kiss, “I love you princess” he teased and you grinned “I love you” he pushed his jeans down and grabbed a condom, rolling it down his hardened cock. He looked up at your eyes “Are you sure you’re good to take me too?” 

You nodded “Please? I want you Jay” By then Mouse had cleaned himself up and was crawling on the bed to lay next to you “Don’t make her beg Jay” he tsked, turning your head towards him to brush a kiss against your lips. Jay lined himself up with your opening and gently eased into you, letting you feel every inch of him.

Your hands went to his shoulders, pulling him down to you as Mouse laughed lightly “I think she’s good”  Jay quickly found a pace, the two of them knew your body so well it wasn’t fair. “Fuck Jay, feels so damn good” you sobbed as Mouse nipped at your neck “Tell her how good she feels Jay, let her know how good that pussy feels when you’re buried in it” he groaned against your neck. 

Jay leaned his forehead over against your chest “You feel so damn amazing baby, you always do. You take us so good” he grunted when you clenched down around him and nodded to Mouse who snaked a hand between your bodies to work at your clit. The two of them quickly took you to that brink again and pushed you over that edge. When your back arched off the bed,your orgasm ripping a scream from your throat Jay buried himself inside of you, spilling into the condom with a moan of your name.

Your head fell back against the bed as Jay’s landed down on your chest, both of you working to get your breathing back to normal while Mouse played with both of yours and Jay’s hair. “That was fucking amazing” Jay whispered and you laughed lightly “Took the words right out of my mouth”

After a shower all three of you were in bed,you on Jay’s chest and Mouse curled up to your back. “Why did you two get so mad? He didn’t actually touch me” you spoke into the quiet room. “Because he didn’t take no for an answer” Jay replied and Mouse added “The idea of someone hurting you? That’s just no”

You shook your head “I love you two” “We love you princess” Jay spoke softly,pressing a kiss to your temple as Mouse pressed one to your bare shoulder “Always”

[beforetimes]

what's irritating about jean's character in the original trilogy is that when she's first introduced through her interaction with senator kelly in x-man (2000), she's very clearly depicted as an intelligent and capable woman. it's very easy to assume that she's the de facto face of the school because she went as a spokesperson for mutants despite charles also being in the crowd.

so to take this character we become acclimated to independent of her relationship with other characters and to suddenly switch-up to have her become a plaything for scott and logan to fight over is very jarring. and i'm not trying to say that i thought she could only be discussed in the context of her relationship with logan and scott but outside of that initial scene where she's speaking up for her fellow mutants, there's very little care given to her as a character.

in x-men (2000), 90% of her dialogue feels like it's solely dedicated to this flirting game going on between her and logan. she barely feels like a character and exists solely to be a roadblock or the 'sexy lamp' archetype in the movie. we just barely see her at all. i feel one scene where her presence would've made sense and built up more of her character would be where storm goes to speak to senator kelly so he's not alone when he dies. since we're introduced to kelly through an argument with jean, wouldn't it be a full circle moment to go back to him conversing with her before accepting his death and they both make peace with each other? i just feel they really wasted her character in this first film.

i feel like in x2 (2003) they became somewhat aware of the criticism (i'm assuming as much at least) because she exists as a person outside of the context of her relationship with logan and scott. but even then it's very little and the most we learn about her is she's conflicted/having trouble concerning her powers and wants scott.

now, at the end she has her moment of nobel sacrifice where she knows the only way she can save everyone is by dying herself. and it feels like an incredibly shoehorned in last-minute decision to get her out of the way as well as having something to point at to say 'see, she has more depth here! would a shallow character do this?' which like, if executed right could have given her more depth. but at this moment in time the only reason we're sad about jean dying is because logan and scott are sad. not because we lost a particularly fleshed out character.

even at the end of x2 where charles gives this speech and declares she made a choice to save everyone at her own expense in the attempt to add some posthumous value to her character in the series, 'her choice' is immediately co-opted by logan to centre around the two male love interests again. i don't understand this insistence that jean grey can not exist as a character without having her tied back to logan and scott in every aspect again and again and again.

x-men the last stand (2006) is the worst of the trio for her character. boiling her down to this character who kills scott, tries to manipulate logan with sex, has a dark alter ego, and kills the man who raised her feels like a blatant attempt to just entirely ruin her character to make people who might have even liked her a bit just hate her. which sounds cartoonishly evil but is genuinely the impression i got sometimes. she swung from this character who existed only as a love-interest to this seductress-type character where she tries to satiate lust or something like that through logan after killing her long time lover. and she needs to be 'put out of her misery', cycling between this evil sexual version of herself and this innocent sad person that's appealing to logan to fix everything for her.

x2 ended with her dying for everyone. the last stand has her asking logan why he would die for everyone, directly contradicting her final statement in the last movie. it's like jean doesn't even mean anything to the writers anymore. she's a love interest. she's a sacrificial lamb. she's an evil seductress with no remorse. she's only evil because of an alter ego and otherwise she's still pure and innocent. like what the fuck is going on.

she dies begging to be saved. she gets put down like a dog after logan says he loves her. and that's all we get. just ridiculous. the original trilogy treats her character like absolute garbage.

at least in the days of future past-verse she's allowed to be a character. she's snarky and has a developed camaraderie with someone other than her love interest. her powers are displayed more before immediately spiralling into her being destructive and we get an emotional connection with her built up. she feels like an actual character. dark phoenix was still awful but we at least get a more complex version of this arc which is something she takes control of.

by the time we get to dark phoenix and jean sacrifices herself again it feels much more earned. she has quite literally no other choice but to stop herself and she isn't left to herself to spiral out of control. she doesn't need someone to come in and kill her to put her out of her misery because she is a character who is repressed and angry with good reason and has people who love her more than just romantically. she has a connection with these people, a reason to save them and to give herself up rather than having to ask someone to do it for her.

like, whatever man. it's five in the morning and i was thinking about this and just got so frustrated. the original trilogy was so deeply committed to making her the shallowest character they could manage. maybe in a misguided attempt for her to act as an audience stand in with logan and/or scott? i don't know. i wish we got to know the intelligent woman we got introduced to in the beginning of the first x-men movie instead of whatever plot device she became.

