#but it's sad and if i was one if the female principals who's been in the company for years i'd be offended (minus makhateli probably)

[enchanted-keys]

Has the DNB forgotten they have other principals beside Olga Smirnova? She's pretty much the only one they use in their promotional material since she joined...

[adventuringblind]

Not Your Fault

Max Verstappen x Reader x Oscar piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: Max and Oscar have to comfort their girlfriend who's hospitalized after a major crash.

Dialouge prompt: "It's not your fault"

Warnings: major crash, injury description

Notes: This is part of my 1000 follower celebration! Requests are still open for it if you would like to participate!

Masterlist

"Red flag Max, red flag." Comes GP's voice over the radio.

Something in his stomach dropped at the words. Crashing is a risk they all take every time they get into the car, but that dosen't it isn't hard when it happens.

"Who was it?" His fingers crossed. Silently begging whoever controlled fate that it was neither a McLaren nor a Ferrari. He's not sure he could handle it.

"It's a Ferrari."

"Who?"

"Y/N"

His heart dropped. She'd been called to drive in place of Carlos. The Spainard had caught Covid and was out for the entire triple header. She'd gotten a chance, and now she'd crashed out.

"Is she okay?"

"Max-"

"Is she okay, GP? Please, I need to know." His heart is beating faster then he would’ve liked, but he can’t help it.

“They haven’t gotten a response yet. Ferrari was checking to see the damage on the car but haven’t gotten a response yet-”

“They were checking on the car?!” Max’s blood is boiling as he peels into the pit lane. He rips himself out of the car as marches to where GP and Christian are presumably waiting for him. They look neutral at the moment.

Christian grabs him by the shoulders to stop him from going any further, but it doesn’t matter. The screen is replaying the crash. Something must have happened with the steering and braking because the car just didn’t slow down. It hit the wall at 200 mph. The Ferrari car is stuck in the barriers. The fence having come down on top of her, essentially burying the car underneath.

“Any word yet?” His voice breaks. eye’s still trained on the screen as it shows the Marshalls trying to pull the debris away.

“Still nothing. They lost the onboard footage and can’t see her vitals.”

Max is about to jump into a rant. His anger at Ferrari still boiling. That is - until Lando comes barreling into him. The Brit is out of breath and flushed. “Haven you looked at your phone?”

All three Redbull members stare at him in confusion. Lando looks between them expectantly. “Well somebody better get Max his phone because Oscar is about thirty seconds away from killing everyone in the Ferrari garage.”

Max runs to grab his phone and comes back to Lando who is waiting impatiently for something. Texts from Charles and Carlos about what they know, A missed call from Oscar- “I don’t see anything apart from the usual.”

Land rips the phone out of his hands and pulls up his instagram. Then he find the Ferrari page and and taps on their story. He hands the phone back with sad eyes.

Within the mess or a PR scripted excuse, one thing sticks out to him the most: ‘driver error.’ Max the pulls up Charles’ texts. His hands are shaking with the impending appearance of Mad Max.

Charles gives him the whole story. ‘Don’t believe the story! I saw the data, it was the teams fault.’

“Oscar saw this, didn’t he?”

“Kim, Jon, and Andrea are keeping him confined, but unless you want to be outed to the world I suggest you come help.”

Max looks at the screen. Still no sign of life. The car is still buried.

Then he looks to his team principal for approval. Christian nods and then the two are ducking and dodging cameras.

Oscar isn’t mad often. Rarely, even. He has so much patience for people that Max sometimes wonders where he puts it all.

He found out after the Qatar sprint. Max was getting some nasty hate. It was under every photo Redbull or himself put out. He simply put his phone away and tried not to let it bother him. Their female lover saw but knew better then to start something and decided to, and he quotes, ‘fuck the diets and eat Max’s favorite.’ Which the Dutch had been more then happy to do.

Oscar on the other hand was going to chew out every person who boo’d at max on their way to the hotel. Oscar’s anger comes in the form of harsh words and stupid actions until it turns to wet and it’s like every emotion he’d been stifling hits him all at once. Then it’s all teary eyes a cracked voices.

Max and Lando round the corner and sneak through the back of the McLaren garage. Straight into Oscars room where they are supposed to find him.

He is, in fact, nowhere to be seen.

Max makes a break for the Ferrari garage. He wants to be relieved when he sees the Australian with Charles, but he can’t be because he’s with some of the Ferrari staff as well.

He breaks the circle and sets a, hopefully calming, hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “Any news on her condition?” The men in red shoot him dirty glares as he interrupts whatever they were talking about previously.

“No.”

Okay, rude.

Charles clears his voice. “Actually, me and Oscar were just discussing her condition. They pulled her out of the car - but it doesn’t look good. The FIA might stop the race because of the barrier.”

“Thank you for the update, Charles. We’ll be going now.” Max and Lando have to drag a ver stubborn Oscar away.

They pile into Lando’s room since it’s closer and Oscar collapses. Him and Max almost topple over together. “They said it’s her fault when it’s not!”

“I know. It’s out job to make sure she knows that too. Chewing out Ferrari isn’t going to help.” At the moment, Max can’t help but finish in his head.

They take some time to calm down before heading back out. They are greeted with the news that the race has been cancelled due to the barrier meaning that the two are free to leave.

Which they do, with incredible speed.

She had to be transferred to the hospital. According to the doctor that greets them, she’ll make a full recovery but it will take a while to get there. A few broken bones, some internal bleeding, a concussion, a major gash, but she’s alive. That’s what matters.

Oscar and Max spend the night in her room. The two patiently waiting for her to wake up. Charles had dropped by with Lando to bring them her stuff and see how she’s doing. Max was happy they brought food and Lando actually took to force feeding Oscar.

They wake the next morning to quiet sniffles. Max cracks his eyes open to see her, staring at her cell that Max left on the side table, with tears streaming down her face.

He is up and alert in a second with Oscar coming to slowly. “Schat, talk to me.”

She just hands over her phone without saying anything and Max scrolls through it for a few moments. Apparently Ferrari’s statement went further then he thought. Again, they are playing the blame game.

And no, absolutely not. Max Verstappen is not the kind of man to let her believe this. He turns off the phone and tosses it aside before Oscar can see. He really doesn't need another passive-aggressive Assie incident.

"Charles saw the data. It was the car. It wasn't your fault."

"But everyone is believing it was. How am I supposed to build a career now?" She sobs. The EKG is beeping wildly with her heart.

Oscar, in his sleepy state, switches from leaning on Max to climbing into bed with her. It works like a charm, and she starts to breathe again. It's labored, but it's calming down, at least.

"You'll show them. The data will come out eventually." Oscar mumbles into her shoulder.

"And until then -" Max intertwines hands with both his lovers. "- We'll defend you because we love you."

[weemssapphic]

You Make Me Feel

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Summary: At 49 years old, Larissa Weems is the principal of Nevermore Academy - a successful career woman whose dominating energy demands respect from everyone she comes into contact with. She is also a virgin. What happens when she finally meets someone who wants to have sex (and so much more) with her?

Words: ~6.6 | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: virgin!Larissa, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, nsfw (sickeningly sweet smut) - cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

A/N: after reading Hot Chocolate on ao3, I couldn't get the idea of virgin Larissa out of my brain so... here we are lmao

Larissa didn’t really know how it happened - the years had simply passed her by in a blur. She was a studious teenager, scoffing at her horny, unfocused peers. It’s not that she never had the opportunity, per se - there were boys who asked her out, who tried to ‘seduce’ her in that awkward, teenage boy way. They all disgusted her - she would wait until college, she reasoned, where she could find someone more mature.

So she left Nevermore behind for her studies. Here, the men - if they could be called such - were just as crude, just as unappealing. The thought of being touched by any one of them filled her with disgust. 

It wasn’t until her senior year of college, when she found herself smitten with one of her female professors, that she entertained the thought of being anything other than straight. It was a thought that had only crossed her mind once before, when she’d accidentally caught her roommate at Nevermore, Morticia Frump, getting undressed. She’d felt oddly… aroused at seeing the girl’s bare skin - and immediately pushed down those feelings. Larissa Weems was enough of a freak as it was - she didn’t need the label ‘lesbian’ stamped on her as well.

But at the age of 22, Larissa had to admit that it was strange she’d never wanted a boy to touch her. She’d gotten close once, during a heavy drunken make-out session with some boy at a freshman party - before freaking out completely and leaving the poor boy squirming uncomfortably at the edge of the lake. And so, at the age of 22, Larissa finally had to confront her very un-platonic feelings for women.

By the age of 49, she’d gone through all the stages of grief regarding her sexuality: she’d vehemently denied entertaining the very thought of being anything other than straight. She’d been angry, oh so angry - at herself, at the world, at Morticia, at the boy she’d kissed. She’d gone through all the what-ifs: what if she’d made a move on Morticia, what if she hadn’t been so uptight, what if her family had been more accepting. She’d even fallen into a bout of depression, realizing how sad and pitiful she was for being a lonely virgin who hated herself for something she couldn’t change.

She’d finally settled on acceptance. Larissa had accepted that she was a lesbian. But, through all those years, she’d been too busy hating herself and throwing herself into her work to entertain thoughts of actually dating. So now she was 49. And a virgin. And who would want to be with a 49 year old virgin?

Sometimes, Larissa could ignore those thoughts, push them down. Sex and dating aren’t everything, she’d reason. She didn’t need anyone else. She had a successful career that kept her busy enough, after all - it was her dream as a teenager, wasn’t it? 

Some days, though - days like today - it was harder to drown out the lonely, self-pitying thoughts. Days where she had a one-on-one meeting with you, for example. 

As one of the teachers at Nevermore, Larissa found you particularly alluring - everything about you seemed to draw her in, leave her wanting more. You carried yourself with such confidence, you challenged Larissa in ways that both delighted and aroused her. You were kind and chatty, interested in what Larissa had to say - she felt she could talk to you for hours.

And you looked so delicious. In her weakest moments, Larissa imagined how it would feel to have a woman’s hands on her body - and more often than not, it was your hands she pictured, your face that surfaced in her mind as she pleasured herself. She yearned to feel your lips on her own, your body pressed against hers. How delightful it would feel to finally, finally be touched, to finally feel desired.

Today was no different - when you knocked on her office door for the start of your quarterly review, Larissa had to take a moment to compose herself before calling out “come in.” Her breath hitched in her chest as you strode up to her desk, grinning widely and taking a seat across from her.

The review of your performance took no time at all - you were honestly one of her best teachers, well-liked by the staff and the students (even Wednesday Addams had yet to cause an issue in your class). With twenty minutes left of your scheduled meeting time, the two of you began to chat about various, non-school-related subjects. Larissa found herself relaxing more and more, and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself asking if you’d like to join her in her quarters at the end of the day for a glass of wine and a chat.

“Of course, Larissa.” You beamed, sounding eager - was it Larissa’s imagination, or had a faint blush crept up your cheeks?

After agreeing to come by at 7, you took your leave to prepare for your afternoon classes - Larissa walked you to the door, which she leant against as soon as it shut behind you. Oh God, what had possessed her? An entire evening in your presence would be torture for her… 

