#i am so unprofessional wow

[pinacoladamatata]

eating my popcorn watching all this drama go down irt the larian discord server

[racew1nn3rs]

─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘪𝘪. (𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳) ⛵️

⤷ summary: miami and monaco. just lando being horribly down bad and y/n being at her wits end. poor oscar just can't escape the train wreck that is two losers with feelings and zero (0) emotional competency .

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mclaren sorry to report that the only good thing about miami was the weather! (and the celebrities)

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user1 it's okay admin, you can say the car was shit

mclaren yeah the car was shit

user2 mclaren team is cursed i fear

mclaren alr where my witch baddies at? please unhex us pls pls pls

user3 uhm!!!????

mclaren desperate times desperate measures and all that jazz

user4 normal people: oh no the car is bad. yn: we're cursed for generations to come ☹️

landonorris i didn't get to meet shakira, what's the point of going on living

mclaren there is none! kys

landonorris oh wow

user5 nahhhh she gettin fired 💀

user6 not a single photo with lando's face 😭

user7 boohoo ☺️ OSCAR FANS, THEY BROKE BUT WE UP ‼️‼️‼️

user6 ok enough

landonorris post me challenge (difficult)

mclaren uh no (: go talk to hr bro we do not careeeeeee

user8 this beef is crazy, yall havent made up yet

user9 DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW WHY THEYRE BEEFING 😭

oscarpiastri yeah

mclaren hey oscar! great race

oscarpiastri don't ever lie to my face like that again

maxfewtrell gonna build the car myself at this point

user10 i see a podium in our future everyone say thank you max

user11 y/n livestream when 😔

ynusername (;

user11 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

user12 lando and admin flirting again, who could've guessed

user13 ... she told him to kill himself

user14 the enemies to lovers is enemying 🤩

user13 yeah, it's giving enemies to lovers but no lovers only murder

mclaren truth.

user12 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HWRE

user15 mclaren, fire everyone and hire y/n as the engineer/ strategist/ driver/ pit crew/ pr

mclaren we winning 🥱

oscarpiastri you'd be the only one finishing cause everyone else would die ☝🏻

mclaren shut the fuck up oscar 🙄

user16 flying cars they said 😔

mclaren how the mighty have fallen

user17 WE THE BEST TEAM ON THE GRIDDDD YUHHH

mclaren i'm gonna hold your hand while i say this

user18 it's been 20 years since i've seen my husband 😞 (admin won't post pictures of lando anymore)

mclaren your husband is ugly as fuck

landonorris what the fuck!

mclaren get off your phone loser

user19 full oscar picture when (i'mbeg ging you please i needg it nowe)

mclaren BAD DOG DOWN OMFG

lilyzneimer i would argue you were the best part of miami

mclaren YOU ARE SO FINE YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEAUTIFUL GIRL 🤭

oscarpiastri GET AWAY FROM HER YOU FREAK 🤺

user20 y/n being unprofessional on the team page, who's shocked

mclaren and the world kept spinning

user21 we all know who was really shit here (looking at you lando)

mclaren it's not funny when you do it.

landonorris when she defends you 🥴

mclaren i'm telling a trusted adult danielricciardo

danielricciardo what the fuck makes you think i can be trusted

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The image flickered onto the screen as the broadcast began. Lando, clothed comfortably in sweats, a cap, and his streaming headphones, looked briefly off camera to where his guests sat waiting to be introduced.

He glanced up at Streamlabs and was shocked to see he had upwards of 30,000 viewers. He had only just started the stream and many people had likely not even gotten the Twitch notification yet. He shook off his shock and plastered on his usual smirk.

Everything is fine. I am totally and completely fine.

"Welcome, welcome. How are you all doing today? There's a lot of people here already. What's the special occasion guys?" He joked, being met with a scoff from the girl to his left.

Everything is not fine at all.

Lando almost never felt nervous when he would stream. After all, he was just playing game with his friends, the chat comments streaming through at a speed he could barely read. Even then, being in Formula One for so long meant he was used to being watched, his every little move being observed nearly constantly since his debut in 2019.

