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ivyvenus333 · 14 hours ago

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satosugu crack fic!!!!!

a/n: wrote this as a twitter threadfic,, and the difference between writing for twitter vs tumblr is comically insane. this is so unserious and shittily written, but that's what makes it fun ;) poorly smut at the end:)

satosugu who know that they have feelings for one another, but being the first to admit it would just be “too gay.” so instead, they resort to a game of chicken, trying to make the other jealous enough to break first. the lengths they (mostly gojo) go to are insane.

gojo pays shoko $1,500 to give him hickies. ("$500." "who the fuck do you think I am?" "$1,000?" "double it and give it to the next person." "$1,500?" "fine. you spoiled rich bitch.") they are both literally gagging as it's happening and shoko actually barfs after, but gojo is left with a giant purple bruise on the nape of his neck, so he's happy.

gojo runs into geto in their shared kitchen the next morning, wearing an off-the-shoulder comfy t-shirt of course. did he cut the neckline of one of his shirts? doesn't matter. and gojo is so annoyed when geto says nothing even after his eyes clearly drift down to his neck. whatever, at least he saw it.

"what are you doing today, suguru?"

"nothing much. have a coffee date at noon but i'm free the rest of the day after that."

he's joking, right?

"with who?"

"you wouldn't know her," geto comments as he grabs his plate and heads towards the living room to eat on the couch. he can't help but smirk when he hears the patter of gojo's footsteps following him.

"what's her name, suguru?"

"doesn't matter. you don't know her."

truth is, obviously geto doesn't have a date. but around 11:30am he walks into gojo's room with his hair pulled up into a neat bun (gojo's favorite hairstyle of his), tight dress pants, and no shirt. because it's wrinkled and he needs the iron from satoru's room, obviously. gojo's face is priceless, aquamarine eyes widening in shock before scoffing and calling geto a slut.

"since when has the iron ever been in my room. go check the linen closet." thank god suguru listens and leaves his room because wtf is that growing in his pants. (this is what i mean, sooo unserious im sorry).

geto now has to find some way to pass the couple of hours he allegedly has a date. so he goes to shoko's who demolishes him for what he's wearing. he talks to her about the hickies he saw on gojo's neck and asks if he's mentioned anything about seeing someone.

gojo promptly gets a text that reads "send me $500 right now if you don't want me to tell suguru about who you gave you those hickies."

the money is sent before gojo realizes that, wait? suguru is with shoko?

"where are you guys right now?"

"my house. you're not invited. don't show up."

now that would be too good. but gojo isn't going to let geto know that he know he's lying.

instead, when geto gets back, gojo is all over suguru asking how it went, what is she like, show me a picture, why won't you suguru, were you lying about the whole thing? the most geto says is that it went well and he has plans with her next weekend.

"what if we have a double date instead? I can meet this mystery woman, and you can meet mine," gojo says, pointing at the fading hickies on his neck. cringe.

suguru agrees, he's not sure why, but now they're both fucked. what they don't know is that both of them resort to the same solution - finding a girl on the streets that's attractive enough and explaining that they need help making someone jealous and 'i know this is so awkward but please.' gojo's girl agrees after being offered an obscene amount of money, of course, and geto's girl agrees just because he's pretty.

the week passes and the girls come over to their place for dinner. everyone is in a little bit of shock when geto's girl is pale, blonde and blue-eyed, and gojo's obviously a long-haired brunette with brown eyes.

(the girls excuse themselves to the bathroom to have a giggle fest, and oh my god they're so into each other so let's devise a plan to make this happen. they're fujoshis what can i say)

the girls take the lead, each being so touchy with their respective 'dates' and laughing at their unfunny jokes. the dinner goes fine save for the awkward stares that gojo and geto give to the girls sitting across from them. the girls pryyy, with "hey, it's almost like your each others type!" and all they get are awkward chuckles because wtf. whatever whatever.

after dinner, the 'couples' retreat to their rooms. the conversations each 'couple' has go about the same. "oh my god, you're in love with him aren't you. you know what would really make him jealous? if we pretend to have sex." (totally definitely not planned by the girls earlier.)

cue obnoxious moaning noises from each room, and the sounds of beds creaking (its them at the foot of the bed trying to hide their giggles as they jerk the bed back and forth). the plan is failing, because the respective girls admit to gojo and geto what they spoke to each other about earlier and now everyone in that house knows that the noises coming from the other room are fake.

a while later, satoru and suguru walk the girls out at the same time (plot device). gojo and geto receive friendly glares, the girls' eyebrows comically raised and eyes going back and forth between the two as if saying bffr and get on with it. when the door clicks shut, gojo and geto turn to one another, mouths slightly open and each one trying to figure out what to say. geto speaks first.

"really, gojo?"

"don't 'gojo' me. really what, suguru?"

"do you think i'm stupid?"

"yeah, i do. stop being elusive, what are you talking about, suguru."

"the hickies, the girl you've been seeing who didn't know what digimon was (this somehow came up at the dinner idk), your whole charade?"

"i know you were at shoko's during your alleged coffee date. idiot," gojo blurts.

"yeah well shoko told me who gave you those hickies."

"what! i paid her $500 not to tell you."

"and i'm $250 richer, satoru."

gojo scowls because this whole thing is so stupid and they're both so dumb. he doesn't really know what to say to that. but fuck shoko, he thinks.

"are you done, satoru?" suguru says as he takes a step closer to gojo.

"done with what?" gojo says, eyes drifting and voice softer than normal because suguru suddenly seems so so close, and he smells so good, and he looks so pretty.

geto takes two fingers and places them under gojo's chin, tilting his face up and leaving him with no option but to make eye contact.

"satoru, come on. stop pretending."

"stop pretending what?" god he is so annoying.

"that you don't want this" gojo winces because god geto is so sexy and so onto him and there's no avoiding this.

"want what?"

ok, geto has had enough of satoru answering him with questions and you know what, they both want this, so fucking fine he'll make the first move.

"i hate you," geto says, leaning in so the tips of their noses are barely touching, his breath ghosting gojo's face, his lips, as he speaks.

"clearly," gojo whispers with shakey breath as his eyes drift down towards geto's lips.

geto can't help but roll his eyes because of course gojo would still be an annoying brat while this is happening.

they're unsure of who leans in first, but it doesn't even matter because suddenly they're kissing and it's just so sweet. their hands frantically roam each other's bodies and soft groans escape their mouth as their kiss deepens and suddenly gojo is pressed against the door, suguru's hands gripping his waist and his thumbs digging into his hip bones.

geto pulls away briefly just to tease gojo with a "is this what you wanted, satoru?"

gojo shakes his head.

"no? so you want me to stop?"

gojo whines and it's the sexiest thing geto has ever heard.

"tell me what you want 'toru."

and all he says (whines) is "more."

geto lets out a mocking 'tch' before sliding his hands up the sides of gojo's body, fingers suddenly perched and tugging at his silky undercut. gojo is so pliant, immediately tilting his head to give geto access to his neck.

"ah, so you want this," geto says while dragging his tongue up satoru's pretty, pale neck. gojo moans like a bitch which only encourages geto to sink his teeth into his skin and start sucking.

"want me to give you hickies?" and geto's question is stupid because of course he already knows satoru's answer.

anyways, they are both so turned on and things escalate when geto instinctually ruts his hips forward into gojo's. and omg they can feel each other's boners and holy shit both of them are huge.

"more, more, more" gojo repeats like a sacred mantra as geto peppers kisses along his jaw line.

geto gets the point. and his lips are back on gojo's and his hands are wrapping around to squeeze gojo's ass before wrapping them around the back of his thighs - a silent demand to jump. gojo does, obviously, but his legs don't wrap fully around geto's waist. geto hooks his hands under gojo's knees, forcing his legs to stay open and giving geto just the perfect access to thrust his hips fowards and upwards creating the most perfect friction as their cocks grind against one another.

"want me to take you to the bedroom, and have real sex?"

"not funny, you were faking it too, suguru."

suguru chuckles and carries him to his bedroom, and anyways they have sex and it's the best thing either of them have ever experienced. and gojo being gojo says "i hope you know we're dating now" as the two cuddle and catch their breaths afterwards.

"i know, satoru."

and the two talk and giggle about how disgusting it was that shoko gave gojo hickies, and how long they've both wanted that and "suguru, can i try being on top next time?" "no." "ok." and once they've rested they go again and again all night.

the two become good close friends with those girls, who are obviously sat front and center at their wedding.

