#i almost put my foot through the floor of my car when i hear

[mousegirlpenis]

it does

i also like Go! by the same band as well as All Out

7 for the song ask

7: a song to drive to

spitfire by public service broadcasting. now to be clear i've never driven anywhere. but i think listening to this while doing it would rule

[ln4smiamitrophy]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 —— part 1.

𐙚 summary; the one where logan sargeant’s sister returns to the public eye after a horrible break up, she meets a guy.

ʚɞ pairing; lando norris x sargeant!singer!reader

ᡣ𐭩 fc; madison beer

⭒ type; smau x irl

⟡ a/n; my very first series (aaahhh!!!) not sure how i feel about this but it’s been awhile since i’ve actually written properly so let’s pray i improve

enjoy lovelies xx

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The next day…

The sun shone through the thin curtains of your Melbourne hotel room, a steak of light shining directly onto your face. A soft groan falls from your lips as your sleep is disrupted by the ball of fire in the sky that seemed to be insistent on waking you up. The realisation that you’ve slept in hits you like a freight train, scrambling out of bed, almost tripping over your feet as you just manage to reach the bathroom.

You’re frantically scouring your hotel room, looking for your other shoe when the door knocks. Relief washes over you as you find the shoe after endless minutes looking. Hopping over to the door, pulling your shoes on, you open it to your older brother, Logan Sargeant. He finds himself amused at the sight of you hopping back into your room to sit down and put the shoe on properly but he shrugs it off, making his way inside.

“You woke up late again?” He questions you, no longer surprised at your antics as a soft chuckle passes his lips. Before he’s aware of it, a pillow is being thrown at him, falling to the floor by his feet.

“For a formula one driver, you really should have better reflex’s Lo,” You tease as your brother as you place your foot back down on the floor, reaching for your bag as you stand up. “Ladies first.” Logan rolls his eyes at you but goes first anyway, making his way into the hotel hallway.

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As the car pulled up at the track, a sense of fear washed over you. What if people don’t want me back? What if it was better off without me? You’re pulled out of your own head by the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. It’s Logan.

“You’re gonna be fine,” A soft smile graces his lips and that’s all you need for reassurance as the car pulls to a stop. Climbing out, you take a deep breath as your feet hit the floor. There’s no more hiding now.

You manage to match the walking rhythm of your brother, your feet falling into the familiar action of one foot in front of the other. The screams from fans as you enter is almost deafening. You hadn’t heard anyone scream your name in so long and suddenly you’re hearing so many scream it all at once. It’s almost a comfort; they’re happy to see me.

You walk with your brother and take a few pictures with some of the excited faces in the crowd though you leave the bulk of fan duty with Logan and his fellow drivers. It’s their day after all.

Walking through the paddock you realise just how much you missed the days you used to spend at race tracks. You’d spent your whole life around race tracks, watching Logan and cheering him on as he worked his way up. There was no one more proud of him than you were when he got signed by Williams. Though due to your rapidly growing career, you were lucky to make it to a race at all, though you never missed one. Always watching him from wherever you were in the world, whatever the time. The familiar hustle and bustle of the paddock brought a warm smile to your face, that only growing when you spot a certain driver in papaya.

“Oscar Jack Piastri,” Your voice in sync with your steps as you walk up behind him. Oscar spins around rather fast at the sound of his name, a large smile plastering on his face at the sight of you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a warm hug. You hug him back before pulling away, and taking a small step back, a smile on your face.

You’d missed him. Growing up with Logan on race tracks meant growing up with Oscar as well. From the moment the two boys met they were inseparable, you very quickly catching on. The three of you became your own little trio, always causing mischief at every turn. Your little trio never ended, no matter how busy any of you were and no matter how long you went without speaking to each other, you always made your way back to each other.

This moment is the first time you’ve seen Oscar in 6 months. You’d spoken over the phone, briefly, but it had been awhile since you’d seen his face up close. As Oscar spoke, it was almost reassuring to notice most things really hadn’t changed at all.

You, Logan and Oscar. The three musketeers. Finally back together.

The joyful moment between you two is abruptly ended at the sound of Oscar’s name being shouted in your direction, a thick British accent filling your ears. Following the sound, your eyes land on a second papaya-clad man. You make him out to be Oscar’s teammate as he got closer. Lando Norris. He comes to a stop at Oscar’s side.

“We’re needed apparently,” the man says to Oscar, not registering the presence of either you nor your brother yet. You’d heard of Lando Norris before, of course you had. Oscar had spoke of him and you’d seen him whenever you watched the race on tv but you’d never seen him in person before.

“Hello to you too Lando,” Oscar says with a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Lando shakes his head, his eyes falling on Logan though still not noticing me.

“Fraternising with the enemy I see,” Lando’s voice is a very soft one, playful. You can’t help the way the corners of your lips turn upwards as he continues teasing your brother. A small giggle leaves your mouth as the teasing persists and that’s when Lando notices you’re there for the first time.

Lando’s eyes fall on you when he hears a giggle come from beside Logan. His eyebrows that are slightly furrowed with confusion relax as his eyes meet yours. The kindness, the warmth in them is unmistakable, just looking into them feels like a warm hug. His eyes scan over the rest of your face, taking in all your features. You’re beautiful. You’re…familiar but somehow he can’t seem to figure it out.

“Y/n Sargeant,” You introduce yourself to Lando, offering up a handshake. Then it clicks where he’s seen you before, besides the obvious. Of course he’s seen you on social media, on the news, he’s heard you on the radio, you’re kind of hard to miss, after all. No but where he recognises you from, with that specific smile on your face is a picture Oscar showed him last year, the picture held a still of you, Oscar and Logan laughing at something, none of you can remember what exactly, when you were 17. That’s what Lando remembers you from.

“Lando Norris,” He accepts the handshake, his maybe holding onto yours for just a moment too long. As he walked away with Oscar, he wondered when the next he’d see you would be.

All you’d said was your name but it didn’t matter. He was intrigued, he wanted to know more. Know you.

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y/nsargeant

liked by logansargeant, landonorris and others

tagged ; logansargeant, oscarpiastri, f1, williamsracing

y/nsargeant ; name a better way to spend a sunday, i’ll wait…

comments….

user1 she’s back and better than ever ladies and gents

⤷ y/nsargeant you got that right

⤷ user1 OMG HI!! WTH!!

user2 the three musketeers!!!!!!

user3 the bond she shares with logan and oscar is so beautiful

⤷ user4 fr!! i want that with someone

oscarpiastri impossible task

oscarpiastri missed having you around

⤷ y/nsargeant missed you too osc

⤷ logansargeant be grateful you got a break from her

⤷ y/nsargeant do you want me to cut your brakes and slash your tyres?

user5 she’s officially back people!!!

⤷ user6 we need to throw a party to celebrate!!!

⤷ user5 fr!! we rlly do

user7 seeing her at the paddock makes me so happy

⤷ user8 real!! more sargeant sibling content incoming

user9 uhhh lando in the likes!?

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part 2 coming soon !!

[wandaslovey]

Hey, just wanted to say love all ur mommy Wanda content and can’t help but reread them all the time.

I was just wondering if u would wright something along the lines of reader injuring her leg some how, like a sprained ankle, and is having trouble walking on it but is to stubborn to rest up and not walk on it. Hence mommy Wanda having to take manners into her own hands, however u wish to interpret that.

Possibly with praise sprinkled in plz

If not it’s all good :) 

Her Stubborn Girl

a/n: hi nonnie!! thanks for the request! hopefully this (sorta) lengthy drabble is the sort of thing you were looking for :))

a/n: i wrote this in 45 minutes so please forgive all spelling/grammar errors thaaanks🫶🏻🫶🏻

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you fumble with your keys, almost dropping them twice as you all but wrestle with them to stick it through the lock. you were tired physically and mentally. you had three in-person college courses every wednesday, and now being 4 weeks into the semester, you were seriously regretting your decision to be an “over-achiever.” your ankle hurt like a bitch. it was still healing from a sprain, but you hated walking around with those stupid crutches. you’d be damned if you drew more attention to yourself any more than your wrapped ankle already gave away. you finally enter your shared home with your girlfriend, wanda. you saw that her car was parked in the driveway, so she must have decided to work from home today. you huff, tossing your keys on the little table beside the door, carefully chucking your shoes off. you hear wanda’s feet padding against the hard wood floors to the kitchen. you mentally curse yourself as you know she’s going to immediately notice that you walked to your classes today with no crutches. you had hoped you’d have time to go and grab them from where you left them last but, no such luck.

“hi sweetheart, welcome h—“ wanda pauses as she rounds the corner, taking in your appearance and the lack of what should be the accompanying crutches. you offer her a weak smile and turn to get a water from the fridge, not in the mood for her to berate you for your carelessness.

“Y/N! did you seriously go to your classes today without your crutches??” she walks up to you from behind, her arm swiftly wrapping around your back to pull you carefully to the table. you sigh, running your fingers through your hair. you knew how sensitive she was when it came to your health and well-being. “yes. my ankle is almost healed,” you say to placate her, though you know putting so much weight on it today surely didn’t do you any favors. you could feel a throbbing sensation shooting up your leg, even though you were now sitting down. wanda takes the seat next to you, gently lifting your hurt ankle and settling it in her lap. “almost healed my ass…oh honey, look at it! it’s all swollen!” her fingers gently caress the area over her careful wrapping job. “you— stay right here.” she says, her tone chiding. she gently sets your leg to rest on the chair as she gets up to retrieve an ice pack.

she comes and sits back down, resettling your foot in her lap and gently placing the ice pack around your now extra swollen ankle. you suddenly feel a little bit guilty, knowing that you hurting yourself hurts her just as much—maybe even more sometimes. you didn’t mean to upset her. your shoulders slump forward, an apologetic look on your face as she looks at you with nothing but sternness. “i don’t take kindly to you not taking care of yourself Y/N. you know that.” your posture falls, the guilt weighing even heavier on yourself as her words affirm your suspicion. “i’m sorry, mommy.” you use her honorific, hoping it would help in smoothing her over.

your apology seems to fly in one ear and out the other as the firm expression remains plastered on her face. “you’re not going to put any more weight on this ankle of yours for the rest of the day. do you hear me?” you look down. avoiding her gaze as you nod your agreement. she grasps onto your chin with her thumb and first finger, lifting your head back up to look at her. “words. i need to hear you say it.” her grip on your chin is firm and you find that your previous defiant attitude when you first came home had all but vanished into thin air. “i won’t put any more weight on my ankle for the rest of the day,” you say quietly, your lip slightly pouty and your eyes wide, full of sincere apology. “good girl,” she nods, releasing her hold on your chin. she takes pity on you, knowing that she had scolded you enough already.

you sit in comfortable silence for several moments, her still holding the ice pack to your ankle. “how about we watch a movie together before i finish up my work for the day? then i can make us some dinner and you can tell me all you learned in your classes today.” you smile, quickly agreeing with her suggestion.

you move to stand, but she grips onto your foot to keep it there, giving you a warning look. “sorry..” you quickly readjust into your seat, remembering your recent promise to not walk on your bad ankle the rest of the day. she stands up, settling your leg back over the chair. “where did you leave your crutches?” she asks, looking around the room for them. you whine, not wanting to see or use those stupid things ever again. “don’t make me use those. i hate those things. they just make it more difficult to move around and they hurt my armpits..” you complain, your voice sounding petulant like a stubborn child.

she rolls her eyes at your tone, a small affectionate smile tugging at her lips before she suddenly reaches down and pulls you up into her arms. you make a small noise of surprise, but she makes no moves to put you down, instead carrying you to the couch that’s in front of the tv. she settles you onto the cushions, lifting both your legs so your feet were resting in her lap.

she lets you choose the movie and you put one on that you’ve both seen many times together. throughout the movie she’ll glance over at you, smiling kindly whenever your eyes meet hers. somewhere towards the end of the movie, her hands begin massaging your uninjured foot but you find the sensations felt more tickle-y than anything else. you squirm slightly in your seat, your foot twitching in her gently grasp. her lips curve into a knowing smile as she takes notice of your fidgeting.