The worst part, somehow, was the fact that she knew you liked women - you’d brought up an ex-girlfriend once, Larissa had been taking a sip of coffee at the time and had nearly begun to choke. It was entirely plausible that you could… Larissa quickly shook the thought from her head. Even if you returned her affections, surely you’d hightail it out of there the second you found out how little experience Larissa had.

~~~

The afternoon passed quickly and soon Larissa found herself nervously pacing the length of her office, smoothing her sweaty palms over her dress to remove non-existent wrinkles.

Your knock sounded for the second time that day, and Larissa jumped at the sound. With a deep breath, she slipped into the persona she’d begun to adopt when dealing with the Mayor and other important figures - authoritative, even slightly seductive. It was the only way she wouldn’t crack under her nerves.

“Hello, darling,” Larissa husked as she opened the door and stepped aside to allow you to enter.

“Hey!” You’d changed out of your clothes from earlier into a low-cut blouse and a short skirt. A pair of simple black heels added two inches to your height, a fact that Larissa couldn’t help but find incredibly alluring. In your hand you held a bottle of Chianti, which you offered to Larissa. “Didn’t wanna come empty-handed,” you added with a nervous giggle.

“Oh…” Larissa’s heart fluttered at the kind gesture. “You didn’t have to.” She accepted the bottle with a grateful smile, hoping her blush wasn’t too obvious.

“I know, I wanted to.” You grinned at her, finally stepping into the office and closing the door behind you. Larissa reached past you to click the lock - and immediately paled as you smirked at her.

“My, my, Principal Weems, trying to trap me here and get me drunk?” you teased. Larissa’s panic must have been evident on her face because you burst into laughter and placed a reassuring hand on her arm - her skin burned at the contact as if it had been branded.

“I-I just don’t want students bursting into my office after hours, I…” Larissa trailed off lamely, unable to focus when your hand was still on her arm. It was so warm, so soft… she found herself imagining that hand on other parts of her body, trailing along her skin…

“Relax, Larissa, it’s okay,” you said, your face softening. “Either way it’s fine by me.”

Either way? Larissa nodded, swallowing thickly and trying to regain her composure. You’d always been very friendly, borderline flirty even, but something about being alone with Larissa outside of school hours seemed to relax you even further.

Larissa took a deep breath. A bit of teasing she could do - she was no stranger to a healthy bit of flirting to get what she wanted. Granted, her heartbeat was a bit more erratic this time, as she was actually attracted to the person across from her. Regardless - a bit of flirting couldn’t hurt. It didn’t have to be more than that.

“Would you like to take this to my quarters?” Larissa purred, plastering a seductive smile on her face and nodding in the direction of a door at the back of her office.

“I would love that.”

Minutes later, you were settled on the couch in Larissa’s living room and she was pouring two generous glasses of wine. She kicked off her heels and made herself comfortable beside you - you followed suit, taking the liberty to scoot just a bit closer. Larissa noticed, quirking an eyebrow - you laughed in response.

“Sorry, too forward?” You were still smiling as you made to shimmy back a bit - Larissa found herself placing a hand on your thigh, stilling your movements.

“You may stay,” she replied airily, grateful you couldn’t pick up on the way her heart was thundering loudly against her ribcage, seconds away from bursting. You placed your hand atop Larissa’s and she took a sip of her wine to mask the blush that was spreading across her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Larissa could see you mirror her movements, bringing your glass up to your mouth and taking a sip, watching her intently over the rim of the glass.

“Didn’t your parents tell you that it’s rude to stare?” Larissa murmured playfully, watching your cheeks go pink.

“No. They didn’t, actually,” you teased, before turning slightly more serious. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… you’re really beautiful. Just want you to know that.”

Larissa felt butterflies erupt in her stomach and she turned to face you fully - you looked so cute, staring into your wine glass, cheeks pink… It had been so long since Larissa had been called beautiful - she was so careful not to put herself into situations where rejection could be the possible outcome. “Thank you.” You looked up and Larissa smiled.

“Larissa?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know why you invited me here tonight. I was hoping… Well, I have to confess something, I want to be open with you.”

Larissa could feel her heartbeat in her throat, and she nodded slowly, suddenly becoming aware that her hand was still on your thigh.

“I’m interested in you, Larissa. Now maybe I’m interpreting this all wrong, and if so I’m very sorry - I promise I won’t let it affect our professional relationship. But maybe the feeling is mutual…?”

She could hardly believe her ears. Of course the feeling was mutual. Larissa felt warm and tingly all over, her heart pounding and her head reeling. All she’d ever wanted was suddenly in her grasp  - it was now or never…

Larissa’s eyes flicked down to your lips. Something in her expression must have given her away, for you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers - Larissa was helpless to stop you. It was just as she imagined - better, even. Your lips were soft and warm against hers, gentle - a stark contrast to the boy she’d made out with in college.

You quickly deepened the kiss, licking at Larissa’s lips which she parted almost out of instinct, allowing you to explore her mouth. You tasted of red wine and the lipstick you were wearing - Larissa couldn’t help but let out a soft noise of pleasure as heat pooled in her core. She felt you take her wine glass out of her hand and briefly pull back to set the two glasses on the coffee table - then your lips descended upon hers once more, the kiss quickly gaining intensity.

A wanton groan escaped your throat as you pushed yourself into Larissa - it was a beautiful sound, and Larissa could feel her underwear growing damp. She squeezed her thighs together for some much-needed relief, an action which you immediately noticed. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” you rasped against Larissa’s lips. Her heartbeat stuttered in her chest - this was moving so fast. She wanted to protest but with the way you were looking at her, eyes half-lidded, pupils wide, cheeks flushed - she found she couldn’t summon up the courage to deny you, despite how her stomach began to burn with anxiety.

Instead, she stood and led you to her bedroom, allowing you to guide her backwards onto the mattress. She felt your fingers toy with the zipper of her dress and push it down to pool at her hips - then, suddenly, your lips were everywhere at once. You planted urgent, demanding kisses down her chest, her stomach - your hands caressed the bare skin of her waist. 

These were the touches Larissa had yearned for for so long - your soft fingertips leaving marks on her waist as your warm breath caressed her skin, your lips and tongue and teeth peppering her body with kisses as evidence of your desire. But she wasn’t enjoying them. It was too much, too fast - she was overwhelmed with sensations. The throb between her legs no longer felt pleasant - it felt daunting, dirty even. What would happen when you’d fuck her and notice how skittish she was? What would happen when you’d expect to be pleasured in return and she would, inevitably, fail miserably?

As your lips moved up her body again, Larissa knew she needed to slow this down and confess, before her inexperience became evident and disappointed you. She took a deep breath.

“I don’t have much experience,” Larissa confessed quietly - the words sounded foreign to her ears. She could feel her nerves rising further as she wondered if you would hate her for it, leave immediately and never touch her again - she waited with baited breath to see what you would say.

“A woman like you? I find that hard to believe,” you murmured playfully, your voice low and sultry as you began to trail kisses all along Larissa’s jaw, as your fingers dug into her hips.

You weren’t getting it. Larissa felt, for the umpteenth time in her life, shame well up inside her, warming up her skin and pricking at her eyes. She felt her throat begin to close as panic overtook her body, and she tried to no avail to calm her racing heart with deep breaths as her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Larissa? Larissa?” Everything sounded like she was under water, your voice was so far away. Eventually, she recognized her name and turned to meet your gaze. You were no longer kissing her - you looked down at her in concern, brow furrowed, frowning as your lips sounded out her name.

Larissa took a deep breath to steady herself. She felt foolish for getting so worked up - surely you would think she was some sort of freak. 49 years old and unable to even so much as make out with a woman without having a panic attack.

“Larissa?”

“Yes?” She tried to sound normal, nonchalant, but her voice betrayed her as it gave out, even on that one syllable.

“Where’d you go? What’s going on up there?”

Your fingers caressed her cheek in a soothing gesture and she allowed her eyelids to flutter shut, leaning into the warmth of your touch. She found herself craving it so, so badly, but she couldn’t allow herself to enjoy it - not when it would surely be the last shred of affection she’d ever receive from you. She stared at the ceiling, a hollow feeling settling in her chest.

“We don’t have to do this, we don’t have to do anything. You know that right?” You shifted off of her, lying on your side to face her and propping yourself up on your elbow. When Larissa failed to meet your gaze, she felt your fingers grip her chin, urging her to face you. “We could just watch a movie or something?”

I don’t want to watch a movie. I want to fuck you. I want to be fucked. I want my body to let me have this. 

Larissa nodded numbly.

You sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Larissa moved as if on autopilot, pulling her dress back up and sliding off the bed, guiding you wordlessly back into her small living room. She gestured to the couch and you took a seat. 

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked, clearing her throat. 

“Just water, thanks.” You offered her a grateful smile, and Larissa winced - she was going to need something stronger than water to get through the evening now, but she didn’t want you to think she was an alcoholic either, so she nodded and padded to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water.

When she returned you were focused on the television, flicking through Netflix. You paused to take one of the glasses out of her hand, careful not to allow your fingers to brush against hers as you did so - Larissa swallowed nervously and averted her eyes, taking a seat next to you - close enough to feel your body heat, but not touching you.

“I feel like Netflix took all the good movies off,” you whined with a slight pout - if Larissa hadn’t been so in her own head, she might have chuckled, finding you quite endearing. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

Larissa felt herself shrug. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying your interactions leading up to now, internally berating herself for letting on that she wasn’t okay. If she’d only been able to play along better… it was something even teenagers did, for fuck’s sake - it shouldn’t be a big deal. If she could just get it over with, then maybe -

“Are you more of a romcom or action kinda gal? Ooh. Maybe you wanna watch a horror movie or something? What about-”

“I’m a virgin.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

You hadn’t heard her. Larissa once again felt the sting of oncoming tears. “I’m a virgin,” she repeated, a bit louder, unable to stop her voice from rising in pitch, eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

The silence that enveloped the two of you was deafening. 

A warm hand was placed on her thigh - she whipped her head around to face you, confusion and insecurity marring her features.

Your own eyes shone with care - Larissa felt her heart pound wildly against her ribcage.

“Thank you for telling me,” you said softly. “I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you earlier - I shouldn’t have moved so fast.” You looked almost ashamed, which confused Larissa further… What were you apologizing for? Clearly she was the one with the issues. She shook her head lightly, a bit dazed.

“No, I’m sorry…” Larissa hesitated, swallowing against the lump in her throat and fighting back tears. “I’ll walk you to the door, we can forget this ever happened.” As she stood, she felt your fingers gently encircle her wrist.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Larissa. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”

Larissa scoffed, but she made no move to extricate herself from your grip. Not when your warm fingertips were the only thing that could bring her comfort.

“I’ll leave if you want me to… but I’d rather stay and make sure you’re alright - if that’s okay?”

A part of Larissa was screaming, begging, pleading with her to kick you out so she could do what she always did - drown herself in her own self-pity (and maybe half a bottle of wine) and cry. But when she glanced down at you and saw the worry in your eyes, the adorable little crease between your brows that deepened at whatever you saw in Larissa’s own eyes, she nodded and sat back down.

“Is it… would you rather I not touch you right now?” you asked as you dropped Larissa’s wrist. There was a healthy distance between the two of you on the couch - it couldn’t have been more than a foot or two, but it felt like miles to Larissa, who felt the crushing weight of loneliness descending upon her again as you retracted your fingers.

“You can touch me,” she whispered, ashamed at how desperate she sounded. She felt the couch cushions shift next to her, and soon your warm thigh was pressed against hers - then your hand found her own, intertwining your fingers together. Your skin was so soft, your hand fit so perfectly within Larissa’s that it made her breath hitch in her chest, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of your small, feminine hand clasping her own. She wished her hands weren’t as clammy as they were, but you didn’t seem to mind.

“I hope I didn’t scare you away,” you said timidly. “I really like you and I… I didn’t mean to push you into anything. Fuck, I didn’t know, I’m sorry. I thought…” You trailed off, watching Larissa apprehensively.

“You really like me?” Larissa’s ears had perked up as you’d said it, she figured she must’ve misheard you. You smiled shyly then, and Larissa felt butterflies in her stomach. “Even… even now?”

You let out a low chuckle, giving Larissa’s hand a squeeze. “Even now? Is you being a virgin supposed to change my mind?”

“I’m 49…” Larissa whispered in anguish, her heart constricting in her chest as she realized she was admitting things to you now that she’d never told anyone.

“And? I mean I guess I’m curious why - it can’t be your looks or your personality, because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re so easy to talk to… But it doesn’t bother me or anything.”

Larissa sighed, dropping her gaze to your intertwined hands. When she spoke, it was barely audible. “I was never attracted to men, so I didn’t want them to touch me. I didn’t realize I could be attracted to women until college and by the time I’d come to terms with that… let’s just say I’m certain no one would want to deflower someone in their 40s.”

“I would,” you said with a shrug, so nonchalantly that Larissa whipped her head around to face you. You chuckled at her bewildered expression. “Come on, Larissa. I don’t care about that. I like you as a person and I find you attractive. I want to have sex with you, if you also want to have sex with me. I don’t care how many other people you’ve been with - I really don’t care if the answer to that is zero.”

Larissa took a moment to mull over your words. They sounded almost too good to be true - she never thought she’d find someone who would be so calm, so gentle, so unfazed about the whole thing. And, well, that it just so happened to be the woman she had a crush on… she could feel herself nodding at your words.

“But we don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. Obviously.”

“I want to,” Larissa said firmly, if a little too quickly - it made you smirk, and her cheeks turned scarlet.

“We’ll go at your pace then.” You brought Larissa’s hand up to your lips and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles. The soft brush of your lips made a rush of heat pool in Larissa’s abdomen. “Only what you’re comfortable with. And if you want to stop, we stop. I want you to have fun, Larissa. I want this to be good for you.”

“Thank you,” Larissa whispered. The smile she received in return was blinding, and her heart felt just a smidge lighter. 

“Do you want me to leave for tonight?”

Larissa shook her head no. You snuggled into her side and picked up the abandoned remote again, flicking through a few more options before finally settling on Carol - Larissa felt herself slowly begin to relax as the film started.

A few minutes into the movie, Larissa felt your fingers begin to trace absent-minded patterns on her knee. She shivered at the touch - she could feel herself start to get worked up. She wondered if there was any way to salvage the evening - her attraction to you had only grown through your show of empathy, and maybe now that you knew her secret, her body could feel safe enough to let go.

Larissa turned towards you - your head was resting against her shoulder, it would be so easy to just lean in and-

You turned your head and met her gaze. “Now look who’s staring,” you teased. Larissa’s eyes were glued to your lips as you spoke. You were such a good kisser, you tasted so good. She leaned forward, focused on her goal - your lips curled into a smile as you leaned in as well. Larissa’s eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met and she let out a breathy moan. You didn’t deepen the kiss - you simply pressed your lips to hers, humming and gently cupping her face in your hands.

Larissa felt emboldened by your gentleness - she parted her lips slightly to lick at yours. You opened your mouth for her, allowing her to explore your mouth before gently flicking your tongue against hers. She felt a mad fluttering in her abdomen at the deepening of the kiss, a little whimper escaping her throat at all of the sensations once again flooding her body.

Pulling back once she’d run out of air, Larissa rested her forehead against yours. Your hot, heavy breaths mingled with her own, her skin tingled with electricity.

“I want to try this again,” she whispered resolutely.

“Really?” You pulled back, your eyes flicking between hers. Your expression was a mixture of concern and excitement, and Larissa nodded.

You stood, extending a hand for Larissa to take and helping her up.

This time you climbed onto the bed first, settling against the pillows and waiting for Larissa. She followed suit, lying down next to you and pressing a hesitant kiss to your lips. She could feel the affection and tenderness with which you kissed her back and quickly relaxed, allowing her hands to rest on your waist and tugging you closer. You wound your arms around her and held her tightly - she felt safe in the minutes that you spent making out, heat slowly building within her.

Larissa froze as your fingers played with the zipper of her dress, her breath quickening. Noticing the change, you removed your hand and sat back on the balls of your feet.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked - there was no judgment detectable in your voice, only sweetness and worry. “Yes, I am, I’m sorry.” Larissa took a deep breath, trying to relax again.

“What if I got undressed first?”

She considered for a moment - yes, perhaps that would make her feel less vulnerable. She nodded and you began to unbutton your blouse.

“May I?” she asked. You smiled and dropped your hands, shimmying a bit closer. She unbuttoned the blouse the rest of the way, pupils dilating as it fell away from your front to reveal your lace-clad breasts. You slid the blouse from your arms and reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside - your breasts jiggled slightly as you did so, and Larissa felt her mouth go dry.

Shimmying your hips, you slid your skirt down your legs and tossed it aside, before doing the same with your underwear. There you sat, completely naked, thighs parted slightly to reveal the wetness that glistened between your legs. Larissa’s own pussy throbbed with desire at the sight - she felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria at the fact that you were so aroused, in spite of everything that had transpired that evening.

“All for you,” you purred seductively, smirking as you noticed Larissa’s eyes glued to your cunt. Larissa snapped her gaze up to meet yours and you leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as your fingers once again found her zipper and began to drag it down. She moved her body accordingly so you could slide the dress down her body - nodding as you cocked your head in question when the dress pooled at her hips. You slipped her out of the dress completely, then crawled up her body and settled next to her, toying with the clasp of her bra. 

“You can take it off,” she whispered, almost amused at how fast you complied. 

The hunger with which your eyes roved over her torso, drinking in the milky expanse of her soft stomach, the swell of her breasts, her pink nipples that slowly hardened at the chill in the air - it felt like a drug to Larissa. She’d never had anyone look at her like that - no one had ever seen her naked in such a context, and she felt her chest flush.

Part of her wanted to cross her arms over her chest, her anxiety rising at the unabashed attention - but then you lowered your mouth to her right nipple and gently soothed your tongue over the bud, and her brain short-circuited.

Arching her back off the bed, Larissa let out a strangled, breathy sound - your tongue on her nipple felt like velvet, divine and soothing, and it sent tingles down her spine. Then she felt you roll her other nipple between your fingers and groaned - it was a filthy sound, and her hand shot up immediately to cover her mouth.

Your tongue stilled and you looked up at her with a smile. “No, I want to hear you. That was a very pretty sound you made.” Larissa blushed, removing her hand from her mouth. Your tongue resumed its ministrations, slowly causing the small, pink bud to harden, and Larissa whimpered at the shocks of pleasure that originated behind her navel and rippled outwards in waves.

“Does it feel good when I do that?” you murmured, moving your mouth from one breast to the other, and Larissa nodded fervently.

“Please, keep going,” she breathed, a tightness coiling in her abdomen as your hand joined your tongue to knead at the soft flesh of her breast.