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hrrtshape · 2 days ago

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HELLOOO EMMA 🥹

I NEED UR HELP ACTUALLY, SO THE THING IS I AM NEW TO SHIFTING & FOUND UR PAGE RECENTLY LOVED IT ALOTT AND U SEEM TO BE ACTUALLY ONE OF THE SWEET BLOGGERS WHO DOESN'T JUDGE <3 SO I AM WRITING THIS TO YOU.

I ACTUALLY WANT A DR FROM SCRATCH LIKEEE A FRENCH DR (bc it's my dream city hehe) and I want to LIVE THAT LIFE and all from 2007 (as a 4 years old 🙄🙏 so scripting the relevant info or wtv gets hard bcs i want that reality to be a same as this one *my magical / supernatural DR are different) I haven't scripted anything yet and I feel overwhelmed bcs there's alot of things to write + I KEEP REMEMBERING other things suddenly and feel like writing and all. And I'm not much creative when it comes to shifting :/ So any suggestions please like apps, points to script including details like name etc etc etc?

Also YOU EXPLAIN THINGS IN A UNIQUE WAY so I'd like to request that, can you PLEASE make a extremely DETAILED guide on how to make a DR from scratch (IG it'll help alot people too who feel overwhelmed lost while scripting, or the ones who are new like me as well) whenever you'll be free ofc. I'D BE VERY VERY GRATEFUL 🥹❤️‍🩹AND YESS ALSO if u ever plan on making a detailed guide (you know also write how to script the future lol like career achievements etc bcs I'LL BE LIVING IT FROM 3 YEARS OLD 😭🙏I'll script that I forgot the what I scripted in future for suspense HEHEHE)

and BTW lol : Also I've another idea idk it'll work or not BUTTTTTT about the creavity thing or even the whole scripting I AM THINKING TOOO manifest from loa or maybe void lol 😭🙏i will manifest creavity or a whole script DIRECTLY (I am SOO LAZY) 🤡🙏as I've seen posts where people tell our subconscious knows what we want. So if I plan or assume like "my subconscious will give me fulfilling and satisfying French DR life with important details mentioned (as I don't want my script to be too long I want it to be brief the finer details I believe *which even I'm not consciously aware of subconscious will handle hmmm? As even in this reality alot of things are happening that we don't know consiously or didn't plan details before being born LMAO and every reality is real and same sooo*) what do you think?!

ALSO ALSO YES YES WANNA BE FRIENDSSSSSS?! I LOVE UR VIBE SO SO MUCH (not sugarcoating I genuinely mean it i swear on my DR SP lol, I talked your PAGE like a toxic ex (😭) whole night yesterday + I DON'T REALLY HAVE ANY SHIFTING FRIENDS BCS I AM NEW AND I DON'T WANT CLOSE MINDED PEOPLE TO YOU KNOW.. explain them convince or prove them bcs i don't want to waste my Time. Andddddddd ALSO WANNA GOSSIP ABOUT MY DR SP OFCCC *GIRLLL I AM TELLING U HES HE'S SO HANDSOME (the only thing I've scripted is his appearance *PRIORITIES🤭* okay so IT'S NOT A ACTUAL FC of any actor but rather a mixture of my 2 celebrity crushes + 2 Ai images *that I found on pin* kinda thing?!!? BUT ANYWAYS I didn't write his appearance in detail BUTT HE'S SO HANDSOME OMLLLL 😭🙏 BY THE WAY I AM HAVING TROUBLE EVEN HAVING SCRIPTING HIS PERSONA BCS I JUST DON'T NOW HOW TO (it's a childhood formal friends (we only know each other bc our families are close since years I'd either keep our mom or dad being besties in their early era or even might keep like you know multiple generations and all *SEE?! I AM SO CONFUSED THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T START A SINGLE SCRIPT 🙄🙄* but yeah it all started with awkward teasing since childhood and I'm keeping the ACTUSL romantic part innn HIGHSCHOOL *A ELITEEE SCHOOL IN FRENCH*🤭)

SORRY FOR BAD or UNCLEAR ENGLISH :/// (I'M THAII) *and new to tumblr as well*

I'll be your ANON but I'm not really sending it IN anon mode as this is my new ACC to learn about shifting hehe. (won't overcomsume info tho) ANYWAYS HELPP ME. LYYYYYYYYY

ALSO YESS GOD I KEEP TELLING THINGS HMM SOOOO I ACTUALLY WANT A WEALTHY LIFE OFC SO I AM PLANING TO KEEP MY FAMILY OLD MONEY?! (ideas again 🙏) idk anything about the business or legacy I should prepare but I think I should leave that to subconscious 😭(If i manifest script sooo) andddddd like AS THIS IS GONNA Be my MAIN DR so in it I'm planning to add FAME AS WELL (but I don't want to be a actor or singer or supermodel just yet those I saved for my other secondary Dr's?! Lol) SO I AM THINKING TO BEEE A WORLD FAMOUS Ballerina *my DR MOM might as well be a former ballerina ANDDDD (🥹🥹🥹like just think my DR SP I might keep him a F1 player *a complete whole NEW F1 player which doesn't exist in this reality but I myself made him from scratch* because who doesn't want to be a F1 wag.. So likeeeeee F1 GOLDEN BOY X BALLERINA OH GODD HMMMM 🥹THINK HIGHSCHOOL BY TAYLOR SWIFTTTTT) LIKE I'LL ALSO HAVE MY PART IN MY FAMILY BUSINESS IN FUTURE, BUT OF MY OWN I'LL BE A WORLD FAMOUS BALLERINA, A FASHION ICON (DUH WHY NOT 🤨), I AM ALSO CONSIDERING ADDING A PAGEANT CAREER (MISSSS FRENCH THEN MISS UNIVERSE)

ohhh you’re cooking up something cinematic rn. like, this is a full-blown lifetime biopic in the making.

first things first: yes, you can absolutely manifest your script. your subconscious knows what you want, and if you assume that it’s handling all the details for you, then it is. if scripting is stressing you out, let the universe do the work. set the intention that your dr will be exactly how you want it, down to the finest detail, and then just trust that. that being said, if you want a guide to organising your thoughts & scripting without the overwhelm, i got you.

so. here's how to script a dr from scratch (without losing your mind)

big picture stuff first !!! before you get caught up in the tiny details, lock in the core of your reality.

where are you? paris, 2007, old-money wealth.

what’s your role? ballerina, fashion icon, pageant queen, high-society it girl.

how do you want to feel in this life? fulfilled, adored, thriving, effortlessly lucky.

what are the non-negotiables? (things you MUST have. e.g., "i am a world-famous ballerina,” "my dr SP and i have a love story straight out of a movie.")

tip !!! you don’t need to plan everything. real life unfolds naturally, and so will your dr. focus on setting the vibes and let the universe fill in the rest.

scripting made simple break it down into categories so you don’t get overwhelmed. family & background.

born into old money (what industry? fashion, real estate, luxury goods?)

parents: are they influential? famous? socialites? siblings? pets? fancy apartment in the 16th arrondissement? (romanticise your life!!)

you,,,,,, the main character !!!

full name (make it glamorous. make it iconic.)

birthday / astrology (keep it aligned with the elite aesthetic)

personality (how do people describe you? effortlessly graceful? charming but mysterious?)

style / aesthetic (ballerina-off-duty? parisian high fashion?)

talents & skills (world-class ballerina, fluent in multiple languages, a natural at diplomacy)

career & legacy.

ballet career (prima ballerina, dancing for the paris opera ballet, performing in chanel couture??)

fashion icon (are designers obsessed with you? front row at every show?)

pageant career (miss france, then miss universe. give the world grace & beauty.)

part of family business? (involved in luxury fashion empire? media mogul?)

love lifeeeeee (heelllooooo lover boy)

childhood friends-to-lovers romance. (parents are close, generations of family ties = inevitable slow-burn love story.)

he’s an F1 golden boy. (created from scratch, NOT based on any real driver = original, exclusive, yours.)

personality (charming, competitive, obsessed with you, would buy you a whole ballet company if you asked.)

relationship dynamic (mutual obsession, golden couple of the sports & arts world.)

tip: you don’t need to script every moment of your love story. just set up the foundation and let it unfold naturally.

manifesting the script itself. if you want to manifest the perfect script without writing it all down, try this !!

affirm: “my subconscious knows exactly what i want, and it has already created the perfect script for me.”

visualise: imagine holding your script, flipping through it, feeling confident that every detail is perfect.

surrender: let go of overthinking. trust that it’s done. you can also set the intention in the void state that your dr is already scripted & locked in. when you wake up, it’s done. period.

final tip: keep it light, keep it fun.

this is YOUR dream life. don’t let scripting stress you out. if you forget something? your subconscious remembers. if you want something different later? you can change it. the most important thing is to feel excited about it. NOW… should we start a shifting bestie club bc i am LIVING for your energy?? also, i need updates on this F1 golden boy x ballerina slow-burn romance because that is cinema.