And yet all it took was her presence and suddenly he was nervous. His palms were sweaty, his heart was beating at a mile a minute- honestly you would think he were racing. How could he be expected to be funny and charming when she was here. She never seemed to struggle much in the department. It was almost entirely natural for her. Being perfect was like breathing air to Y/n he suspected.

As he watched the chat messages stream past even quicker on his monitor, he finally caught Oscar's gaze out of the corner of his eye. The younger man quirked a brow at him. What's your problem? His teammate seemed to say. He ignored him. Stupid Oscar and his stupid opinions and his stupid, uncomplicated love life. Lando envied the Australian most days, but now he just wanted to punch him straight in the jaw.

"Alright, it seems like most people are here already, so I'll just get started. I'm sure you're all wondering who my special guests are. The suspense must be killing you surely," He teased his audience. He ignored the completely accurate guesses in his chat.

Was he so predictable that it could be assumed it was either his teammate, Y/n, or Max were his special guests? Or was this a more unfortunate warning sign that he was just plain old boring.

"Seems like most people in chat were smart enough to figure it out! Please give a warm welcome to my guests! The lovely, stunning, awe-inspiring Y/n!" He cheered as the girl groaned, rolling her chair forward so she was behind him and within the frame of the camera.

"Oh and also Oscar's here," Lando added boredly, voice almost entirely monotone. Oscar scoffed loudly and he shot into frame kicking Lando's chair roughly, almost knocking him over and startling a laugh out of the girl behind them.

"Your an asshole mate," Oscar scoffed. Lando didn't hear him. The melodic laughing in his ear from Y/n was quite frankly the only sound his brain could process.

Who knew a laugh could sound so beautiful.

Who knew I could be so god damn embarrassing, Lando thought miserably.

"Guys do you see what I have to put up with!? How I get any shit done around here is a wonder," Y/n scoffed, "Anyways, welcome everybody, this is my stream now." Lando squawked indignantly.

"Excuse you, your in my home!"

"Yeah, unfortunately," she muttered with an eye roll and Oscar laughed.

"You should be grateful! Although these aren't the circumstances I was hoping to have you here under for the first time," Lando said with a completely unsubtle wink.

Y/n grimaced and Oscar doubled over with the force of his laughter.

"Viewers I am so sorry, please leave now, I have no way to muzzle him and apparently I can't sensor him," Y/n scowled.

"I fear he might enjoy that," Oscar muttered with a shake of his head.

Oh you motherfucker, Lando thought. Talk about subtle.

"If it was you, I probably would," Lando said to the girl and she planted her palm into the center of his face and shoved him lightly.

"Oh gross, cooties or STDs or whatever it is you men carry," Y/n shook her hands off and fake gagged.

"EXCUSE ME!" Lando shouted as Oscar nearly fell out of his chair.

"You're excused!"

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Y/n was holding on to her sanity by a thread. Or whatever was smaller than a thread... a hair or something. They had been answering fan questions for nearly 15 minutes already and Lando had decided today would be the day he would do nothing but flirt with her incessantly. He was like a child with a question or dog with a bone; He wouldn't let it the fuck go.

The sound of text-to-speech beginning dragged Y/n out of her thought spiral.

"Lando, what is your favorite video you've ever filmed?" The question asked.

Oh brother, Y/n thought. She looked at Oscar and he only laughed. How helpful.

"Probably the water TikTok challenge," Oscar hummed in agreeance.

"Why?" Y/n asked in confusion. She realized belatedly that asking Lando anything right now was probably a bad idea. She had set herself up this time.

"I don't know, I'm just a personal fan of anything that involves your hands in my hair," He smirked and she rolled her eyes. Her stomach flipped as she looked at his eyes. How could such a stupid, stupid man have such nice eyes (and lips, and teeth, and-).

"Well that's interesting," She smirked back, leaning her body toward him, ignoring the way she was blushing down to her chest. Her ears felt hot. It was hard to focus when she felt like she was burning alive, an unfortunate side effect that seemed to come with the irritating Brit in front of her.

"That was my favorite too," she added and Lando's eyes widened. Oscar looked at her in confusion over Lando's head.

"Really?" Lando asked, suprise clear in his voice. His smirk fell away for only a moment, but it was long enough for Y/n to notice.