[leashybebes]

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For some reason, I love the whole "what is he up to now" of Taylor running into Buck with Tommy.

Signed,

Your Tommy Hates Flying Commercial Friend.

hiiiiiii, thank you! quite a chunk because @waywaychuck and @spxcekya also went for this one.

"Taylor, this is my boyfriend Tommy Kinard. Tommy, this is Taylor Kelly."

"Who needs no further introduction, apparently," Taylor mutters, but she gives Tommy a disconcertingly sweet smile as she shakes his hand.

"Hi, it's great to meet you," Tommy says. They've had the broad strokes of the exes conversation already, so Tommy knows who she is. But Buck's realizing as a blush tries to creep up his face that Tommy probably knows more about Taylor's bedroom preferences than he does about how complicated Buck still feels about a lot of their relationship. Tommy doesn't know that they weren't right for each other, but that they could have been really good friends. He doesn't know how long it took Buck not to stop wanting to message her after they finally called it a day, not in a hey u up way, but in an omg you won't believe what happened way. He doesn't know about the little curl of shame that Buck still gets if he thinks about her saying you made sure of that.

He's spiraling, and Taylor's asking him a question, and Buck has no idea what it is, but Tommy's stepping in, cool and calm as he says, "Oh, no, Evan's definitely the cook."

He sees Taylor register the name, and god, he'd forgotten how much he liked how sharp she can be.

"Oh, for sure. This guy would live on chicken, rice and broccoli if I let him," Buck says.

Taylor wrinkles her nose, and Tommy spreads his arms in apparent defeat. "What can I say, I'm a simple guy."

"And at least Buck looks good in an apron, huh?" Taylor teases, and that blush Buck's been fighting suddenly and completely wins the battle because. Well. That's probably not something he needs to be thinking about right now. 

It's a little disconcerting to see Taylor and Tommy's matching smirks and to realize in real-time that wow, I definitely have a type and it might be snarkily competent. Tommy takes a breath to say something and Buck braces himself for Tommy's particular brand of deadpan teasing to meet Taylor's and wow, he's seeing all kinds of patterns today, apparently.

[lukecastellanshandholder]

You do understand that Luke groomed and used teenagers, also asked a teenager if she loved from when she was sixteen and he was 23…

(I only dislike Luke, I don’t completely hate him, but reading your account description made me wonder…)

*sigh* ok, I’m going to try my very best to be nice and explain Luke’s character. (I only say this because I’ve made countless posts about these things already, but you seem new so I’ll explain)

First of all, Luke himself was groomed by Kronos for about 2 whole years before the events of The Lightning Thief took place. Kronos started coming to Luke in his dreams shortly after his quest to retrieve a golden apple from the Garden of Hesperides. Kronos came to Luke with his offer to help him dethrone the gods when he was upset and thinking irrationally because of his (very justified) anger towards Hermes. After this, Kronos continued to haunt Luke’s dreams, making him think that they both had the same goals.

Luke had always wanted a better life for demigods and for their godly parents to treat them better, he never wanted to hurt other demigods (as is plainly said in The Diary of Luke). While Kronos just wanted to gain power over Olympus again and to reshape the world. However, Kronos convinced Luke that he didn’t want to bring harm to demigods and that he could help Luke achieve his goal.

When Luke started to realize that Kronos just wanted power and that he no longer wanted to help Kronos, Kronos tortured him with nightmares. He was verbally and mentally abusive, driving Luke to near insanity until he broke and became Kronos’ perfect little soldier.

“But Luke groomed and used teenagers!” First of all, what do you think that the gods and Chiron do to all of the children at camp Half blood? They use those poor kids to run their errands and fight their wars under the guise of offering protection from monsters in the mortal world. And Camp half blood had been around long before the Titan Army was established.

Secondly, do you think that the gods are such good parents to their children that they didn’t have other kids who would willingly want to dethrone them? Because we have at least 2 examples of demigods who wanted to dethrone the gods for their own reasons. Ethan Nakamura and Alabaster Torrington. Ethan could’ve cared less about putting Kronos in power, he just wanted minor gods and their children to be treated better. Then Alabaster couldn’t have cared less about Luke but did want to see Kronos in power only because he would treat his mother, Hecate, better than Zeus did. So to say that Luke groomed every demigod who joined is completely ignoring the fact that the gods were terrible parents who have wronged so many of their children.

And third, Kronos was the one who wanted that army to fight against the army that Camp Half Blood had been building for years. Kronos was the one with all of the control, because once a demigod joined they were put under a haze. They were under Kronos’s influence and didn’t come out of it until Luke killed Kronos. So to blame Luke for the use of those demigods is also completely ignoring who had the true power in the situation. The gods and the Titans started this feud hundreds of years ago, Luke, Percy and the other demigods were just dragged into it.

Now about the whole Annabeth thing. I’m 100% sure that when Luke asked her if she had loved him, it was meant as in platonic/ familial love. As we see in The Diary of Luke (the only story that we ever see from Luke’s POV) we always see him thinking of Annabeth as nothing but a little sister or even a daughter. The only person that we ever see him show romantic feelings towards is Thalia when they were on the run together before going to camp. Well, except for Kelli, but I feel like that’s a special kind of situation.

“But Percy said-.” Percy is the most unreliable narrator out there, and he was a jealous teenage boy. Of course when Percy has a huge crush on Annabeth and he hears Luke ask Annabeth if she loved him, that Percy is going to think he meant it in a romantic way! He doesn’t have all of the information about practically anything going on! Now I’m not saying anything against Percy, but again he didn’t have all of the information and was just going off of what he thought he knew.

“But Annabeth said in the Heroes of Olympus series that-!” In this situation, Annabeth is also an unreliable narrator. Think about it, if you have or had a crush on someone and they asked you if you ever liked or loved them, aren’t you going to automatically assume that they mean it in the same way as you do? Aren’t you going to assume that they meant in a romantic way and think that they also had a crush on you? And again, I’m not saying anything bad against Annabeth but, the only time we get to hear from Luke’s POV about Annabeth he’s always referring to her as his little sister. So, are we going to believe what Luke says in his own point of view? Or are we going to believe what two people without all of the information think Luke meant?

So yeah, if you were wondering if I like Luke, the answer is yes! He’s one of my absolute favorite characters because his story is so interesting and intriguing to me.