#asks #emma motivates

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writing-whump · 1 day ago

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Overstepping

Isaiah and Kieran meet for the first time. Not a friendly exchange.

After a very long time, Isaiah was having a good day.

The cold and fever finally shaken off, he was making the most of the semester holidays to throw himself into some work. Some important strategic visits and dinners with district sherifs, the prosecutor and law departments specialising in wolves and beyond...right after he had steaks with the Big Three and five biggest packs after them...yeah, at this pace, he would have the first 10 to 15 most prominent packs down at the end of the month.

It surprised him how much he actually enjoyed doing this. The socialising, the exchange of ideas, the way he could see the wolves reacting to him and taking him seriously.

He felt a lot better about it. Now that he knew he wouldn't have to kill anyone he didn't want to, that there was no father and no Levi to hover above his shoulder and criticise how he was doing things, he felt much more freedom.

Funny as it was, cause nothing on the outside actually changed. Isaiah just...made up his mind. Figured out he didn't have to have it figured out to move forward.

He could just do what he felt was right.

Why was that such a shocking discovery? What brought on the change?

He knew he started to spread his webs because he wanted to help Shawn, but now that he decided to do it, it felt so smooth. Like he really was meant to be good at this.

Not that it was easy. His psychology studies and his small pack perplexed people as did his years long inactivity.

Not to mention Hector and his little pack. When people weren't asking him to rain him down like he was a horse Isaiah had control over they were suspecting whatever Isaiah did was for Hector's sake.

That was his main challange right now. To make people believe whatever decision he made was for the best of the city and not his little brothers.

He would also need to explain that to Hector because Isaiah felt a bit guilty. Eventually, there would be a situation where their interests would stand against each other, there was no way around it. How they were going to survive that, how Isaiah could be a neutral authority and a good older brother, he didn't know yet.

He also didn't feel like he particularly cared at the moment. It was likely temporary but all he currently felt when he thought of Hector was venom. Haven't Isaiah done enough? What bussiness did Hector have to demand anything?

It insulted him even more whenever someone suggested that Isaiah might take Hector's side in pack conflicts. No sir, he would definitely not. Maybe even take the side against him out of very biased reasons.

Yeah, he better not handle anything with Hector right at the moment. Until he got over this.

Something about their last conversation just...lit him up inside. His shadow felt wilder, bolder and more confident than it felt in a long time. Isaiah never had control issues, but his shadow felt so free and overjoyed.

Goddamit, did it always feel so good to just act on what you felt like?

Isaiah took the stairs to their place, whistling to himself. It was cold outside but he took only a black coat over the suit. He felt good about himself today. Finally back in shape.

His good mood fell, when he opened the door to voices in the living room.

Laughter. That was Seline and the other was...unknown.

Isaiah blinked, shutting the door. Okay, no panic. If something was wrong, there would be different sounds.

Putting his coat and shoes away with careful grace, he tried to pick up on the scattered bits of conversation.

When he walked in he was greeted with an absurd image.

Seline was on the couch, one leg thrown over the other, an open blinding smile on her face. She still had her work clothes on from her university work, a fitting button up and snuggly jeans.

A stranger was right next to her, his closeness balancing between polite and inappropriate territory. Curly black hair, muscly built, skin sun-kissed in a warm tone that was unusual for mid-Febraury cold.

He was built well, broad shoulders, a tight white shirt showing off how ripped the guy was.

And his arm was resting at the top of the couch, making a curve around where Seline was sitting.

Just a few centimeters away from touching her.

Isaiah saw red for a second. He took a deep breath though and smiled, years and years of patience kicking in. Why the sight made his adrenaline calmness settle over him, he wasn't sure.

"Hello there. Are we having a guest over?"

Seline turned to him, not even a shadow of concern on her face. "Isaiah, hey! This is the neighbor that right under us. You know, the one who helped me up the stairs when I had a fever?"

Kieran looked at Isaiah expectantly, meeting his eyes.

That was a polite thing to do for humans, and something very impolite for anyone who understood wolves.

Isaiah could stand an innocent human look. And Kieran was a human, even if his scent was familiar.

But the way the man immediately scanned him up and down, showing his teeth as he smiled at him felt...purposeful. Aware.

"Nice to finally meet you. My name is-"

"Kieran Gray," Isaiah interjected, "Cole Gray's younger brother."

Kieran frowned a little, but the grin held on. "Ah. You heard of me?"

I fucking allowed you to live here, you little jerk. And don't act like you don't know what you are doing.

"The only human son of the Gray wolf leader," Isaiah continued as if Kieran said nothing. If Seline believed this guy didn't know how to act around wolves, that any challange in his movements was on accident, he wanted to clear that up.

Kieran's expression didn't change, but the frown smoothed over. Something flashed in his eyes at the word 'human'. Good.

"Oh, I had no idea," Seline said, throwing her hair back. "You must have lot of experience with wolves then."

"Way too much," Kieran said with a chuckle. "What can I do. I get the best of both worlds."

"His brother is an influential lawyer. Lots of experience with the court system in Austria," Isaiah said.

"And he is a wolf? That's an amazing feat," Seline said, which was not the reaction Isaiah hoped for. "You must be very proud of him."

Kieran rolled his eyes, shoulders relaxing. That was he was moving even closer to her.

Isaiah couldn't keep his eyes from that offending arm so close to Seline's shoulder, almost touching the gold of her hair.

His brain was flashing him tasty visions of tearing that hand right off. It helped him keep up his smile.

"Ah you know wolves. They get a medal when they keep themselves from tearing out someone's throat." Kieran's eyes narrowed. "They are so cool and strong, but we admire them most for managing to copy us."

Seline looked very interested at the statement, leaning back at the couch.

Isaiah stepped closer, thinking of 100 excuses of how he could get her out of his proximity. Something about the way he said that last thing...what he said even, seemed like a challange.

"Oh? You and your brother don't get along?" Isaiah said nonchalantly.

Kieran's jaw tightened, before he showed his teeth again. "Something like that. He has a stick up his ass and controls himself all day instead of letting his shadow lose. It's a torturous existence."

You sure have a wolf mannerism for loathing wolves so much.

"That's too bad then," Isaiah said, leaning against the wall separating the entry hall and the living room. His shadow was licking at his ears to be let out. Why the hell was he so bloodthirsty around this guy?

Seline looked from one to the other, finally picking up on the tension.

"Not at all. It comes with being brothers." He titled his head to the side. "You remind me of him."

It was Isaiah's turn to narrow his eyes as he met the challenging stare. It was interesting. Since Arnie's birth, Isaiah always felt like shielding humans around wolves.

He felt no such inkling for Kieran.

"You came over for coffee?" Isaiah said looking at the empty cup on the table. "Since it's all finished, maybe it's time for you to go? We have some work left."

Seline let out a shocked gasp.

Kieran's eyebrows jumped up, but he grinned again, getting up. "But of course. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome."

"Kieran, there is no need-" Seline looked perplexed, looking at Isaiah questioningly. "Isaiah?"

"That's a good idea," Isaiah said coldly, "let me see your off."

To Isaiah's frustration, Kieran looked more amused than surprised or upset. He had no coat, coming to them wearing slippers and that short-sleeved shirt.

With a last wink towards Seline he said goodbye.

Isaiah followed him outside, fuming quietly.

The second the door behind them was closed, Kieran turned around. Too quickly for someone who should know better.

Isaiah grabbed him by the arm, twisted it and slammed him against the wall next to the door to make no sound.

"Oh," Kieran yelped, and then laughed. "I thought it would be harder to rile up an Executioner. But you are ready for action."

Isaiah growled into his ear. Somewhere at the back of his head knew he was being a bit excessive. But he was willing to risk it with the guy. "What do you think you are doing? Stepping into the wasp's nest, are we?"

"Is this your temper behind closed doors? I heard you had such a stellar control, only rivaled by my brother. Is it me...or maybe the girl?"

This time Isaiah couldn't make a sound over the growling.

"Alright, man, calm down," Kieran said, no trace of fear in his voice or desire of said emotion in his voice.

Was it excitement Isaiah was hearing? Jesus christ.

"You think it's a good idea to walk into my house like that? To challenge me? I can't believe you," Isaiah said, voice lowering in anger.

"I guess they didn't teach me any better. Are you gonna?"