Poor little Lando Norris, she thought. A bit too easy to read, this one.

"Yep," she grinned, before letting her face fall. "I'm a big fan of anything that means I can drown you." She responded in a monotone voice. Oscar cackled. The poor guy had hardly been asked any questions. Y/n found she didn't feel too bad anyway. The asshole was enjoying her suffering far too much.

Y/n knew the chat was going wild at their interactions, but she didn't really find herself caring. Maybe this was a bad look from a PR stand point, but then again didn't they always say "any press is good press."

Y/n wondered if the idiots who said that had ever had an inappropriate attraction to their asshole of a coworker, who just so happened to be public figure with fans who were becoming more aware of the tension with every day that interacted.

Probably fucking not.

Y/n watched as Lando's faux upset face cracked into a smile as he began to laugh heartily. She couldn't help but smile. Y/n was finding it hard to hold onto whatever grudge she had before. Maybe Lando Norris and his perfect smile, and his stupid jokes and his charming attitude weren't all that bad. Maybe, just maybe.

But they had absolutely no affect on her. None at all.

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ynusername monaco post-gp (help me this guy is stalking me i can't get rid of him help hel

11,209 comments

user22 damn he took out my girl mid-sentence 😔

user23 Y/N POSTED LANDO?? AM I DREAMING?? AM I HAVING A STROKE??? OH GOD AM I DEAD

user24 girl calm the fuck down

user25 DOES THIS MEAN THE BEEF IS OVER

ynusername yes! (he has a gun to my head)

user26 LANY/N SHIPPERS WE RISE ONCE MORE

user27 get it together, they've posted together ONCE

user28 is lany/n in the room with us

user29 "lando and y/n getting along isn't real, it can't hurt you!" OH REALLY

landonorris i had other plans but i cancelled them to be your tour guide, you're welcome

ynusername me when i fucking lie

oscarpiastri do my eyes decieve me

ynusername shut up oscar

landonorris yeah shut up oscar

user30 couples that fight their friend together, stay together

ynusername i can and will block you 😃

user30 oh.

oscarpiastri no it's fine i didn't want to be invited

oscarpiastri i totally hate the ocean, it's not like i surf or anything

oscarpiastri looks boring, would've hated to go on a boat

landonorris other than the fact that i lost my flip flop in the ocean, it was fun i guess

user31 good job lando this came off exactly as nonchalant as you hoped king

ynusername HAHA LOSER YOU LOST YOUR SHOE

oscarpiastri I LOST SOMETHING ONCE 😞

user32 close enough, welcome back brocedes

ynusername literally what is the correlation here

user32 idk leave me alone

user33 um so this is actually insane

user34 i screamed so loud my neighbors called the cops because they thought i was being murdered

user35 can you be normal

user36 this might be the first original experience

user35 no, not original, just embarrassing

user37 i want to be excited about this but it feels so sinister

ynusername good, it should be

maxfewtrell never in my 23 years of living could i have expected this (lando messaged me to tell me what he was doing today)

user38 posting a comment is optional

maxfewtrell i have fomo, can i live

user39 lany/n shippers all around the world cheered

user40 oh you different friend!

user41 onto something ❌ on something ✅

user42 and the crowd is... the crowd is leaving??

user43 my crew lets go

user44 "war is over" we all say in unison

oscarpiastri not likely 💀

user23 HELLO OMFHADFSLJ

danielricciardo oh so you can hang out with him in monaco but not with me

ynusername sorry babygirl 😔 i didn't mean to abandon you

danielricciardo ew never fucking mind

maxverstappen1 i live in monaco too! hope this helps

ynusername i knew that already! hope this helps

maxverstappen1 oh.

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most importantly, thank you so much for all the love and support on this fic!! the amount of comments, asks, and dms asking about updates was staggering and it makes me so happy that you all like to so much (: receiving such positive feedback for this fic has honestly rejuvenated my love for writing so much, and i can't express how much the support means to me.

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[honeylations]

HUH YUNJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: With Le Sserafim in New York and you coincidentally having a runway show, she makes the time to meet up with you

Warnings/Notes: G!p Yunjin, eventual smut, model reader, golden retriever Yunjin

“So I have a confession to make” Yunjin randomly blurts out during game night in some New York Hotel.