No, I don’t blame Luke for what the gods and Kronos caused. I don’t think that he’s some evil monster like most of the fandom seems to think he is for some reason. Luke is a victim of the gods and Kronos. He was used just like every other demigod and in the end, died a hero.

I hold the actual villains of the story (Kronos and the gods) accountable for their actions instead of just blaming everything on one of their victims.

[sopaprimordialy]

Boppers, hear me out.

Victor is Luther's father.

Ok, now, you might be thinking: "what the actual fuck are you talking about?" Well, in this essay I'll expose favorable arguments to my theory/theses/head canon that, in the album, captain Victor is Luther's father. Keep your radio tuned tight, boppers, bcs I might be crazy OR I might be onto something.

(There will be spoilers)

1. First of all...

For context, Victor is the cop that kills Fox. He's played by David Patrick Kelly, the actor who plays Luther in the original movie, The Warriors (1979). This alone is a huge reason for me to believe that they are somehow connected, BUT THERE'S MORE!

I think we already established that what a character claims to be their reason for doing something is not always their real reasoning, or, at least, not the entirety of it. I do believe Luther kills Cyrus because he enjoys the chaos and has a lot of hate in his heart, as Swan wisely says, but I don't think that's all.

We have hints among his lines that he's also misogynistic and racist. "Well, duh?" You might say, because there were few white men who weren't those things by the time this story takes place, but sometimes we may underestimate how heavy this stuff weighs in the narrative. If he really likes chaos that much, why not kill, Idk, a police captain? That would certainly create generalized chaos just as he likes, but instead, he deliberately targets marginalized groups' leadership — he kills a black woman, a powerful black woman who was trying to unite her community.

She was obviously an obstacle for the cops to keep up with their oppression towards these groups because unity is strength, and all they don't want is strong communities that knows their rights and won't accept to be chased down like animals when they've done nothing but trying to survive.

In the very first track of the album, the question "but is Cyrus atractin' police action?" Is asked. The answer we find further on, especially when the police invades Van Cortlandt Park right after she's killed, is: *yes*, of course she is.

* Also, the timing here is too convenient, don't you think? Just like the police knew exactly when to attack, when the desperate crowd would be disorganized, when they would be easy prey... anyways 😛

2. That weird af phone call

Now that we have established that there would be a lot of interest on the police's part to have Cyrus killed, let's move on to the next topic.

Suddenly, without any further context or this being ever mentioned again, Luther talks to *someone* on the telephone. This happens in the album, and in the movie as well, it is not confirmed who the hell Luther was talking to on that phone call. I've already seen some people theorizing that he has contacts inside the force and that he's talking to them, and I agree, but I think he's not talking with some random cop, I believe he's talking to Victor.

Come think with me: how did Luther instantly knew Ajax had been taken by the cops ("Holy shit, Warrior down [...] Picked the wrong fight / now she's in for a long night", I'll talk about this later btw), and most importantly, what exactly was Victor doing at Union Square's station?

Let's compare this approach with Barnes' one at the park.

Barnes was alone in the bench, and only when Ajax approached him (and started beating the shit out of him), he called for police reinforcements. It didn't feel planned, even tho he was trying to bait them to come closer to him, I think it was much more about sexual harassment than him actually intending to arrest them. With Victor, however, it doesn't feel like a random encounter.

"Officers are on the scene". This line repeats a lot during Reunion Square, that alone indicates that there are a group of cops there, like they've been called. They knew the Warriors, specifically the Warriors, would be there, and why was it so important for them to get the Warriors if they're just a "likkle Coney Island crew"? Because Luther would be FUCKED if the Riffs reached them alive.

Of course, the Riffs could just not believe the girls, but he was not willing to risk it — after the phone call, Luther tells Cropsy the Riffs wanted the Warriors alive, but they don't. And he was right, wasn't him? Cleon being alive and telling the Riffs the truth was the only reason for him to be caught and... well, we don't know for sure what they did to him, but we can imagine they weren't gentle.

That being said, we have strong evidence that Luther was in touch with the cops, else he would have no way of knowing Ajax was grounded. And Victor needed a reason to be there as well; not only an informant, but also a motive, and if we consider the theory that he was talking to Luther, we have both things.

3. Trust in the impunity of a daddy's boy

During the entire musical, Luther thinks he can get away with about everything. I atribute that not only to the fact that he's a white man targeting women of color, but he must also have other reasons to believe he's immune to justice of any kind, and there's where I start to try to convince you that he's Victor's son.

I mean, when Cropsy shows that he's worried the Riffs would go after them, Luther, rather ignorantly, responds with "they're looking for the Warriors, remember?" As if the fact that the Riffs are going after the Warriors is enough for him to believe they would never even think about interrogating them, trying to find the murder weapon, etc.

This behavior suits someone that has never been held accountable for any misdeeds at all, and who would fit this description better than a cop's son?

Let alone that Victor is a captain. He holds even MORE power within the police. Being the son of a cop, even if you're a fucking gang member, you'd feel safe enough to do just whatever the fuck you want without even thinking about the consequences.

Like, how many times he could have been caught doing something illegal, just tell the cops "do you know who my father is?" AND IT ACTUALLY WORKING? I firmly believe he was the one to inform the cops about all of this — the gathering, the Warriors' location, and the fact that he needed daddy to arrest the women who could potentially cause something to happen to him, because the Riffs are not the police, they'd not give af abt who his father is, even someone like him would have to be a little worried about being taken by them.

4. Fox & Luther — Parallels

I bet you did not see that one coming. "What do you mean there's something in common between Fox and Luther specifically that makes Victor killing her an interesting parallel with his (supposed) son?"

Well, games. That's kinda it. Old games.

So, there are only two characters that canonically like games in the musical, because they actually mention them: Fox ("A-yo I'll take you on an Odyssey like Magnavox") and Luther (with his multiple references to Pacman during the entire thing and other game expressions, like "I was at the top of the screen when I took that shot")

The Magnavox Odyssey is actually mentioned on the movie (according to my own father. I confess I don't remember this part, but I trust my nerdy father who actually have a connection with old consoles to notice that) by the Lizzies (fem version of the Bizzies), and Fox was not even there at the moment. Actually, movie Fox does not have a lot of... personality, if you ask me, he was kinda irrelevant. Anyways, even if Lin and Eisa wanted to reference this specific part in which the Lizzies offer to play Odyssey with the Warriors to lure them, why not have the Bizzies saying that? Why Fox?