Isaiah let him go in disgust. "You have a death wish."

Kieran looked smug as he turned, but moved more slowly this time, rubbing his shoulder. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm just a little curious."

The curly man stepped closer to Isaiah, dark eyes sparkling. They were almost the same height.

"You made a deal with my brother to have me live here," Kieran said, the humor disappearing. "Call me noisy, but what exactly could an Executioner with only a bar exam to go want with my lawyer of a brother? What is the deal here?"

Isaiah mirrored the movement, taking a step closer too. "I thought you didn't like each other."

Kieran's eyebrow twitched. "Doesn't mean it doesn't interest me. You threatening him somehow? Am I hostage to use against him?"

Isaiah met his gaze steadily, but frowned in surprise. "There is no such thing going. Your brother needed a favour and I needed something from him. Believe it or not, you are here for your own protection." His lip curled up. "I wasn't sure of what, but now I understand why."

Kieran frowned for real this time. "Don't fuck with me. I know this whole building is yours. You are making this your home base and you got me arranged on silver platter. Why?" He pointed his thumb back at the door. "Even Seline doesn't know that and she is your only witch."

"I see. You are digging around. And you like to break the rules," Isaiah smiled.

This guy knew what he was doing from the get go.

The wolf reached over to put his hands slowly on Kieran's shoulders, as if smoothing up his shirt. That was a breach for privacy for wolves, of body closeness. Extremely rude and challenging.

The Executioner felt the human freezing under his touch. His pulse quickened. He knew very well what Isaiah was doing.

"I don't mind. Dig around. Watch me, if you want. I have nothing to hide."

He grabbed him under the neck, crumpling the fabric in his fist. "But you try to get to me through her or overstep the boundaries of this place again," Isaiah whispered, "and I'm going to make you regret it. Understand?"

Kieran wasn't grinning now. He stayed frozen for a bit before his hand wrapped around Isaiah's wrist.

After a moment, he tried putting some pressure behind it.

Isaiah let out a breath and let him get free without struggling, stepping away.

"Nice meeting you, Kieran."

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silverynight · 2 days ago

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Sweet promises

Tanjirou's life changes completely when a stranger saves him and his family from a demon.

He's taller than Tanjirou, and his eyes are deep blue that probably hide so many emotions in them.

"Thank you!" Tanjirou smiles again, slightly tugging the swordsman by his haori. "Please, stay over for dinner. It's the least we can do."

"My name is Tomioka Giyuu," he finally introduces himself as he watches intently how Tanjirou pulls his long, red hair into a ponytail. "And it'd be a pleasure to have dinner with you and your family."

"Great! I'm Kamado Tanjirou, by the way!"

He introduces his family and they all have a nice time as they eat; Tanjirou's Mom and his siblings are aware of what happened and are so grateful to Tomioka, they basically welcome him into their family instantly.

He leaves that day after pulling Tanjirou into a hug, but comes back a few days later and begs the family to move into a secure house he prepared for them.

Tomioka explains everything he knows about demons that day, and even though he thinks it'll take a while for another one to appear; the place seems rather hidden, he'll feel a lot better if they decide to go with him.

After a couple of minutes of Kie talking to her eldest son and daughter, she decides to accept the swordsman's offer.

They follow him.

"I think he's doing this because of you, Tanjirou," Nezuko tells him as soon as Tomioka gets distracted talking to Kie on the way to their new home.

"What do you mean?"

"He's quite taken with you already."

Tanjirou blushes, but shakes his head immediately.

"Of course not. He's just being a nice person."

Nezuko looks back at him with amusement, like she knows a lot more than Tanjirou, but doesn't say anything else.

***

The place is way bigger than the house they used to live in, but Tomioka assures them all that it's completely theirs.

"Also... it's very close to my estate," he informs Tanjirou, as his cheeks turn slightly pink. "So I can pay you visits every now and then if you want."

"I'd love to, Tomioka-san!" Tanjirou beams. For a moment, he feels like he's going to start sobbing because he's so happy. His family is safe now. He's still not sure what he's going to do for a living, but he knows he can get a decent job in no time.

Tanjirou starts working at a small restaurant a few days later, even though the water hashira assures him he can provide for him and his family, and he often does, but Tanjirou likes to keep himself active.

He likes to work.

As Tomioka later explains to him, that whole area belongs to the Corps, which is why Tanjirou often sees boys and girls wearing peculiar uniforms walking around and inside the restaurant.

"I haven't seen you here before," a female slayer points out, after Tanjirou brings a bowl of noodles to her and her friends' table.

"My family moved in a month ago!" Tanjirou smiles, prompting the girl to blush. "We love this place already!"

"I'm glad," another slayer says, grinning at the redhead. "So we get to see your pretty face often!"

Tanjirou gets so flustered he blushes to the tip of his ears, but nods anyway before going back inside the kitchen.

"You got a lot of admirers already," the owner comments with amusement. "I'm pretty sure you'll get married soon."

Tanjirou shakes his head, not trusting his own voice at the moment. His boss is a nice man, but the redhead thinks he's exaggerating a bit.

The water hashira walks in the restaurant a few days later. The owner respects him a lot, and he often offers Tomioka food for free, but the Pillar always insists on paying for everything.

"He's a hashira," the man explains to Tanjirou, even though the redhead knows a little bit about ranks already. "Listen, those slayers that came the other day are good people and do their best, but that one over there with the mismatched haori is the one who makes sure this whole area is safe."

Tanjirou looks over at Tomioka, who seems to be waiting patiently, and feels another wave of admiration for him inside his chest.

The water hashira meets his eyes then, and smiles at him before waving.

"Oh," the owner notices, looking back at Tanjirou. "You caught that one's attention too?"

Blushing to the tip of his ears, Tanjirou shakes his head rather fast.

"It's not like that!" He tries to explain. "He saved me and my family from a demon a while ago. That's why I know him!"

The man looks at Tanjirou with amusement and for a moment, that look reminds him of Nezuko.

"He doesn't smile at all... in fact, it's the first time I've seen him smile in years," the man continues. He prepares a special bowl and hands it to Tanjirou. "Go ahead, take this to him."

"Tanjirou," the smile on the Pillar's face turns even wider as the redhead approaches his table. "Nezuko told me you'd be here."

"There's been a lot of work lately," Tanjirou says then. "The slayers like to come here often."

"I know you like to stay active," Tomioka says after a couple of seconds. "But you don't have to work too much. I can perfectly take care of your family's expenses."

"It's okay, I like this job. Besides, you do a lot for us already," Tanjirou reminds him. "I saw the cute yukata you bought for Rokuta the other day. He loves it, by the way."

"I'm glad."

Tomioka has a particular way of looking right into Tanjirou's eyes that usually makes him feel flustered.

"I have to go back to the kitchen!"

The water hashira grabs him by the wrist before Tanjirou can leave.

"When do you have a day off?"

"Tomorrow, actually."

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

When Tanjirou gets back inside the kitchen, still flustered, the owner grins at him.

"You should marry that one. He's clearly besotted already, and since he's a hashira, he can take care of you better than the other slayers that make heart eyes at you."

"Thanks for the a-advice!" Tanjirou stammers as his face turns completely red. "But we're just friends!"

"Are you kidding me? He looks at you like you're his entire world!"

Tanjirou doesn't argue with that because he's too flustered to speak, but he assures himself the man is mistaken.

***

This time, Tomioka says he wants to take Tanjirou to the nearby town, and even though he walks in the Kamados house to say 'Hi' it looks like he wants to spend time with Tanjirou only.

There are a lot of people in that town who know about the existence of demons and are very aware of who Tomioka is. Some of them even bow in front of him when they see him.

Tanjirou runs into a couple of slayers too, the ones who keep coming in the restaurant he works at.

"You look really cute today!" One female slayer compliments him as the others get closer.

"Thank you!" He smiles. "You too!"

"Listen, Tanjirou... I was wondering–Ouch! Why did you elbow my ribs like that, Kana? Oh, yeah... I mean, we were wondering if–"

"Are these your friends, Tanjirou?" Tomioka finally turns around before putting a hand on the redhead's shoulder.

"Yes, they come almost every single day to the place I work at and–"

"I'm sorry!" The three of them look over Tanjirou's shoulder and turn pale at the same time. "We have to go back training!"

He watches in confusion as they leave, like they just saw a demon. Tomioka leans closer to him before nuzzling against the left side of his head gently.

"Let's go get something to eat. I know another place around here."

"Alright!"

Tomioka makes sure to keep visiting him, especially him... which is nice. Tanjirou is sure they're good friends now and the water hashira enjoys his company a lot.