“does that tickle, detka?” as she asks, she lightly scratches her fingernails over the arch of your foot. you press your lips together, unwilling to give her the reaction she was looking for.

“no,” you say stubbornly, barely glancing in her direction as you opt to keep staring at the screen ahead.

“oh, so you don’t mind if i do this then?” her fingers then move up your foot, tickling the sensitive little spaces in between your toes. you try to jerk and pull your foot back but she was quicker than you—using her other hand to firmly hold your ankle in place. a low whine and a stream of reluctant giggles bubble past your lips as her fingers scratch at your toes. “what’re you laughing at, huh? i thought you said this didn’t tickle…” she teases, keeping up her playful assault on your poor foot for a few more moments before stopping.

she leans closer to you, kissing you sweetly as she gives your foot a soft squeeze. she looks at you, love and adoration evident in her gaze. you melt under her affectionate look, feeling that warm fuzziness seep into your skin and brain.

“Y/N, i don’t ever want to see you without those crutches until the doctor gives you the all clear. if i do see that, you won’t like what i’ll have in store for you.” she turns more stern again for a moment, making sure she gets her point across. you decide to tease her a bit, her little tickle attack making you feel a little giddy still.

“like what? you’ll spank me?” you smirk slightly, knowing that that particular punishment isn’t normally so bad.

“oh no.. no, no. i know you enjoy your spankings far too much, my darling. i was thinking more along the lines of writing me 500 lines stating ‘i will take care of myself and obey my mommy.’”

she mimics your expression, also smirking as she knows you and how much you hate writing lines. you groan and her smirk stretches into a victorious smile.

“how about i throw in a sweetener? if you be the good little girl i know you can be, i’ll let you choose your reward once the doctor clears you.” her offer instantly makes you perk up, your eyes lighting up as several ideas instantly pop into your head.

“really??” you ask excitedly, almost bouncing in your place on the couch. she chuckles, nodding her head. “really, really.”

[girlsdads]

maxiel; post-silverstone quali hurt/comfort, mild sexual content, ~900k

Steam is already curling out from under the bathroom door by the time Max returns to the suite. They’d ridden together that morning, but he’d left his debrief and found his motorhome empty. Some poor VCARB hospitality worker had been faced with Max’s frustrated disappointment upon hearing Daniel had already called a car. Another thing to hate about this year. Max can count on one hand the times Daniel’s made it out of Q2. It makes him want to run every other car off the track next time—he’d gladly take one million penalties if it meant Daniel got to sail right through.

He shimmies out of his jacket, drapes it over the back of one of the starkly modern chairs arranged in a stupid little seating area near the door. Rainwater drips onto the cushion, oddly satisfying. He thinks about Daniel in the hot, hot shower, washing the chill from his bones. Max himself doesn’t mind the weather much, but he could rip the clouds from the sky with how the rain makes Daniel shiver and shrink.

Max sheds his shirt next, tossing it onto the still unmade bed. Kicks his shoes off, hops from one foot to the other peeling his jeans down his legs. He’s naked by the time he enters the bathroom, the humid air heavy on his skin. He can see Daniel’s lovely silhouette through the steam, the strong lines of his back down to the gentle curve of his soft hips. He’s got his forearms pressed to the wall, head ducked and resting on his clasped hands. He doesn’t startle when Max opens the glass door and steps in behind him.

Inside the spacious stall the air feels thicker, almost suffocating. Daniel’s curls are flat to his forehead and his skin is flushed pink. He’s been in here for a long time already, Max can tell.

“Daniel,” Max touches the flat of his palm softly to the small of Daniel’s back. He is so warm. It takes everything in Max not to plaster himself to Daniel and shove them both against the shower wall, to feel him everywhere. But Daniel has been in here for too long and his sensitive skin will be getting pruny.

Max opens his mouth to say as much, but Daniel cuts him off. “None of it was my fucking fault, today.” His voice is practically a hiss.

“They put you out into traffic,” Max says calmly, his thumb rubbing small circles into one of the dimples at the base of Daniel’s spine. Max had been coming around toward the pitlane when his radio had chirped with Daniel is out now, Max. Max had of course seen Daniel pull onto the track, had seen the traffic there in front of him. Had tried to push Daniel forward with the sheer will of his own mind, as if his devotion alone could overcome shitty mechanics and shittier strategy.

“If it was me fucking up—I could handle that, y’know,” Daniel laughs, one of his honking ones, but it’s humorless. “They want me to prove myself? When they don’t give me a fucking fighting chance?”

Daniel suddenly whips around to face Max, his big round eyes a bit red like he’s been crying but a bit wild like he’s ready to put his fist through a wall. Max can’t help the way his cock starts to thicken a little between his legs.

“I dunno if I can do another year with this team, Maxy,” he says after a moment, his gaze flicking from holding Max’s to cast down at the tiled floor. The resigned admission is swallowed by the thick swirl of steam surrounding them.

Max chokes on the lump of panic that suddenly rises in his throat, the lingering dread that Daniel would not bother with him if he were no longer racing. The insidious little voice in his head that wishes Checo would just… disappear, so Daniel can have back the seat that has always been his.

Before Max’s brain can continue its spiral, Daniel chuckles, shakes his head, smiles tiredly but genuinely. His wrinkled fingertips come up to caress Max’s jaw in a way that makes Max want to melt into his skin.

“I’m expecting the full WAG experience, once I’m sacked.” He grins.

“You will of course be racing next year, Daniel.” Max is sure of this, as sure as he is of his own career. Though it is delicious to imagine a future where he could publicly pamper Daniel to his heart’s content.

“Mmm, you sound so sure of that, baby.” Daniel’s words are a rasp in his ear, breath hot on the wet skin there. “Wish everyone believed in me as much as you and I do.”

Max hears himself hiccup a gasp as Daniel’s teeth scrape over his earlobe at the same moment his hand wraps around where Max is fully hard, now. The raised wrinkles on Daniel’s fingertips feel like needlepoints against him. It makes him tremble.

“Just me, Daniel, and you—just us together—please,” Max pants as Daniel speeds his hand up, slipping the foreskin up and down and up and down. “Fuck everyone else.”

“Yeah, Maxy,” Daniel whispers, almost reverent, as Max spills over his fist. “Fuck everyone else.”

[jasmines-library]

Hello?

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WHUMPTOBER DAY NINETEEN: prompt: Blood Trail/abandoned cabin.

Summary: on a lone hunt, you end up injured and seeking emergency help. The only problem is, there’s no one around.

Warnings; blood.

MASTERLIST WHUMPTOBER 2024

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You stumbled through the woods, your hand clutching your side as you tried not to trip on the up turned roots. You clung close to the trees using them as support as you tried to make it to the cabin. It was just ahead of you now. Fractions from touching distance. You just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other and you would make it. You were sure you would make it. You were-

Blood dripped from between your fingers. You had tried to staunch it with you hand, but as your hand began to grow slack; your blood stained the now below you a deep crimson. Keep going. Almost there.

With a heavy shove, you managed to get the door open. The hinges creaked and groaned heavily as you managed to haul the door open before slamming it shut again to keep out the cold.

Practically as soon as you were inside your legs decided to give out. Your knees bucked as you fell to the floor in a heap. Soon to be a pool of your own blood as it continued to ooze from your body. You fumbled for your phone. It was somewhere in your pocket, but your fingers refused to co-operate and it took you a clumsy minute to find it. But once it was out your muscle memory worked to dial that oh so familiar number, just hoping that the person on the other end would pick up. You weren’t sure what the signal was like around here.

Dean answered the phone on the fourth ring. “…..hello?” He mumbled groggily, clearly having just been woken up by your call.

“………Dean…?”

You could hear him straighten up on the other end of the line at the sound of your voice. “Y/n?”

“……yeah.” You coughed.

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” Dean asked. His voice was laced thick with worry.

“…need some help:” you got out.

“Where are you? What happened to the hunt?” Dean was moving, pulling on a shirt before racing to his car. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m in Oklahoma……my location is on…….”

“Okay.” Deans voice was muffled by sound of an engine. “Are you hurt?” He asked again.

You mumbled a yes in response. “More of them than I thought….”

Dean cursed loudly. “I’m not too far out from you, okay? You just stay awake and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay….” You blinked slowly gazing up at the ceiling. A few minutes passed with Dean taking to you on the other end of the line to try and get you to respond to him and stay awake: but then your phone chimed. The battery was going to die. You told Dean this and he cursed once again.

“Shit. No no no. Okay. I need you to give me the directions to where you are, okay? I won’t be able to follow the location on your phone if it’s dead,”

You began to describe it, but very quickly your phone shut off plunging you it into darkness and leaving you all alone with no idea as to if Dean would be able to find you in the middle of the woods.

~

You were startled awake when the door was shoved open and a gale of wind whistled though the room. You shivered. You had been falling asleep without Dean to talk to you. Dean. He hovered over you now, falling to your side.

“De?” You asked, looking up at him as he rummaged for a first aid kit.

“It’s me. It’s me. You’re okay:” he tried to reassure you as he began to try and stop the bleeding.

“…….how’d you find me….?” You asked, confused.

Dean was quiet for a moment. He had followed the trail of blood that you had left in the snow, but he didn’t want to tell you that. “It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. But I’m here now.” He said, beginning to wrap a bandage. Just relax, kid. I got you, you’re gonna be okay.”

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This was SO sucky I’m sorry! But I wrote it in like half an hour so I could get it out to you tonight 😭

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[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I like the idea of sunflower pistol whipping somebody, please (if ur able) write a lil something something about that 🙏

Try me.

TW: Gun (obvi), death threats, breaking in and some blood. Idk how to write fight scenes-

It was around 9:00 pm, Finn had to stay behind making sure the orders were well, in order. The last time he mixed them with last year? He felt a headache from that time come back.

Then, he heard the front door to the shop open. Pausing he wondered if it was Sunflower, but they said they were on the way? That's about a 20 minute drive from their place. Waiting for his partner to call out, they didn't.

Feeling fear rise in him, he slowly moved himself to the farthest corner. From the door connecting the front and back of the store. Pulling out his phone, thankful it was on silent and low lighting he began texting Sunflower silently.