Because that would be a bitter irony in the future. I might be crazy, BUT HEAR ME OUT, Victor killing a young woman that shared his son's interest for games was a foreshadowing for him being responsible for Luther's death as well — because he failed.

This is other thing they share: they failed. Victor failed to stop the Warriors from going home, Luther failed to kill Cyrus and blame the Warriors with no consequences, they failed together at silencing them, and this CAUSED Luther's (probable) death.

5. A gang member who endorses the police?

Ok, this last section is based in my belief that, even tho the crews fight and have their diferences, they all share a common enemy: the cops. That was the reason for them to accept the truce after all, the cops are their common enemy.

But somehow that doesn't feel true for the Rouges.

First of all, they killed Cyrus, which obviously means they were not in favor of the truce. But why? They sure would suffer from police brutality too if they were a normal gang. And we can all agree that they are even more violent than the average gang (I mean... have you listened to their leader?).

Also, this line intrigues me.

I mean, "picked the wrong fight"? It is clear that Luther's view is biased to take the cops' side. In this case, one could argue that his misogyny would play a big part on him diminishing Ajax's will to fight against an abuser. Anyhow, I think that this evidences that, even tho he's a gang member, he has a strong connection with the police.

CONCLUSION

I think we can all agree that Luther has something going on with the police, and I hope I have convinced you that he has something going on with Victor specifically.

It is possible to argue that their connection is only "tactical", or even go as far as to say that they are friends or something (tho, I don't think that's possible. One thing about brats like the Rouges: they don't go well with old people, with all due respect. I don't personally see this working as a friendship), but I'll stand with the father-son relationship till the day I die!!

Thank you for reading this madness and please lmk what you think! If there's something that doesn't make sense, if you have your own theories... I mean, I'm far more invested in this than I ever thought I would be, please give me more content 🙏🙌

[storiesforallfandoms]

not what it looks like ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1812

request?: yes!

“Hi I was wondering if you could do one for colson, Where the r goes through his latest dm for a tik tok trend and it's megan flirting with him ,and so reader confront s him. They get into a huge fight like legit throwing stuff around the house ,and r stays in the guest bedroom but he wants to Apologize. So he finds the key ,and preferably make up with hot angry smut if your up for it. Thank you for your time - anon🪅”

description: in which she finds a suspicious message when she goes through his dms

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, hints of cheating but no actual cheating has occurred, fighting and yelling (no actual yelling and throwing stuff tho sorry), rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

You often found yourself wanting to try whatever couple’s trend was going around on TikTok, and Colson was always game. He liked how excited you got to show him, and how happy you were whenever e said yes to trying a trend. It was never anything you did to post online, you only did it for your own enjoyment. It was all innocent fun.

You thought this trend was going to be the same. Oh, how wrong you were.

Colson was basically expecting the question when he heard your phone go silent in the next room and your footsteps approaching. He turned to watch the doorway and smiled when you predictably appeared.

“Can I see your latest DM?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that the trend, or should I be worried about where this is coming from?”

“No! It’s a trend!” you assured him.

He laughed. “Okay. Here.”

He passed you his phone. You took it and sat on the couch next to him. He turned his attention back to the song he had been writing as he let you do whatever you wanted to do.

The trend you had seen was simple: someone asked their partner if they could see the last text message on their phone. It always went one of two ways: either the last text was something mundane or funny, or it was something incriminating. You had no fears about what could be on Colson’s phone, especially when he was so quick to pass it over to you. So you decided to look at his latest Instagram DM instead. You figured it would be funny to see what fans had been saying to him recently.

What you didn’t expect was for there to be a message from a verified account. An account that you knew.

Megan Fox.

But it wasn’t the account itself that brought you pause. It was the message preview.

“I had a great ti - ”

You clicked the message without a second thought. The full message read, “I had a great time yesterday. Let me know when you want to do it again!” The message was followed by a ink emoji and a smiling devil emoji.

Your mind was running a million miles a second. What could the message mean? Well, clearly it meant Megan and Colson had met up at some point the day before, and planned to meet again. You couldn’t remember what Colson had told you he was doing the day before, so you couldn’t think of what possible reason there was for them to be together. Especially something that would require a wink and devil emoji. Unless...

No. There was no way. Colson would never cheat on you. He loved you and he was loyal to you. You had no reason to doubt that.

At least, you didn’t until you saw Megan’s message.

You were having so much internal turmoil that you didn’t realize how long you had just been staring at Colson’s phone. He looked over to find you frozen and lightly nudged you with his shoulder.

“Is the last message that traumatizing?” he teased. When you didn’t respond, worry sunk in. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

You held the phone out to him. He took it and started reading the message that was still on the screen. “What does this mean?”

His face didn’t show any signs of panic or guilt. You figured that should be a good sign, right? He wasn’t acting as if you caught him in a lie or anything. But then again, he could just be having a very good poker face.

“We had her in a video yesterday,” he replied. “It was crazy. You’ll love it when you see it.”

You nodded, but your mind was still distant. Had he told you he was filming yesterday? Not that he had to tell you everything he ever did. You were both adults, you didn’t need to keep tabs on one another. But he usually told you about his video shoots, or anything to do with his music. You figured he would’ve told you about having Megan Fox in one of his videos especially. That was a huge deal.

He gave you a look. “Do you not believe me?”

“I didn’t say that,” you said.

“You didn’t say anything. Babe, why would I lie?”

You didn’t point out the obvious: that he’d lie because he’s cheating. But he read your expression and said, “I’m not cheating on you.”

“You wouldn’t tell me if you were,” you blurted.

Colson looked at you. A humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you’d think I was cheating on you. I have never given you any reason to think I would, and now because of this one message that I already explained to you, you think I’m cheating?”

“Well what else am I supposed to think when I see a message on your phone from another woman saying she had a ‘great time yesterday’ and adding flirty emojis?”

Colson rolled his eyes and stood from the couch. You did the same, following him out of the room. “Where are you going?”