After a few weeks, however, the Pillar asks to see Kamado Kie and Nezuko. He talks with both of them while Tanjirou takes care of Rokuta and Shigeru. Takeo and Hanako are talking about how they have seen this coming a long time ago, which only confuses the redhead.

"What do you mean?"

Takeo rolls his eyes, makes a disgusted expression before saying: "Tomioka-san is probably going to ask Mom and Nezuko permission to start a courtship."

"Is he going to court Nezuko?" Tanjirou asks suddenly, not sure how to feel about it.

Hanako giggles, as Takeo stares at him like he's crazy.

"How could he? If he's in love with you!" His little sister says, still giggling.

"What?"

However, before his siblings can say anything else, Tomioka comes out of another room, followed by an amused Nezuko, and a very content Kie.

He kneels in front of Tanjirou and takes one of his hands as his cheeks turn slightly pink.

"Your mother and your sister gave me their approval already," Tomioka mumbles, looking a bit nervous. "I'd like to court you, but it's okay if you just want to be my friend. I'd understand, so don't feel like you have to say–"

"Yes," Tanjirou cuts him off, feeling himself getting red as he speaks. "I'd love for you to court me, Tomioka-san!"

The hashira is so happy he gives the redhead a kiss on the lips in front of his family. Most of them laugh happily, but Takeo makes a puking sound, although Tanjirou knows he's actually happy for him too.

***

Mitsuri has told Obanai multiple times that Giyuu looks a lot happier lately, especially during the last couple of meetings. Although she knows he doesn't care about it that much; she's still curious.

When she mentions it to Shinobu though, she agrees with her and says that she has noticed it too.

"He's not very communicative, so I doubt he'll say anything, even if we ask him," the insect hashira mumbles after a while.

"I'll try to ask him anyway!" Mitsuri says, and that's the end of it... that day at least.

Ubuyashiki calls them all to have another meeting and the love hashira is ready to ask Giyuu a little bit about his life, but she doesn't have to because this time, she notices the wedding ring on his finger.

"Giyuu... I think you should bring Tanjirou more often," Ubuyashiki says casually after he listens to their latest reports. "So you can introduce him to the others."

Tanjirou? Is that Giyuu's spouse? So Ubuyashiki knows him!

"I will, if that's what Oyakata-sama wants," the water hashira nods, although he doesn't look quite happy about it.

"Actually, I did invite him today so he'll be joining us any moment now," Amane cuts in then, looking a bit amused out of the sudden.

"Who's Tanjirou?" Kyojuro asks with curiosity.

However, the other Pillar doesn't get the opportunity to answer that question because Tengen also notices what Mitsuri did from the beginning.

"Is he your husband?" The sound hashira asks, a bit loud, but looking like he's having fun. "I didn't know you were married!"

"I got married... a while ago."

"He has to meet my wives!"

"Tanjirou is usually very busy... I don't think–"

"Giyuu-san!"

He gets cut off by the arrival of the most beautiful young man Mitsuri has ever seen. His eyes are red, but they shine with a bright shade of pink under the sunlight. His hair is long, tied up into a ponytail; it's a deeper shade of red than his eyes and looks so soft, Mitsuri is dying to ask him if he'd let her braid it.

"I brought you the bento I made this morning," he says sweetly to his husband before giving the water hashira a kiss on the cheek. He turns around and notices the other Pillars are staring at him with undivided attention, Gyomei even leans his body in the direction he heard Tanjirou's soft voice. "Hi! I'm Tomioka Tanjirou, I'm glad to meet you all. I brought you a couple of onigiri for each of you so you don't leave with an empty stomach."

Mitsuri loves him already and has the feeling the others do too, although Giyuu doesn't look happy about it.

"Tanjirou, it's time to go back home," the water hashira says rather quickly, as he places a possessive hand on his husband's tiny waist.

"Oh, alright! It was a pleasure to meet you!"

"The pleasure was ours, my boy!"

"Come back soon!"

"You can come to my estate whenever you want!"

Giyuu takes Tanjirou in his arms then and leaves as soon as possible; he doesn't even give his husband the opportunity to agree to any of the invitations.

Mitsuri has the feeling he probably did it on purpose.

***

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gremlin-girly · 3 days ago

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And one more request so you have options 🤭

Curtis Everett + "How much have you had to drink?" + Second chance

SIRIIII 😩 I'm on a bit of a Curtis kick rn so this was just perfect 🥰 angsty fic incoming but hey, good dollop of fluff too

Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Curtis Everett x f!reader (exes)

Tags/warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, (because i have to have a happy ending lol), alcohol mentions, being drunk, sweet smut implied, emotionally stunted Curtis (he's a warning)

Not beta'd and I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI Machine.

Summary: Late one evening, a week after your break up, you find your drunk ex-boyfriend at your door.

Word count: 1.4k

This is part of the 20s Challenge

Navigation | 20s Masterlist | Curtis Everett Collection

Breaking up with Curtis was probably one of the hardest things you had ever done. The man was perfect in all ways but one; communication. He would bottle and bottle and bottle emotions before blowing up over something small and the floodgates opened. It frustrated you to no end, at first you were understanding, but told him repeatedly to speak with you about his feelings before he made you both upset.

He didn’t.

Getting Curtis’ feelings – true feelings – out of him was like drawing blood from a stone. Emotionally stunted didn’t even begin to cover the canvas that was Curtis’ stoic psyche and you were tired of helping paint it for him. Whilst everyone had their flaws, you didn’t want or need to expect a blow up every month in order for him to get his feelings off his chest. He was a grown man. Speaking to his partner should be second nature.

You loved Curtis, you really did, and you kept swithering on whether you’d made the right decision. Maybe you should have waited longer. Maybe you should have left sooner so it didnt hurt as bad. You were thinking of the future, what if you had kids? Would they have to be yelled at to? Would you have to console them and try to explain that’s just what he’s like?

Other than that, Curtis had been a perfect boyfriend. He was attentive and caring, funny when he wanted to be and made you feel like you were the only woman in the world. So that’s why, despite your best efforts, you were spending your Saturday curled up in a blanket, sobbing into your ice cream watching some God awful rom-com to try and cheer you up.

You sniff loudly as more tears fall into your ice cream. No. You’d made the right choice. Even if your heart ached terribly and you felt like throwing up.... Maybe that was the ice cream.

The knock at the door startled you. The pizza guy was early but wiping your face free of tears you went to the door and flung it open.

Before you wasn’t a steaming pizza it was a steaming Curtis. He stank of beer, cigarettes and a hint of whiskey; a cocktail of self pity if you ever smelt it. His cheeks were flushed but his blue eyes mimicked yours, puffy and red with tears. You were so taken aback by the sight you were immediately concerned about him rather than trying to close the door in his face.

“Curtis,” you whisper softly, your hand reaching out and brushing one of his hands on instinct, lingering for mere seconds before you pull it away again. The electric current between your bodies was still palpable and your fingertips that had touched his skin thrummed with energy. “How much have you had to drink?”

Curtis doesn’t answer, his lips quivering as fresh tears brim, but he rubs his face with his hands. You want to comfort him but you're apprehensive; trying to protect your heart from more pain is the least you could do tonight.

“Sorry I-“ He sniffs and feigns a smile, your heart breaking all over again. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I don’t even know why I came here.”

“Yes you do.” Your heart speaks for you and you fold your arms across your chest, making a feeble attempt at being firm as you nod at him. “Tell me.”

For once in all the time that you’ve known him, Curtis unleashes a tidal wave of babbling.

“I miss you. So much. At first I was angry – more at myself than anything – I didn’t want to see you o-or speak to you.” He takes a shaky breath. “But at night I missed having you next to me, missed hearing you laugh and seeing your smile and I had to see you. Even if it was for one last time.”

You nod again, urging him to continue.

He was wrecked.

“God I-,” he hiccups. “I fucked it up didn’t I?”

You don’t quite know how to answer but offer a gentle smile. “Curtis-“

“No – no. I didn’t tell you I loved you enough. I... should have told you how happy you made me too. I’m sorry.” He says again. “For everything. I love you so much. And –“

You could feel your own tears forming. He shifts uncomfortably, his large frame looming on your doorway should be a little frightening, but with those big puppy dog blues you feel nothing but love fill the cracks of your broken heart.

“I know I don’t deserve to ask this,” He says quietly, sniffing again in an attempt to control his breathing. “But could I... could we...?”

He trails but you don’t need him to spell out the request. Curtis’ eyes are so sad, so pleading, that you consider the unspoken question. You’d never seen him in such a state before, and although it was the alcohol that spurred him to your doorstep, he seemed genuinely remorseful for his actions.