Once you’d showered each of her breasts in ample attention, your lips began trailing down her stomach - much gentler this time, much slower. Larissa almost felt embarrassed at how her body was reacting, how excited she seemed to be getting, as your lips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Can I take these off?” You toyed with the waistband of Larissa’s underwear - she paused for a moment, before finally nodding again.

Your fingers brushed against her skin as you tugged her underwear down her legs, then settled between them. With you suddenly this close to her pussy, Larissa began to worry whether she should have shaved. She felt her nerves rising again as she waited for you to tell her how disgusting you found her - then she felt your lips begin to press reverent kisses to the little curls, as if you could sense her anxiety and were trying to reassure her that it was okay.

“Is it okay if I use my mouth?” you asked sweetly. Her eyes widened and her face suddenly felt hot - you were being so considerate, asking all these questions, making sure she was okay with everything, and Larissa wished you didn’t have to do that - she wished she could just be okay with whatever you wanted to do to her.

“I’m sorry, this must be terribly tedious,” she mumbled, her voice dripping with insecurity that, in any other context, she simply did not possess - she hated herself for it right now, and she was unable to meet your gaze because of it. A light slap to her thigh shocked her into looking at you, however. You frowned up at her from between her legs. “Hey. Don’t say that. Making love to you isn’t a chore, Larissa. I want this. So bad. And I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I am. Understood?”

“Yes,” she replied, breathless at your display of dominance.

“Good girl.” Larissa let out an involuntary moan - she had never considered that she would enjoy being called a ‘good girl’, but she couldn’t help the way her cunt throbbed at your words. “So. Is it okay if I use my mouth? Or do you want to stop?”

“N-no, I don’t want to stop… you can use your mouth.” 

You beamed up at her, before carefully hooking one of her legs over your shoulder - Larissa could feel herself being spread open at the action.

Soft lips began littering her inner thighs with gentle kisses. Larissa tried her best to stay still, not to squirm - but when your mouth finally met her cunt, your tongue slowly trailing up her slit, she couldn’t help but buck her hips into your face.

A soft groan left her lips when she felt your tongue flick against her clit - she was so sensitive, and the touch was so different than when she pleasured herself - it made every hair on her body stand on end. Your lips closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently and drawing little whimpers from Larissa’s throat as her back arched. She felt herself quickly getting lost in the sensation.

“Does this feel good?” you murmured, pulling back for a moment.

“Y-yes,” Larissa panted - her breathing was already beginning to get heavier.

“If anything doesn’t feel good, if you don’t like it, tell me, okay?”

Larissa hummed and you began licking at her folds, gathering her juices on your tongue and letting out a loud moan of delight. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” Larissa couldn’t help but blush again, but her embarrassment was forgotten the second your tongue circled her clit. She shut her eyes and tried to focus on relaxing.

She found herself unsure what to do with her hands - she briefly brought them to your head, then fisted at the sheets next to her. Then she felt something brush against them and opened her eyes to see your own hands blindly reaching out and grabbing for hers. She intertwined your fingers, her heart leaping in her chest as you gave her hands a squeeze.

The coil in Larissa’s stomach was tightening by the second. She felt herself growing more comfortable with every passing minute, allowing unfiltered moans to pass her lips, spurred on by the noises you were making - the breathy groans, the wet sound of your tongue lapping at her folds. When you gently circled her entrance, she couldn’t help but whine and buck her hips.

“C-can you go inside?” she asked quietly, rolling her hips against your face. You groaned in response, slowly pushing your tongue into her hole. Larissa’s walls fluttered against your tongue and she let out a guttural moan. 

“Good girl,” you purred between thrusts of your tongue. “You’re doing so well for me, love.”

Larissa could feel herself getting closer, her thighs trembling - she tried to keep her legs open but the next thrust of your tongue caused her to snap them shut around your head.

Slowly she began to unravel, her release cresting like a wave as you alternated between teasing her hole and sucking her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost herself completely in the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming her body.

She felt your tongue soothe over her folds, then her thighs, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm. You gave her hands a gentle squeeze, before gently extracting your fingers from her grip and crawling up her body. Larissa’s eyes were still closed when she felt your lips on her own. At your tongue’s insistence she parted her lips, whining at the taste of herself as you licked into her mouth.

When you pulled back and cupped her cheek, Larissa opened her eyes. She was almost shocked at the sheer amount of affection and adoration that swirled in your pupils as you searched her face - it made her heart flutter in her chest.

“How was it?”

Larissa hesitated - what was she supposed to say to that? It was everything I’ve ever wanted and more, because it was with you… She buried her face in the crook of your neck and sighed, inhaling the scent of sweat and your sweet perfume on your skin.

“Really good, darling,” is what she settled for as she contentedly nuzzled her nose into your pulse point. She felt your arms wind around her and allowed herself to be held as her breathing slowed. A chaste kiss was pressed to the crown of her head and she smiled against your skin. 

You shifted next to her, wrapping your legs around hers, and Larissa could feel your slick rub against her thigh. Tentatively, Larissa allowed her hand to trail down your bare waist, over the swell of your hip. She could feel you shiver against her as her fingertips brushed against your mound.

Larissa reached between your thighs and pulled back to get a look at your face - you watched her intently, pupils blown, lips parted to let out shaky breaths. Slowly, Larissa spread your folds with her fingers, gasping as she felt how wet you were. She gathered some of your juices on her fingertips and massaged them over your swollen clit, enraptured by the soft moan you let out, the way your eyes fluttered shut and your hips twitched seemingly of their own accord.

With your eyes closed, Larissa allowed herself to admire your beauty, the way you gave in to her touches. She touched you the way she normally touched herself, and it seemed to please you - your face was gorgeously flushed, the most obscene noises slipping from between your swollen lips. When you arched your back, Larissa’s eyes fell to your nipples, hardened with arousal. She lowered her mouth to your breast, flattening her tongue and soothing it over the pink bud, drawing a moan from your chest.

“Bite,” you murmured. Larissa paused, glancing up at your face - then felt your hands on the back of her head, pushing her into your chest. She licked your nipple once more, before grazing her teeth against it and gently biting. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you mewled, and Larissa bit down again, the heat within her own body building at the string of obscenities dripping from your lips.

You rolled your hips against her hand as she continued to stroke your clit. She felt your fingers encircle her wrist, guiding her to your dripping hole. “Two fingers,” you instructed breathily.

Larissa complied, first pushing in one, then two fingers, inadvertently biting down on your nipple again as she felt your walls draw her fingers in. She curled her fingers, experimenting with the pace of her thrusts until she heard your breathing stutter.

“Shit, you’re so good at this,” you praised, your thighs beginning to shake and the rolling of your hips becoming more and more erratic. Your face contorted with pleasure as you rode Larissa’s fingers - she felt your cum drip down her hand as you tensed around her, then you sighed and relaxed into the mattress.

Larissa sat up, pulling her fingers out of your cunt - the needy mewl that left your lips caused a shiver to run down her spine. Your eyes met hers, full of affection and desire, and she felt emboldened - she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean, moaning at the taste. It was intoxicating - she knew she could get addicted to that taste.

“C’mere,” you murmured, holding your arms open for Larissa. She settled into them, slinging an arm around your bare waist and tugging you closer. You pressed a kiss to her lips. “That-” kiss “felt-” kiss “incredible” kiss. 

Larissa felt herself blushing at your compliment - she couldn’t have asked for a better experience for her first time. It might have come some twenty years later than she’d hoped for, but if it meant she could be here with you right now, your fingertips tracing soothing patterns on her back, your breath tickling her cheek - she’d wait those twenty years all over again.

“I’m glad it was you, you know,” she whispered.

“I’m glad, too,” you whispered back, a gentle smile tugging at your lips.

x

Taglist: @alexusonfire @brienneswife @rosieathena @pro-weems-places @bigolgay @kimiinou @imprincipalweemspet @h-doodles @bychrissi @katie-bennet @giogwensversion @m-0-mmy-l-0-ver33 @willowshadenox @mysaviorfalsegod

Click here if you want to be added to my taglist!

[etheries1015]

Arlecchino having a (female) s/o who is extremely sensitive and cries frequently.

You'd think arlecchino would have something against dating someone like this. Crying is a sign of weakness in her eyes, and honestly you were no different. Despite your typically optimistic and flamboyant personality, you were incredibly sensitive. Just leave it to Arlecchino to pick probably the most sensitive person in the world to choose as her lover, right?

You saw a sad play? Tears streaming down your face. You saw a malnourished dog on the streets? Sobbing while spending your life's savings to help the poor thing. It starts raining? You're crying, too. "Its been raining so much...The hydro dragon must be in such misery. I wish I could help him." One of the kids called you "mother" for the first time? You're sobbing uncontrollably. Most of the time Arlecchino would roll her eyes and be mildly unomftorable around your tears, but you knew she still loved you. Especially moments that it truly mattered, she would mutter a "Stop crying..." And pat your head, or quietly engulf you in a hug. She couldn't fully understand why you were always so empathetic and crying all the time, however they do say opposites attract, right?

Most of the time she found it to be one of your weak points, crying so much means you aren't strong to save face, right? That you don't have what it takes? Crying all the time was something only the pathetic and unworthy do...right?

Arlecchino heard two voices. One was her lover, you, and the other was the feeble whimpers of a child. She made sure to stay hidden from behind the door frame, eavesdropping on the conversation, where you and the young boy were left unaware of her presence.

"Father says I...shouldn't cry. I'm sorry, mother, I..."

"Freminet," Arlecchino heard your voice strong yet sweet, her heart skipping a beat slightly. She hadn't heard you so...authoritative in a long while. So loving, gentle...and so confident. There was not a hint of hesitation in your voice.

"I understand you think very very highly of Arle. She gave you a life here, along with your siblings. I know you look up to her. But if there is one thing we, even as lovers, disagree on..." The sound of rustling caused Arlecchino to glance around the corner, quickly noticing how you were pulling the young boy into your arms.

"Tears are not a sign of weakness. It means you have a strong heart, a heart full of emotions just waiting to burst and let loose. Strength comes from standing up again despite the challenges you have faced, and what may have made you cry." You pulled back and wiped his tears before poking his chest above the spot where his heart lay. "You have a beautiful heart, freminet. Its healthy, and strong. Strength is purely subjective, we can each decide for ourselves what strength truly means. Don't let someone else decide that for you, no matter how much they may mean to you."

"But-" the blonde haired boy went to object you, only to be promptly cut off.

"Arlecchino has her own definition of strength and weakness, and so do I. They are completely opposite from one another. But that doesn't mean the love between us isn't real because of that. We all still love you for who you are, Freminet. You're growing to be a very fine young man, and I'm certain you will find your own definition of strength. Create it yourself, okay? Your soul is meant to grow into your own shape, not forcefully conform into someone else's." There was no words, only the sounds of light sobs as Freminet hugged you tightly. You smiled slightly and pat his back gently and comfortingly.

"If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to, I'm always here for you. You do not need to suffer alone."

Arlecchino could have sworn your gaze notice hers and lock eyes for but a moment, with a gentle smile placed upon your features. Quickly turning her heel and walking away, Arlecchino simply scoffed at the notion you were breaking down the principals she had built at the house of hearth.

Night had fallen and you entered your shared room with the Knave, who was currently laying in bed with the lights off and blankets covering her body. You strolled over to the bed, sitting down next to her as you gazed down to the quiet harbinger.

"Are you mad at me?" You inquired, "I know you heard what I told freminet. I assumed you would yell at me by now, about how crying isn't a sign of strength, and how I'm 'teaching them worthless things'. " You awaited a snotty response from your thickheaded lover, yet much to your surprise, there was no response. It was only when you sat your hand upon her shoulder did you notice the slightest tremble, your eyes widening before you were abruptly pulled down into the sheets with strong arms wrapping around you. Arlechinnos head tucked into your shoulder, you could feel wetness seep through your shirt. You smiled sadly and began to hold her back, stroking her soft black and white locks.

"I see you're taking my advice, huh? Did I strike a chord finally?"

"Shut up."

With a shaky voice and mild hesitation, Arlecchino had become far more vulnerable than she had ever felt before.

"You're a bad influence," she sighed into your shoulder, her grasp tightening. With a chuckle and another gentle kiss, you hummed in amusement. It wasn't long before you felt the trembling come to a halt and Arlecchinos breathing even out, you closed your eyes and began to drift off into sleep with your lover still in your arms.

Maybe crying wasn't as bad as she made it out to be. At least, not when she had someone to hold her tight all night.

[minjix]

henosis → Vinnie Hacker x foreign!female reader

summary: in which Vinnie finds you after fourteen years.

warnings: this is written with non native english speakers in mind <3 but everyone is ofc welcome to read it :))) swearing, tooth rotting fluff and i went and made myself jealous :((

a/n: thank your to everyone who took their time to read my last author note! really means so much to me<333

word count: 1.6k

masterlist

2009.

You were terrified as you stood before your new classmates with curious and judgmental eyes. You were vaguely aware of the principal's hands on your shoulders as he introduced you to the class with an overbearing smile on his wrinkled face. “Everyone, this is Y/n L/n,your new classmate.” Their eyes followed every little nervous twitch your body made. “…she doesn’t speak English all too well.” You snapped out of your stupor when he squeezed your shoulder and nudged you forward. “Go on, take a seat.” You listened.

——

At lunch you sat by yourself, timid and staring back at kids who stared at you. You didn’t have an appetite, you were angry, scared and sad. You were angry at your parents for taking you away from your comfort, your home and you were scared of these kids who seemed so much cooler than you. And you were sad because you knew this couldn’t possibly be your home. You didn’t fit in, and they all knew it.

Someone clearing their throat gathered your attention. A boy with wild blonde hair seated himself in front of you, you recognized him from your home room.

He seemed shy. “Y/n, right?” You nodded timidly, “I’m Vincent. But you can call me Vinnie.”

Everyday for the next two weeks, Vinnie would keep you company during lunch and recess, teaching you slang words and having your back when other children would pick on you. It took you a month to fully trust the Cole boy before you finally called him your friend.

He was your only friend, something you didn’t mind as he was everything you could ask for. He never once made fun of your origin, instead he was curious.

One year later you moved back home. You were conflicted, you had been bothering your parents from day one to take you home, but that was before Vincent became your other half.

You had told Vinnie the news during recess, his bright smile dropping from his face and his body tensing in anger. “Why are you leaving me?” He whispered as tears formed in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” And the damn burst as tears rolled down his cheeks. You kept on repeating yourself as you patted his shoulder awkwardly before wrapping your arms around his shaking form.

“I’ll call you everyday!” You promised with a hopeful smile. Your accent was thick as you kept on speaking over his sniffles. “We will be best friends forever, okay?”

You couldn’t keep your promise. You had tried to call him the day your plane landed, before you were stopped by your parents. It was too expensive to make such a call. So you didn’t, but not a single day went by where you didn’t think of the blonde haired boy. And you never left his mind either.

2023.

Vinnie felt a tug in his chest when scrolling through TikTok, a video of a girl who he recognized but couldn’t remember from where.

He couldn’t help himself when his thumb clicked on her profile and began scrolling through her account, brows furrowed the entire time. His lip was stuck between his teeth as he watched several videos of her. He was starstruck. “Who’s that?” He quickly paused his scrolling when the voice beside him asked. He felt as though he got caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

He looked at Noah who curiously stared back at him. “So?” He nodded towards Vinnie’s phone. “Who’s she?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbled back, focusing his attention back to the account. “She’s pretty.” Noah muttered as he made himself comfortable besides his best friend. Vinnie agreed with a hum.

“What’s that language?” Noah pointed to the caption of one of the videos. Vinnie’s brows furrowed even more, if possible. “I don’t know…”

The Beck boy snorted in amusement, “what do you know?”

The tattooed boy sighed, “I know that you can’t mind your own business.” He scrolled back up and clicked on her Instagram, very much aware of Noah watching the whole interaction. “Ouch,” Noah huffed before bumping his shoulder with Vinnie. “Slide into her dm’s”. Vinnie laughed at that.

“Slide into her dm’s?” Noah couldn’t understand what was funny. “Yeah, compliment her or whatever.”

“It’s weird.” He suddenly felt self conscious, staring at her Instagram. She really is beautiful, he thought to himself.

“Dude, you’re Vinnie the Hacker, even I blush when you send me a text.” He wiggled his eyebrows but yelped when Vinnie pushed him off the couch. “God, you’re fucking annoying.”

It took him three whole days before he gathered the courage to write a simple, ‘hi’. And it took you a day to answer.

‘Hi?’ Vinnie’s cheeks flushed as he imagined you thinking how weird he was for writing to you.

He took a deep breath before he started typing. ‘I’m sorry if this is weird lol, but I think we might’ve met before…’

His stomach was twisting into knots when the bubble appeared indicating you typing a message.

‘Yeah, because we have’ He was rightfully confused. It was stated in your profile that you live in y/c, and he can’t ever recall visiting that country.

A new message appeared. ‘Seattle, Washington. 2009? the new kid who spoke broken English?’

His heart fell into his ass. He quickly sat up, his eyes wide. “Holy shit!” He yelled out before trying his hardest to compose himself, despite his shaking hands and fast breathing. He typed, deleted, and typed again before you sent a new message. ‘can I call you?’. He didn’t answer, instead he clicked the call button on the upper right corner. You immediately answered.

"Y/n? Is this really you?” His voice shook, as it finally settled in. He found you. “Hi Vincent.” He could hear your smile through your voice, your accent still there, but you sounded so mature.

He quickly stood up from his bed and started to pace back and forward, his other hand in his hair. “Wait, I need to see you, y/nn.” You answered with a nervous hum before he clicked the video call button. It took a few seconds to connect and when it did; he lost his breath. There you were, still the same girl he befriended all those years ago, but you were grown and oh so beautiful.

“Oh my god,” he murmured as he continued to stare at you in awe, a laugh bubbled from his chest as reality set in. “It really is you!” You laughed with him, “yeah, Vin, and it really is you.”

He sobered up quickly and went quiet for a while, simply staring at you. “You promised you’d call…” he whispered. You chuckled awkwardly, biting the inside of your cheek before you answered. “We couldn’t afford to call, trust me when I say that I tried every. single. day.” You sighed, “I’m really sorry for breaking my promise to you Vincent.”

He couldn’t help but think about how good your English had gotten. He smiled. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“But you didn’t back then, did you?” He knew it wasn’t a question, it was you wanting to confirm for some reason. “Look, y/nn, my dad tried to explain it to me, and I wouldn’t accept it, and hey, look we’re talking right now.”

“Yeah, after fourteen years…” You looked shameful and it tugged at Vinnie’s heartstrings. It was the same look you had when the other kids picked on you.

“I want to see you.” He said seriously. You laughed, “you already are.” He shook his head and sat himself down in front of his computer, placing his phone down to rest on his screen so you could see him. He began typing on his keyboard. “No, I meant in person.” He began, his focus on his screen as he looked for something. “I’m booking you a flight here,”

“WHAT” you yelled, his eyes flickering to you for a moment before a grin took over his face. “Yeah, text me your address and I’m booking you a ticket to LA.” He left you no room to argue.

————-