“Why? Are you afraid I have Megan hidden in the next room?”

“Okay, maybe I am overreacting, but can’t you see this from my point of view? You have a message from another woman saying you were together yesterday. That she wants to meet up with you again. How else am I supposed to take that?”

“You’re supposed to believe me because I’m telling you nothing fucking happened! We got Megan for a video shoot and the video had to do with her playing a crazy stalker. That’s why she sent the devil emoji. There is nothing between us!”

You stepped back at his raised tone. You felt a lump forming in your throat. Maybe you were being irrational. Maybe you should’ve taken the explanation that Colson gave you and believed him. But he didn’t need to yell at you like that. He had never yelled at you before, not even during past arguments.

You choked back the lump and said, “You can’t blame me for thinking the worst when I saw that message. It sounds flirty, like you two were together in an intimate scenario yesterday. And I know you’ve never given me any reason to think you’d cheat, but cheating isn’t an obvious thin, Colson! Cheaters don’t announce they’re cheating every time they leave the house. I’m sorry for accusing you, but you can’t blame me when I saw that message with no context, from a woman way more beautiful than I could ever be. Silly me for thinking you wouldn’t want to fuck Megan Fox of all people.”

You turned before he could say anything else and nearly ran up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Maybe you were childish for running to your room to escape an argument and cry, but now that you had voice your insecurities out loud, you needed to get away and allow your emotions to run free.

That was really what this was all about: your own insecurities. You had always been insecure about the women Colson was surrounded by. He was a famous rapper, he had gorgeous groupies throwing themselves at him at every show. He was linked with actresses and other female musicians that you found to be so much more beautiful than you. You were terrified of the day when he realized he could do so much better than you and broke up with you for one of the beautiful women he was surrounded by almost daily.

You were laid on your bed, the tears seeming to finally run out when you heard Colson’s footsteps approaching the room. You sat up and tried to wipe your face before he found you, but you were sure your attempts were for nothing. Your face was definitely puffy and tear stained beyond a quick fix. Colson stood in the doorway, looking at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes as well. You couldn’t look at him for long before you gaze dropped to your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

“No, baby, don’t be sorry,” he said. He walked over to sit on the bed next to you. “How long have you felt like this?”

“Like what?” you asked, even though you knew exactly what he meant.

“Like what you said about Megan being more beautiful than you. There’s no way that just suddenly came out of you just then.”

You sighed and shook your head. “I’ve felt it for...a long time.”

“Like how long?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. It just started happening. One second I didn’t care about anyone else in the world, and then the next I was seeing the way other women looked at you and how they talked about wanting you. Then I started to notice how beautiful they all were.”

He gently took your chin in his hand and made you look up at him. “But you’re beautiful.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, but I’m not Megan Fox.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Megan isn’t who I want. Neither are any of the women who try and throw themselves at me while I’m on tour, or any models or actresses or musicians ever. I want you. I’ve always wanted you, and only you. You are the most beautiful person in the world to me and no one will ever change that. I would never hurt you by sneaking around with someone else. You are my everything.”

Tears were starting to form in your eyes again. You leaned into Colson’s arms, burying your head in his chest so he wouldn’t see you crying again. He put his arms around you and held you to him, allowing you to go through whatever emotions you were feeling.

You had been stupid to think he was cheating. You knew that even in the moment. But, your mind was so clouded with the message from Megan and your own insecurities that you weren’t thinking clearly. You felt silly about it now, but you were glad to have talked it through with Colson and to have cleared the air.

“What did you have Megan do you to that she sent you a devil emoji?” you asked when you finally were able to stop the tears and pull away from his chest.

“She tied me up and electrocuted me in a bathtub,” he responded.

You laughed. “What?!”

“I’m being dead serious. That’s just one scene. The whole video is her essentially just torturing me. She had a blast with it. I’m a little concerned that she’s so eager to do it again.”

You giggled and leaned into his embrace again. The two of you laid back on the bed as Colson recounted the shoot from the day before.

[misseviehyde]

IN YOUR DREAMS

Sarah knew she was dreaming again... or at least having THE nightmare. It was the same nightmare, the same one she always had.

The bully was everywhere. Sarah could smell her, feel her, taste her and hear her.

Yesssss, you're weak... you're so fucking pathetic. You can't even fight me in your dreams.

Sarah groaned in her sleep - her body drenched in sweat and her face a rictus of terror. Inside her own mind she was paralysed, unable to move as Khloe approached her with steady clops of her black thigh boots.

The bully was impossibly large and powerful. She towered over Sarah and her lips were a cruel smile of ecstasy. She was dressed in tight black clothing and gorgeous from head to toe. She was everything Sarah secretly wanted to be, but never could be. She was perfect.

Rich, powerful, dominant, spoiled. Khloe was a Goddess. She made Sarah feel so pathetic, so small and weak.

You know that I'm going to destroy your friends and your family too - I'm going to RUIN everything you hold dear. I'm going to take IT ALL. But first I'll start with making your greatest nightmares come true.

The bully laughed and advanced on the whimpering Sarah, her nails glinting as she turned her hand into a claw and reached out to her face.

I could tell you that this won't hurt much, but then I'd be lying. Mmmmmh, it's going to be a long night for you loser...

************

Sarah awoke screaming and clawing at her face where the sensation of Khloe's nails still itched and burned like fire.

She shuddered in horror at the memory - the sensation of being dominated and destroyed by the superior girl.

But it was only a dream right? Or rather, a nightmare. A recurring nightmare.

Sarah had been bullied at school, but Khloe was entirely a figment of her own inner fears and worries. She was an amalgam of every girl that had ever teased or taunted her. She was what Sarah hated and feared.

The dreams were so vivid. Khloe seemed more evil and powerful every time. Sarah was starting to worry maybe she was losing her mind. She'd always had a powerful imagination - but now it seemed over-active.

A knock at the door caused Sarah to startle and she smiled weakly as her boyfriend Sam came in with a steaming cup of fresh tea.

"Woah, you look exhausted. Bad dreams again?"

Sarah nodded and he sat down and slid his arm around her.

"I'm so sorry babe. I hate that you keep having these nightmares. I wish there was something I could do to help."

"I know," smiled Sarah as she squeezed his hand. "Hopefully they'll go away eventually."