'Someone's in the shop.' Finn snapped his head up when he heard the robber. They were trying to open the register, luckily Finn took the money out a while ago and stored it away. Seeing his phone flash on he looked down seeing a text from his partner.

'I'm almost there, grab a weapon. It's going to be okay, just hide and if necessary hurt the robber.' Finn felt his breathing become slightly faster. But thinking about Sunflower coming to him eased his mind.

Looking at the door to the front he slowly got up and grabbed scissors he used to cut the ribbons. Then looked around for a place to hide, seeing the closet for all the ribbons he slipped in there.

With Sunflower though, they were speeding and luckily got to their partner's flower shop. Seeing the door wide open they reached into their glove box, grabbing their pistol. Hurting out the car they peeked through the door, not seeing the robber or Finn they slowly went inside.

"DAMMIT! Where does that blonde fucker keep his money?" A gruff voice was heard as the door swung open. Hitting the wall with a bang, flinching slightly Finn focused on his breathing. Clutching his phone and the scissors tightly in his hands.

"AH!" Screaming was heard, 'FUCK! THAT WAS FINN!' feeling adrenaline spike they rushed through the front and got to the door to the back. Hearing Finn talking to a man, Sunflower slowly opened the door.

"Where's your money? Tell me!! I swear I'll cut you!" Finn was being held up by his shirt. A cut on his hand showing his weapon was taken forcefully from him. Sunflower slowly cocked their pistol and pressed it against the robbers head.

"Put my boyfriend down. Or I'll fucking shoot." Words turned the room cold as Finn looked at them. The robber paused, then slowly put Finn down.

"Stay fucking still. Finn go to the front and call the police." Telling Finn what to do kicked him into action. He slowly walked away from the two and rushed to the front with his phone.

"What your go-" The man tried to speak but the gun was pressed harder into his skull.

"Did I say you can speak? No, I didn't. Drop your weapon." Comanding the man, he followed their word and dropped the scissors. Sunflower then quickly kicked them away, they made a clink sound as they hit the wall.

The robber had his hands up, and was thinking how to get the gun from Sunflower. So in desperation quickly turned to moved the gun down to punch them.

"Fuck!" Sunflower grunted as the punch connected but gripped the gun tightly and shot. The robber screamed as the bullet hit his foot, he dropped to the floor clutching it.

Finn who finished calling the police rushed back and had a face of worry. Seeing blood going down Sunflowers probably broken nose started crying. But was scared to move from the door way.

"I'm going to tell you once you son of a bitch! Fucking move and I'll shoot your balls!" Cocking the gun again Sunflower pointed it at the man on the floor.

Who just groaned still squirming about his foot. Looking around Sunflower found zipties, grabbing two they looked at Finn.

"Finn baby come here. It's okay." Whispering to him, he slowly approached them. Finn was shaking as he saw closely of his partner's condition.

"Sunflower...I-" Looking at them quickly he paused. Seeing their bloody nose made him want to cry again.

"It's okay just hold his feet down so i can tie him. Not like he's gonna get far with a fucked up foot." Whispering they then went to the man. Crouching down the man tried swinging for them but Sunflower used the gun to hit his face.

"FUCK! OW! YOU FUCKER-" The man flinched and shit up when they raised the gun again. To either shoot or hit him, he then slumped on the floor.

"I'm going to tie you. Be lucky I don't fucking shoot you dead." Grumbling they pushed the man on his stomach and nodded to Finn. He then slightly sat on the man's legs, grabbing the robbers arms roughly.

Sunflower then tied his hands up, sighing when done and slowly got up. Then helped Finn up, looking around they got two of the chairs. Sitting in one they then grabbed the first aid kit Finn had in the back.

"Bastard fuckin' broke my nose....I think?" Hissing as they touched it lightly. Finn grabbed a few things first a tissue to stop the bleeding.

"When you shot I told 911 to also bring a ambulance. I thought you..." Whispering tears fell from Finn's eyes. Looking at him Sunflower gently took his hands and smiled.

"I'm fine. And you did amazing baby. You were probably scared huh?" Softly speaking Sunflower focused on Finn. Their boyfriend nodded as he began to sob into their arms. They gently rocked him, then heard siren's groaning Sunflower then pulled away.

"Come on, let's get this asshole arrested and take him to court." Giggling, Finn rolled his eyes at them then got up. Slowly getting off the chair Sunflower tha looked at the man who was glaring at them.

Reaching over they started pulling him to the front. Where two police men were seen walking in, Finn began talking to them as Sunflower pocketed their gun.

"Jesus, what a fucking night." Sighing to themselves they let go of the man they tied up. One of the police men took him off their hands. And escorting them to the paramedics that showed up on scene.

[g4sstationdr-gs]

Blood Splattered Teardrops

ghostface!sam x reader. reader is afab. warnings; knife.

Chapter one

Sitting in the back of Sam’s car in the school parking lot before the bell rings is like a daily tradition. Sam is smoking a cigarette and you’re working on whatever missing assignment you have this time. You groan and drop the notebook down in frustration and Sam’s head turns to you. “What?” He asks as he inhales the smoke. His rings shine in the early morning light as his fingers hold the bud. “This makes no sense at all. It’s like Mr. Matter has some vendetta against me and wants me to fail.” You wine dramatically and put your face in your hands.

Sam chuckles and throws the cigarette on the ground then scoots closer to you. You hear the paper crumple slightly as he picks up your notebook. You peak your eyes through your fingers and you see his cocky grin as he looks at you. You can’t help but smile and bring your foot up to gently kick as his chest. “Stop it.” You say with the slight giggle. He grabs your ankle and pushes it away from him. “Stop what?” He says and tilts his head. “You’re teasing me!” You say and bring your other leg up. He grabs them both and tugs you towards him. You laugh loudly as your drug across the floor of the trunk. “I am not, stop being dramatic.” He smirks down at you.

You look up at him and you see the expression on his face change and he looks up. Josh walks up to the car and looks at you. “Hey, Y/N. Are you coming to the party Saturday night?” He says as he leans against the car. You wiggle your feet out of Sam’s grasp and push yourself up so you’re sitting again. “Oh- yeah! it’s a costume party, right? I have the perfect one.” You say with a cheerful smile.

Josh’s eyes look you up and down and he smirks slightly. Sam’s hands curl into fists and he glares at Josh. “Cool. I bet you’ll look real nice. C’mon, I’ll walk you to class.” He says and he reaches his hand out to help you up.

You take his hand and let him pull you up. You turn around and grab your stuff and smile at Sam. “Bye Sam!” You say and start to walk off, expecting Josh to follow you. Josh gives Sam a cocky smirk and Sam smiles back mockingly. Josh then starts to follow you. Sam watches and as soon as you’re out of sight he pushes himself up and slams the hood of the trunk down.

The next time he sees you it’s at lunch. You’re sitting and talking to your friends like you usually are and Sam sits against the tree next to your table. He picks up on the middle of your conversation. “I dunno. I really like horror movies. Sure, they’re stupid and unrealistic but they have some strategy to them. Plus, if a masked man broke into my house and tried to kill me I’d probably fall in love with him.”

You say the last sentence jokingly and you and your friend’s laugh. It’s like right then and there, Sam gets the best, but worst, idea of his life. He wants you to like him so bad, that’d he’d become another person just so you will.

That night, you’re home alone and preparing to watch a movie. You’re wearing some shorts and a long t-shirt. You walk into the kitchen put popcorn in the microwave, then start to put the timer on when you hear the landline ring. You figure it might be your parents so you can’t ignore it. You walk over to it and pick it up, holding it to your ear. “Hello?” You say and you’re met with silence for a moment before a voice speaks up. “Yeah, who is this?” The person says. You pick it up as a males voice, and he sounds sort of young.

You’re slightly confused because he dialed you, but it could’ve been an accident “Um… well who are you trying to reach?” You say and you lean against the wall. You pick at your nails and wait for the person to respond. “I don’t know.” He says, almost in a charming tone.

“It sounds like you have the wrong number. It’s okay, it happens. Have a nice night.” You say and hang up the phone. You hum and make your way back into the kitchen when you hear the phone ring again. You pause your movement and turn back towards the hallway. “What the hell?” You mumble to yourself and walk back to the phone.

“Hello?” You say in an impatient tone. You lean back up against the wall and look at the clock. “Hold on, I wanna talk to you.” You recognize the guys voice. You sigh softly. “Okay, about what?” You reply and you twirl the phone wire around your fingers.

He chuckles. “Well, you sound kind of hot. And i feel bad for disturbing you so I wanted to talk a little bit. What are you doing?” He asks and you scoff. “There’s nine hundred numbers you could call, and you choose me?” You ask and you roll your eyes. You’re starting to get angsty because you don’t want to talk to some random stranger for too long.

You push yourself off the wall and untangle the string “If you really want to know, I’m getting ready to watch a movie. Can I go do that or are you going to hold me up all night?” You say and you start to tap your foot. You hear him chuckle again and it sounds like he shuffles his position. “Why so hostile sweetheart? I’m just trying to be nice.” He says teasingly.

You sigh again and look back at the clock. “Sorry, it’s just late and this is sort of strange.” You look out the kitchen window. “What’s your name?” You ask and you watch as the wind blows the leaves outside. “Why don’t you tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.” He says.

You have to hold back a groan because he’s starting to frustrate you and this conversation is clearly going nowhere. “Yeah, I don’t think so. Sorry but I really want to get to my movie, try calling someone else.” You say and you hang up the phone. You huff and turn on your heel when the phone rings again. You turn back around quickly and grab the phone angrily.

Before you get the chance to say anything, his voice comes though the speaker. “Someone looks angry. those shorts look so good on you.” He says darkly. You feel your heart stop and your whole body tingle. “What? Is this some sort of sick joke? Who are you?” Your voice is shaky as you speak. “You really wanna know who I am? Why don’t I come inside?” He says and you whip your head around.

“What? Are you scared?” He says with a hint of a smirk behind his voice. “You think I’m gonna break in there and hurt you?” Your hands are shaky and your vision is blurry as you look around you quickly. “What if I’m already inside?” He whispers into the phone and you gasp as you hear a door slam open.

You scream and move out of the way as someone in a ghost mask and dark cloak lunges at you. You run into the kitchen to grab a knife when you realize they’re missing. You continue to look for anything around you when you hear his voice from behind you. “Looking for something?” He says holds up a knife of his own. Your eyes widen in fear and you feel like you’re frozen in place.

He takes a step towards you and you turn and run towards the front door. You try to open it but realize the chain lock is in place and you’ll never get it open in time. The man tries to grab you but you dodge and then kick his legs so he falls down. You start to run up the stairs when his hand wraps around your ankle and you’re pulled down to him. You wiggle out of his grasp and take the stairs two at a time. You make it to your room and you slam the door shut. You open push your dresser in front of the door so he can’t get in.

Your chest feels like it’s on fire from how hard you’re breathing. You grab your cellphone from the bed and start to dial Sam’s number. He’s the only person you can think of in the moment. You don’t know if you’re going to die or not. He’d be able to get to your house quickly, but maybe not quick enough. Your fingers shake as you type in his number but you keep making errors.