“On one condition,” You say firmly, heart beating excitedly when you see Curtis’ eyes widen in surprise. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to actually give him a second chance.

“Whatever emotions you feel, especially negative ones, instead of bottling it up in here,” you poke at his chest, directly over his heart. “You speak to me. We’re meant to be a team, Curtis. I need to to be able to speak to me.”

Curtis nods, eyes sparkling with joy. “I can definitely promise to try.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.” You murmur, watching Curtis’ eyes flicker to your lips.

“As a trial, can I tell you what I’m feeling now?”

A giggle passes your lips as Curtis closes the gap between you both, taking your face in his large hands, a big stupid grin plastered across hisd face.

“I’m so fucking happy you gave me a second chance.” His head dips to give you a searing kiss that makes your toes curl, before pulling back and kissing you again and again like it was going out of fashion.

“I won’t disappoint you.” Curtis promises between kisses. “Never again.”

“Erm,” A voice coughs to get your attention and both you and Curtis look over to see a teenager in a pizza chain uniform standing awkwardly in the hall carrying your extra large pepperoni pizza. “Are you apartment seventeen?”

“Yeahhh,” You cringe slightly, your face still held in Curtis’ hands. “Curtis can you bring it inside for me please?”

“Yeah – uh – of course.” Curtis releases your face and takes the pizza, offering the teen a sheepish smile as you retreat into your apartment to laugh.

The next two hours of your night is spent eating pizza, begrudingly sharing the rest of your ice cream, swapping some of your favourite memories together and tactfully avoiding talking about your last week apart. It takes an hour before your touching shoulders as you laugh and chat away, after the second you’re both cuddled under a fluffy throw and discussing movie options. It’s second nature, utterly natural, and you know this is the right choice.

Who kissed who first fifteen minutes into the movie was irrelevant. You both mould together effortlessly; your legs intertwining with his thick ones when he pulls you onto his chest, his hands in your hair to hold you in place.

Curtis is making double the effort to be slow with you, gentle, and your heart pounds as you settle into the sofa. Your bodies move in tandem, perfectly in synch. At some point Curtis lifts his head, murmuring out apologies and how he couldn’t resist kissing you, that he should leave for the night and come back tomorrow, sober, with roses.

“What if I don’t want you to leave?” You murmur back, chasing his lips as he looks down at you with anxious joy.

“What?”

“I said, what if I don’t want you to leave?” And then a little more firmly you add, “I don’t want you to leave.”

Your hand finds his and you squeeze it hard. Curtis looks to you, then your hand on his, slowly turning it so his fingers can knit into yours.

“I don’t want to leave either.” He confesses quietly. “I want to be selfish and wake up to your face next to mine.”

You scrunch your facewith a smile. “Even with my morning breath?”

Curtis puffs a chuckle and sighs. “Yeah. Even with your morning breath.”

“Then it’s settled. You stay.”

Settling back down across your body again, Curtis resumes his kisses and whispered compliments while you giggle and attempt to kiss him back. The kissing and compliments don’t stop until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms, cuddled together naked under your sheets, enjoying the warmth and joy the other brings.

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bm571158 · 1 day ago

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Free Now LN4 (Part 28)

"Are you alright?" Flo asked, glancing over at Lottie. She'd been staring into space, almost completely unaware of the practice session being shown on tv, barely uttering a word since it had started.

"What?" Lottie mumbled, looking at Flo like she'd only just realised she was there.

"Alright, what's going on?" Flo asked looking bewildered. "Start talking."

Lottie was quiet for a second, then leaned in to whisper in Flo's ear, glancing around to make sure no one was listening to them. "Lando just introduced me to his teammate as his girlfriend."

"And?" Flo looked at her blankly.

"And we hadn't had that conversation..." Lottie mumbled. "Do you think he just said it because it was easier than trying to explain? He didn't mean it, did he?"

Flo laughed quietly. "How many times do I have to tell you that he's literally terrible at communicating his feelings about anything before you listen to me?"

"I'm listening now." Lottie sighed. "Every time I think I'm getting things straight he'll say or do something else and it just sends me spinning again."

"I think if he said it, then he was probably just saying whatever he feels." Flo reassured her. "He's not one to think things over or have much of a filter. If it's in his brain it's generally going to come out of his mouth at some point. He's got himself in all kinds of trouble over the years with that, you know this."

"Why is this so hard?" Lottie groaned. "Why can I not just get my brain go stop worrying about every tiny thing and just let it be what it will be?"

"Because you like him." Flo smirked.

Lottie rolled her eyes at Flo. "Don't you start. Just forget I said anything? Let's just change the subject."

She didn't have to worry for long, as the practice session finished at the cars were wheeled back into the garage, the roar of the engines and the noise of the team around them working quickly drowning out anything Flo could have had to say.

Instead she watched as Lando climbed out of the car, high-fiving several members of his team and stopping off to talk to his engineer for a few minutes before he rejoined them. She couldn't help but smile at the big grin on his face, having gone fastest in the session, and started the weekend off just the way he needed to.

"Hey." Lottie smiled as he approached them, his fingers running through the tousled curls on the top of his head, trying to tame them into submission.

"Hey." He grinned. "Are you having fun?" He stood behind her where she was sitting on her chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I am." She smiled. "Well done, you did great out there."

"The car feels good, I've got a good feeling about this weekend." He nodded enthusiastically. "It's going to he a good weekend."

"I like this positivity." Lottie smiled, it was nice to see him actually looking excited and like he was enjoying himself.

"Shall we go and get some lunch?" He asked, glancing at his watch. "We've got a couple of hours before I need to be back here again."

"Sounds good." Lottie nodded, getting to her feet. One hand grasped at her crutch, the other Lando captured in his own, giving it a squeeze as they slowly headed out of the garage. Lando called a few promises over his shoulder to catch up with his parents and Flo later.

"Thanks for coming this weekend." He said softly as they got outside into the relative quiet of the paddock. "It's been so good to have you here."

"You're doing really well." Lottie smiled. "I'm proud of you."

"I uh... I was a bit worried I might've put my foot in it earlier." Lando admitted. "Probably spent more time thinking about that when I was driving than I did thinking about where I was actually going."

"Don't tell me that you're not even paying attention while you're out there going that fast. It's scary enough to watch as it is." Lottie told him. "Is this about what you said to Oscar?"

"Yeah." Lando nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. It just kind of fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop it."

"It's fine." Lottie reassured him. "I can pretend that I didn't hear it. I'm not going to hold you to anything you said, don't worry."

"What if I want you to?" Lando asked.

"Huh?" Lottie looked at him blankly.

"I want it to be true, Lottie. I want to be able to call you my girlfriend, I just... I didn't know how to ask, I got myself all worked up and convinced I was going to ruin everything if I did and then I ended up just blurting it out anyway." He laughed nervously. "Unless you don't feel like that and then that's fine, then just forget I ever said anything and-"

"Lando." Lottie laughed, cutting off his nervous ramble. "Are you going to actually stop for a second and let me speak?"

"Sorry." He laughed nervously. "I talk a lot when I'm nervous. Mum and Dad have spent half their lives telling me to shut up. Flo too, she finds it so annoying.... I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

Lottie giggled, watching him blush as he realised what he was doing. "Are you done? Can I speak?"

Lando nodded, biting on his bottom lip as if he didn't trust himself not to start talking again.

"I didn't mind what you said, Lando. Calling me your girlfriend, you make me happy, I want to be with you... you just caught me by surprise that's all." She told him.

"Sorry." He laughed nervously. "So you're not going to run away?"

"It might be a little too soon for you to be making running jokes." She teased him, but he could see from the way her eyes twinkled she was winding him up.

"Come on, let's go get some lunch." He wrapped his arm around her, leading her back towards the hospitality.

*****

Lando had driven them back to the garage in the golf kart after lunch, ready for the second practice session. He'd actually got them there early, much to the surprise of the team, who had made a lot of jokes about him actually being there on time for once. He had brushed them off, pulling faces and making all kinds of hand gestures at them with a laugh as he guided Lottie back towards her chair to sit and watch.

She sat down quickly as soon as she got there with no prompting from him, the efforts of the weekend really starting to catch up with her and she was beyond tired.

Lando had taken up his position stood behind her, hands on her shoulders, as she listened to him and Oscar talking, occasionally joining in when Oscar asked her a question. Oscar was full of questions about how her and Lando had met, and she could tell he was trying to find a polite way to ask what had happened to her and why she was on crutches, but he kept dancing around the subject.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Lando asked. "I'm sure Flo would take you back to the hotel if you're getting tired? It's been a pretty full on day."