Sam shook his head doubtfully. "Maybe, but I'm going to talk to my friend Kelly. She might have something that can help."

Sarah sighed, "Oh no, not Kelly who is into magic and all that stuff. Please don't tell me I'm so desperate I have to turn to all that spiritual mumbo-jumbo. Last time it took weeks to clean up the mess those weird candles made."

Sam laughed, "Kelly may be a little kooky, but some of her ideas have worked for me. We may as well try!"

Sarah smiled weakly at him and shrugged. "Well, okay then."

**********

Gazing at the strange web like frame of the dream-catcher, Sam wondered if it could really work, then shrugging finished nailing it into place above the bed. It was a circular contraption with brightly coloured threads stiched across the frame. Feathers hung from the bottom of the hoop.

He was a pretty open minded guy, but he wasn't sure if he believed in magic. Then again, perhaps the benefits of the dream-catcher were psychosomatic and it might still help.

So long as Sarah felt that it might work and her nightmares decreased, he was willing to try anything. He'd do anything to help his girl.

Kelly had explained that the dream catcher would catch bad dreams and nightmares in the web of coloured threads. They would then be burned up and destroyed in the pure natural sunlight the next day.

Sam had to admit he was actually fascinated by Sarah's dreams. He could never remember his dreams, he wasn't even sure he had any. It also entranced him to hear about other peoples and he wondered how it must feel to experience such vivid and surreal mental pictures.

His good work done, Sam tidied the bed, gave the dream catcher a whirl and went off to make a cup of tea. Now to test if it worked!

***********

Sam awoke to a strange feeling. It was like an electic storm or static charge was building in the air.

He'd gone to sleep nearly three hours ago, Sarah by his side and the dream catcher swinging over their heads. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully for once, but above them the dreamcatcher spun and twisted.

Something dark and evil was caught in that web. Sam could feel it. A bad dream... a POWERFULL bad dream was caught. The dreamcatcher seemed to spark with power and energy.

Fascinated he reached up and touched the dream catcher... there was a pink blast and Sam groaned as the world spun and he fell into darkness.

Suddenly Sam was lying on his bed alone and it seemed like the middle of the day. A beautiful bitchy blonde woman was looking at him with disdain on her face and he realised with a start that he must be dreaming.

"Who the hell are you?" she sneered as she brushed back her perfect hair and Sam saw she had long sharp nails and a body that oozed lust and popularity.

"No wait, I know exactly who you are. You're Sarah's pathetic little boyfriend. The weakling little bitch who actually thinks that pathetic loser has anything to offer. I'm Khloe her dream-bully. Nice to meet you."

Sam felt anger flare. "You... you're that dream bully who has been tormenting her every night. Well the jokes on you bitch, because now you'll never be able to harm her again. The dreamcatcher stopped you and now Sarah is safe! Without her imagination to empower you, you'll begin to fade away. Once Sarah forgets about you entirely you won't exist anymore."

Advancing sexily, Khloe straddled Sam and reaching down began to unbuckle his fly. "All your life you've wanted to have vivid dreams, you've wanted to know how it feels to be a dreamer. Well - let me give you something to dream about..."

Khloe's lips twisted into an amused smile. "Perhaps - or perhaps your dreamcatcher has given us both exactly what we've always wanted."

Sam groaned as his cock popped out into Khloe's eager hands and she began to stroke it with her slutty hands. She giggled as she looked down at it. "Cute - but you could do better."

Sam gasped as a feeling of power throbbed through him and his average dick began to swell and grow. It grew thicker, longer and more sensitive. "H... how?" he gasped.

"We're in a dream baby," purred Khloe. "Here, all your fantasies can become true. You can be who you want to be. Best of all, this dream can become reality thanks to your dreamcatcher. Unlike a normal dream when you wake from this one, any changes you have made will become true in reality. If you want them to that is."

"H...how... and how do you know that? It doesn't make any sense."

"Dreams don't have to make sense Sam," purred Khloe as she slowly stroked his now rock hard cock. "Nothing needs to make sense except the pleasure I can give you. From now on you will dream of me every night and make her dream of me too. Then you can have everything you ever wanted. You're going to help me become stronger, not weaker."

"Noooooo," groaned Sam as Khloe stroked and rubbed his enhanced cock. "Noooo, I can't."

"Mmmmmh, yes you can," giggled Khloe. "You're going to help me become an even bigger bitch. We're going to be so good together."

Then with a smirk, she reached down and began to suck his cock.

Sam gasped and groaned in pleasure as Khloe's bitchy pink lips sucked and slurped round his massive new dick. She glugged and gagged happily, easily taking him to the back of her throat and using her sexy nails to tickle and stroke his balls.

Pleasure like he had never known before flowed through him. Sarah didn't like to suck dick, but Khloe clearly loved it. She moaned appreciatively as she worked his cock and sucked and sucked and sucked.

Soon he was cumming in her mouth and it seemed to go on and on and on. The longest orgasm he had ever experienced, an orgasm so good that he never wanted it to end.

Cum dripping down her face, Khloe giggled and snapped her fingers. Sam's cock sprang back to attention immediately and he looked down in amazement.

"We're in a dream remember - the normal rules don't apply. You can cum all night without ever going soft, so we're going to do this again... and again... and again. This is only the beginning baby."

Khloe lowered her lips back to his cock, and Sam groaned as she began to take him back to heaven once more.

**************

With a gasp Sam awoke, his hand on his rock hard cock. Sarah was peacefully slumbering next to him, the dream catcher twirling slightly in the breeze from the open window as Sarah enjoyed her first nightmare free night in years.

Peeling back the sheets, Sam gasped. The nine inch cock now hanging from his groin was just as big and as thick as the one from the dream. Somehow the dream had bent reality.

Now Sam could remember everything. It was the first time he had ever remembered a dream and this one was so vivid. Khloe's bitchy whispers in his mind, her hand on his dick... her mouth sucking and slurping. The promises of more to come if he served her as she desired and helped her.

He knew what he needed to do.

Going to the bathroom, Sam groaned as he pumped his cock thinking of Khloe and he moaned as he began to cum. Fuck - his new dick felt so good. He had to have more, he had to see Khloe again.