The next week he found himself standing in LAX airport, gulping nervously as he waited for you to appear at your gate. He wore a black hoodie, paired with a pair of jeans and Jordans on his feet. You two had spent the rest of the night talking after he booked your flight. You had told him that you knew what he was doing since 2020, but admitted to being scared and was so sure that he wouldn’t want anything to do with you after all those years. So you simply let him be. He wanted to cry.

But there he was, bouncing on his feet as he waited for you, and he didn’t have to wait long. You appeared with a suitcase dragging behind you, nervously looking around before meeting his eyes. You quickly ran forward and tackled the tattooed boy in a hug, your suitcase quickly forgotten. “Oh my god,” he repeated as his arms wrapped around your waist. “I can’t fucking believe you’re actually here,” he sniffled, burying his face into your neck. You didn’t speak, you held him even tighter.

He slowly let go of you, though he made sure to hold your hand. “I’m taking you out on a date tonight.” He promised with shiny eyes. “Where do you wanna go?”

You gave him a teary smile and squeezed his hand. “I’ve always wanted to try In & Out,” you shamelessly admitted. Vinnie could only laugh in adoration as he took your suitcase, still holding your hand as he led you out of the airport.

“In & Out it is.”

reblogs are very much appreciated! ♡

[imaginaryf1shots]

My Girls (VI) | Max Verstappen

Words count: 3.7K

Driver!oc X Max Verstappen

Platonic!Driver!oc X the grid

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: google translated french, dutch, cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

This is a secondary blog so I won't be able to respond but I'm adding you all to the taglist.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Max Masterlist

Previous || Next

Leaked

Cecilia, Lando and George were on a private plane from Italy to Germany, Cecilia said goodbye to her daughter at the airport, the girl was with Cecilia the last month travelling and spending time together, her dad was in Italy for work so on his way back to Monaco he took his granddaughter with him on his plane.

The three drivers were on the plane with a few Mclaren personnel, they had fun the three of them on the plane, Cecilia happily showed Geeorge some of the photos she took of Nattie in Italy. 

The moment the plane landed, and the airplane mode turned off, quite a few phones started buzzing with incoming texts, by a few, I mean every phone minus George.

“Whoa, is Mclaren having an emergency?” George commented, the plane hadn't even stopped when they all started turning the airplane mode off. 

“Fuck.” Lando mumbled, his eyes snapping up from his phone to Cecilia, Cecilia’s PR manager quickly picked up her phone and made some calls.

“What? What happened?” George looked at Cecilia’s phone, the female looked stunt, the only one that hasn’t moved since she opened her phone. “Oh Cece, I’m sorry.” George knew how much Cecilia tried to keep her daughter out of the public’s eyes. So many questions will rise and so many speculations will start, everything the female didn’t want, not mid season, not like this. She knew that one day she’ll announce her daughter to the world, but she wanted it to be on her terms. 

“Cecilia.” Lando said softly, he moved from his seat across from her, he placed his hand on her knee once he kneeled down. She looked up at him and he tried to not look surprised. She didn’t look sad like he expected, no, she looked mad, mother lion just came out to play. You don’t poke a bear if you’re not ready to face it. 

“I’m fine, it was bound to happen.” She says pushing her hair out of her face.

“Still doesn’t make it right.” George stated.

“No it doesn’t, but nothing is right and nothing in life is fair.” She shrugged and pursed her lips, she closed her phone and sighed, she looked at her manager. “Can we deal with this at the hotel?”

“Yeah, it’ll be better then.” 

Once at the hotel, a couple PR managers and a few of Mclaren’s team were in Cecilia’s room, her suite had a living room and a bedroom, on call was the legal team, they were all talking about what to do, if they can sue, and all that. Cecilia was silent the whole time, her phone kept buzzing but she ignored it, so many people she hadn’t talked to in years were calling and texting, she shot a text to her family, Max and friends telling them she’s okay and to sit tight,

Cecilia was over this by the time they were an hour in and nothing was agreed on, she turned to her team principal who sat next to her.

“Can we just not sue anyone and just either not say anything or let me post a picture on instagram, and let us be done with it, it’s not like I did something wrong.” Cecilia asked in a low voice so the conversation could flow between the two of them alone.

“You wanted to keep her hidden.” Seidl said frowning, he was of the understanding that Cecilia wanted to keep her daughter out of the knowledge of people and out of the public eye, she’s always getting hate because of her gender, things have been better after she kept proving everyone that she’s a great driver, but the team suspected that it’ll take another year before most public scrutiny would at the minimum. 

“I did, but there’s nothing we can do now, if we start suing people, then it’ll look like I was hiding her because I’m ashamed, and I don’t want that, I don’t want her at 16 looking me up and seeing this, I’m not ashamed that I have a daughter.” Cecilia explained, he nodded in understanding, and thought about it for a moment.

“Alright, everyone!” Everyone shut up to look at Seidl and hear what he had to say. “Suing isn’t the answer here, let’s leave Cecilia to think this over and let her decide if we respond to this or not.”

“But-”

“No buts, we’ve all had long flights, let's talk about this tomorrow, nothing will change from now to tomorrow.” Standing up, it was a sign for everyone to start packing and leaving, before he left he turned to his driver. “Think it over and tell us tomorrow… you didn’t ask me what I thought about it.”

“What do you think I should do?” 

“I think fuck them all, you’re not the only one on the grid with kids, so why should it matter that you’re a woman, it’s time the public learns to not take you for a weak person.” With a pat to her shoulder he left behind the team. Cecilia felt better knowing her boss felt that way, she didn’t want to find herself teamless at the end of the year.

Cecilia freshened up and changed into sweats with a plain shirt, she hears someone at the door as she’s pulling her hair up in a bun, opening the door, she sees Max. Quickly pulling him in, she sticks her head out looking left and right before she slammed the door shut.

“What are you doing here?” She asks her boyfriend, they always made sure that when they weren’t in the same hotel to always have a lockout and help sneaking in undetected, their friends always helped the couple out. 

“Don’t worry Lando helped me.” She should’ve guessed, Lando is literally in the next suite. Cecilia wrapped her arms in silence around Max, right around his middle, her way of showing him she wanted to be hugged tightly by him. Something that she did and he picked on, when she’d happy and in a good mood, her arms around his neck or in his hair, when she’s sad and just needs some love around his middle. His brain translates the latter to the need to protect. Max’s arms caged her in, across and down her back with one arm, the other across and up reaching the back of her head. Max kissed the side of her head a few times, and he didn’t try to pull away, he’d let her pull away first. Cecilia buried her head in his neck, she wanted to disappear and hide away from the world. The only reason Max knew she was crying is because he felt her tears touching his skin. “Oh schatje, please don’t cry.”

She pulled back just enough for Max to see her face and for her to be able to see him, this is the first time he’d seen her cry and he didn’t like it, it got his blood boiling. His strong girlfriend, she’s been facing so many hardships since she came into the sports. He moved the hand that was in hair to cup her face, and wipe the tears away. Cecilia tried to smile, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Max asked and Cecilia nodded, she pulled away from him lacing her fingers with his and led him to her bedroom(for the week). Cecilia sat with her back to the headboard, knees to her chest with her chin on her knee. “Do you know what you’re going to do?”

“No, not 100%.” Cecilia sniffed and turned her head so she could look Max in the eye. “Sdeil left it all to me, I get to decide what I and Mclaren do about this.”

“Then what options are you considering?” Max knew that the only thing he could do in this case is to support her and help Cecilia organise her thoughts, they aren’t out to the public and it would be the worst thing at the moment, it’ll bring her more hate and pressure. 

“We agreed on not suing, but other than that, Mclaren can release a statement saying it’s my private life and ask the public to give me privacy.” This is the least likely scenario she’d go with.

“That’ll do nothing.” Cecilia agreed with Max.

“They can confirm it, but that’ll feel weird, or deny it, even weirder, but I feel like it should come from me.” Cecilia said and her hand moved on the cover she sat on playing with it absentmindedly.

“Why is that?” He wasn't questioning her statement, he wanted to walk through her train of thought with her.

“Because anything else would feel like I’m ashamed of her, which I’m not, so why hide it when it’s already out and in the open.” Cecilia shrugged, she suddenly felt like maybe this isn’t the right decision.

“I get that, you should just post a picture on Instagram and say fuck you to all of them.” Max said and took her hand in his.

“Sdeil said to fuck them all, and just do whatever I want from now on.” Cecilia shared with Max who laughed and agreed with her team principal. “Are you staying the night?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Please.”

“Of course.” It’s been hard saying no to her, and as the time went on it became harder and harder. When Max was changed, shirtless and in a pair of shorts that she had in her bag, he left it once at her hotel and since then it’s been with her for times like this. Whenever she went to his hotel room she’s always in his clothes, Max liked that better.

“You know, I missed you.” 

“We saw each other two days ago.”

“I still missed you, and we saw each other almost everyday in lockdown.”

“I missed you too, schatje.” Cecilia leaned up and kissed his jaw, her hands fell on his shoulder feeling his muscles move as he pulled her closer. They were standing flush against each other, getting their fill of the other, this week will be a hard week and the possibilities of them seeing each other out of the eyes of the public seemed to be less and less. 

Before Cecilia fell asleep she sent a text to Sdeil, he replied with a thumbs up. 

Next day was media day, Max left so early in the morning the sun was barely up. He slipped out of bed as silently as he could and got dressed, Cecilia only felt him when he leaned over to kiss her forehead in goodbye. 

“You’re leaving?” She mumbled, unable to open her eyes fully.

“Yeah, sleep, you still have an hour before you have to wake up.” Cecilia said something he couldn’t understand before she fell back asleep.

Cecilia got in her Mclaren for the week, as she sat there about to get to the circuit she got her phone out, opened Instagram and set everything up before she closed it so she’d post it the moment she hit the circuit. 

The moment she parked, her PR manager and some staff members were by her car’s side, quickly pressing post, she opened the car door and stepped out. She was dressed to kill, gone the team kit.

Her PR manager grinned once she saw her, a new era for the female just began.

Fans screamed once they saw her, cameras were flashing, she stopped and signed hats, cards and everything her fans wanted. But she didn’t answer any questions that were thrown her way, she’ll be asked enough when she gets inside. 

“Hot mama.” Someone said walking beside her, she turned and saw George grinning at her, she laughed and shook her head at his antics, the taller man threw an arm around her shoulders. “I didn’t know that it only took pissing you off for you to come ready to kill.”

“Fuck off George.” She jokingly pushed him away, the Williams’ hospitality was next to Mclaren’s for the week.

“Love the new attitude.” He joked and she shook her head.

“Ceciliaaaaa Haaaansson!” Their Aussie friend called as they passed him, she turned to look at him and laughed, he was giving her thumbs up with a big grin.

“Danieeeel Rrrrricciarddooooo!” She called back and he laughed and turned to what he was doing. 

When they reached their hospitalities she saw Seb and Lewis talking in front of Mercedes, Seb caught her eye and gestured for her to come over. Her and George joined the older drivers.

“How are you, Cecilia?” Seb asked concerned, always caring for the woman. 

“Could be better, but I’m armed and ready.” She said with a shrug, but she was smiling. After her crying session yesterday and talking to Max the rage she felt when saw the article came out once again, the fierceness she had on track is coming off track. 

“Looks like I’ll have to step up my fashion game.” Lewis jokes and gives her a wink.

“Don’t worry, no one can come near you, my style is too simple to match yours.” 

“Did you guys see her Instagram post?” George asked the men, he was eager to share the gossip.

“No.” “I don’t have instagram.” 

George took out his phone and once he got the post up he turned it to face them. 

ceciliahansson15

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and  9,397,800 others

ceciliahansson15 On the 15th of June 2016 I was blessed with the greatest gift, my beautiful girl whom I love and hold closer to me than anyone else. I wished to shield her from the cruel world of the public eye, alas now I can share her with the world. So world, say hello to Cecilia Ella Hansson.

More comments

charles_leclerc I’m the favourite uncle!

landonorris Lies

pierregasley I agree with Lando, I’m the favourite

username so beautiful 

username she has her last name

username when you realise the meaning behind her number 🥹

username can you adopt me 🙏🧎‍♀️

“Everyone is going wild online.” George informed them. 

“What can I say, I bring the drama.” Cecilia chuckled and looked at her PR manager. “I have to go, see you guys later.”

Cecilia was in her team shirt, that she tucked into her white pants she had on earlier. Her hair and makeup were like every other week.

Cecilia was called for a briefing, she had a couple solo interviews today, along with the group conference and they were shooting something for Mclaren’s social media and just her luck she’ll be shooting with one of the RedBulls drivers as well.

She was told that the solo interviews questions were already checked and approved with the team, so she had nothing to worry about there. The solo interviews went by in a breeze, she was asked the same questions almost every week. She saw Lando and Pierre in the middle, the trio went and got something to drink, while they were on a break. They too teased her like Geroge did that morning. 

Some of the fan’s favourite moments at the conference.

I(interviewer): The question is for Cecilia, are the rumours about your daughter’s father true?

C: this isn’t a gossiping conference, do you have any questions to do with racing?... no? Okay then, next question please.

**

I: Daniel we know that some of the drivers knew about Cecilia’s daughter did you know too

The drivers rolled their eyes, Seb even chuckled in disbelief.

C: Can i answer this one

D: Go ahead

C: yeah, I don’t see where this concerns you

**

I: Cecilia if you could tell us about your daughter-

C: Come on now guys, I’m not the only person on the grid with kids, I don’t see you all asking them about their children, I’m not answering anything about her, so don’t ask me or the other drivers, they respect my privacy as should you.

I: I’m merely trying to understand

C: That’s fucking bullshit, what the fuck? The double standards you all seemed to have needs to stop, You need to understand jackshit, I gave you all more than you deserve this morning, that’s all, so don’t fucking ask anything more.

Cecilia was photographed having fun with her friends that day, no care in the world. Even though she saw a lot of her friends that day, she hadn’t come across her boyfriend, they were always at the opposite sides all day long. 

For her last obligation for the day, she was standing to the side with her manager. The interviewer was here and they were waiting for one of the RedBull drivers, so it was either Alex or Max. 

The door opened and in walked Max in his RedBull outfit. The two acted like they hadn't seen each other today, sharing a quick hug in greeting, before they settled in front of the camera on a small sofa. 

The female interviewer started with introducing the two, and got on with her questions. This is the first time they’d be interviewed just the two of them, it’s something new.

“Let me start with asking you two about your racing days before you started in formula! I heard you’re friends now, but it wasn’t always like that, is that right?”

“You want to answer that one?” Cecili askes Max knowing that she tried to befriend him when they were younger but he wouldn’t have it. 

“Yeah.” He laughs, hating his younger self, it makes him think how different it would’ve been if they grew up as friends. “To be completely honest, we weren’t the closest, I think we first raced against each other when I was 10?” Cecilia confirms, she was 9 at the time. “And she won our first race, you know as kids she’d win so much more than I did, and had the better car and everything.”

“The thing is at that age, you don’t always realise you can be rivals and not be enemies.” Cecilia added, now as she’s older she saw things in a different light. “Now the grid is filled with friendships from different teams, and given that it is a sport with a small number of people, drivers will be the only ones to understand other drivers, so we become close.”

“That’s very nicely put, at last week’s Grand Prix, there were some people online saying that Cecilia you tried pushing Max off the track.”

“People are saying all sorts of things, I lost grip for a moment and the car started sliding, but I got it back in control before anything could happen.” Cecilia explained the incident, nothing had happened and they both ended on the podium in the end.

“We heard Max cursing on the radio when that happened.” The interviewer added, Cecilia turned to look at Max, she heard the radio messages after the race.

“Yeah well on track you say all sorts of things, at the moment you’re racing you’re full of adrenaline, it’s physical, and if you put microphones on all athletes you’d hear a lot of things.” Max explained calmly.

“So no hard feelings?”

“None at all, we all curse, we all shout, most of the time you don’t even know who you’re cursing at, you just see a car and you know which team, but on the track you don’t think about a single person.” Cecilia added, ending any talk of bad blood between the two that rose online. They were asked a few more questions before the second part of the interview began, and the interviewer will be giving them two options and they’ll have to choose.

“Okay, first one, Cats or dogs?” 

“Cats.” “either.” Max and Cecilia responded at the same time.

“Really, you like cats more.” The interviewer was surprised by Max’s answer.

“Surprising, but he’s thinking of getting a cat.” Cecilia said with a laugh.

“Maybe after the season.” Max shrugged, Max talked to you about it during lockdown and he’s been thinking about it seriously since then, and once Nathalie caught wind of that she’s been begging you for a cat as well. Cecilia’s mum has a no pets policy in the house, she doesn’t like them or want any type of pets.

“Okay, next one, milk or juice with your breakfast?” The drivers laughed and shared a look before in one breath saying.

“Milk.”

“You said that so fast, is there a story behind that?”

“Not really, we’ve just talked about it once.” Max shrugged answering the question.

“Winning your home race or Monaco?”

“Monaco is my home race.” Cecilia says and the interviewer seemed to register that. The questions are standardised for all drivers, so Cecilia didn’t feel offended.

“I’d choose the home race.”

The questions went on for a few more minutes, before they were done for the day.

As they were leaving the room, Max placed his hand on Cecilia's back leading her out, the duo forgot they’re in public for a second as they walked close together, before a pair or arms wrapped around them both.

“We’re in public.” Daniel told the two just loud enough for them to hear him, but had a big smile on his face. The place is littered with cameras and phones. 

“I really hate the public right now.” Cecilia huffed, crossing her arms, she did not look happy.

“It comes with the job.” Max reminded her.

“Doesn’t make it alright.” Cecilia countered back.

 “True.” Daniel agreed with her, being so under the public eye 24/7 for doing what you love isn’t so pleasant to say the least. “Come on, we’re eating at RedBull today.”

Was this Daniel’s way of making the couple be able to eat together? Yes. did they acknowledge this? No. but they were thankful nonetheless. They will be spending the night together so there’s always that. 

While the couple were still a secret from the public, so many pictures of them eating with one or two other drivers popped up on the internet, they’d always be sitting next to each other, but the fans from that angle never put two and two together, besides Cecilia has been shipped with all the drivers, the major ship the fans have is with Charles probably, but the fans also loved her friendship with Lando, her and Max aren’t on the top of the list, which meant they were doing a good job of hiding their relationship.

Next->

Taglist:

@luciaexcorvus . @vellicora . @tpwkstiles . @belennasif  . @eugene-emt-roe . @fanboyluvr . @fangirl125reader , @christianpulisic10 . @belennasif . @itsjustkhaos . @crashingwavesofeuphoria . @mynameisangeloflife . @mirrorball-6 .

[harleyqueen24]

We were just kids

Vincent de Gramont x Female Reader

Warning: Fluff, too many cute things.

WORD COUNT : 1.3k words

Summary: You meet Vincent during a picnic organise by your families, during your birthday. This is your first meet and your parents have something which very important to tell you.

Notes: Just, this is my first story in English. So be understandable if there are spelling errors. English is not my principal language. If you want a French version, tell me.

Special thanks to @murasakispace who helped me.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

It was a sunshine day. The De Gramont family organised a picnic in the garden of their Parisian mansion. Various families were invited, along with your family. The tables were decorated with many cakes and sweets. A little girl tried to take a piece of cheesecake, but was unsuccessful. Her big eyes looked enviously at this piece of cake, and she stood on tiptoe. At the moment, you were wearing in beautiful blue dress and headband. A hand came to stop you and carried you to another table. You let slip several childish complaints, but your mother didn't care.

She gently pushed you in front of the De Gramont family and their son, Vincent. The little boy was dressed in a blue three-piece suit and his hair was neatly styled. Your father came over to the Vincent's father and shook his hand.

"Good afternoon, it’s been a long time, mon ami."