"I'm fine." Lottie reassured, giving his arm a squeeze. "Do you need to go?"

He looked at his watch, then back at Lottie. "I do, I'm sorry."

"I'll be fine, your parents are right there and Flo will be here in a minute." Lottie told him. "Go, be brilliant. I'll see you after."

"Okay." He grinned, leaning into give her a kiss before heading off in the direction of where his parents were standing talking. Not thirty seconds after he'd stopped to speak to his Mum was Cisca sitting down in the chair beside her and Lottie knew exactly what he'd done.

"You don't need to sit here and babysit me, Cisca." Lottie told her. "I'm absolutely fine sat here on my own."

"It's not babysitting." Cisca shook her head. "Just keeping you company, and it gives me a break from listening to Adam. I've got no idea what they've even been talking about for half the day. It makes no sense to me. How are you finding it? Are you having fun?"

"It's really nice to be here." Lottie smiled. "He's doing so well, isn't he?"

"He is." Cisca nodded. "He looks a lot more relaxed too, I think we might have you being here to thank for that."

"I haven't done anything." Lottie mumbled. "He'll be fine, he just needed to remember that he's very talented and does actually really enjoy this. He can do this."

"I'm too scared I'll say the wrong thing to say anything about racing to him anymore." Cisca admitted. "Whatever I say it always seems to make it worse, so I've just stopped. If I keep my mouth shut I can't upset him."

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it." Lottie reassured her. "He just gets so in his own head about it, doesn't he?"

Cisca nodded in agreement. "It's been really good for him I think, having you to talk to. You just seem to get it."

"I do." Lottie nodded. "I was just like him. Nothing but a win was ever enough, I used to beat myself up for every tiny little mistake. I spent so much time doing that I don't think I ever really took the time to enjoy the fact that I was getting to do what I loved. I don't want that to happen to him."

Cisca didn't answer her, just wrapping her up in a hug that had Lando giving the pair of them a questioning look as he pulled his helmet on to get in the car.

****

He'd been top of the time sheets for the second practice too, and was practically skipping he was so happy when he eventually returned to find Lottie in the McLaren hospitality area.

"Alright, are we already to go?" He asked, holding a hand out to help Lottie up.

"Yeah, let's go." Lottie agreed.

"What time are we meeting for dinner?" Flo asked.

"Lottie looks pretty tired, we'll go back and see how she feels later?" Lando suggested, glancing back and forth between Lottie and his sister.

"Yeah." Lottie yawned. "Sorry, is that okay?"

"Of course." Flo agreed. "I'll drag mum and dad out with me anyway. Go and get some rest."

As they headed out of the door Lando pointed to the golf cart from earlier, a member of the McLaren team waiting to drive them back to the car. "I can walk." She protested.

"Come on, get in." He instructed. "Stop trying to make everything so much harder for yourself than it needs to be."

She didn't have an answer to that, just climbing in beside him and quietly thanking the member of the McLaren team for driving them. For Lando it came with the added bonus that no one could try to stop him for a photo or autograph as he made his way to the exit, and probably saved them a lot of time.

She climbed into the car beside him, watching as he reversed out of the parking space and quickly headed out of the track and on to the road.

"You did really good today." She said softly, her hand resting on his leg as he drove. "I'm proud of you."

"It's been a really good day." Lando agreed with a smile, glancing over her. "Hopefully it'll be a really good weekend and we can go out and celebrate on Sunday."

"Your mum said earlier your brother and sister are coming on Sunday too?" Lottie asked. "I don't think I've ever met them?"

"Yeah." Lando nodded. "I wasn't joking when I said it would turn in to a whole Norris family reunion. You'll be fine, trust me. Flo is the scariest one out of the lot of them and you're her friend. You should be safe."

"I hope they like me. That would be awkward."

Lottie laughed quietly. "Have you got any more people I'm going to have to meet lurking around that I should be aware of."

"Well, you're going to have to meet Carlos properly at some point." Lando warned as he headed in the direction of the hotel. "He's nice though, don't worry."

"Maybe I'll meet him if we are celebrating on Sunday?" Lottie suggested.

"Yeah. I hope so." Lando agreed quietly.

It didn't take them long to get to the hotel, and Lando was quick to guide her past the crowds waiting outside the door, shielding her from the camera flashes as they made their way into the lobby.

"Thank god I'm a bit faster on my feet now." Lottie joked. "That would've been a nightmare a few weeks ago."

"You'll be faster than me soon." Lando joked as the two of them stepped into the elevator to go up to their room. "I can't wait to shower and lie down for a minute. What a day."

Lottie was quiet, lost in her own thoughts as they made their way down the hallway to their hotel room, the conversation that they'd had earlier that day still lingering in her mind. Had he forgotten? Or was he just hoping that she'd forgotten? Maybe he hadn't mean what he had said after all, maybe he was just trying to talk his way out of an awkward situaiton for the both of them. Her stomach churned nervously at the thought.

"What's wrong?" Lando asked, blocking her path as she stepped through the door of the hotel room. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving the two of them stood in the hallway together, and the noise seemed to reverberate around the hotel room.

"Nothing." She shook her head. "I think I just need to take a shower and then lie down for a bit. It's been a busy day."

"Okay." Lando nodded, glancing into the bathroom. "Are you going to be alright getting in and out of there?"

"I'll be fine. It's better than your shower at home." She pointed out. "Do you mind if I go first?"

"Sure." Lando agreed. "Shout if you need anything?" He walked away, leaving her to it, still puzzled by her sudden shift in mood.

Lottie shut herself in the bathroom, trying to calm the uneasy feeling in her stomach with very little success. She turned on the shower, the steam and sound of running water filling the room as she stood in front of the mirror looking at herself.

She had to give Flo credit, the makeup she'd put on her had done an incredible job of hiding quite how pale and tired she looked, to the point that she didn't actually want to take it off. The second she took it off she was confronted by the dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep.

She pulled her dress off over her head, leaving it in a crumpled heap in front of the sink, her eyes wandering critically over her body as she looked at her reflection. The different sets of surgical scars that marked her skin, the way the muscle on her injured leg was now wasted away, it probably wasn't noticeable to anyone else but it was all her eyes could see as she stood there.

She had no idea how long she stood there, dissecting her reflection, but eventually she realised Lando was going to come looking for her sooner rather than later. So she pulled off the last remaining bits of her clothing, and with one last very critical glance at her reflection in the mirror got into the shower.

The hot water, and having to focus on not falling over while she washed her hair was a good distraction from her spiralling thoughts. The shower was like a safe little cocoon where those thoughts didn't exist, so she took her time. Eventually though, it was time to get out. So she dried herself off, wrapped herself in one of the fluffy robes that had been left hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

The air in the room was cold as she stepped back out of the steamy bathroom, slowly making her way across the room. She could feel Lando's eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed, watching the way she walked without her crutches, a slow smile spreading across his face as he lay sprawled out on the bed watching tv.

"Looking good." He winked, rolling over to face her as she laid down on the bed beside him.

"Do you think they'd notice if I stole one of these robes?" She asked. "They're so soft, I feel like I need one for every day."

"There's only one way to find out." Lando joked, rolling towards her and wrapping his arms around her. "Are you alright? You were in there a long time. I was getting worried you'd fallen asleep standing up or something."

"I'm fine." She reassured him. "I've had plenty of time to sit down today."

"What's wrong?" He asked, hands running back and forth over the soft material of the robe. As he held her, he could feel the tension of her shoulders, see the way her teeth were constantly biting on her bottom lip.

"It's fine." She said quietly.

"If this is about what we said earlier...." He started reluctantly, because it was lingering in his head. "We don't have to do anything, Lottie."

She looked up at him with a frown, her heart hammering in her chest. Her finger tips trailed over his cheek, coming down to rest against his chest. "It's not that... well it is, but not like that." She told him.

"What's going on?" He asked, reaching up to brush her hair from her face.

Lottie didn't answer, just burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry." She mumbled out, breath catching in her throat.

"Lottie." He sighed. "Talk to me, I don't understand." He was usually pretty good at filling in the blanks when it came to her, but he had absolutely nothing as far as this one was concerned.

"I just want it to stop." She whispered. "I don't want to have to think about it. I don't want you to be looking at me like I'm broken, to be having to work out if I'm actually going to be able to walk far enough to get somewhere. I want to be able to get into bed with you and.... I don't want to spend my whole life looking at myself like this."