***********

Sarah had never felt so liberated. Sam's dreamcatcher seemed to have worked a treat. She had slept so peacefully last night, and not once had she dreamed of the evil bully that had tormented her dreams for so long.

True, Sam seemed tired and was acting weird. He kept looking at her in a funny way and eventually he came over to talk and ask strange questions.

"So you didn't dream about Khloe last night then?"

She shook her head.

"That's good. You never really told me much about her. Is she pretty, what does she look like?"

Sam's questions bothered Sarah. It made her think of the dream bully and brought Khloe back into her mind. His questions were innocent, but the way they were framed made her feel bad. 'Is she prettier than you?'. Why had he asked that? It made her angry and annoyed that her boyfriend should suggest that her bully could be attractive.

"Sam, stop being such an asshole," she screamed as she grew tired of his questions. Now she couldn't stop thinking about that fucking bitch. She couldn't stop thinking about how much sexier and bitchier Khloe was then her. She couldn't stop imagining those perfect lips, rounded breasts and sexy dominant eyes. It was like Sam WANTED her to think about Khloe.

She left the room crying, all the time never thinking to ask the most important question.

How had Sam known her dream bully was called Khloe?

******************

"Good boy, I feel even stronger today," purred Khloe as Sam awoke to find himself back in the dream world.

Moments ago he had touched the dreamcatcher once again and now here he was back with Khloe for the sixth time this week.

Every night Sam had dutifully touched the dreamcatcher and let Khloe enter his mind. Every night the pleasure had become even more intense.

Last night Khloe had let him fuck her like an animal. The feeling of her tight pussy gripping his massive cock, her moans and screams of pleasure as he fucked her brains out... he had never cum so hard.

He had bent Khloe over the bed, his hand gripping her long blonde hair and his hand slapping her ass as with pounding strokes he had fucked her again and again and again.

In his dreams Sam was stronger, more dominant. His body was now muscled and fit and he was taller. On waking he found his body had changed to match his dream and it was as if no one noticed. Whatever changes happened in the dream seemed to leak into reality.

And all he had to do to have more pleasure was to keep betraying Sarah and helping Khloe to become stronger. Fucking her and hearing her grunt and scream was all he cared about.

Indeed Sam no longer cared about the real world. Being here with Khloe was all that mattered. She was his Goddess now.

Sam knew he would do anything for her. She had her claws into his soul. She made him feel so good and every suggestion she made was the right one. He needed Khloe more than he had ever needed Sarah.

Tormenting Sarah and making her think of her bully had become a necessary evil so that he could have the pleasure his body craved. The more he made Sarah remember her dreams, talk about the bully or imagine new situations - the stronger and bitchier it made Khloe become.

Usually when he came to the dream, it would be a fantasy version of somewhere he knew. This time though they were in a room he didn't recognises. It was a boudoir, full of makeup, lingerie and a silk sheeted bed. Seated in front of a tall mirror in a black silk dressing gown, Khloe looked stunning.

If anything she looked hotter than last time. The imagination of both Sarah and Sam had made her grow even stronger.

There was a hunger in her eyes.

"You enjoy fucking me don't you Sam? But you enjoy helping me become more powerful and more evil even more. I know it excites you."

Khloe advanced towards him.

"But do you know what would be really hot baby? Imagine if I could leave the dream and come into reality?"

Sam groaned as Khloe straddled him and stroked his face. "Imagine if I could find someone willing to BECOME me and help me cross over."

Sam looked up in shock.

"Become you... but... how?"

Khloe smiled. "Changes made here in the dream can cross into reality. All you would have to do is imagine yourself becoming me. Let my personality, memories and thoughts become your own. You would become me. You would be Khloe."

Sam groaned - his cock instantly hard. Khloe reached down and began to slowly jerk him off.

"Yesssss imagine it baby. Being me would feel so good, you'd love being a bitch. You'd have my tits and a tight pussy - men would be yours to manipulate and control. You would be the bully. It feels so good to be a bully. Say it... say... I want to be the bully."

Her hand on his cock sped up.

"I... I want to be the bully," moaned Sam nearly drooling.

"Yessss. Imagine it baby. Imagine you have long sharp nails on each finger. Your skin is tanned, you have long blonde hair. Imagine a superior smirk on your lips as you take some weak little boy and make him your puppet."

Sam groaned. His skin began to tingle and he felt Khloe's hand tighten on his cock as she began to pump it faster and faster. Bone's popped and he groaned as his hair began to itch.

"Yessss my tits are swelling up on your chest, your ass is blowing up into mine. Your face is changing... becoming prettier. You fucking love how it feels don't you? Mmmmh, fucking shoot out that cum for me baby, it's the last time you'll ever do it again. Your cock is already shrinking - soon my tight Goddess pussy will be between your legs."

Sam screamed as his cock erupted and suddenly he felt Khloe pinning him down as cum blasted out and coated their bodies. She slid on top of him, the sticky mess seeming to glue them together and he felt her starting to sink into his body.

"Fuck yessss, merge with me Sam. BECOME me."

Khloe moaned in pleasure as they merged. Sam was groaning too. He could feel her breasts on his chest, feel her long blonde hair around his shoulders.

Hips popped and cracked, internal organs moved about. Sam felt his lips twist into a slutty smile as fake tan spread across his skin and he became a fake, popular, mean girl.

"Mmmmh I feel so fucking evil and hot. Yessss make me into a fucking bitch. I want to be Khloe!"

Khloe's superior tits reached their full impressive size and jewellery popped into place. Makeup shimmered over Sam's features and he flexed long acrylic nails.

Feelings of superiority flooded him as he felt Khloe's personality taking control. This felt SO amazing.

"I am a bitch. Yes I am a bitch. I AM A FUCKING EVIL BITCH," he screamed in glee as his voice altered and became Khloe's sexy purr.

Khloe/Sam began to groan and buck. The merging was complete and reaching down he/she began to rub their tight pussy and groan. Ohhh it felt so good.

"I... I'm going to cummmmm!"

Sam screamed as his body bucked and squirted, female hormones rushing round his body. No, wait. She wasn't Sam. She was Khloe.

Sighing, Khloe stretched her perfect body and felt the last vestiges of Sam drop away. What a fucking loser. It had always been his destiny to become her.