You scream again as the man slams against the door and your dresser start to move. He’s going to get inside. You grab your desk chair and hold it out, preparing to use it as he slams against the door one more time and the dresser crashes to the floor. He opens the door and he steps inside. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest as he walks closer to you. He stops just a few feet from you and tilts his head.

You take deep breaths and it’s almost like you’re looking death in the eyes. “who are you?” you breathe out shakily and point the chair at him. He raises his hands in surrender. The knife he’s holding is illuminated by your bedside lap. He brings the tip of it to the leg of the chair and runs it across it. You trace the blade with your eyes and he take it as an opportunity to grab one of the other legs of the chair and pull it out of your hands.

You gasp as he grabs you and pulls you to him. He presses the dull part of the blade to your cheek you suck in a breath and squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. He drags the knife down your face until it leaves it. You turn your head to look the other way and you feel the knife back on your face as he uses it to turn you towards him again.

You open your eyes and look at the eye holes of the mask. You reach your hand up to pull the mask off when he grabs your wrist in a tight grip. You hiss slightly and he loosens his grip ever so slightly. You try bring your other hand up to surprise him but he snatches that one too. He holds your arms above your head and pushes you against the wall.

He runs the knife down your body, starting from your neck and ending at your stomach. You’re surprised when it gives you butterflies. You blame it on the adrenaline. You expect this to be the part where he stabs you but he just drops the knife and kicks it away.

Your eyes follow as it slides under the bed. You bring your gaze back to him. “You’re not gonna hurt me?” you ask confused and fearfully. He shakes his head no and leans slightly closer to you. “No. i could though. is that what you want?” He says and this time it’s his fingers that run over your face. You shake your head.

He chuckles. “i won’t hurt you. yet” He says and you can hear the smirk his voice. He places one of his hands on your waist, still holding your hands above you. “you know, i wasn’t lying when i said these shorts looked good on you. who are you wearing them for anyways?” he runs his hand over your thigh. “you got a boyfriend?”

You shake your head again. “what? you too scared to talk now?” He says and shakes his head mockingly. “you had so much to say earlier. what changed?” His fingers are still trailing over your thigh.

“i hope you know i called someone. and he’ll be here any minute.“ you say. you’re lying. you never hit the call button. He knows you’re lying. “aw.. is that supposed to scare me, sweetheart?” He says and he presses himself into you. He brings his face to your ear. “i’m not scared. you’re the one that should be scared.” He whispers.

You shiver and close your eyes. “please just leave me alone.” You whisper back. He pulls his face away and stares at you. He drops your hands and backs away from you. He reaches to the floor and picks up the knife. Your eyes widen as you realize you might’ve made him mad.

He steps back to you and he places the on your bottom lip. “i’ll leave now. but i’ll never leave you alone.” He says and he drags knife over your lip before stuffing it in his pocket. “Have fun princess.” He whispers as he walks out of your room.

As soon as you don’t hear him anymore you lunge for your phone and call the cops. You’re still very shaky and can barely get what you need to out. You just spit out your address and say that someone broke in before you hang up and call Sam.

“c’mon Sam. please pick up.” you say anxiously. You keep your eyes on the door incase he comes back. You hear the call connect and Sam’s tired voice come through the line. “Yeah?” He says and it sounds like he just woke up.

“Sam! Please, i’m so scared. Someone broke in and he had a knife and he held it up to me but he didn’t hurt me but he said he’d be back and-“ you’re talking so quickly Sam can barely keep up.

“Hold on, slow down. What? someone broke in? are you okay?” You can hear shuffling from the other end of the line, like he’s getting up.

You nod, even though you know he can’t see you. “i’m fine. but i’m still a little shaken up.” You bring your knees up to your chest.

You hear as Sam curses. “i’ll be there soon. don’t move. Grab something to protect yourself, and wait for the cops to get there. i’m on my way.” He says and he hangs up. “preferably not a fucking chair.” he mumbles and he throws the mask into the bushes so he can grab it later.

You lean against the bed and wait for Sam and the police arrive, thinking about the masked man and wondering if he really will be back.

[riptideripley]

Roman’s Cousin.

gif creds: @bloodycowboyclub

summary:You’re Roman Reign’s right hand woman,helping him with everything in his life. But his cousin,Jey,caught your attention a little too much..

jey uso x black reader

wordcount:1,416

“Well well well..look who’s all alone here” you heard a familiar voice behind you,turning around to see Jey. You two had a few on screen moments were you almost got caught up but masked it. You were Roman’s right hand woman and with the bloodline falling apart,you couldn’t betray him. You were also a wrestler and have won so many matches,even beating Rhea Ripley. “Hi Jey..nice to see you I guess” you spoke with a smug smile on your face,knowing you just wanted him to knock the Mario coins out of you right then and there. “Mm guess I can say the same ma,where’s your ‘tribal chief’” he responded using quotations around the words tribal chief. “He’s busy handling your brother with Paul right now. Though it’s none of your business on what” “mm so we can take things back to my dressing room then?” he said as he kept looking at your glossy lips,wanting to kiss you right there.

“fuck Jey..” you whimpered out as he continued to kiss your sensitive spots,with his hand up your skirt rubbing your clit. “right here baby?” “yes please fuck” you said as your eyes rolled back,orgasm approaching very quickly. There was a knock on the door causing you both to freeze up instantly. “Yo uce! Cmon man we gotta go in 10 minutes” Jimmy spoke through the door,walking away as you both looked at each other hearing his foot steps get farther away. Jey continued his movements,pulling you into a deep sloppy kiss to prevent you from being loud. “oh my god-“ you words were cut short from your orgasm hitting you hard. It took everything in you not to let out a loud ass moan,panting trying to catch your breath. “Better get going before Roman looks for you” he said with a wink,fixing your clothes and opening his dressing room door walking out. You quickly followed behind him trying not to get caught and immediately went to Roman’s dressing room.

“(your name)! Where the hell have you been?” “I apologize my tribal chief,I was in the bathroom” you said in a calm tone,somehow convincing him. “Well how’d things go with Jimmy?” “Just fine I hope. Now come help me get my stuff to the car” you nodded at his words and began grabbing his belongings,taking them to the black car in the garage waiting for him. Once all his stuff was in the car and he left,you checked your phone seeing a text from Jey.

Jey<3 - “hey mama,you still coming by tonight”

You - “Yea give me an hour”

Once you responded you put your phone away and got in your car,driving to the hotel. You two got lucky enough to be put on the same floor so you just went straight to your room to shower and change. Once out of the shower you put on shea butter and some baby oil,along with the strawberry scented perfume he got you a while back since it’s his favorite. You slipped on a matching red lace bra and panty set,throwing on a crop top and shorts. You texted him letting him know you’ll be by soon,fixing your bun and edges before heading out the door. You walked three doors down and knocked,waiting for him to open it.

When he opened the door,he was standing there with nothing but a pair of psds on. You looked him up and down mentally cursing when you noticed his print. You two had sex before but it seemed like every time it got bigger. “You just gon stare at me?” he asked making you snap out of your thoughts,”No just let me in” you brushed past him letting yourself in. You sat on the end of the bed,looking up at him as he hovered over you. “Clothes off ma you know how this go” he said as leaned down to kiss your neck while playing with the hem of your shorts. You whined and was able to get him to move away from your neck,allowing you to remove your shirt and soon yours shorts. He stared at you in awe at the lace garments you chose to wear,since you never wore them around him. He smiled and unclipped your bra,taking your right breast in his mouth. You threw your head back,letting out soft moans at you played with his hair gently. He stood up and turned your body around putting you on all fours. You felt him rip your underwear off and before you could speak you felt his tongue going to work on your clit. “O-oh my god..” you moaned out gripping his hair as he continued to eat you out,this time using his fingers. “You always taste so good for me mama” his words making you shy and more wet than you already were.

You whined when he pulled himself away,but your whines were cut short when he pulled his boxers down and slid inside of you with ease. Your back automatically arched and you shoved your face into a pillow,moaning. "Aht aht pretty girl lift your head up." he said as he pulled your hair making you lift your head. "Fuck right there!" you yelped out,not being able to control yourself or your moans at this point. He laughed at this,running his hand down your back as he continued his movements getting deeper knowing you couldn't handle all 10. You were a stuttering mess,with each thrust you felt him in your stomach not being able to handle it all. "Cmon princess whose pussy is this hm" "Y-yours! SHIT-" you felt his finger massaging your clit. You were on cloud nine right now,eyes rolling deep into your skull letting out nothing but moans and whimpers. He loved seeing you all fucked out,it made him pleased with himself. You felt a swift smack at your ass,making your shoot your eyes open,"Eyes open for me baby." he demanded and you obeyed. He held your head up by wrapping his hand around your throat,keeping eye contact with you. "Please Please daddy I can't-" "Yes you can baby,I know you can. So just hold it for me I'm almost there" he said with a slight moan towards the end. You've never heard him moan before but god did you love it.

You were fighting back tears at this point from overstimulation,but you loved it and he knew it. “Fuck- cmon baby cum on this dick for daddy” he whispered breathily in your ear. Hearing his voice in your ear like that in the state you were in was just enough for you. You let out a scream which was half way cut off with a sloppy kiss,soon he pulled away making you whine and lay on the bed. “shit..yo you on birth control?” he asked realizing he didn’t pull out this time,which made you wanna slap the shit out of him but you were too tired to do so. “Yea I’m on it don’t worry..” you told him making him sigh in relief,as he went in the bathroom and came back with a warm towel wiping your body down which made you whine and jolt your body a bit. You turned over on your back and smiled when you saw him hovering over you leaving kisses down your body and tickling you which made you laugh. “Ok okkk I have to get back to my room Jey” “Fine ma,but call me in the morning ight?” “Ok I promise” you spoke getting up slipping your clothes back on. “Oh and wear lace more often baby,looks good on you” he said smacking your ass as he put his underwear back on along with some shorts,walking you to the door. You smiled and gave him a quick kiss before walking out the door and back to your hotel room. You decided to shower in the morning due to your tiredness.

_the next day_

You walked into Roman’s dressing room seeing The Usos,Solo,and Paul there which confused you but you could tell Roman was upset about something. You then took notice to Jey’s face of nervousness and realized. ‘Shit he found out-‘ your thoughts were cut short with Roman’s words. “My cousin huh?”

[vee-beeee]

gamer droids

HELLO

im literally SO SORRY i have not been posting that much, ive been playing an unbelievable amount of splatoon and doing school LOL

BUT IM BACK

and playing games gave me an idea so here it is

Enjoy!

Connor, Nines, and Sixty x (Fem)reader

warnings: FLUFFYYY, domestic, being cute and stuff, crack, not too long just a little slice

Premise: you play animal crossing with the boys watching you and its CUTE

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It was a super long day.

And you just wanted to go home.

And play animal crossing on your old switch.

You were sitting in the car, leg jumping up and down, staring out the front window watching cars whiz by. Nines was driving, Sixty and Connor quietly talking in the back about a case they had. Icy blue eyes glanced at you, and quickly saw your jittery demeaner. The android leaned in his chair a bit, LED flashing a quick yellow before he reached out to gently place a large hand on your moving leg. You immediately stopped bouncing and looked at Nines, who peeled his eyes off the road to give you a slight smile.