"Bonjour, how are you since the last time?"

They exchanged jokes for a few minutes. And then your father's hand came to you.

"Do you remember about my daughter? She is seven years old today."

"Of course! How could I forget her?" he bent down to you. "How is la petite princesse? You are very pretty today!" You replied with a big smile and nodded your head.

"I'm fine. Thank you for looking after me."

He stood up, surprised.

"And she is polite! What more could we ask for?" he put his hand on your head and strocked you kindness. "You're a good and smart girl."

You laughed and looked at him with sparkling eyes. It was your birthday and everyone said that you were beautiful, kind, smart and funny. Everything that you loved. The little boy came in front of you, pushed by his mother.

"I don't think that you remember my son. His name is Vincent, he was four years old the last time that you two met."

You observed the handsome boy, he had the face of an angel face: green eyes and blond hair. This face was familiar, but very blurred in your mind. You were one year old, so it was impossible for you to remember him. He reached out to you.

"Bonjour, Y/N. Nice to meet you."

You looked at his hand, then took it with a big smile on your face.

"Nice to meet you too, Vincent."

He blushed a little and didn't know how and what answer. Your parents pushed you to the playground, where other boys and girls were enjoying themselves. You saw the swing and ran in its direction. Vincent slowly followed you.

"Do you like it?" he asked you.

"Yes!" You tried to ride on the board, but without success. So, you turned to Vincent with sad eyes. "Please, help me! I'm so small!"

"OK, but just for this once." he sighed.

He caught you by your hips and lifted you up to sit on the swing. A boy, older than you, arrived. When you saw him, your face lit up and a word came out of your mouth: "Brother!" At that moment, you jumped onto the swing and ran into his arms. Vincent sighed, again. He had the feeling he'd have to get back on the swing again. But, you didn't care, because your brother was there. The one and only man that you loved. "You could finally come!"

"Yes, mon petit lapin. How could I have missed your birthday?"

He kissed you on your cheek and you took his hand.

"Follow me! I want to play on the swing!"

"OK, Y/N. Anything for my princess."

Your brother was very kind and helped you with eveything. He pushed you until you felt you could fly. Although your joy was short-lived. Your mother called him, and he had to leave you. You were sad, and when Vincent came to play with you, you just would cry. The little boy was embarrassed and he had no idea how to calm you down. So, he put his hand on your head. You stopped crying almost immediately.

"It's okay, now? You're not sad anymore?" he asked you. Your answer was just a nod. A small smile appeared on his face. "Do you know how to speak? Or, shall I teach you?" Was he making fun of you? You hated it.

"Of course! I'm a big girl! I'm seven years old today!"

"Wow! You're so big!" He had this smile. That stupid and arrogant smile. He irritated you. "I'm sorry, princesse, but I'm older than you. So, I look more like a big boy than you."

"Oh. And, how old are you, Mr Oldest?" you answered with a little smirk. He stared at you, amused. You were the first to stand up to him.

"Ten," he answered. Your eyes widened. It was a shock for you. "What's that look on your face? Why are you shocked?" You laughed, amused at his question. "Why are you laughing at me?" he asked you angrily.

"I'm sorry, but, you look like an eight-year-old boy." you replied. And BAM! His ego was affected. He didn't like it. No, he hated this expression on your face and your high and mocking voice. If he could, he’d beat you in front of everyone. Then everyone would be in charge of this place. But, his mother’s voice brought him back to himself. She also called you, then you came and Vincent too.

"Children, we have something very important to tell you." It doesn’t bode well for such a sentence and you knew. Vincent's mother hesitated and gazed at her husband. He sighed and glanced at your father. Your mother also looked at him. So, it’s up to him to announce the news. He bent down to you.

"Children, we’ve talked a lot…. We’ve agreed on one thing." You didn't know what he was saying to you. Although, he mad you afraid to talk like that. He looked at you and said something to you. "My daughter, mon petit coeur, I think you're going to hate me. But... I have to do this. Understand me, please."

"What's going on, Dad?"you asked him, worried.

"It doesn't matter, but... I'm so sorry for you." You looked at him without understanding. He turned to your playmate, putting a hand on his shoulder and another on yours.

"Y/N, let me introduce Vincent... Your fiancé."

Fiancé? What? You didn't understand. "What does that mean?"

"Vincent and you are going to get married."

You fixed at your father, then at Vincent, then back at your father again. "No! I'm getting married big brother!" Your father smiled.

"You know that's impossible. You can't."

"But, he promised me!"

"Y/N, I'm telling you that it's impossible. Your future husband is Vincent."

Your tears began to fall and you cried. "No! I don't want! I don't want him!" Your father tried to calm you down and Vincent saw you annoyed. He would just play in his room. He was fed up with all the fussing and crying. Other people continued without giving you any thought.

Your father peeped at Vincent's father. "Maybe we should wait a little while before we clarify. They are too young to know if it suits them or not."

"That's a good idea. We'll wait. But, I want them to continue to meet."

"It's not a problem. Y/N will come here after school and do homework with Vincent." You stared at your father, surprised. Then, you turned your head to Vincent. He had the same reaction as you. And, you knew that your relationship would never be the same again.

-------------------------

Translate French-English :

mon ami : my friend

Bonjour : Good afternoon/Hello

la petite princesse : the little princess

mon petit lapin : my bunny

mon petit coeur : my little sweetheart

[lint-beetle4]

Ooo, May I have a Sandy x female reader where it goes from fluff to smut. It can go like how reader fell in love with Sha Wujing but was heartbroken when he died but now is reincarnated as Sandy. The reader wants to stay away to not get her feelings her cause he's mortal and he'll eventually die but Sandy sees something wrong with her. Maybe after a year or sometime they eventually do get together.🥰

❤️Hope u stay safe and healthy❤️

Swaying Tides (Sandy X Fem!Reader, Fluff, Angst and a Smidge of Lime)

(Anon, I'm so sorry, but I couldn't fit the smut in. I hope this lime pleases you!)

As an immortal, you knew not to get too close with mortals

They were such fragile things, affected by the sands of time

Yet you? You were beyond such things. You had all the time in the world, witnessing the evolution of man and the growth of gods

You were content being alone, but unfortunately, you came to serve the celestial realm as a messenger of Guanyin

You had been told to collect a monk and his lackeys and aid them in their journey west

Dutifully, you did so, meeting the funny little mortals--and Wukong

One of them intrigued you though, a water demon by the name Sha Wujing

Cast down from heaven and forced to eat people to survive, you saw the gentle nature of the demon emerging from his powerful exterior

He was honest, good man, you had to admit

Soft yet strong and filled with enough wit to question the world around him

Time went on and before the journey's end, you two confessed your love in the silence of a moon-lit night

While you couldn't explore each other's body--such is the way of Tang's principals--, it seldom mattered as you two became inseparable, love-sick smiles on your faces as you faced the journey west with confident strides

You never smiled so widely again as you found your lover's body on the ground, honor draping over his still corpse as his spirit left

Time marched forward with you alone, Sun Wukong had gone off to his subjects, pushing you to join him

He eventually met his successor, and you eventually met the familiar eyes of your past lover, his gentle features and rugged body all the same yet different

It was truly him. You gaped at the giant before you, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity.

You quickly composed yourself, slightly bowing to the tall demon.

"Ah, sorry--you just look like someone I knew, but--" You muttered under your breath, "You're not him."

"Oh--well," The blue demon perked up happily, a wide smile on his face. "That's no problem! My name is Sandy. What's yours?"

You shook his hand, nostalgia filling your chest is his larger hand enveloped yours. It was warm, tender, able to break your bones easy yet too afraid to more than a gentle squeeze. You held back a sigh, watching as Wukong's student dragged him away for something.

"Looks just like that him, yeah?" You jumped at Wukong's voice, head snapping to see him with sad eyes. "They're all here again--united like we once were."

"Yet, they're all different." You sighed. "We're lucky in that sense. To be here with them again is--"

"A blessing." Wukong finished for you, "You should try talking to him. He might not be your Wujing, but he's still the same gentle giant you knew."

You hoped to the gods that he stayed the same.

Sandy was probably more compassionate than his past life, impossibly so.

"That must've been so hard to deal with." He spoke sadly, hands holding yours. "To deal with the loss of a loved one is such a painful thing for you to overcome. You truly are as strong as Wukong says."

His words hit you just as hard, filled with wisdom only a a life of hardship could grant a person. You cried in his chest as you recalled the way your lover passed, and Sandy was there for you all the same.

Your heart yearned for your Sha Wujing, but slowly, as months passed to years, you learned to love Sandy, to make more room in your heart for a man who was different than your lover in many ways.

Sandy was calmer, more gentle, and a loving cat owner.

Mo seemed to like you quite well, enthusiastically greeting you during your visits to Sandy's boat. You ended up helping Sandy on his boat as well, learning the art to a soothing tea. With plentiful smooches and cuddle sessions, you grew comfortable with your lover as you did before.

The thought of his mortality scared you, you admitted to Sandy late at night after fun conversations and bountiful laughter.

"I understand." Sandy sighed. "You'll have to see me die one day."

The blue demon turned to you, arms embracing you warmly. "But, I've never been so happy so spend my life with you. I hope that one day, we'll be united again in other life."

"I'll be waiting." You laugh sadly. "You're such a wonderful man. I'm happy enough to have this moment to remember."

"Smart thinking." Sandy praised, kissing you on the forehead. "Focusing on the present lets you ground yourself to the here-and-now."

"The most important moment of all." You grin, your lips softly melting into Sandy's.

Sandy reciprocated with tender passion, his tongue exploring your mouth while you removed your clothing, feeling his hands cup your face with a loving gaze.

"Can I?"

He always asked despite never needing to. It made you giddy inside.

"Of course," You hummed, smile never leaving your face as your hands guided his lower, to your breast. "Take your time now. I want to remember this moment for eternity."

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Pomegranate Ink: XIV

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: The beginning of the new school year leads to reunions with some familiar faces.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.1k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: uhh rare pomegranate ink update ig

“You really don’t have to do this,” Yuta said, staring at the envelope in your hands so intensely you wondered if he thought he could burn it with his glare.

“How am I supposed to reach grade one status if I never go on any supervised missions? It’ll be fine. I doubt the higher ups or Gojo would let me be with someone as dumb and useless as Naoya, and worst comes to worst, there’s always Tullia Ex Machina,” you said, referring to how Tullia had drank your poisoned blood so that you could survive the attack from the cursed spirit you and Naoya had had to fight during your last supervised mission.

“Don’t rely on that!” Yuta said.

“I was just kidding. But, really, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you said, patting him on the shoulder and then tearing the envelope open. You were surprised that the mission directions had come by mail instead of digitally, as they usually did, but maybe whoever you were reporting to was old fashioned.

“Who’s taking you?” he said. You actually gagged aloud as you read over the letter.

“Fucking Principal Gakuganji!” you said. Yuta made a similar face to yours.

“I’m sorry to hear it,” he said. The principal of the Kyoto school was nothing like Principal Yaga; in fact, Principal Gakuganji had been one of the ones pushing the hardest for Yuta’s execution, back when he still had Rika. You knew him very well as the representation of everything you hated about jujutsu society and the higher ups, and as you were trying to break free from that whole scene, it was all in all not the greatest match up.

“Whatever, I guess I’ll just have to deal with it,” you said. “Would you say this is better or worse than Naoya?”

“Hm, probably better, if only because Gakuganji respects the hierarchies of jujutsu society at least a bit. He probably won’t let you get hurt, because the Kamos and your own family would be furious. Naoya’s a Zenin, so he was at least able to get away with a little bit due to his family’s protection, but Gakuganji can’t claim the same. That said, both are annoying. Why don’t they just let you go with Principal Yaga or Gojo?” Yuta said.

“I actually don’t know,” you said. “I mean, Nanami and Kaito aren’t allowed to supervise me because they’re the ones that gave my recommendation, but there’s no reason why Gojo or Principal Yaga couldn’t. Even Kusakabe, who’s now our direct teacher, can technically take me along with him if he wants. Those three just aren’t able to recommend me for promotion, but since I’ve already gotten the recommendation…”

“Weird,” Yuta said. “I can ask them about it while you’re gone.”

“I’d appreciate it if you would, thanks,” you said. “Knowing my luck, it’s probably some political nonsense blocking them.”

“When will those dumb old men leave you alone?” Yuta sighed.

“Probably never,” you said. “It’s sad, but as long as I have the capability to heal others, they won’t let me go. I’m too valuable to their cause, and because my family is so entrenched in their power structure, they think I’ll eventually fold and join them.”

Something uncomfortable arose on Yuta’s face. “By the way, speaking of such things…”

“Hm? Is something the matter?” you said. He began to fiddle with the two rings on his finger, a nervous habit he had picked up in recent times.

“Y/N,” he said, and then suddenly he was gripping your hand so tightly it was a wonder it did not break. “If I had to go somewhere far away, would you break up with me?”

“Huh? Why are you asking me that?” you said, taken aback. “That’s not really related to what we were talking about earlier at all.”

“Just answer. Please,” he said.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, if you went somewhere far away and stopped talking to me entirely, I guess it would happen naturally…but I would miss you very dearly, and I would not find a new man until I knew for certain that you did not want me anymore,” you said.

“Oh,” he said. “That’s a relief.”

“Is there a reason you’re asking me that, or are we just at the point in our relationship that we ask each other weird questions? Because if so, I have to know: would you still love me if I was a worm?” you said.

“Obviously,” he said. “And no, it’s not hypothetical. Gojo wants to send me to Africa.”

You paused, tilting your head so that you could really look at him and discern whether he was telling the truth or not. His expression was carefully neutral, only barely hinting at the despair broiling beneath the surface, and he was such a bad liar that you knew this was not a falsehood.

“Africa’s a big continent,” you said. “Did he specify a country? At least a region?”

“No,” Yuta said.

“He wouldn’t,” you said with a sigh. “How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to train with some sorcerer contact he has in the area, don’t ask me which area, I don’t know, and I guess it’s until that sorcerer thinks I’ve learned all I can from him,” he said.

“I see,” you said. “And you’re worried I’ll find someone new while you’re in some as-of-yet-unknown-African country?”

“A little bit,” he admitted.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you said with a frown.

“It’s not that I think you would, it’s just…I am afraid,” he said.

“You shouldn’t be,” you said. He gave you one of his looks, those wounded-deer ones that made you want to hold him tightly and tell him it would be alright, but since you had no idea when you would be interrupted by someone or another, you settled for squeezing his hand. “Really, Yuta, I’m being honest. I know you’re scared, but distance is the easiest opponent we’ve had to face by far. What is an ocean to Suguru Geto?”

He let out a surprised yet delighted laugh. “Well! I’d say it’s something.”

“But not more than we can face. We can video call every day, and you can tell me all about how much you’re learning and all of the sunshine you’re enjoying,” you said, using your other hand to poke him in the ribs. “You worry too much. It will be fun! Think of it positively.”

“What will you do while I’m away?” he said, though he was not nearly as morose anymore.

“I’ll train,” you said. “Exorcise curses. Spar with Maki. Complain about the higher ups. Get enough supervised missions in so that I can become an official grade 1 sorcerer.”

“Do you think I should go?” he said.

“Of course I think you should go. I will miss you, but you can’t pass up an opportunity like this,” you said. “Maybe I’ll be a grade 1 by the time we meet again!”

“I bet you will be,” he said. “You’re the coolest sorcerer ever.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then I probably shouldn’t keep Principal Gakuganji waiting for too long. There’s no sense in making him cranky — I doubt he’s pleased with my promotion as it is,” you said.

“Good luck,” he said, glancing at the door and then leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “Don’t let him bully you.”

“Of course not,” you said. “And you should get to packing. You don’t want to forget stuff, and I’m sure if you know about the trip, it means you have to go soon. Gojo…is not the type to give advance warning for just about anything.”

“You’re right,” Yuta said with a sour face. “See you later.”

“See you!” you said, humming to yourself as you headed towards the meet-up spot Principal Gakuganji had indicated in the letter. You still thought it was a little ridiculous that he insisted on communicating via letter for something so important, but you supposed it was just one of those idiosyncrasies that old people tended to have.

“Y/N L/N,” Principal Gakuganji said in that wheezing voice of his that you so detested. You fought back a frown, wishing that for once you could have someone supervising you that you actually liked, or at the least tolerated.

“Principal Gakuganji,” you said. He motioned for you to follow him, which you did your best to do without completely overtaking him. As expected, he moved at a sedate pace, and you had to purposefully shorten your stride so that he could keep up, which you would’ve rolled your eyes at if you hadn’t already made an enemy of your first supervisor.

“You’ve given that young man Naoya a lot of trouble,” he said.

“He’s the one who’s given me trouble!” you snapped. “I almost died because of him! I would’ve died, if it weren’t for Tullia. How can you say that I’m the troublesome one?”

“We both know he wouldn’t have let you actually die. Here you are, perfectly fine and going on your second mission, and his entire future’s been ruined. After all, he’s been suspended, and even once the suspension’s complete, it’ll take a while for him to regain people’s respect,” Principal Gakuganji said.

“He doesn’t deserve respect. He knowingly put a young sorcerer at risk, and for what? Personal amusement? He should be expelled from jujutsu society, if you ask me. Why is it that it would be a greater crime for me to cheat on Noritoshi than for Naoya to try and kill me?” you said as you entered the mission site and Principal Gakuganji put down a veil. It was a small school, reminiscent of the one where you had met Yuta, and the reminder only made you feel even more irritated with the principal and with the situation at large. How dare he demand that you feel sympathy for Naoya? It ought to be the other way around.

“You are weak,” Principal Gakuganji said. “You have relatively little to offer jujutsu society. That is to say, you are expendable — besides your massive aptitude for healing, which you refuse to tap into. It’s strange, you know, that you are so mediocre at fighting yet you insist on contributing in that way instead of giving in to your natural place in society. Then, to add insult to injury, you have taken one of the actually talented sorcerers out of commission in your desperate attempt to prove yourself. In truth, Miss L/N, I believe you should quit now before you get someone else killed. Maybe you don’t care about Naoya, or about me, but what about your precious friends? What if your incompetence leads to one of their deaths? That special-grade freak boy. The American girl. The panda or the Inumaki heir. What about Maki Zenin? If it was her who died, would you care?”

“Dissection,” you said coldly, hurling the needle towards Principal Gakuganji. His eyes widened, but it flew harmlessly above him and into the heart of the curse which had arisen behind him. The curse exploded, and the veil shattered as the being it had been made to contain was exorcised. “Principal Gakuganji, you should pay more attention to your surroundings. Have you been checked for dementia recently? Perhaps you should be. After all, anyone in their right mind would know that I was promoted for a reason.”

“Miss L/N!” Principal Gakuganji said. “You would do well to revere your elders.”

“And you would do well to know not to talk about them like that. I don’t want to hear it,” you said. “The next time you mention my friends — the next time you even dare to say Maki’s name — I will aim my needle a little lower, and I will not miss.” You turned to leave before pausing and looking back at him, bowing slightly. “Thank you for accompanying me on this mission. I am sure that my act of saving your life and exorcising the curse alone will be enough to earn your recommendation, and I look forward to serving alongside you as a grade one sorcerer one day.”

That summer was busy. Yuta left, but it was such a non-event that you almost did not comprehend it. You wanted to miss him, but you did not have the time to, not when the higher-ups were working you to the bone in an attempt to delay your promotion. The same was happening to Todo — you both were far too young to be traditionally considered Grade 1 sorcerers, so they were doing everything they could to stop you from advancing in the ranks before you promised to be compliant.