"Now I am the bully, I LOVE being a bitch," she sighed happily. Sam no longer existed, and when she awoke from this dream, it would be like he had never existed. Only she remained.

Khloe was evil, manipulative, sexy and popular. She knew in the real world she would be unstoppable.

She couldn't wait to get started.

Khloe walked to the mirror and admired herself for a moment then grinned. It was time to wake up.

She took one last look around her boudoir then snapped her fingers.

It was time to get real. And Sarah had no idea what was coming.

****************

Sarah whimpered as she tried to carry the six heavy shopping bags and coffee for her cruel boss as she staggered after Khloe in the luxurious mall.

Being Khloe's personal assistant was a terrible job, but she was too afraid to quit. Khloe was such a bitch and she was a rich and famous influencer. She had all the power.

"Hurry up you dumb bitch," snapped Khloe as she watched Sarah struggle. "I need my makeover for my hot date tonight."

Sarah nodded. A hot date? That meant another evening of humiliation whilst she waited obediently downstairs and listened to Khloe getting fucked.

Serving Khloe was kind of like a waking nightmare. It sometimes felt like some evil dream she couldn't wake up from.

Perhaps she should borrow the dream catcher she'd seen hanging over Khloe's huge bed? Maybe that would help?

Not that she had dreams anymore.

All her dreams belonged to Khloe now.

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She’s on the swings. The sun is setting and tossing long shadows across the ground. It catches her, the lone, moving figure, idly swinging, looking out towards the dunes ahead of her while the breeze rustles the leaves. 

The gate squeaks, and she turns and smiles at me. 

“Hogging the swings?” I say.

“Yeah, obviously. I didn’t want any of the kids to have it, so I’ve been holding fort all day.”

“Good strategy.” I slump into the one next to her, and the bark mulch scrapes under my runners. “I didn’t expect to see you here, to be honest.”

“Nor I you.”

“Well, I was out walking.”

 “And I was swinging,” she smiles, this specific half smile she does whenever she knows she has charmed me. “To be honest, I’m just waiting for the sun to go down.”

“You like the sunset, hm?”

“Yes, but not because of that, exactly. See, Kelly goes to her room and stays there once it gets dark. She doesn’t sleep for ages, but at least I know she’ll be in her room watching TV, and I won’t encounter her.”

I frown. “Something up between you and Kelly?”

She just laughs. An understatement, I presume. “Kelly and I fell out. I don’t think that we’re friends anymore.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, but there’s like, three weeks left of summer, so I’m going to have to just hang around the village and suffer until then.”

“Is that really what you’ve been doing? Just walking around all day?”

“Well, no, I’ve been swimming, and running, and drawing, and exploring, and things, but basically, yeah, I’ve just been avoiding her.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t enjoy fighting. I don’t like it when people don’t like me.”

“You think she dislikes you? Surely it’s just been a falling out. She’ll come around.”

She gives me a sidewards glance. “I don’t think Kelly ever really liked me, to be honest. I think we were just friends because that’s how it was.” 

“Ah.”

“You ever have that?”

“Not really.”

“Of course not.”

I curl my hand around one rope of her swing and change the rhythm, rocking her side to side so that her side gently bumps against mine with every sway. “So, do you want to talk about what happened between you?”

She dips her head in a laugh, and her hair brushes over her thighs. “I think it was more about what we didn’t say to each other, if I’m honest. I’ve been thinking about it a lot the last few days, and I think she was just waiting to find something to get mad at me about.”

“She’s vindictive.” I state. 

“Yeah, I suppose. She’s very sensitive and stuff. It upset her that I was late back from your house last week, because she and I were supposed to go swimming together. She thinks that I’m choosing my new friends over her, or something, which isn’t true. It’s not like, you know… like, we’re not friends or anything, yet, are we?” She peers at me around the curtain of her hair. 

“C’mon Evie, you’re my friend.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Don’t worry about Kelly. She’s clearly jealous of you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah right.”

“It’s true!”

“That’s something my mam would say to make me feel better about bullies. Nobody is ever actually jealous.”

“Of course she is. Why wouldn’t she be?”

“Um! Because!”

“Because?” I prompt. “There’s a million reasons why. You know, I’ve seen this so many times at school. If you’re smarter or more popular or get more attention, there are people who aren’t going to like that, you know? Especially girls.”

“Are you an expert on teenage girls?”

“No, but I’m just telling you what I’ve seen.”

“Well, even if that’s true, I’m not smarter or more popular than Kelly, so.”

But she is one hundred times more beautiful. 

I wouldn’t dream of saying that part out loud, but it’s so true that I am stunned she can’t see it. Watching her now, with that slash of neon sunset light across her face, her long, swanlike neck, and pouty, sad little mouth, my body feels a bit weak. I fear the torture of our friendship, that being around her will have me forever on the cusp of trying to kiss her. 

“People like Kelly don’t grow up to be very happy people,” I tell her, as a sea breeze kicks in and throws her jasmine smell under my nose. I release my hold on her swing and back away. “Sad and angry people grow up to have sad and angry lives, and boring jobs and boring hobbies and no friends to hang out with.”

“Could happen to any of us.”

“Not you, Kilbride. Never! And not me either, if I can do anything about it.”

“Yeah, not when you go away to college.” her mouth flattens into a line. “You’ll be happy then.”

“Yeah. I suppose I will. You too, though,” I say, softening. “College is meant to be when everyone finds themselves, or whatever. I think you’ll have the best years of your life there.”

“Here’s hoping.”

 The heat goes from the village with the sun, and the lights flicker on, one by one, along the edge of the strand road.

“It’s kind of depressing that you just walk around on your own all day. Why didn’t you ever text me?”

A shrug. “Dunno.”

“Claire hangs out with us all the time. You can too. If you want.”

“I just don’t want to be annoying, I suppose.”

“You’d never annoy me. Why don’t you come over now, and we can watch a film? With the whole gang, obviously.” I add with haste. “We have loads of snacks and stuff, and I can just drive you home later on.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“That actually sounds really nice.”

“Good, c’mon then.” 

And as we amble through the playground together, discussing the kind of horrible film the guys must have chosen for us, it is the strangest thing, but I catch myself almost reaching for her hand.

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