You returned it.

The rest drive went on, and you all got home safely. Connor (of course) got out of the car to open your door for you, and Sixty chuckled as he watched, calling Connor a try hard. To which Connor gave him the dirtiest look he could muster in response, and pushed past him while taking hold of your hand to lead you to the house.

"Finally!" you sighed out as soon as the door to your apartment was opened, and you ran and fell face first into your guys' shared couch, letting your legs plank straight off the side.

Nines brushed past you, not before patting your legs, and headed to the bedroom, while you made fake snoring sounds into the couch. You felt someone come up to you and suddenly

SIT on top of you

You screamed and laughed into the couch, attempting to lightly punch the figure who sat on you, (and failing too because of the awkward angle your arms were at) and the heavy weight started giggling to himself. Luckily, the mystery man leaned in such a way that you still got air through the cushions. You appreciated it, but he was still hefty.

"Oh Sixty, you'll suffocate the poor girl." Nines voice was muffled from how far your face was shoved into the couch, and before you could register anything the figure (now known to be Sixty) was roughly shoved off of you. You rolled onto the floor, dramatically sucking in loads of air while Nines and Connor's faces smiled from above.

"You're not dying I hope?" Connor asked and leaned down to help you sit up, and you leaned an itsy bit forward to kiss his cheek. He smiled softly at you, and you started to return it, before seeing a blurry figure on the floor behind him.

You put your head on his shoulder to see Sixty in the family guy death pose and you burst into laughter, hugging Connor while the poor android asked you what was funny, and you definitely saw Sixty's frame shaking with giggles.

After that little show, you got dressed in some comfy clothes in your room, hearing the androids chastise Sixty for almost killing you (sorta). You just rolled your eyes, laughing slightly, before your gaze fell on a little item by your bed stand.

You beamed and headed to your switch, picking the game system up before turning around to head back to the living room. Just as you entered the hallway, you froze up.

Had you ever showed your boys your old animal crossing island?

You saw Nines head turn and pause to look questioningly at your still body, but you were already running forward to stand in front of the lot, who were currently standing in the middle of the living room. They instantly quieted when they saw your excited expression, and you were met by 3 confused faces.

"Have I ever shown you guys my animal crossing island?" you breathed out, rocking from one foot to the other and biting your lip, awaiting their answer.

"That looks old" Sixty tilted his head towards your switch, LED flashing yellow, aaaaand you took that for a no.

(A couple minutes of getting settled in and loading screens later)

You were able to connect the switch to the TV, all thanks to the boys. It was handy having boyfriends that could literally look up something in their heads and then instantly know how to do it. They connected your switch to the big screen, and you got out your old controller.

This was going to be fun.

"Okay so this is my house, and that's my little character" you pointed in the general area of the screen, before twirling your little girl on the TV in a circle to show off her outfit.

Connor made a small hum, while Nines complimented you "She's very.. adorable. Looks like a miniature you." You turned and beamed his way, looking at him from behind Sixty's head. His lips twitched in a sorta smile but his eyes were full of adoration, and you refocused your attention on the screen.

Before you could say anything more, a villigar walked on screen and started watering the flowers in front of your house.

"Oh that's Goldie, she's my little dog villager." Nines chuckled while Conner noted how cute she was watering your flowers for you.

"What to you do in this game?" Sixty asked, never taking his eyes off the screen, seemingly scanning every part of it.

"You take care of villagers, decorate your island, buy and sell stuff, there's a stock market-" you started counting things down off your fingers, and Sixty's quiet laughter interrupted you "There's a stock market?" you turned to him and nodded your head, explaining the turnips while he looked amused at how serious you got.

The rest of the day was spent with you playing animal crossing, showing the boys absolutely everything, and the boys being totally enamored by it.

Nines was focused on your decorating skills, complimenting your style and how you accessorized different houses and your island. Connor loved your villagers, and found all your dog ones the cutest. Sixty just enjoyed watching you more than the game itself, and how excited you were about your little animal game.

Eventually the boys wanted to try, and they each created a character for themselves and choose to place their houses next to yours. You giggled as they argued which plot of land they would get, and you just laid back to watch.

You leaned your head on Connors chest, and he wrapped an arm around you while continuing to argue with Sixty on where he would put his house.

Totally relaxing.

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Thanks for reading!!

I feeeeeeel like this is a little out of character at some parts but im tryingggg LOL

I know its like, super in the future but lets pretend switches are still compatible with TV's and also still exist

Sorry for any errors in spelling!

[menofchaos]

Coco x Reader

Note: Not sure where this came from but I'm not questioning writing inspo! This look holds a special place in my little heart. Shout out to @thesewickedhands for the gif and @spideyspeaches for the divider. Sexy warnings. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Her foot tapped anxiously against the floor, her eyes watching the clock on the wall as it ticked by, minute after minute. The playlist on her phone was on its third round, the mostly-melted candles on the table were put out only moments before. The street outside was silent, no rumbling of his bike engine alerting her of his arrival. She looked at her phone screen, tapping the screen to illuminate it again. No notifications still. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the prickling anger she felt in her veins. He had never stood her up before and was never late without an explanation. The hour hand moved to the 12 and she shook her head. He was officially three hours late. She cleaned up the remnants of their date, covering his plate with tinfoil and sticking it in the microwave. She considered how to approach him when he came home. While it was his first offense, it was their second anniversary. Two years of dealing with their own individual relationship traumas, the club, exes to get to the solid ground they found themselves on. Or so she thought. She entertained herself with going the toxic route. Texting him and telling him not to come home, locking him out or waiting up for him and blowing up on him as soon as he stepped foot through the door. Before she finished eating, her phone lit up with a call. From EZ. Fuck.

“Hello?” she answered nervously.

“Hey uh…Coco needs a ride home from the clubhouse,” EZ sighed, “Jesus, dude.”

She frowned, “Is he okay?”

“He’s wasted. We had some club shit run long and as soon as we got back, he hit the bar hard. Finished a whole bottle. He’s mouthing off to everyone. Can you take him home? He’s getting belligerent. Gilly and Angel said they’ve never seen him like this.”

She closed her eyes as she listened, hearing arguing in the background, “I’m gonna change and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Thanks,” he murmured, “The gate’s open, we’ll be here to help you get him in the car- bro, why don’t we go outside and have a cigarette? Your girl is coming over.”

She heard a voice she knew anywhere, slurring and harsh, responding to the suggestion.

“I’ll see you soon, E,” she sighed, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he hung up and she pulled off her dress, changing into a pair of cotton shorts and one of Coco’s old flannel shirts. She slid some shoes on and grabbed her purse, the ride silent as she drove through the dark streets of Santo Padre. When she pulled up to the clubhouse, Coco and EZ were sitting on the porch steps. Coco was resting his head against the stair railing, a lit cigarette in his limp fingers. Chucky was cleaning the other side of the steps. Gilly walked outside as she got out.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Gilly scoffed, “But he better get it together. I almost knocked him the fuck out.”

“Fuck off,” Coco’s retort was raspy and low but lacked the usual bite.

Gilly rolled his eyes, “Come on, boy scout,” the two men picked up Coco, helping him into the passenger seat of her SUV. EZ handed her a water bottle after they closed the door, “He threw up already but he’s been quiet since. Hopefully he just goes to bed.”

“Good luck,” Gilly nodded, “Text when you get home so we know you made it. We can come kick his ass if you need us.”

“I can handle him but thanks boys,” she smiled softly, “I’ll make sure he apologizes tomorrow.”

EZ laughed, “Want me to follow, just in case?”

She shook her head, “I'll call if there’s a problem. Good night,” she got in the car and started driving home. Coco’s eyes were closed and his head was against the door.

“You got anything to say?” she asked him a few minutes later.

He grunted, “Got a cigarette?”

She sighed, “In my purse.”

He reached down and opened her bag, lighting a cigarette and opening the window to let the smoke out. She waited for him to take a few drags, pulling up to a red light.

“Anything else you wanna say?” she looked over at him.

He rubbed his eyes, “We almost home? I’m fuckin’ tired.”

She scoffed, “Unbelievable.”

He narrowed his eyes, “What?”

The light turned green and she started driving, “You don’t call or text all day. You stood me up to get shitfaced with your brothers, who you pissed off so bad they almost beat your ass, and all you have to say is you’re tired?”

“Pretty much,” he grumbled.

“You can get yourself inside because picking you up is about where my hospitality runs out,” she snapped.

“I can walk,” he hissed, “I’m drunk, not paralyzed.”

She pulled into the driveway and got out of the car after grabbing her purse, slamming her door behind her. Coco stumbled out, following her up the path to the house. They went inside and he collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes.

“I don’t know where you get the balls to treat me like this, Johnny,” she glared, “I don’t know what your fucking problem is but I didn’t do shit to you. We were fine this morning, you were more than happy to let me suck your dick in the shower but now I get this drunk, pissy asshole who doesn’t even have the decency to let me know he’s gonna miss our anniversary dinner for what? Drinks with the guys? Something you can do literally whenever-”

“Celia has Letty doing fuckin’ porn.”

She froze at the admission, her eyes wide in shock as she watched his still form. She hadn’t heard his mother or daughter’s name since he first told her about their situation. They had been looking through some old boxes of his and a few pictures fell out of a stack of papers. One was of a newborn, her eyes big and her hair dark. His twin. It hung in his cell while he was inside. The other was a picture of 8 year old Coco next to a woman in a green dress, fixing his little matching tie. It was one of the few good memories he had of his childhood, the one event at school she attended. Celia had a sugar daddy and wasn’t on the corner or strung out. It didn’t last long and it wasn’t perfect, but at least he wasn’t cooking heroin to shoot into her veins. 

Question after question tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself, “Are you sure? How do you know? You talked to them? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you want me to knock Celia's ass out?”

She stepped closer when he didn’t respond. She rolled her eyes when she saw his chest rising evenly, “Pendejo,” she mumbled.

She moved a pillow behind his back to make sure he was propped up, then set a bucket on the floor near him. She watched him for a few minutes, his face soft in sleep. She took his shoes off and set his gun on the side table, then covered him with a blanket. She texted Gilly and EZ, letting them know they made it inside unscathed. She climbed into bed and tried to sleep but her mind was still going a mile a minute. Last she knew, Celia and Letty were living in Fresno and Coco’s only contact with his mother was when she needed money. She tossed and turned for a while until she fell into a very uneasy sleep.

She woke up alone with even more questions and even less answers. She heard movement in the kitchen and decided to let him come to her. She was checking her phone when the bedroom door opened to reveal Coco with a mug in his hand, showered and in different clothes.

“I wanted to let you sleep,” he explained and set the mug down on her nightstand.

“Thanks,” she sat up slowly, putting her phone down in favor of the coffee.

He sat on the side of the bed by her legs, “I made it the way you like.”

She nodded and took a sip, “Hungover?”

“Pretty bad one,” he smiled softly, “Guess I deserve it.”

“At least,” she murmured, taking another sip.

“Good?” he checked, motioning the mug. She nodded, “Look, ma. Yesterday was fucked. And that's on me, you know? You were right, you didn’t do shit but I took it out on you anyway. I’m sorry for that.”