But compliance was not in Todo’s nature, and it was no longer the cloak you wished to don. Whether by luck or skill or particularly understanding mentors, you and Todo continued to grow closer and closer to that one final goal of yours, the one where you finally joined the upper echelons of jujutsu society. Recommendation after recommendation, they began to stack up, and it became something like a game for those inclined to betting. Who would be promoted first? You or him?

Maybe that was why you were called together to jujutsu headquarters, a joke by the higher ups, just another attempt in their long history at pissing sorcerers off. Or maybe it was like a kind of poetry, that you had been recommended together and thus would be promoted together. Either way, two weeks before the term began, you and Todo became official first grade sorcerers, making you the youngest in recent history.

“It seems our competition has come to a close,” Todo said as you walked together, you casually sipping on the drink he had bought for you.

“I guess that’s true,” you said.

“There’s no goal for us anymore. What do we do with ourselves? I don’t want our rivalry to end!” he said. You tossed your empty cup in the trash can and frowned when you saw he was furiously wiping away tears.

“Aw, Todo, there’s always goals. Just because we’re Grade 1 sorcerers doesn’t mean we’re at our peaks yet, which means we still have a long way to go before we can put our rivalry to rest,” you said. He burst into sobs, so you reached up and hugged him, patting his back.

“Y/N, I am so proud to — to call a woman like you my counterpart!” he wailed, picking you up and holding you tightly.

“I’m proud to call you my counterpart, too,” you said, unfortunately well-used to his antics by now and even more well-used to the strange looks you always garnered from passersby.

Todo was a little strange, but at the end of the day, he was the kind of person you knew you could rely on. You had learned very quickly that such people were few and far in between, and so you had resolved to cling on to him with all of your might. For his part, he was delighted to have someone who entertained his antics, so he was fiercely loyal to you, and his affection was only outweighed by his zeal in trying to defeat you.

“How has Okkotsu been, anyways?” he said. You smiled slightly.

“He’s been very good,” you said. Todo elbowed you in the side; coming from him, it all but bowled you over, or at least it would’ve if you hadn’t expected it and braced yourself for the impact.

“He’ll be back to compete in the exchange event, won’t he? I need to redeem myself for last year,” he said.

“You don’t want to redeem yourself for your loss against me?” you said. He grinned.

“Of course I’ll do that as well, but since you’re my rival, it only makes sense that you’ll beat me every now and then. There’s no shame in losing to you,” he said.

“There’s not really any shame in losing to Yuta, either, I mean he is a special grade sorcerer,” you said. Todo shook his head.

“That’s exactly it. If I can defeat him, then I will truly have proven myself in a way that no one can argue with,” he said.

“I think you’re out of luck, unfortunately,” you said. “He’s not going to be back for a while, I’m afraid.”

“Make him return. Use your special love powers or something to bring him back!” Todo said. You gave him a dull look and wished Yuta had never named you as his type of woman back during the last exchange event. Recently, Todo had figured out that it was not just that you were Yuta’s type but that you were actually together, and ever since then, he had been relentless in teasing you about it.

“I don’t have special love powers, so you’re just going to have to be content with fighting me and the rest of the first and second years,” you said.

“Not even the third years?” Todo said, aghast. You shook your head.

“Nope, they were all suspended, remember? I have no idea what they’re up to now, but whatever it is, they won’t be at the event,” you said. “That’s why we’re going to have to drag the first years into it. Whoever they are.”

“You’re going to be at such a disadvantage,” Todo said with a disapproving scowl. “Fighting with people you barely know! Normally, you get at least a year to become acquainted with your classmates and team members, so you understand their strengths and weaknesses intimately, but this year, you’ll be fighting with first years! Not only will you not know their skills, they themselves won’t!”

“It worked well enough for Yuta and I last year,” you said. “Don’t forget that a couple of first years beat you back then.”

“Yeah, true,” Todo said, and then he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “But I’m sure the two of you knew each other more than intimately by that point.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, smacking his bicep, which had all the effect of slapping a rock wall in that it probably hurt you more than it hurt him. “That’s not true. We were just the better team then, and we’ll be the better team again this year. Even without Yuta, you all are going to have to contend with Maki.”

“Maki Zenin?” Todo said. “I’m told she’s a weakling.”

“Whoever told you that was wrong,” you said, though without the typical anger you felt when people spoke about Maki in that way. Todo was, if anything, a fair man, and you knew he wouldn’t make such assumptions about Maki if he actually knew her. He could only parrot what he had heard until this point, and it wasn’t his fault that the only people in Kyoto who knew about her hated her.

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said. “And I will be prepared to fight this woman that you think so highly of.”

“As if you’ll get a chance,” you said with a grin. “Remember, I’ll be there, too. Who cares about the rest of the participants? They’ll duke it out as they do every year. The fight to watch, the fight that’ll determine the match — that’ll be ours.”

Todo nodded. “True. It’s been far too long since we’ve faced off. The thought of our next battle will carry me through the days until we meet again.”

“We can still meet, idiot,” you said, rolling your eyes affectionately. “I expect you to visit when you can and buy me dinner.”

“My, my,” Todo said. “Demanding!”

“It’s the price you pay for having lost to me at the exchange event. If you win the next one, I’ll pay for you for the rest of the year,” you said, offering him your hand. He took it and shook it firmly.

“Very well! And if you win again, things will continue as they have?” he said, referring to your habit of making him buy you something every time the two of you hung out.

“It sounds like a deal to me,” you said.

“Then to me as well,” he said.

“Since we just made that deal, I would like for you to know that I’m hungry,” you said.

“I just bought you a drink!” Todo said. You batted your eyelashes.

“It’s the price which a loser must pay,” you said.

“Fine,” he grumbled out. “But only because I’m hungry, too.”

“Yay!” you cheered.

“I’m going to drain your bank account once you lose the next event, by the way!”

“As if I’d ever lose to you!”

Returning to the school after the summer break was more like coming home than leaving it in the first place had ever been. The instant you saw your room, still exactly the same as it had been when you had last shut the door on it, you almost burst into tears. Tossing the curtains open, you closed your eyes, allowing the sunshine to warm your skin, the pleasant scent of the candles you always lit filling your nose again for the first time in a while.

“Someone’s happy to be back,” a familiar voice said. You opened your eyes and spun on your heel, beaming when you saw who it was.

“Tullia!” you said, racing over and throwing your arms around her, an embrace which she reciprocated just as tightly. Shortly after the entire debacle with Naoya and Elakshi, Tullia had gone back to America to spend time with her family. She had only flown back into Tokyo yesterday, so this was your first time seeing her since her departure, and a knot in your stomach that you had not even known existed unraveled at the reunion.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said. “I saw you walk into your room, but I wanted to give you a minute to settle in before I stopped by. Maki and the others just went to eat, but I told them I’d wait for you.”

“Thanks,” you said. “Should we go meet up with them, then?”

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

“So, how was your summer, Miss Beach Body?” you said. She grinned, subconsciously running a hand through hair highlighted by the sun’s rays and the salt of the ocean.

“It was great,” she said. “I just spent the entire time relaxing. You’d be jealous of the amount of books I read while lying in the sand.”

“I’m quite sure I would be,” you said with a frown, thinking back to the utter lack of relaxation you had had this summer before internally shrugging. Next summer, you would take time off for sure. And by then Yuta would be back — maybe you both could go on a vacation together.

“At least you’re finally a grade 1 sorcerer!” she said. “That’s so official sounding. I can’t believe one of my best friends is a grade 1 sorcerer.”

“And one of the others is a semi-grade 1,” you said. Tullia’s face lit up.

“Toge! I forgot about that! I’ll have to congratulate him on the promotion,” she said. “That’s so awesome. Maybe he’ll be official, soon, too.”

“It’s likely,” you said. “He’s a really talented sorcerer.”

The corners of her lips curved up slightly as she stared at the ground. “He is, isn’t he?”

“You aren’t far behind,” you said, making a mental note of the development. “As long as you perform as well at the next exchange event as you did last Christmas, you’ll definitely get enough recommendations to be promoted.”

“You can count on it,” she said, clenching her fist. “You know, I talked a lot with my parents while I was at home. I was so hurt when they made me come here, but now — now I understand why they did it. I’m not so angry at them anymore. I just want to make them proud, and if becoming a first grade sorcerer is how I can prove that I’m not a waste, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“You’re not a waste either way,” you said, wondering how productive her conversation with her parents had actually been, based on what she was saying, “But I’ll support you in whatever you do.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said. You paused as you reached the wing of the school where the teachers’ offices were, and then you turned to Tullia.

“Do you mind if I duck in here really quickly?” you said. She let out a laugh, likely knowing exactly what your business was in the part of the school that you rarely visited.

“Not at all. Do you want me to wait?” she said. You shook your head.

“No, go ahead without me,” you said. “You have someone to congratulate, after all.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she opened her mouth to protest before shutting it again and nodding firmly, giving you a thumbs up.

“I’ll do that,” she said.

“See you soon!” you said, waving at her before turning and heading in the opposite direction, first walking and then running towards the office you knew would have its door slightly ajar, music wafting into the hallway as its owner worked — maybe it would be Taylor Swift, he had really been getting into her the last you had heard.

“You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt! And I got that — Y/N?” Gojo stopped singing and yelped in surprise when you burst into his office, his stack of papers falling to the ground and fluttering about everywhere. You took no heed of them, leaping over the ones that seemed particularly important and crashing into him in excitement.

“Gojo!” you said. “I’m a grade 1 sorcerer now!”

“Yes, you are!” he said, ruffling your hair as you leaned against his chest, cognizant of the fact that he had turned his Infinity off at the last moment to catch you and feeling a burst of affection towards him for the fact. “However, you know I knew that already, right?”

“But this is the first time I’ve gotten to see you in person since it happened,” you explained. “I wanted to tell you myself.”

“Of course,” he said. “I’m very proud of you.”

It was nice to hear that from him. Even though Gojo wasn’t directly your teacher anymore, he was still the man who had helped you become a sorcerer, the one who had rescued you from your destiny as nothing more than Noritoshi’s wife. He was like your older brother, so for him to say that he was proud of you made you feel uncharacteristically pleased.

“It’s been so long since I've seen you last,” you said. “I wish the higher ups wouldn’t always send you and Yuta away so far. It doesn’t seem fair.”

“That’s what happens when you’re the strongest,” he said with a long-suffering sigh, stooping over to gather up the papers he had dropped and pressing the pause button on his phone. “Have the two of you stayed in touch?”

“Yes, naturally,” you said, sitting down in the extra seat across from him. “We talk on the phone almost every day. But it’s not the same. I miss him. It’s nice to be seeing everyone else again, but it also feels wrong, because he should be here too.”

“You’ll get to see him again soon,” Gojo assured him. “He’s not in Africa forever.”

“Speaking of,” you said with a frown. “You know Africa isn’t a monolith, right? There’s, like, so many countries and regions in the continent. Do you even know which one he’s in?”

“Obviously I do. Miguel told me to be as vague as possible when referring to his location, though, to avoid leading curse users to his village,” he said. “That’s why I just say he’s in Africa.”

“Oh, that…actually makes sense,” you allowed. You supposed even Gojo had his intelligent and considerate moments every now and then.

“Thank you,” he said dryly, obviously not at all grateful for your lack of faith in him. Despite this, he slid a cup of tea across his desk, nodding at it before settling back in his own chair, pushing his papers neatly aside and resting his chin in his hands. You picked it up and blew on the surface, the steam billowing away from you until the tea was cool enough for you to take a sip.

“It’s good,” you said when it was obvious that he was waiting for your approval. He smiled slightly.

“That’s good,” he said. “How have you been, Y/N?”

“I've been well enough,” you said. He hummed in thought.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “Still friends with Maki?”

“Maki? Of course I am,” you said. “I’ll always be friends with her.”

He swallowed. “I hope that’s the case.”

“Do you think we won’t be?” you said, put out by his response. To your further chagrin, he did not correct you immediately, mulling your question over for a moment.

“The future is unpredictable,” he said. “That said, I think it will take a lot for the two of you to break apart. I don’t see it happening anytime soon.”

“It won’t happen at all,” you said stubbornly. “Yuta and Maki and Tullia and Toge and Panda and I are going to be friends for the rest of our lives.”

“You’re right,” he said, and then he exhaled heavily. “Ignore me. Sometimes I say things without really meaning them. This is one of those times; I’m just reminiscing, that's all.”

“Alright,” you said. Then, tentatively, you set down your cup and reached out your hands so that you could place them atop his own, half-thinking that he’d keep his Infinity on and you’d be stopped in the process. But he did not. “You always turn your Infinity off for me, don’t you? Why is that?”

“I don’t see you as a threat,” he said. “Maybe it’s not that I turn it off for you but that I turn it on for everything else.”

“I see,” you said. A moment passed before you spoke again. “Do you miss —?”

“No,” he said instantly. “That’s a foolish thing to think, much less say aloud. Why would I?”

“He was your best friend,” you said. “Principal Yaga mentioned it during one of the missions he supervised me on. It’s not foolish to believe you’d miss him. If I lost Maki like that, I’d still miss her.”

“I’m fine,” Gojo said, and then he pulled his hands away from you and stood up. “Enough talking about me. There’s someone I’d like for you to meet.”

“Really?” you said, mirroring his actions and following him out the door. “Who?”

His expression morphed into a devilish grin. “The boy I’ve been telling you about since the day I met you, of course!”

“Oh no,” you said, dread creeping up your spine. “Don’t tell me you’re taking me to meet who I think you’re taking me to meet!”

“I think I am taking you to meet who you think I’m taking you to meet!” he said cheerfully. “That’s right, after all of this time, I’m finally introducing you to Megumi Fushiguro!”

[beardedmrbean]

Teacher Debra Rosenquist, works at the Terryville Road Elementary School in the Brookhaven-Comsewogue School District, and was named along with the superintendent, Jennifer J. Quinn, and the principal, Annemarie V. Sciove, in a suit filed on Jan. 23. 

The suit claims the student, who was assigned female at birth and identifies as female, was targeted by her teacher, Rosenquist, throughout the 2021-2022 school year. Rosenquist began to use a male name and pronouns for the student, the suit says. The plaintiff student and parents' anonymity were maintained in the lawsuit. 

"As a result, [the student] became confused as to her gender. Despite knowing about Rosenquist’s conduct…, it took the District, [Superintendent] Quinn, and [Principal] Sciove months to inform [her parents] about it," the suit said. 

TEACHER PRESENTS TO KIDS THAT NINTENDO CHARACTERS HAVE SEXUAL-GENDER IDENTITIES: 'PEACH IS A MASSIVE LESBIAN'

"Rosenquist pursued her own agenda outside the curriculum, which included persuading her 5th-grade students to try ‘being gay’ or being another gender even when they were not. To further her agenda, Rosenquist read and provided her students graphic books about gender and sexuality which were not on the curriculum," the suit said. 

The district admitted in a meeting with the parents "that they had no idea Rosenquist taught from a book about LGBTQ+ individuals that was not part of the curriculum and how detailed the book was about transitioning, surgery, and hormones." One of the books Rosenquist used was "When Aidan Became a Brother," the lawsuit said.

CHRISTIAN TEACHER LOSES JOB AFTER REFUSING TO DECEIVE PARENTS ON KIDS' GENDER TRANSITIONS: 'FROM THE DEVIL'

In the book, Aidan's mother admits she made a mistake misgendering her son, saying, "When you were born, we didn't know you were going to be our son. We made some mistakes, but you helped us fix them."

The parents were supportive of supporting their child discovering their identity, but they did not believe their daughter expressed a desire to change her gender on her own. "[The parents] were incredibly concerned about the well-being of their 9-year-old daughter. They have and will always support [their child] but worried that [she] was being persuaded by Rosenquist to be transgender when she had not expressed any such inclination."

"Debra Rosenquist manipulated a pre-teen female into changing her gender identity when the child did not feel any inclination to do so," the parents' attorney, Debra L. Wabnik, Esq., told Fox News. "The parents did not learn about what Rosenquist was forcing upon their daughter until it was discovered that the child had suicidal ideations."

"The psychological and social damage Rosenquist caused this child and her family was immense. Incredibly, the District still has Rosenquist in the classroom where she can similarly harm other innocent children," Wabnik added. 

NONBINARY TEACHER BOASTS ON CHANGING STUDENTS' GENDERS WITHOUT PARENTS KNOWING: 'THEY NEED PROTECTION'

The 5th-grade girl became so "distressed by Rosenquist’s referring to her as a male that she drew a picture of a girl and referenced suicide," the lawsuit said. In January 2022, the parents were informed that their daughter drew a picture of a girl with the words "I wanna kill myself" and "I feel sad like a lot."

Rosenquist also encouraged her classroom to "try being gay" or "try being a boy (if they were a girl) or girl (if they were a boy)," the lawsuit said. It added that the Brookhaven-Comsewogue School District was aware of her actions, as they were believed to have been reported to the District.

Superintendent Quinn released a statement to Fox News, which said, "After a thorough investigation and consultation with our attorney, action is [being] taken in accordance with applicable laws and collective bargaining agreements. Please be assured that this has been done."

Quinn said she was limited on what she could comment on because it was a matter of pending litigation. 

"However, whenever we receive a complaint regarding any employee, it is immediately investigated to determine whether disciplinary action is appropriate. The Comsewogue School District fosters a caring atmosphere conducive to learning free of any behaviors violative of our goal of dignity for all students. The health, safety and welfare of our students and staff are always the district’s top priority." 

If you are having thoughts of suicide, call or text 988 to reach the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, or go to SpeakingOfSuicide.com/resources for a list of additional resources.

[keketopia]

Tamaki Amajiki x Female Reader with Depression

This fanfic is going to be a sad one, but there is going to be a happy ending at the end. Trust me ;)

TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Self Harming, Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Bullying, Attempted Murder, Mentions of Abuse

All right, let's go :D

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You were not having a great day, well not like every other day was great.

You've spent your entire life in hell. You frequently question whether you were born unlucky.

Everything has been a disaster ever since you were born. Since you were a baby, your father has been absent, so your mother has raised you. It didn't get any better despite that, though. She was mentally unstable.

When you were seven years old, your mother tried to drown you in a bathtub but mercifully let you go. She suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. You broke out of your house and raced to your neighbor's next door.

The next thing you know, your mother had been placed in a mental hospital, due to being declared "unfit to raise a child". While you were placed in foster care.

Your foster family didn't treat you any better; they were appalling. They would consistently favor their biological children over you and ignore you in favor of playing favorites. They would verbally and occasionally physically abuse you. They threatened to return you to the foster care system and would constantly remind you that you were a foster child. It was very clear that they only promised to take care of you for money.

Not only do you get mistreatment at home, but at school too. Students would pick on you from time to time. And it gets worse every day. It first started with insults, then stealing, and then escalated to full-on violence.

Every time someone is being bullied, they always advise you to tell an adult about it, but the adults do nothing and simply turn a blind eye. You complained to the principal, a teacher, and even your foster parents, but nothing was done. Your foster parents...well, they don't really care. The teacher would just tell them to stop, the principal would just give them detention.