"I know you don't hear me when I say it, but I think you're beautiful just as you are." He said softly, lips brushing against her forehead with a featherlight touch. "You're beautiful, you're brave... you make me laugh, you're always there to kick my ass and knock some sense into me when I need it.

He hesitated for a moment, doubting himself, but then his lips slowly trailed down her cheek, pausing to press a kiss at the thin silvery scar on her hairline. Then his lips trailed slowly across her jaw, pausing to press a quick kiss to her lips, before trailing down her neck. He continued his path down her neck, paying particular attention to the neat little scar where the plate that was holding her collarbone together had been inserted.

His fingers trailed over the bare skin of her leg, gently tracing each set of scars. "Beautiful." He repeated, and then before she could react he was shifting down the bed, his lips repeating the trail that his fingers had just made. Starting with the smallest set of scars on her ankle, slowly making his way up to the ones on her knee, pushing her robe aside to trace the path of the biggest scar, up her thigh and over her hip.

"Lando." She protested, feeling beyond exposed as he trailed his way up her skin, leaving a line of opened mouthed kisses along the areas that she hated most.

He followed the same trail back down again, lingering and taking his time on each of the scars, before he crawled back up her body to kiss her. "I know you don't see it right now, but you're beautiful, and I feel like the luckiest guy ever getting to wake up next to you every day." He whispered, his lips hovering just above hers, eyes searching her face for some kind of reaction.

She didn't say anything, instead she looped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair and pulled him down so that she could kiss him. He hesitated for a moment, but kissed her back. It was soft, hesitant and unsure. Each brush of her lips against his as though she was looking for the reassurance that she so desperately needed.

One of his hands gently gripped her waist, the other forearm supporting his body weight as he leaned over her, conscious of not wanting to lean his weight on her. Her hands in his hair tugged at his curls in an attempt to pull him closer, wanting something more than she didn't know how to voice.

Lando's hand on her waist had slid under the robe of its own accord, he didn't know what he was doing until her breath hitched in her throat and he realised his fingertips were now in contact with the soft skin of her stomach.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, lips still on hers, going to retract his hand.

She caught his hand by the wrist, keeping it in place. His fingers pressed gently into her skin, and he was left struggling to remind himself to have some self control and be gentle as her leg hooked around his waist.

"Lando, please." She whimpered.

He looked conflicted for a second and then his hand reached for the tie on her robe, giving her a questioning look as if to check it was really what she wanted. She nodded a fraction, pressing her lips eagerly back to his, and so he quickly pulled at the tie and her robe fell open, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body.

The way he was looking at her had her questioning everything, she'd never felt so exposed as she did under his gaze. "Wait." She mumbled, and as much as he didn't want to, Lando filled, pulling away.

"We can stop." He reassured her, already starting to sit up.

"No." She let out a shaky breath. "Can you just.... Can we turn the lights off?"

"I want to see you." Lando protested, lips still nipping at the skin of her neck gently. "Don't hide from me."

"Please?" She asked again.

He hesitated again, trying to get his brain to kick into gear and think of anything other than the fact she was naked underneath him which was proving incredibly difficult. "I have an idea." He said, reaching for the light switch beside the bed. He turned off the main light, and the room momentarily plunged into darkness. Then he flicked the next switch, and the lamp beside the bed lit up, casting a soft light over the room.

"Better?" He asked quietly, leaning in to kiss her again.

She didn't say anything, but reached up to kiss him again, and he took that as a yes. His hands gently trailed along the curves of her body, fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he tried to commit the feel of her to memory.

He took his time, even as her hips began rolling into his of her own accord, which was like its own form of torture for him. Weeks of pent up frustration and cold showers after he'd woken up with her wrapped around him, the dreams he'd been having about this very moment... and there she was, sprawled out naked in front of him and he had to try and remember to be gentle.

His lips trailed their way down her neck again, following the same path as they had earlier, nipping gently as her skin. A quiet gasp escaped her as his lips trailed over the curve of her breast, his hand palming at the other one as his tongue circled her nipple, her back arching up into his touch.

"So pretty." He murmured, lips trailing across her skin as he shifted down her body, his fingers trailing lower over her ribs, pressing another kiss to a small scar there, before continuing with a slow and deliberate path down her stomach and over her hip.

"Lando. Please." She whispered, her voice sounding far too loud in the quietness of the hotel room. The only sound the wet kisses he was trailing down her body and the rustling of the sheets as he moved down.

"Are you going to stop hiding from me?" He asked quietly, returning his lips to the scar on her thigh, the one that she hated the most.

"Lando." She squirmed as his lips trailed across the inside of her thigh, starting a torturously slow trail towards her core.

"Been waiting so long for this." He groaned, so quietly she assumed he was probably talking to himself.

When his tongue darted out to taste her, they both let out a groan. Lando holding on to her hips as tightly as he dared for fear her might hurt her, just to keep her still.

"Oh.... God...." She moaned, her fingers clutching at the curls of his hair in attempt to ground herself. Somehow, he just seemed to know how to hit all the right spots and she was left wondering how he'd managed to bring her to the edge quite so quickly.

"Come on." Lando mumbled, pulling away for a second before his mouth was back on her, her back arching up off the bed as his fingers teased her entrance, slipping inside.

"Fuck, Lando... don't stop." She gasped, her hips rocking against him of their own accord as she chased her release. "I'm so close."

He did exactly as she said, not letting up at all as her hips ground into him. "Wanna feel you cum on my fingers." Lando breathed, eyes locked on her as he felt her tighten around his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

Lando kissed his way back up her body with a lazy smirk, lips meeting hers in a messy kiss as she tasted herself on his lips. "You alright?" He asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

She nodded almost nervously, biting on her bottom lip, eyes flickering back to him as her hand came up to cradle his face, leaning into kiss him softly.

Lando's hips shifted of their own accord, rutting against the mattress in a useless attempt to relive the pressure in his shorts, a quiet groan escaping him.

"Lando..." she whispered, her hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head. Her hands trailed down the defined muscles of his chest, and he sucked in a shaky breath as her finger tips grazed over his stomach and fiddled with the button on his jeans.

"Lottie, we don't need to..." he mumbled, because as much as he wanted to, he'd probably survive another cold shower.

"I want to." She breathed, already working on his zipper. "Please, Lando. I want this. I want you."

If he'd had any brain power left to argue with her, it all evaporated the second her hand came into contact with his erection through his boxers as she tried to wriggle his jeans down. "Fuck." He hissed, his hips shifting of their own accord into her touch, in desperate need of something.

He was scrambling out of his jeans and his boxers before his brain even really caught up to his actions, and a giggle escaped from Lottie at quite how overly eager he was. His lips crashing back into hers with renewed enthusiasm as he settled himself between her hips, hovering over her.

She saw the look of indecision on his face as he settled himself on to his forearms, holding his weight above her. "Lando, please. I want this." She repeated, wrapping her legs around him in an attempt to pull him closer.

After a moment of hesitation, where she was sure he was going to change his mind, he leaned in to kiss her, hand reaching down between the two of them to line himself up and with a slow thrust he sunk into her in a way that had them both gasping. His forehead dropped to her neck, breath coming in short, sharp bursts against her sweaty skin as he tried to keep his composure at the feeling of her around him.

He stayed there for a moment, before he lifted his head to look at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You okay?" He whispered, searching her face for any kind of indication she was uncomfortable.

"Move, Lando." She encouraged, rolling her hips into his.

"Fuck." His breath caught in his throat, trying to think about anything other than how good she felt around him, or this was going to be over in an embarrassingly short time.

The way she rolled her hips up to meet each of his shallow thrusts was not helping at all, her lips nipping at the skin of his neck, fingers dragging over the muscles on his back. It felt just as good if not better than he'd imagined it would.

"Lottie... I..." it came out as a strangled moan that probably should've been embarrassing as he struggled to keep some kind of self control and remind himself to be gentle with her.

"Feels so good." She panted out, fingers clawing at his skin.

He reached down between them, his fingers circling her clit, and the way she tightened around him was his undoing.

"Shit, I'm..." he scrambled to pull out, his hand pumping his own length a couple of times before his release spilled onto her stomach. "Fuck..." he hissed, trying to catch his breath.

He leaned into kiss her, lips meeting softly as the pair of them tried to catch their breath.

"Do I need to tell you again how beautiful I think you are?" He asked quietly, brushing her hair out of her face.

Lottie couldn't help but blush at the way he was looking at her. She leaned her face into his touch as his thumb traced over her cheek, not knowing what to say.

"I think you might need to join me in the shower after that." Lando joked, seemingly knowing she was having a really hard time finding words.

"I think you might be right." She agreed, reaching up to kiss him again.

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