She set the coffee down to tie her long hair up in a messy bun, “Thank you for apologizing but I still have a million questions.”

Beeping from the kitchen sounded faintly, “I gotta get that, I cooked you breakfast,” he stood up, “You wanna come eat? I’ll answer your questions.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she agreed.

He went to the door but paused, turning back around, “Can I kiss you or am I still in the doghouse?”

She couldn’t help smiling at his serious face, eyes wide and sad. She crooked a finger at him and he darted across the room, pressing a few hard kisses to her lips.

Coco headed back to the kitchen, taking a steadying breath as he fixed her a plate. His military training still had him up early, long night or not. He woke up on the couch alone, still dressed with a bucket on the floor. Memories of the previous day and night flooded back to him and he knew he needed to stop wallowing and talk to his partner. She was his queen. She always accepted, never judged and matched his energy effortlessly. She deserved better than how he treated her, which is how he found himself buying a bouquet of flowers at 7:30 in the morning, the cashier smirking knowingly. He cooked her favorite breakfast, texting apologies to his brothers when he had a free second. 

She joined him a few minutes later, sitting down with her coffee mug. He set their plates down, “How’d I do?” he asked.

“So far, you’re going in the right direction,” she admitted, taking a few bites, “This is actually perfect. You buy this?” she joked.

Coco laughed, “Damn, alright. I deserved that,” he lit a blunt, “So…the club and I were talking to Louie the other day and he told me he made a movie with my little sister but he didn’t know till she came back all pissed off about money.”

She frowned, “Shit. So it’s too late to stop it?”

“Already uploaded,” he murmured, letting the smoke out, “I saw the little picture thing. The thumbnail.”

“Coco,” her face softened, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I guess I was hoping he got it wrong, you know? Even though she threatened him with the club.”

“I guess he didn’t,” she took a drag of the blunt when he passed it over.

“It’s her. Remember when I got back late the other day? I found Celia on the corner,” he admitted, “Told her to arrange a meeting. I met them at a diner yesterday afternoon. Celia told Letty I’m her dad and she ran off with a trucker. I uh…I don’t know where she is.”

She set the blunt in the ashtray, “Baby…”

Coco shook his head, “Club shit went a little weird yesterday. Took much longer than we thought. I was so in my own head that time just got away from me. I know that’s a shit excuse but…”

She took another bite, “And the drinking?”

He leaned back in his chair, pushing his food around with his fork, “I was gonna have one and come home. It was like my brain shut off. Next thing I knew, I was throwing up on the stairs.”

“That’s heavy,” she held her hand out across the table, “You don’t need to deal alone anymore, my love. You know that.”

“I know, I know,” he squeezed her hand, kissing her knuckles, “I just…it’s Celia.”

She nodded, knowing his mom was one of his biggest issues, “So…we getting a bigger place?”

His eyes widened, “What?”

She stroked his hand with her thumb, “We don’t have a spare room for Letty, she’s what, 16? We aren’t gonna bring her here just to have her sleep on the couch.”

She barely had the sentence out before he kissed her with bruising pressure, holding her cheeks as she whimpered. They were breathless when he broke the kiss, their lips still brushing together.

“Why are you so fucking good to me?” he whispered, “I don’t deserve it. Especially after last night.”

“I’m good to you because we’re in this together,” she licked her lips, smirking when his eyes fluttered closed at the feel of her tongue, “And because you’re taking the day off to make it up to me. That’s not a request.”

A devilish smirk crossed his lips, “Does that mean I get to eat your pussy all day?”

Her eyes lit up, “I mean…at least.”

She laughed as he carried her over his shoulder back to their room, tugging her shorts down her legs and leaving them in the hall as the bedroom door slammed closed.

“Taking advantage while you can?” she joked as her back hit the mattress. Coco crawled over her, pushing her shirt up and kissing the skin he exposed before helping her out of her shirt, kissing her hungrily. She wrapped her legs around his, pressing closer to him. He groaned as he ran a hand down her side, slipping his fingers between her legs. She gasped, her hips rolling as he touched her. He kissed back down her arching body, his tongue and fingers moving slow and deliberate. Coco smirked when he sucked harder, his tongue speeding up on her clit. He loved eating pussy but there was something about hers that made him feel insatiable. Her taste, her smell, the needy sounds she made when she got closer. Her long nails were scraping his skin as she gripped his hair, moans getting louder as she fell over the edge. Hearing her cry his name over and over like a prayer had him grinding against the bed as he brought her over a second time. He looked up to see her trembling, her chest heaving as she collapsed back on the bed.

“So that was one?” he smirked, licking his glistening lips as she laughed. He didn’t wait for an answer before lowering his head between her legs.

[agentpheoness]

The Mask of Mirage (Part 1)

”Okay fine, Pheonix! I admit it!”

Pheoness exclaims, tugging on the sheets of the trailer’s pull up couch nervously. Pheonix raises an eyebrow mischievously. He knows what he talks about, but he’s waited too long not to poke a little fun at her. “I’m sorry. What are you admitting?” He feigned innocence “PHEONIX!” She muttered, her face getting hot. “I…might like Reginald…m-more than platonically….” Pheonix smirked “Please speak up. I can’t hear you!” “ OH MY GOODNESS PHEONIX! I. LIKE. REGINALD!” She admits, covering her mouth in shock when she realizes her volume. Pheonix bursts out laughing, the sound adorable and sweet with an hint of sneakiness. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Pheonix takes a seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder “Soooooo when am I gonna plan the wedding?” “WEDDING WHA- PHEONIX! WE’RE PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA DATE! Remember, agency rules and all….” Pheonix shrugs “Girl, we have almost burned HQ down multiple times. When have we ever listened to the rules?” “No, Pheonix. You don’t understand…” She stands up, pacing back and forth while rubbing her temples. “When we’re doing our chaotic stunts, management can only blame US. If….my relationship with him is anything more than platonic, it could get him in trouble and probably even fired. I know he loves his job, so I’m not going to interrupt that because of some…stupid emotions.” She put on a fake smile, trying to change the subject “Let’s just get the briefcase to HQ, I’ll drive.” “Awh, no fair! You drove last time!” He pouted “Well, I don’t trust you driving! You were 70 miles over the speed limit and laughing like a maniac while you did so!” Pheonix mumbles in frustration from the back seat as Pheoness starts the car.

The van suddenly got darker, even in the front seat. “Pheonix, what did I tell you about playing with the lights?!” But all that responded was a strangled series of coughs from him and a weak “-Pheoness…”. This…wasn’t the lights. She didn’t realize her lungs were filling with smoke. She too starts coughing uncontrollably, trying to find the source of the smoke. It was no use, the smoke was so thick, burning her eyes so she couldn’t even see a foot in front of her. Her leg makes contact with an unknown object, making her body slam in the floor and her chin hitting what she thinks was a table. She couldn’t tell if it was from the smoke or the fall that made her vision go black.

The next thing she remembered, she’s in her old office. Each wall and crevice was so familiar, even the desk, which was piled with delicious food and wine. She tried calling out to Pheonix, but there was no response, not even on her earpiece. Thank goodness Reginald was connected “Oh, agent. You’re awake!” She heard his voice through the earpiece “Reginald, what happened?! There was a bunch of smoke and-“ “Oh, agent. Everything’s fine. You and Pheonix got the briefcase here and that’s all that matters…” She looks at the food, desperately wanting to eat it, but has trust issues when it comes to food due to the chocolate cake incident. She carefully took a sip of the wine, making completely sure it wasn’t poison before chugging it. Honestly, she really needed that right now. Despite everything, nothing explains what happened in the van and it didn’t sit right with her. She looked through some of the drawers, realizing one that couldn’t open “Oh, no. That’s not important, agent.” She raised an eyebrow “Reggie, it’s MY desk. Are you feeling okay?” “Perfectly fine. Why?” Pheoness sighs “There’s something off about you, if something’s wrong you can tell me, you know that, right-?” Pheoness says but was rudely interrupted by Reginald “Yes, yes, I know agent.” He scoffs in an annoyed tone. Now, she knew something was up. Reginald wouldn’t cut her off even if he was pissed. She opens the drawer with a knife that was on the table. In it was a clipboard and a lighter. The clipboard, written in neat red ink, is a checklist, talking about a stage set. “Reginald, how did I get here..?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the clipboard. “The smoke grenade wasn’t filled of poison gas so I was able to get you two to the agency.” Her eyes widened as an eerie silence filled the air.

“I didn’t mention a smoke grenade.”

She uses her telekinesis to move the once sturdy agency logo on her wall, but now, it was flimsily made of cardboard. “You’re not telling me something..?” She growls, hiding her overwhelming anxiety. What’s wrong with the man she cared for and loved? Did they kidnap him? Torture him to do this? She couldn’t imagine Reginald being like this………unless……this wasn’t Reginald. Her muscles tensed in anger at the realization. This safety and security was all just a mere mirage. She grips the lighter tightly, lighting anything she could on fire. To her surprise, there was a camera pointing at her where the agency logo was. Instead of Reginald being shocked or dumbfounded, his voice sounded smug

“Looks like someone’s connecting the dots.”

“And cut! That. Was. Perfect.” Before she knew it, a cage of deadly lasers prevented her escape. “Don’t get any ideas, agent. You’re not going anywhere.” Reginald’s voice started distorted, mutating into another familiar voice. The one and only John Juniper. The walls of the room started to separate, revealing she was in the middle of a theatrical set. Pheonix was also bound by a laser cage next to her. In a panel above her was the cocky actor, who was wearing the mimic mask. He was staring down at her intently as if she was a mere cockroach. “Hey, agents. Not a bad impression of your handler, huh? There’s a reason I won all of those awards.” Pheonix stifles a giggle “What awards? Most likely to have a temper tantrum?” Even through they were in a terrible situation, they still laughed at Juniper, the person who literally holding them hostage. “How dare! I do not have temper tantrums!” He retorted “The little party we crashed proved otherwise…” Pheoness snickers “SHUT UP! Oh, and for your information Pheeeoness..” he snarled, emphasizing the e in her name. “I did not mean to flirt with you at the party.” He shuddered at the word ‘flirt’ “Ew, that’s the one time other than the yacht incident that I regret being drunk. You got lucky your little boyfriend was there to save you. This time, you don’t have that privilege” Her heart sank at the mention of Reginald “Where is he? HE BETTER BE OKAY!” His tone went back to his familiar smugness “Don’t worry, cupcake. All you need to know is that he’s at OUR will now…..You know, I never got to do a classic villain monologue. And what do I have, but a captive audience!” He then rants about how he joined Zoraxis for the role of a lifetime and his whole typical villain arc. Pheoness loves it when Reginald and Pheonix rants to her, but Juniper doing it gave her the opposite feeling. She tried to use her telekinesis to take a fork to poke his eye, but he the panel he was in was surrounded in glass. He was still pissed at her for trying, though. “I see…you just wanna skip to the part where you die! Well, fine!”

“Lights, camera, aaaaand ACTION!”

[megalony]

Look at us- Part 2

This is the second part of my new Henry Cavill series, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely to have.