The bullying just keeps getting worse and worse. You thought they would learn your lesson after your bullies got detention but no, they just got angrier. They absolutely made sure your life was a living hell. They would gang up on you and beat you up, leaving bruises all over your body. They would write profanities on your desk in class, telling you such crude words.

"BITCH"

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE!"

"DIE!!"

"SLUT"

"I HOPE YOU DIE"

"YOU BETTER WATCH OUT"

"KNOW YOUR PLACE"

"WORTHLESS"

"GET LOST"

"NO ONE LOVES YOU"

"EVERYONE HATES YOU"

Who in their right mind would say such things to another human being? It truly wasn't a surprise that you experienced depression. Your mind was clouded, and you heard voices in your head urging you to do harmful actions, and you did so.

...and you were sick of it...

Now here you were, standing on a high bridge. You lean onto the railing, looking at the water and the view of the city.

"The view is so beautiful...too bad I won't be able to see it much longer..." You thought to yourself.

As you stared off into the bright sky, memories of your life started to flash. The memory of your mother curled into a ball in the corner of the room, repeating "It's not my fault" to herself as if she's losing her sanity.

The memory of you and your foster family at a restaurant, watching as their biological kids enjoyed their milkshake and pancakes while you on the other hand got eggs, even though you also wanted pancakes and a milkshake.

The memory of your foster parents when they laughed at you when you mentioned that you were being picked on at school, saying "Don’t be so sensitive"

The memory of your bullies when they cornered you in the bathroom and beat the living hell out of you and said "Just a reminder that nobody loves you and nobody ever will, you'll just be alone and grow up to be a nobody. You should do the world a favor and get lost while you're at it" Before laughing their butt off as they walked out, leaving you in a bloody pulp.

The memory of your foster father banging your head against the wall when you came home from school.

The memory of you in your bedroom with a razor blade in your hand as you put the sharp blade on your skin and slowly moved it, making a perfect, bloody line on your arm.

And finally, the memory of your birth mother, drowning you in the bathtub.

As that memory flashed in your head, you look down at your arms, both in bandages as you recently harmed yourself. You looked back up and closed your eyes.

"Maybe they were right...I don't deserve to be here"

You opened your eyes and looked down at the water.

"I should end my life the same way my mother tried to do years ago, but failed as she couldn't bring the heart to do it. Honestly, she should've killed me, I would grow up to be a nobody anyway"

You took a deep breath as you were mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do, you never thought it would come to this, but hey, life sure is surprising.

As you went back about your past, you knew you had made the right decision, you didn't want to live like this anymore. You were tired of your foster family using you for money. You were tired of the non-ending insults and beatings you received from them and your bullies. You were tired of feeling like a piece of shit. You were tired of falling apart. You just want it to end.

You were about to climb over the railing when you spot someone walking. They stopped and looked at you for a split second before deciding to stand right next to you and lean onto the railing.

You immediately stopped what you were doing, you didn't want anyone to witness you about to jump off of a bridge. You wanted to go back home but remembered what's to come when you go there, so you stayed and waited patiently for the person to go away so you can finish what you were doing.

You both didn't talk, you just admired the view. You glance at this person, he was a boy about your age, he had messy indigo hair which sticks out behind his head, and ears that were very pointy, somewhat elf-like. You recognize this boy, he went to the same school as you, and although you weren't in the same class as him, you'd sometimes spot him in the hallway hanging around that blonde kid.

You were a little bit frustrated that this elf-looking kid was interrupting your death, but it's not like you can just say "Hey, so I was in the middle of killing myself, if you could just please leave and don't tell anyone, that would be great"

"H-Hello..."

You were taken aback when the boy suddenly spoke to you, even though you don't know him, you heard from other students that he is known to be quite shy and usually doesn't start up conversations.

"Hi..." You replied, not looking at him.

"I-I didn't know you come here, I-I usually come here f-for comfort whenever I need to feel s-safe"

"Yeah, I always come here just to view the city, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay," You said as you frowned. This was the first time you came here, you only came to get one last look at the city of Musutafu before you were about to take the leap of faith.

"Aren't you t-that girl that got milk poured all o-over you at the cafeteria today?" He asked.

Your body froze at that. Your mind instantly went back to when your bullies took your carton of milk from your lunch tray and poured it all over your head, leaving you soaking wet as they laughed at you.

"Yeah, why? You want to laugh at me and say how much of a loser I am"

"N-No! That is not my intention! I'm not that kind of person!" He finally looked at you.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how those girls treated you, y-you don't deserve that"

You scoffed, "You're just saying that to make me feel better"

"No, I'm saying that because I feel bad for you! I pity you!"

"Who cares? I'm worthless anyway, I don't even know why I thought things would get better"

"N-No! You're not worthless! Y-You're amazing! Even though I barely know you, I know you're a w-wonderful person with big dreams that I know you're gonna accomplish, who cares if others are too self-absorbed to see that"

You were shocked by what he was saying, nobody has ever said something nice to you before. Your whole life you've been given insults left & right, but this was new.

"You really mean that?"

"Y-Yes! I mean everything I said. You don't deserve to be treated as anything less than a human. You deserve to be treated how you want to be treated"

Tears started to form in your eyes, this was the first time someone has ever comforted you, was this what it's like to be liked by someone, if so, please don't let it end.

"A-And to think that those girls want to be heroes, last time I checked, heroes don't pick on i-innocent people and beat them up for no reason, they're better off to be seen as v-villains."

Out of nowhere, you hugged him. This took the shy elf boy by surprise as he wasn't expecting you to react like that. He blushed before hugging you back. He knew he did something right, he snapped you out of your bad thoughts and brought good ones into your head.

You, on the other hand, were crying on his shoulder, you were in so much pain, you just wanted someone who cares for you and loves you. I guess God answer your prayers and brought an angel to help you out.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I wanted someone to say that to me all my life!"

"Y-Your w-welcome. Don't listen to what anybody says. You keep your head up high and focus on yourself. I will be there for you every step of the w-way"

You broke the hug. "By the way, I never caught your name"

"Tamaki Amajiki"

"Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" You smiled.

The rest of the day, you chatted with Tamaki, you've talked about heroes, your hero names, your quirks, what you can do, etc. But in the end, you both parted ways. You went back home to your foster parents, which you dread for. Even though you got the most terrible beating you could ever ask for, you smiled as you finally made a friend in forever.

The next day, you hang out with Tamaki and that blonde kid who you learned his name was Mirio. Sure, you got passed insults from your bullies and got assaulted by them a couple of times. You had two new friends that got your back.

3 years later...

Things had gotten a lot better over the last 3 years.

To start things off, you were able to make it into your dream school, U.A. High! Along with your long-time pals, Tamaki and Mirio. Oh, speaking of Tamaki, you two started dating. This man was the sweetest boyfriend, despite his shy and timid nature, he'd always take care of you and would be there for you when in need of comfort.

You also made a new friend along the way, Nejire Hado was the name. Her endless curiously and childish personality always made you giggle. She always believed in you whenever you start feeling down about yourself, she would literally yell at the top of her lungs that you could do it. All in all, she's pretty great to hang around with.

Also, you become one of the top hero candidates in all of Japan, along with your boyfriend and your new friends, thanks to the newfound support, you learned how to master your quirk and became one of the best students of U.A. You guys became known as The Big 4.

Even better, now that you are 18 years old, you have been officially removed from the foster care system. The only issue was that since you didn't have much money, they needed to make sure you had a somewhere to stay, which you don't.

Luckily, your mentor, Fatgum, was kind enough to let you live with him until you were able to afford a place to call home. How did he know you were a foster child? Well, long story short. He may or may not have seen your healed up scars on your arm while you guys were on patrol one day.

Your hero suit tore when you were fighting the bank robbers because you and your friends got caught up in the crime. Your scars have now completely healed, however the cuts still have bright red lines. And because they are so obvious, you always wear long sleeve shirts or arm warmers to hide them.

When Fatgum took notice of this, he had a chat with you privately, asking if everything was okay with you. You tried to explain that nothing was wrong but he insisted to tell him the truth, especially since those scars looked like they were done months ago. So, you finally spilled the beans of what's been going on in your life.

You told him about your mentally unstable birth mother, the abusive foster parents, and the bullying that you'd endure in middle school, but you also told him that you're doing fine after middle school because you found someone that turned your life around.

Fatgum was about to take action against your foster parents but you stopped him because you were 17 going on 18 in just a few months and once you turn 18, you'll be out of their house and out of the system. He hesitated at first but eventually promised to not send those horrible parents to jail for child abuse.

Now you live with Fatgum. He treated you like his own daughter, something your foster parents never did. It's true what they say, Fatgum really is a dad.

However, only you and Fatgum are aware of this, nobody else knows it. Not even your own boyfriend. You haven't told him about the real reason why you were at the bridge, or your depression, or the hell you went through.

You knew the man would blame himself even though none of this was his fault, nor was he involved. But, that's just how he is. Maybe one day you'll tell him. Thank him for saving your life, even if he doesn't realize it. But not now, you don't want more problems when everything was getting better and better.

And to think that none of this wouldn't have happened if Tamaki didn't come to the bridge...

[zapreportsblog]

❝extraterrestrial being❞

✭ pairing : various x reader

✭ fandom : my hero academia x reader

✭ summary : "Extraterrestrial Being" is a thrilling fictional science fanfiction that takes place on the first day of training at UA, an elite academy for aspiring heroes. This action-packed story follows a group of determined students as they encounter an extraordinary event that turns their world upside down. As the students gather for their first training lesson, an unexpected incident occurs: a spaceship crashes right in the middle of the training ground, creating chaos and excitement among the students and their instructors. The crash is unlike anything they've ever witnessed before, and the suspense builds as they wonder what lies beyond the wreckage. To their amazement, out steps an alien female, an extraterrestrial being unlike anything they've encountered. With her strange appearance and advanced technology, the alien quickly captures the attention and curiosity of the students. As they attempt to communicate with her, they realize they must put their training to the test and work together to understand her intentions and prevent any potential danger.

✭ word count : 1,101

✭ chapter three

✭ extraterrestrial being masterlist

Principal Nezu and All Might guided the strange alien girl, who introduced herself as Princess Koriand'r, back to the principal's office. As they entered, the girl began to float around the room, her eyes filled with wonder as she examined every nook and cranny. Nezu and All Might watched her with a mixture of curiosity and amazement. After all, she was a real-life alien.

Once she had finished exploring, Princess Koriand'r gracefully settled down on the love seat that adorned the corner of the office. She looked at Nezu and All Might with a mix of excitement and sadness in her eyes. "I am Princess Koriand'r of the planet Tamaran in the Vega system," she began, her voice filled with a touch of melancholy. "But you can call me (y/n) since that's the human version of my name."

Nezu and All Might exchanged glances before All Might spoke up. "Princess Koriand'r, may I ask why you are here and how you ended up on Earth?"

The alien princess took a deep breath, her voice slightly broken as she struggled with the English language. "I come from planet Tamaran," she began. "I was next in line to become the queen, but one day, the Gordanians attacked my people. My father and mother put me on a space cradle and sent me away. And now, here I am!"

Her voice trailed off, sadness etched on her face. All Might's eyes widened with concern. "Princess Koriand'r, if it’s not rude to ask…how old are you?"

The alien girl looked down, her hair suddenly lighting up in flames, as if reflecting her emotions. "I am one hundered and fifty six Tamaran years.” she confessed. “But in earthling years I am sixteen.”

All Might's eyes widened as he realized the weight of the situation. "Princess Koriand'r, you've been through so much, and yet you still have this incredible spirit. We will do everything we can to help you."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Princess Koriand'r's lips as she looked up at All Might. "Oh my thank you, man of All the Might!”

Principal Nezu nodded, a determined expression on his face. "Princess Koriand'r, you are welcomed to stay here at UA. We will ensure your safety and well-being. You are not alone anymore. In fact I’ll even assign one of my teachers to be your guardian while you stay here.”

As the alien princess sat there once more, her flaming hair flickering gently, a sense of hope filled the room. Nezu and All Might knew that they had a responsibility to protect and guide this extraordinary teenager, Princess Koriand'r, who had come all the way from the distant planet of Tamaran.

“All Might,” principal Nezu says breaking the silence in the room, “Get Mr.Shota please.” All Might seemingly having an idea at what the principal was hinting to paled in color.

The first year classroom of UA High School buzzed with excitement and curiosity as students of Class 1-A whispered amongst themselves. All Might had just up and appeared and whisked away their teacher, Mr. Aizawa, leaving them speculating about the reason for his sudden departure, though 9/10 times it had to do with the meteor, that crashed and the alien that followed.

"Did you see how fast All Might took Aizawa-sensei away?" Denki Kaminari exclaimed, his eyes wide with intrigue.

"Yeah it was definitely something!” Kirishima chimes in.

The topic of discussion, however, swiftly shifted as Denki grinned mischievously. "Hey, did anyone notice just how huge that meteor was when it crashed in the training grounds? Like wow! We've got some real-life alien stuff happening and it’s only the first day!"

Mina Ashido's eyes lit up, her enthusiasm uncontainable. "That was totally awesome! Our first day, and we're already getting some real action!"

”Fellow classmates we should not be talking lightly on the situation, or even the situation at all.” Tenya Ida pushes his classes up on his face, “In fact, I believe that UA will be going on lock down to assure the safety of its students -“

No lie… the class sorta zoned out on his speech.

But as the chatter continued, a quiet hush fell over the room when Mr. Aizawa returned. “I hate my life,” he mumbles more so to himself though he was heard by all, the students sweat dropped. With a sign he continues, “Anyways the principal of UA thought it was a good idea - not sure why but I don’t get paid enough to care, anyways though meet your new classmate.”

And in came the unexpected guest.

All eyes turned to the newcomer—it was the alien from earlier. She smiled brightly at them flashing everyone a friendly wide toothed grin her fiery-red hair that seemed to be lit ablaze with vibrant flames. She was adorned in the UA uniform, which accentuated her tall and graceful figure.

With a bright and friendly smile, she addressed the class, her energy infectious. "Hello to all! I am Princess Koriand'r of the planet Tamaran located somewhere in the Vega system. (Y/N) would be the easier term for you humans!”

The room falls silent everyone processing what just happened until the room once again erupted into a mix of amazement and curiosity, the students utterly captivated by the presence of someone who hailed from beyond Earth.

”As you all know (y/n) here isn’t from earth, and from what I’m aware of she barley understands english. So keep your questions short and your responses even shorter,” Mr. Aizawa says.

”Okay!”

Uravity raised her hand with an eager expression. "So you're an actual alien?"

(Y/N) laughed warmly, her hair seeming to dance with the motion. "Yes, indeed!"

Izuku questioned, "What brings you to UA and do you have a quirk?!”

(Y/N)'s smile didn't waver. "I have no clue what this quirk you speak of is, and UA has been kind to take me in!”

The questions flowed like a river, each student eager to learn more about their extraordinary classmate. The atmosphere in the room transformed, blending curiosity with a sense of unity.

“Enough questions now, (y/n) since we don’t have a table for you right now I guess you can sit here -“ (y/n) cuts off her teacher mid sentence, “No need sir of bags,” she begins referring to the man who now resides in his infamous sleeping bag, no one knows how he gets in them unnoticed, “I can fly remember!”

[baziutawrites]

Unspoken words

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC

Beginnings part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Other smut fics through my Masterlist.

The Golden Bugs have won, just as everyone expected them to. It didn't help Enid to feel better about it, however when Val and Yoko invited her to join their celebratory skinny dipping, she immediately went back to her giddy self - and a talkative one. Before they could shush her, Kent was at Yoko's side, asking about the details.

"No dudes allowed, sorry Kent. All girls night-out."

Val's attention however was swiftly turned from the conversation. She watched Xavier's team finally get out of their boat. His lanky posture was slumped slightly, head low as he whispered animatedly with Ajax, gesturing wildly about something. He then lifted his eyes and found hers on him, she suddenly felt heat creep up her neck. She could feel him in between her legs again, her heart picking up the pace. 

"What's wrong?" Yoko looked at her, lips pursed in a slightly worried expression. "I can feel your heartbeat in the air."

"S'nothing."

She timidly waved her fingers at him, smiling a little and then her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him turn towards her.

"Uh-huh."

She missed the unconvinced expression she gave her, too preoccupied with how Xavier was getting closer and closer to where they stood. But then she felt a hand on her elbow and she got dragged by Enid towards the school. Was it a curse or a blessing, she wasn't sure. But she was sure of one thing - for the very first time in years she might not know what to say.

***

The water was pleasantly cold on her skin as she slowly walked into the lake, her clothes discarded on the shore along with the rest. She watched in awe, how Bianca and Divina splashed their long, glittery tails, making Yoko yell in exasperation as she got drenched before she could jump in from the dock. 

The water was also her second nature, closely intertwined with her family. It was a basis for her bloodline - for the creature she was. And she felt a sting of sadness pierce her chest at this thought, as she was now treading the water with her fingers absentmindedly. Her mother's warning replayed in her mind, clear as if she stood right beside her.

You can't tell anyone who we are. People do not like our kind, even among the outcasts. They might want to hurt you if they find out. The prejudice is with us from generations and we live in a patriarchal world, do not forget that. We've been hunted since ancient times. If anyone finds out, it's gonna be trouble not only for you but for the rest of our family as well. Think before you speak. Principal Weems would only be able to cover for us if we do not let our tongues loose.

The water twirled into the air in thin, delicate flow, forming abstract shapes in front of her face as her mind flashed with the faces of her family - her mother, aunts and grandmothers. There was not a single man in her family that she knew of and supposedly wasn't there for a long time. Her own father disappeared one day, as her mother told her, not particularly saddened by the fact her husband vanished into thin air one morning.

A loud squeal made Val jump, the water dancing in the air splashed back into the lake. She didn't notice Enid right by her side and she wondered how long had she been there.

"Oh my god, what are you? You totally are a witch, right? Cuz this is magic, right? Or abilities? What are yours called? I've never seen such a cool thing, I mean, can you do bigger things with it? Or what else can you do? Can you do like my face out of that?"

Val cursed in her mind as the rest of the girls were now with them too, drawn by the sudden burst of excitement from Enid.

"Yeah, what type of an outcast are you? You've never actually told us."

This was bad. Downright, insanely bad.

"Well… I, uh, I think I might have some affinity with water? But I'm still figuring it out, to be honest. They are still quite new." She chuckled, rubbing her neck nervously.

This wasn't entirely a lie. She did still learn about herself and the powers she held - they manifested not that long ago, when she still lived in her home country. But with all the sudden move from the other side of the world left her a bit out of the circle when it came to proper education. That's why the new subject was implemented - on her mother's request. But the lie was still there, underneath the surface. She knew exactly what she was, what her family was. And she could not tell a soul.

"What about those green glints? I thought you had glitter stuck in your hair but now, seeing it up close I'm sure it isn't that." Bianca swam closer to her, her fingers brushing through Val's hair.

"It's so cool! I'd love to have sparkly hair, like, all the time!"

"This runs in my family actually. Great when you try to hide in the bushes, let me tell you this much. What about you two, do all the sirens have such an interesting eye colour?"

***

Xavier's dorm room was quiet now, him and Ajax both sitting on his bed as they mulled things over. The fact his friend was having dreams, or visions, about the girl he had never met before fucked with Ajax’s mind - and Xavier looked equally perplexed himself. They had ruled out the possibility of her jinxing him, as she did not know him before the dreams started, and from what Xavier remembered, it was somewhat around the summer break. She could even still be on a different continent back then.

“So… I think I kinda like her.” Xavier shifted, a sudden embarrassment overcoming him at hearing himself saying those words out loud. And when Ajax let out a breathy chuckle, he felt the heat spread down his neck.

“Ye, we noticed.”

“Wh- We?”

“You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, dude. And today? Whew.” Ajax wiggled his eyebrows at him. He groaned, falling back onto his bed with a flop.

“Shut up.”

“T’was quite a thing, you know.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Bet you dreamed about it in a different setting-”

“Oh my fucking god, if you don’t shut up, I swear-” Xavier moved to kick Ajax in the shin but missed, as his best friend stood up suddenly, phone in his hand. His eyes widened and a grin spread across his features.

“Check this out. Enid made Val make an Insta. Whoa, and there’s a pic from their skinny-dip already too.”

The way Xavier fumbled, hands rummaging the bedsheets for his phone, earned him another burst of laughter from his friend. Ajax then had to duck to avoid a pillow flying towards his face and it narrowly missed him.

“Fuck you then, I’m not gonna send you the username.”

“Asshole.”

He did send it. And when Xavier opened it, excited, he was sure his heart would almost jump out of his chest with the way it was banging against his ribs. His eyes roamed over the picture again, taking in every detail, every inch of her skin that wasn’t covered with a towel. Her playful expression, the one he liked seeing so much, was present on her face with her cloudy grey eyes squinting slightly at the camera. Her hair damp, hung loosely around her face in messy waves. He then let out a small gasp as he noticed the green glints in it, clear as day, captured in the photo. 

Here was his final proof. It truly was her plaguing his nights almost every single day. And it made him feel lightheaded.

“So. What are you gonna do about it?” Seeing the dazed expression on Xavier’s face, Ajax added. “About Val?”

A long, heavy sigh deflated Xavier’s chest before he answered.

“I… I honestly don’t know.”

“Whaddya mean you don’t know? You like her.”

“Yeah.” A smile crept up on his face only to falter a second later.

“So what are you waiting for?”

“Dunno. She might not like me back like that. Why would she? I mean, she could have anyone so…”

“Then make a move, bro. Before someone else does.”

“Well now look who’s talking.” Xavier bit back, swiftly steering the conversation away from him. “Have you asked Enid out already? No?”

“Fuck you, dude.”

Before he could react, his phone got snatched out of his palm and Ajax typed furiously on it.

“Hey, the hell are you doing?” Xavier’s eyes went wide with panic, as he saw the Instagram logo still on the screen. No, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t…

The way Ajax smiled made his blood run cold. He snatched the phone back from his hands and his eyes laid on the comment that wasn’t there seconds before.

. xavv whoa 😳 i’m speechless

He stared at the letters, dumbfounded. He wouldn’t be able to look her in the face next time he sees her. He needed to delete it right now, before anyone would see this-

> . 3nid_sclrr OH MY GODD

“No need to thank me.” Came Ajax’s smug voice from over the desk.

And Xavier felt a sudden, little rush of confidence, as his thumb hovered over the screen. Fuck it, he thought, and tapped the picture twice.

***

He stood in the middle of the forest again, jester costume on his body and he frowned, confused. Didn’t the Poe Cup already happen?

“Finders, keepers.” Val’s voice came to him, the odd feeling getting stronger - he felt as if this happened already. His eyes darted up and he let out a small gasp. Val stood before him in that black, tight catsuit, her eyes level with his, clutching his team’s flag behind her back. The top of it was comically hovering over her head.

Everything except her felt blurry, the edges of the forest seemed to disappear into a fog of some kind and it dawned on him - he was dreaming.

“Catch me if you can, then.”

He ran after her, leaves crunching under his heavy footfalls, excitement firing up in his stomach. He remembered what happened next. He caught her, snatching her in the middle and they both fell onto the ground, Val twisting him around and tickling him, mercilessly, as he bucked underneath her, trying to get her hands away from him. But this time, he wasn’t so adamant about getting her off of him. He waited, his breath shallow, as his body tingled with warm sparks of desire. He knew he was hard already. He remembered he was then too. And he remembered what was to come next.

He bucked his hips up, impatient, and was rewarded with her pussy pressed against his bulge. It made him moan, the delicious sensation sending heat waves through his back and chest. His eyes were wide, burning into Val’s. He gripped her thighs desperately, fingernails digging into her flesh, praying she would move like she did then. And she did roll her hips over him, making another pleasured sound come out of his throat, as his muscles tensed - he was desperate for more.

His eyes fluttered shut, afraid that the wonderful image he had before his eyes would turn into smoke if he stared too much. He waited, feeling her still pressed against him but unmoving.

“Xavier.”

His head snapped up, shocked to hear her voice, clear as day - and demanding.

“Look at me.”

His mouth fell open, blush creeping up his face as he felt her hips moving again, grinding against his hard-on, sending waves of pleasure through him. The way she looked him in his eyes, her gaze heavy and intense, caused a desperate whine to fall from his lips and he grabbed at her hips, trying to push her faster and harder against himself. In the back of his head was a nagging thought this could end any second now and he was desperate for more, desperate to get the most out of it before it ended.

“Please.” He whimpered, his cock now feeling uncomfortable in his pants.

“Please what? Use your words, Xavier.” The playful smirk on her lips made him dizzy and he felt the dream start to slowly slip away from him. His face burned with embarrassment at how his voice was going to sound out loud. But he had to do this.

“Please fuck me, Val. Please. Want to be inside you, so badly. Please.”

He had trouble focusing on her form now but stared in awe at her cunt sinking down his throbbing length, wrapping around him all the way down to the base of his dick and she rested against his abdomen with a moan that almost sent him over the edge, and he realised he could feel her more than during his previous dreams - or were they visions? But the thought flew right out of his mind when she grabbed his face and he felt his eyes roll back as she started to rock her hips against him, squeezing him so wonderfully with her fluttering hole.

“No. Look at me.”

His hips stuttered as he now could not help himself but to rut upwards, pushing himself harder and deeper inside Val, loud groans falling repeatedly from his lips. His eyes obediently trained on her face, making him feel almost bashful at how he was ordered around by her and how much he liked it. But this was just a dream. A dream that he felt was dissolving at the corners of his vision, making him blinded with burning need.

“Oh my god, Val.”

The pace now feral, he moaned out loud as he watched her bounce on his dick, wet sounds echoing in his head. Her body felt hot under his palms that groped her flesh in a feverish manner, begging silently in his head for the dream not to vanish just yet. The contours of her body began to blur.

“Eyes on me. Watch me, watch me cum. You’re making me cum, Xavier.”

“Yes, oh god, yes.”

“Xavier. Xavier, oh god, Xavier…”

His eyes wide, mouth parted, his face contorted into a pained expression as he felt the lust fire up in his core, spreading through his entire body. His sweet release was rushing to the surface, he could feel it. He was so close, he could feel her cunt was about to spasm around his length. So wonderfully close.

“Xavier.”

Her voice was weird now, almost as if doubled. His body shook slightly, despite him not feeling his muscles do that. He saw Val’s face contort into a blissful delight as she threw her head back, repeatedly impaling herself onto him.

“Xavier.”

She didn’t move her mouth, but his name repeatedly sounded inside his head. What was going on? He gritted his teeth, feeling he was about to be pushed past the point of no return, just as her pussy started clenching.

“Xavier!”

He jolted upwards with a groan, feeling the hair stick to his sweaty, flushed skin. The sheets slid off of his form, only to pool around his knees as he sat up and blinked repeatedly, the dream edging away from his eyes. He felt his cock throb, threatening to spill any second now as he still felt the faint squeezes around it and his abdomen flexed desperately.

“Xavier, are you okay? You were trashing and moaning like crazy, did you have a nightmare? Are you alright?”

Rowan looked positively frightened at the ragged breaths Xavier was now taking. Tears were prickling the corner of his eyes as he felt his tip leak, wetting the fabric of his underwear stretched over his painful erection. His roommate took in his disheveled form, his eyes finally resting at the area causing all of this issues and his skin went pale.

“Oh, fuck. I am so sorry, I didn’t kno- God, I should’ve known, should’ve, after you said her name, said Val’s name. I am so sor-”

“Rowan.” Xavier said through gritted teeth, grasping desperately at the sheet to cover his crotch as he tried to stand up. His skin burned with embarrassment and he wanted to get out of the room, to the bathroom, away from this. “Tell a soul about it and I swear I’m gonna end you.”

***

He avoided her like a plague for the next weeks, even going as far as changing his seat during the class they were paired together at. Ajax mouthed at him to get the fuck out of Kent’s space next to him every time but every time Kent did give in and went towards the empty spot at Valerye’s side. Xavier missed the surprised, yet hurt expression when he did so the first few times, as her eyes followed him to the very back of the classroom only to turn back when he got his bag on the desk. Ajax hissed something at him, the snakes following, some of them even snapping in Xavier’s direction.

“Did I do something?” She whispered towards Kent as he seated himself next to her, flashing her his perfectly white teeth. He just shrugged, shaking his head.

“He’s off lately. Don’t know what’s gotten into him, y’kno?”

When she didn’t respond, he added.

“How’r you holdin’ up?” His silver eyes scanned her face and she gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“Okay, I guess. Just… confused, that’s all.”

Confused was a bit of an understatement at this point. He didn’t even look her in the eye since the Poe Cup ended, got up from his seat before she could even say hi most of the times, and now this. All the while he was continuously liking her pictures, every single one she posted on Instagram, watching all of her dumb little stories she made to shut Enid up. She didn’t know what to make out of this.

“Talk to him, maybe?”

“Don’t want to overstep. He’s avoiding me, so that means he doesn’t wanna talk about… whatever this is.”

The snippets of the last rooftop party they had flashed before her eyes and she felt a pang of sadness jab at her chest. When she walked over to him during the first week of his strange behaviour only to watch him turn around and walk out of the party, leaving her dumbstruck and hurt in the middle of the spot they were in.

“Hey,” the siren’s gentle voice shook her out of the thoughts, “you always have me.”

He nudged her side and smiled, only for his expression to change instantly. He leaned in, confusion etched onto his features.

“Your eyes.”

“What about them?” Val asked, equally confused.

“They’re… dark. Like, getting all weird and really, really dark.”

“What?” She snapped, picking up her phone and her face went pale with horror. Kent was right. She had to get out, now. She stood up, making the chair screech loudly and the people nearby looked at her, including Xavier.

“You okay?”

“Ye, just a-uh… this… light. Light sensitivity. Gotta go, uh, bathroom.”

She bolted out of the room, feeling faint, before anyone else would notice this and she excused herself quickly as she passed the teacher of the Foreign Beasts and Legends in the doorway. Light sensitivity? Seriously? She cursed as she went towards the restrooms.

Kent and Ajax exchanged looks and Xavier felt something was off. Even Kent did. Ajax nodded his head in silent question but Kent waved him off, mouthing ‘later’, as the teacher pulled out another schematics for them to study that day.

Xavier lowered his gaze towards his sketchbook, where the half-finished drawing of Val, sitting at the front of the class, was present before him. He noticed how her body tensed up suddenly and the hurry she was in to leave the room.

Something was seriously off.

[mediumtires]

(bear with me, please, i actually don't want to talk about this but i have to)

should the allegations against christian horner be true and he would be fired, you would pretend this never happened in 7 years, right?! right?!? or that he was fired because of marko's machinations?! right?! please don't give up

yes hello hi!

had a load of these in my inbox and i truly appreciate the support on this series. it is also very dear to me and so i wanted to wait for the outcome of the investigation before i made any decision on wether to continue or end it.

i just would like to say and stress that i stand with women and i stand with the brave employee who came forward to call christian horner out on wrong and harmful behaviour in the workplace. for an investigation to be launched by the parent company, the allegations must have been very serious, and i really hope she’s cared for and supported throughout all of this, especially now. fuck men. fuck this fucking sport.

i have been thinking a lot about what to do about seven years because it’s become such a weirdly big thing to me, i have written many words in many word docs, and frankly i would be very sad to stop. i also think that the versions of christian and toto that have kind of appeared over the seven? eight? nine? parts i have written are obviously significantly different to the real deal. and thank god might i add because jesus christ. look at em.

for now i will continue with the part i’m currently writing and uploading. if the outcome of the investigation had been different i don’t think i would’ve continued, but like this i would at least like to believe the investigation was done rightfully and fairly and no one was paid off or silenced. that’s all i can work with for now really, the rest of it is rumours (even though i know there is a lot of them and rightfully a conversation needs to be had about the safekeeping and overall treatment of female employees in this sport, and also about the sheer insane power men like christian horner have to stay in positions such as ceo and team principal during an investigation like this).

yeah. that’s my thoughts. it’s not ideal i know. i simply chose the wrong team principal to gaymarry to another team principal unfortunately.

very happy to have a chat about this and hear other people’s thoughts and also thank you so much if you sent me an ask or a message asking about seven years! it means the world that you guys would like to see the series continued <3

[lichtecht]

PART 7

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Narrator (audiobook): Bökh knocks on Martina and Jo’s door next.

Bökh, while opening the door: „Good evening-“

Narrator (audiobook): But the two seem to be sleeping already.

Bökh (whispered): „Oh. Good night!“

Narrator (audiobook): Herr Bökh leaves quietly. But our girls aren’t in the realm of dreams yet.

Martina: „Jo?“ Jo: „Mhm?“ Martina: „Bökh is fine, right?“ Jo: „…“ Jo: „Unglücklicher Spießer, if you ask me…“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): „Unglücklicher Spießer“. If there is one thing Justus Bökh didn’t want to become when he was younger, it was an unglücklicher Spießer. And on this evening he realized he had forgotten how sad and unhappy you can be when you’re young. The fight between the students of the Johann-Sigismund-Gymnasium, the beginning of which no one could remember, had to finally end.

Narrator (audiobook): Herr Bökh is sitting alone in his boarding school apartment and reminiscing about his own youth. Especially when he looks at the poster on his wall - it’s from „the Bandits“; his own two-person band he used to have back in the day. He reaches for his guitar.

Justus starts playing the guitar while he stares into the air.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): Justus Bökh forged a plan how he could bridge the gap. He had a good idea, but it resulted in everything getting worse.

Justus strums his guitar one last time and smiles.

Narrator (audiobook): The next morning, the sun shines brightly from the sky and the Internals ride their bikes down the beautiful mountain street to school into the valley.

Narrator (audiobook): Herr Bökh is already waiting at the entrance and hurries his protégés.

Bökh: „Come on, guys! Not so tired, not so shy, you have two minutes left, hopp-hopp! Who comes late is punished by life! Who said it? Hello, Cindy!“

Narrator (audiobook): The school principal Kreuzkamm and her daughter Ruda also arrive at the last minute.

Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „You could have at least brushed your hair!“ Ruda: „Mama, you’re just saying that cause the greasy Bökh is standing there.“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „Excuse me?! I couldn’t care less about that guy.“ Ruda: „A quote from my mother; personality is more important than obedience.“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „Yes, but I'm gonna take that exemplary boarding school director to task now.“ Ruda: „Mama, we wanted to do this on our own- Mama-“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm, loudly: „Herr Bökh! This is unfortunate.“ Bökh: „Good Morning, Miss Principal! Hi, Ruda.“

[Note: text isn’t in the movie obviously. This picture was the best quality.]

Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „You always pay so much value to rules, discipline and punctuality. You probably can’t imagine that your inmates-“ Bökh: „Inmates?“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „Yes. Your students. Vandalized the brand new roller board rink yesterday.“ Ruda: „She means the graffiti at the skate park.“

Bökh: „Uh-huh. But why do you think I can’t imagine that?“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „Yeah, I can imagine that you wouldn’t believe me, but everything has been smeared on. As you know, I’m not a fan of your old-fashioned boarding school… I mean, a friend.“

[note: originally, she says „friend“ in the generic masculine at first, but then corrects herself to the female form.]

Bökh: „So, you are a friend?“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „Yes. No! You know exactly what I mean, Herr Bökh.“ Ruda: „Wow, you really dissed him, Mama.“ (snorts)

School bell rings.

Bökh: „Oh. My lesson starts in one minute, Frau Kreuzkamm, could we walk a bit?“

Narrator (audiobook): Ruda goes to her classroom, while the school principal and the head of the boarding school climb the steps to the upper floors together.

[lemme-cryyy]

Note: I’m bored, and so I decided to write a isekai’d female (y/n) into jjk world. This is my first fanfic and English is not my first language. So sorry if I some of the words sounds weird or wrong.

Ch. 1 A whole new world

You found yourself as *a curse.* You don’t even know how did it happened. One day, you just get home tired from all the work you did today and you decided to take a 30 minutes nap. But you wake up and finding yourself in another world, in JJK world to be exact. How did you know this is a JJK world or found that you’re a spirit? Oh it all begins when Haibara and Nanami was on a mission. They were going into the forest and inside that forest there’s a cave that many said contains a curse spirit. The higher-up want to eliminate that curse spirit, so they sent Nanami and Haibara on that mission only to find the curse spirit is actually harmless and don’t have any idea at all. You cry like a baby when they want to eliminate you, pleading them to let you go.

“Nanami, I think we should just let her go.. She doesn’t know anything.” Haibara standing across Nanami, and try to persuade him not to kill you.

“If we let her go, she might kill us instead.. You’ll never know. Just let me do it.” Nanami holding out his weapon and point it at you, while you just hiding behind Haibara’s back trembling like a chihuahua.

“Kill us?? Look at her! She looks so clueless, I bet she doesn’t even know how to fight.”

Haibara said that as if you’re some kind of animal that’s been abandoned by her master, and you’re too shock to speak, your face as white as ghost (well, you’re a spirit curse, duh).

Nanami makes a sigh and quickly gave up after looking at Haibara’s pleading eyes, it’s his weak point after all.

“Haah.. Fine.. You’re win. But you’re the one that’s going to make an excuse and explain everything to the principal.”

At least, you’re free from the execution.. But where should you go now? You can’t go back to your own world, you don’t even know what should you do. Should you tell them you know them from anime? Will they even believe in you? Or worst will they see you as a threat? You decide to stay silent.

“Are you alright? What’s your name?” Haibara smiles gently at you.

“Y/n.. Thanks for not killing me.”

“I’m Haibara and this grumpy emo is Nanami. Nice to meet you.”

“Hey, who do you call the grumpy emo..” Nanami squabbles

“By the way, how could you stuck in this place?” Haibara asking you while ignoring Nanami.

“I.. uh.. I don’t even know. I just try to take a nap and suddenly here I am.. becoming a spirit in this other world. Am I actually dying in my nap? Argh!!! what will happened to my family? They must be sad if I die like that.. And what about my savings? I haven’t give them password to my bank account..” You start chattering like Eminem.

“Hmpfh…” Haibara try to suppress his laughter from your comedic monologue while Nanami sharp witted personality caught up your word about not being from this world.

“Other world? What do you mean by that?”

Shit.. You spoiled out your thoughts.. “W-well, it’s as literal as I said. I’m from other world.” You decided to see how the situation will play out.