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Summary: After losing a baby a few months ago, (Y/n) is still suffering horrible back pains that she needs strong painkillers to manage. But she has to be okay and in control to look after her family and she knows she is relying too much on pills to gain back her life and control.

Enjoy.

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With a bright smile on her face, Ella threw the crayons back into the plastic tub and closed the lid with an air of accomplishment about her. Her head swayed along with the song on the CD player next to her and she hummed the tune while she walked over to the bookshelf they used for toys and games.

Her bright blue eyes glanced around her before she put the crayon box back and slowly pulled out the blue plastic box with a sticker on that said 'Jesse'.

Ella didn't think it was fair that Jesse got to have special pens and erasers because she too liked them.

The blue box was full of erasers that looked like small toys, there were ones made like food, such as a burger or chips or a milkshake. Others were cars, animals and even a small sewing machine eraser. But the better ones were the plain rectangle erasers that had different smells; Ella loved the blueberry one. They were sensory to Jesse, he wouldn't try and eat the erasers for some reason even though he had PICA, he would sit and smell them for ages and throw them around. And some of the felt-tip pens he had were ones that smelt too, cherry, orange, strawberry, lemon.

It didn't seem fair that all of the fun ones were Jesse's. He didn't take care of them like Ella did hers, Jesse would blunt the felt-tip pens and ruin the ink and he would snap pencils and he threw the erasers. Ella never did that.

But she knew what her dad said. She couldn't play or use them if she was around Jesse because they were his and he got upset if she used his things. He didn't like sharing, he didn't understand how to share and the way to teach him was to have seperate things for all the kids.

When the conservatory door squeaked open, Ella was quick to shut the lid and push the box back into its usual place, feeling relieved when she saw it was only Brodie coming into the room.

"Mum said we're going out now." Brodie motioned with his hand for Ella to follow him and he waited patiently for her to grab her picture from the table which she held like it was made out of gold dust.

"I'm going to show mummy my picture," She proudly held it out towards him, her smile reaching her eyes as they walked through the kitchen until Brodie stopped.

"You can't show mum this."

"Why not?"

Ella turned around so abruptly she almost bashed into the kitchen table. Her smile quickly turned into a frown and her foot stomped against the floor as she waited for her brother to say something mean or silly about her picture. She could do what she wanted. (Y/n) loved all her pictures and Henry put them up on the wall in the play room or even on the fridge if he was especially proud.

"You've put Lilah on it," Brodie's voice came out as a small whisper and he did a quick sweep of the kitchen, making sure their mum wasn't around to hear him. He was the eldest, he was the big brother and he was used to looking after Ella and helping care for Jesse. Their dad treated him like a big boy, he gave him responsibilities and they had grown-up chats too.

Henry had to explain to Brodie that Lilah had passed away but with Ella, all he could say was she had gone to heaven because she was only five and she didn't understand what it truly meant or how much it hurt. Brodie on the other hand, could see how drastically it had changed (Y/n) to lose Lilah and how heartbroken it had rendered his dad.

He had also been told by his dad that he shouldn't talk about Lilah unless it was absolutely necessary because it was too upsetting, especially for (Y/n). They would always acknowledge Lilah's existence and would always love her, but for now, it was too hard to talk about.

"She's my sister, nanny said we can still tell people we have a baby sister, even if she isn't here."

She had drawn a family picture of all of them, it seemed natural and the right thing to do to add Lilah on there as well. Ella had never seen her. She briefly remembered patting and kissing (Y/n)'s tummy a few times. And she knew the picture in the living room was of Lilah, swaddled up in a lavender blanket and little white hat on her small head.

What kind of big sister would she be if she didn't put her little sister on the family picture?

"Yeah, but dad said talking about her upsets mum, it'll make her cry. Put it away and show dad when he comes home."

"But-"

"Ella, put it away."

With a huff and another shake of her head, Ella made sure to stomp her feet as she left the kitchen to go to her room and put the picture away safely until her dad came home. He would appreciate her drawing, even if Brodie didn't.

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"Can we go to the park?"

Turning her head, (Y/n) looked over at Brodie who had one hand subconsciously holding onto the handle of the pram out of habit and instinct. He was looking around the pharmacist like it was some kind of shop of wonder and every person was someone he could watch and study.

"If you want to." Something close to relief broke out on (Y/n)'s face and made her smile as she thought to herself.

She could actually walk today.

Sometimes, it felt like her pain was just imaginary, that she was having some kind of phantom symptom or part of a psychosis where she didn't actually have the pain at all. The other day she couldn't get down the stairs on her own and Henry had taken to carrying her up and down the stairs, insisting that he would rather carry her than watch her be in pain. But today, (Y/n) could properly stand up straight and walk without being doubled over.

Going to the park was on the way home anyway and it would do her some good to keep moving around. She was at risk for blood clots on a normal day which was why she was usually active and being a mum made her very busy. Being pregnant increased her risk of blood clots and she'd had two already, moving around significantly reduced the risks and it did feel good to be back to being mobile again.

"Prescription for (Y/n) Cavill," (Y/n) pushed the pushchair forward to the desk and handed over her paper prescription.

It was a relief that her doctor didn't ask to assess her again, instead she just re-ordered (Y/n)'s tramadol when she said the pain hadn't gone away yet. It was less hassle and so much easier to just stay on the tablets, just for now. They did help when the pain was excrutiating and even though she was feeling better, (Y/n) wanted to be safe.

She needed to have them on hand in case in the morning, she was back to being hunched over or even if she laid down tonight and she couldn't get a wink of sleep.

They were a necessity to have around the house or in her bag, just in case. It just meant that she didn't tell Henry she'd got them again. He had got her some other soluble painkillers that were supposed to be good and effective when he knew her tramadol had run out. She couldn't tell him she'd collected some more because he was starting to worry she was taking them for too long and if he knew (Y/n) took an extra one here and there to manage the pain, he would only worry.

(Y/n) didn't want him worrying any more than this, she was relying on him a lot as it was. He doted on her, carried her up the stairs, comforted her when she was sobbing in agony and he did anything he could to help. She couldn't worry him in return.

She slipped the small square box of tablets into her bag and turned the pram around, guiding them all out with Brodie on her right and Ella holding her other hand.

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A smile bubbled up on (Y/n)'s face when she felt a pair of strong arms suddenly enveloping around her waist and a chin perching on her shoulder. She could feel Henry's breaths tickling against the side of her neck and his chest rumbled against her back as he murmured something she couldn't make out.

She knew he had come home, all the kids had rallied to the front door to bombard him when they heard his car pull up in the drive. Even Jesse had gone towards the commotion with a chew toy hanging from his mouth and a cheesy grin on his little face.

Brodie had told him they had gone to the park and that Jesse had loved the roundabout, Ella had demanded he look at her new drawing she did earlier and Henry had obliged. Seemingly disappearing with their brood until he silently crept into the kitchen and surprised (Y/n).

"Are you feeling better?"

Henry kissed the side of (Y/n)'s neck and held her tighter to his chest when he was sure that she wasn't in pain. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, breathing in her scent. It surprised him to see her standing up straight today when he came into the kitchen but it was a welcomed surprise. He had left early this morning and he almost didn't go to his press meeting today in case (Y/n) was still in a bad state. He didn't want her continuously going up and down the stairs if she couldn't stand straight or running around after the kids.

But he was more than happy to see his wife finally able to stand up alone, unaided and seemingly without much discomfort or pain.

"Hm, a lot better today. Managed to walk all the way to the park and back."

"That's great, keep taking the painkillers for it though, don't want you waking in the morning and being back to square one again." Henry knew one good day like today could spread and last for a week or it could vanish in the morning as if it was all just a dream.

(Y/n) needed to continue taking something for the pain even if she was feeling a lot better. They needed to play it safe and make sure the edge was taken off until she was fully better again.

"I will,"

With a soft smile, (Y/n) slowly turned around in Henry's arms until they were facing each other and his bright, toothy grin made her knees go weak. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she could have melted right there on the spot.

Her arms moved to loop lazily around his neck and his arms tightened even more around her and tugged her closer to his chest like he was trying to merge them together. It felt good to be held like this again and to cling to him without needing to be lifted up to relieve any pain. It was thrilling to be back in Henry's arms for love, not for pain relief or comfort to take her mind off the agony she had been feeling.

"I've missed you," Her words were murmured against his lips when he leaned down to kiss her, his light stubble tickling her cheek.

"Don't worry baby, I'm all yours tonight."

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Goodbye

Warnings - swearing, angst, modern AU

It hurt, looking around what was once your home. It no longer felt like the place you spent years in, meticulously picking out each piece of furniture and each frame that held the photos of your family. Now those frames were removed, studs sticking out of the walls, nestled amongst the plaster. Each photo was removed from the frame, split amongst each box, some staying and some going. You were careful as you took things off of the shelves, wrapping them in protective layers so they didn’t break on the way to your new apartment. The floors no longer held dust or scuff marks from your shoes as you danced along the halls, singing along to whatever played through the speakers, put on full volume so you could hear from wherever it was in the house. The moving crew worked behind you, picking up the bigger piece of furniture you had marked for moving, your office furniture and the ottoman, larger boxes, and even that overly expensive Chinese vase you had gotten on a trip. It was a pain to ship back home but it was worth it, the final puzzle piece in your living room. This was the final box, the final room that you had gone through, picking your stuff out and leaving the rest. Your husband, no, ex-husband would finish his own packing when you were gone, no trace of you left. You left a lot of things you no longer wanted, and couldn’t bare to look at any longer. Most of the stuff in your bedroom was still there, abandoned by you. It had been a few weeks since you last stepped foot in there, not even to pack your things. Your best friend helped pack your clothes, telling you she could collect your stuff from the bathroom as well, pack up the makeup you spend hundreds on, and the hair products that had taken years before finding one that worked with your hair texture almost perfectly. You brushed her off, saying the less you had to think of that room and the things that reminded you of it, the better off you would be. Besides, why would you want to be in the place it all fell apart?

“Is that how you feel?” Kyojuro stood across the room, not even facing you fully as he addressed you, staring out at the setting sun.

“It’s how I’ve felt Kyojuro, this shouldn’t be a surprise to you.” He scoffed, pulling the long strands of blonde hair out of his face before looking at you, none of his gaze was hidden as he looked at you with an incredulous glare.

“This is a surprise to me, I thought you were happy, I thought we were happy” You didn’t bother to muffle the scoff as you looked at him.

“Kyojuro, when was the last time we’ve sat in the same room and had a conversation that wasn’t about the weather?” He stood silently, the question mulling in his head as he avoided your glaring “Or how about the last time we went out, or had sex? When was the last time you called me and it wasn’t about a bill or the fucking dinner you never eat hot? Kyojuro how the fuck could anyone be happy like this? We are roommates at this point”

“You never said any of this until now, why? Why am I just coming home to you packing a bag rather than talking to me?” You wanted to rip your hair out and scream, throw anything that was within reach at his oversized and useless head. But it wasn’t worth it, fighting would be exhausting, more exhausting than trying to hold onto a failing marriage.

“Anytime I tried to talk to you I was brushed off, you would blame work, or helping your father and brother, or going out with the boys. You leave my texts on read, and the fucking snap chats I send of the stupid fucking neighbor's cat go opened and not responded to. Do you know how shitty it feels? Knowing that the man you once talked to about everything, even the leaf that was shaped like a car, yeah that person now pretends you don’t exist and doesn’t care until it inconveniences them that now they have to do their own laundry or cook their own meals. You don’t care for me anymore, you don’t care about me anymore. I understand now that you could care less for me and I don’t want to be around to experience it Kyojuro, I’m done.”

It wasn’t how you wanted it to end, you wanted him to fight, to try. But it was obvious he just wasn’t interested any longer immediately resigning to silence as he watched you walk out of the house and not return. The divorce had been going amicably you thought. The house was being sold and assets were being split, you would receive a decent chunk of the sale price, maybe enough to buy a small townhouse or a ranch. Anything that got you out of the city and far away as possible. Any and all contact between each other was made between lawyers, no words actually shared between the two of you.

You held it together though. Leaning on your friends who were more than happy to lend a shoulder to cry on or a couch to sleep on. Closing the last box and tagging it for the move had hurt more than you expected. It was turning the final page of an excellent stand-alone novel whose writer had passed right after publishing. But this isn’t your home anymore, it hadn’t been home for a while. Now the house was going to move on, and maybe you should too.

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“Ah, I see…” He bites at the inside of his cheek in thought for a moment as he glances between you and the steaming bowl of soup with its cream and herb garnish. For all you know it could be poisoned or drugged. He acted far too suspiciously when you arrived and you agreeing for him to search you earlier doesn’t mean that you trust him, as you’re aware he doesn’t trust you. “Well…” The chair drags against the floor as he rises to his feet. “Allow me to show you to the telephone. Do you need the phone number for a recovery?” Suspicious but considerate, it would seem. 

“Actually, yes, that would be great.” He nods and reaches into his pocket to hand you a slip of paper.

“I had a servant copy it down to hand over to you. Come along, I’ll take you.” He says and leads you out of the dining room without batting an eye at the wasted meal upon the table. He leads you back to the foyer and then up the curling staircase where a table stands overlooking one of the balconies – upon it is a telephone with a rotary dial. You begin to put in the numbers and hold the receiver to your ear as the pale man fixes his eyes to you in a cold stare, never once looking elsewhere. You hear a voice from the other hand and fail to hold in the little breath of relief that leaves you. You make all the necessary arrangements and then find yourself being led by your reluctant host back to the main doors. They’re unlocked when he pulls one open and you realise it must be the staff who are orchestrating doors locking and unlocking seemingly on their own. This man would have to be impossibly fast to do all of that alone. 

You look out into the dark through the torrents of rain and Alois hands you a paper bag and umbrella from the nearby coat rack. Your shoes are there and cleaned too. You almost feel sorry for that maid now, knowing her work has gone to waste as they’re about to get muddy all over again. You slip them on and then step just outside the door to open the umbrella. He has shown kindness to you but it’s not enough to dispel the unease that was created when you first set foot in this strange, old manor. 

“Thank you.” You say, hoping they shall be the last words you ever speak to this beautiful man again. 

“I trust you shall speak of my estate to no one, Y/n.” You feel a chill run through your veins. The door closes and you’re left to walk back through the darkness of night for the recovery man at the crash site of your car. 

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[siremasterlawrence]

Welcome To Court Ben!

Benjamin James is the first boi that I fall fast for deeply in love with him as he heads back to my place pressing his a button in his car keys.

The garage door pops open flipping upward in to the sky as he drove in parking nice and slow his eyes flicker when he thinks of me in bed.

Exiting the car he locks the door closing the garage door he walks up to the side door connected to the house and grabs the door knob.

He swerves it to the side sliding in a sigh of relief over comes him in excitement he races up the staircase to the hall way he can hear the television on.

His strong glorious and sexy dark shadow overcast the room getting closer and closer to me every second of the interaction gets me hot.

He faces me now blocking the television set the screen blast brightly in to his back I can see the lights shining past him as he grabs my feet.

My foot legs in to the air beginning to take case he massages my feet slowly inhaling my socks sent he rubs it against his cheeks softly.

The sensation tickling me deep down to my core my body is vibrating through me sends a chill down my spine and I move twisting in the bed.

My socks rolls off my right foot he smirks at it in the light he watches it very closely took tender care and checking out every inch of it.

Picking up my left foot he does the same in his hand he happily caresses me leaning in to kiss my foot up and down making sure every action matters.

He is forty five years old still quite super hot and handsome rocking a dress shirt and a dress pants perfectly decorated over his developed body.

I sit up grabbing his waist as I take his chin in my hands as we make out and he falls in love with me over and over again falling back on to my bed.

He has this dry tone voice but it shakes a lot almost upon instinct as he makes a cool entrance in to the room after he changes his clothes.

He closes the door heading in to the closet he picks up the clothes I left for him on a single hanger for him to wear and stood in front of me.

He excitedly unties his tie, unbuttons his silk shirt I recently purchased, his pants fly on to the floor and kicks off his shoes under my full control.

Now standing stark naked in front of my bed in the beauty of the moonlight washing in to the room his body bathing in it I am a loss for words.

He smirks when I extend my hands reaching for the remote flipping the switch by as I press button and the television turns on as expected.

Cracking up I point my finger into the sky as he catches it snapping it loudly it bounces off the wall his eyes roll back in to his socket and he fell to the floor.

I will more than enjoy my night now hopping from my bed I kneel next to him feeling my slaves body up and then proceed to dress him.

He hates to wear anything expensive so I let him wear his black tee and jeans at night I slip the shirt over his head letting it settle on his body.

I feel his hair then put on his jeans the belt is sealed on now enclosing over I snap him back to reality and he is awoken under my power.

“Master Lawrence! I missed you more than you could ever know.” He swears staring at me.

“I could kiss you right now.” He swears.

“Sir Yes Sir” he replies.

“Master may I go for a motorcycle ride?” He asks me.

“Go ahead Ben! Hurry up!” I say.

“Yes Master!”

“I am going down now “

“I am so fucking lucky”

“Master saved me”

“I just need to clear my head “

“Work is so frustrating “

“All I want it to be free”

“I am with Master”

“I do all for him”

“Devote my life to him”

“I hope he notices “

“Does he even care?”

“I mean really”

“If he did not”

“It would devastate me”

“I would be ruined”

“In shambles “

“Heartbroken “

“There I go again “

“Worrying like a baby”

“No end in sight”

“Focus “

“Hey Master!”

“Yes boi”

“I am about to park”

“Get your ass up here”

“Yes sir!”

“NOW YOU IDIOT”

“Mmmmm”

“Why does insulting make me hot?”

“I love to be insulted”

“My cock throbs “

“I find myself swooning “

“Ugh!”

“Still rambling I see?”

“Sorry Master”

“Master Lawrence “

“Kneel for me”

“Are you prepared?”

“Excellent! Lesson number 100”

The end

[smollbean42905]

RUN

In Belen's hallway, he walked down with his phone flashlight on. He entered the first room and filmed the walls that were covered with photos of all the patients when they were alive and smiling. A bit over 150 had a bright red X in the corner showing who lived and who didn't. On one of the tables there was a large file, he goes over and flips it open. Inside of the file are papers about all of the patients that have stayed in the building during use. He flips through it and says a few names that caught his eyes.

"Jane Keith, age 18, female, unknown...unknown....the records aren't that good.....death: suicide.." he speaks softly, James was behind him while reading until he got to James'

"James Brian, age 20, male, unknown..." he sighs

"unknown....death: accident? How can someone die accidentally except for taking the wrong meds or falling from a high height...but....that makes no sense..." He closes it up and puts it in his bag. He looks in the viewfinder seeing James for a second before turning around seeing nothing. He shrugs it off feeling uneasy and picks up the camera, he looks around for a few seconds before moving onto the next room. He goes room to room looking around

"I'm not giving you good content without Lyre, she has all of the history" he sighs softly and enters the last room at the end of the hall. The door is a lilac color, Belen opens it and feels like he's being watched. He goes inside and feels the temperature drop drastically. Belen raises an eyebrow at the sudden temperature drop but continues on. A shadow forms in the corner of the room. Belen goes over to a black table in the center of the room that holds some papers, he picks one up. It was a diary entry from Jane Keith. He reads it outloud,

"Dear Diary, today my day was bad. Today the inevitable happened, Leo Goldy raped me." He pauses and whispers to himself so low the mic can't hear him. He continues,

"Everyone could hear my screams, I was in my room during the day. He came in and did it to me." He pauses again and sighs deeply letting his face show emotion, pity? No..empathy. He continues again,

"Leo will die by my hands. Even if I die first.." he reads the rest in his head. He puts his bag onto the table with the camera gently set down facing his waist. He takes out the large folder from an earlier room and finds Leo Goldy. Leo was a nurse here who was murdered by Jane who then committed suicide the following day. A scream is heard from next to him, he flinches and looks around. Belen knew it wasn't Lyre, that wasn't her scream so he brushed it off. Belen puts everything back into the bag and picks up the camera. He looked around the room some more, the walls were a light gray almost white. The walls were adorned with roses in speckles, the trim a baby pink, and the floor white tiles. The room was in the best condition, better than any room he's seen so far. Like someone comes here daily to clean this room specifically. He films around the room before getting the feeling of being watched, he looks around the room seeing if Lyre was there. She wasn't. He got a bit confused but ignored it, bad idea, he was soon pushed making the camera fall about a foot away from his hand. He screams from the impact and turns and sees a dark shadow and the shadow from earlier, James was protecting Belen from the evil spirit. Belen gets up and snaps a photo before running. He meets Lyre out in the hallway, he quickly picks up the two cameras putting them into his bag then grabbing Lyre's hand running out of the building with Lyre barely keeping up. Once they make it outside he just picks her up like a sack of potatoes and runs to their car. Lyre films the building and sees the dead guards and a dark shadow in the window where Belen got pushed. A lighter shadow in the window next to it, we all know who that shadow was. Belen puts her down after a mile of running to the parking lot where the car was in sight. They walk in silence, Lyre filming them still. A bruise is already forming on Belen's cheek, a scratch unknowingly forming on his calf. They make it to the car and get in their respective seats of Belen driving and Lyre in the passenger's seat. Belen shakes a bit in the car, Lyre puts the camera on the dashboard like she always does

"What happened in there Bub?" Her voice is soft, she knows something is wrong. Belen sighs and speaks quietly

"Something in there attacked me. I was pushed. I turned and saw shadows? As odd as that sounds, but I did. There was a lighter one and one that was like midnight. I also may have found a large folder of all of the previous patients that never left. Oh and there's a God-damn dead body in the morgue th-" he gets cut off by Lyre,

"Wait, slow down. A shadow person pushed you. You found a folder about all of the dead patients and there was a body in the morgue? Is that why you didn't let me enter the room?" Belen nods as a response

"You took a picture of it..can I see?" Belen looks at her like she's crazy and nods nonetheless and takes out his phone. He goes to his gallery and shows her the picture. The picture held a dead man, the man was black and he had three large scratches going along his clothed chest.

"The Holy trinity.." the twins mutter at the same time. They look at eachother and Lyre's eyes are drawn to Belen's wrist.