Sakura had just rolled the monopoly dice and took hold of her cat piece. “What is it?”

“You’re gay?” Eunchae sarcastically question, earning an eye roll from the American.

“We’ve established that already, yes, but no that’s not what I was gonna say”

“It better be worth pausing this Monopoly game because I am becoming richer by the second” Chaewon smirked and showed off her buildings in majority of the board.

“So I have a girlfriend” Yunjin breathed out, feeling the weight roll off her shoulders.

The red head doesn’t know why she felt the need to keep it a secret from her girls. It wasn’t like she was scared that they wouldn’t support her, it was more of the fact that she gets nervous about almost anything.

And Eunchae may also be a little of bit of a big mouth.

Once a small detail goes through the maknae’s ear, the whole kpop industry suddenly knows.

“Oh? Congratulations Yunjin!” Kazuha applauded excitedly, even giving her member a quick hug.

“I’m surprised you can even pull” Chaewon teased, feeling a wad of monopoly cash slapped in her face. “Ow!”

“Eat shit. Anyways, she’s super awesome~”

This particular side of Yunjin was an easy way for the members to bully her love struck puppy personality and Yunjin knew she wouldn’t be able to defend herself.

“What’s her name?” Eunchae was the one to ask, already planning on texting Kyujin about the news.

Yunjin fiddled with her fingers and giggled like a school girl. “Park Y/n”

All girls sat up on their knees with eyes wider than saucers. “WHAT???”

“THE MODEL?”

“THAT HOTTIE?”

“Kill yourself Yunjin, there’s no way you’re dating THE PARK Y/N”

Yunjin slapped Chaewon with the monopoly cash again, tired of her teasing. “If you don’t believe me, she’s having a runway show tomorrow night. You can come with if you’d like. She can get us front row seats”

The eyes have gone wider and jaws were dropped.

“FRONT ROW TICKETS TO A RUNWAY SHOW?!?!” Sakura jumped up and about, squealing so high that the windows shook.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll message Y/n and let her know” Yunjin said with a smile.

“It’s a coincidence that you both are in New York right now” The leader hummed and took her turn in rolling the dice.

She did a small fist pump when it landed on a double 6.

“Yeah I know, I’m just as surprised as you are. I’m planning to take her out on a date here soon and even introduce her to my family”

“Awwww our Yunjinie is such a good girlfriend~” Sakura smirked and playfully shook the taller member around.

Kazuha did a small applause. “I can’t wait to see her on the runway!”

The following night of the said Runway Show…

“Yunjin can you sit still?” Chaewon had hissed.

Chaewon could’ve been louder but she’d make a total fool of herself in front of the entire audience as the show was going. Well, not much of a fool as Yunjin right now.

The red head was fussing about in her seat, trying her best to get a clear view of whenever your turn was.

Which was literally in a second.

As you began strutting down with you beautiful model face, Yunjin squealed and started shaking her sign around that read: ‘I LUV Y/N <3’

“Wooohooooo! Go baby! You look so beautiful! Oh wow yayyyyy!~”

The Le Sserafim girls looked at their American member in disbelief. Did she suddenly forget she was an idol too?

“Huh Yunjin just how unprofessional are you gonna get?! Give me that and sit still!!” Chaewon growled, snatching the poster from Yunjin.

“Whatever. My girlfriend’s turn is over anyways” The red head grumbled before pursing her lips and waiting for the rest of the show to finish.

It felt like hours for Yunjin, but within minutes you had your bag over your shoulder and approaching your girlfriend and her group.

“Bebby!~” Yunjin made grabby hands and ran to you like an actual puppy seeing its owner.

Which was not much of a surprise for anyone.

“Must you be so loud whenever I’m on the runway? Be professional next time” You scolded but also melted into your girlfriend’s embrace where her large hands rested on your small waist.

She was squishing her cheek against your head and slowly pulled back with imaginary flat guilty ears. Her boba eyes grew wider and your body melted further. It was hard trying to maintain your nonchalant personality when your girlfriend was this fricking cute.

“I’m sorry bebby. I couldn’t help it. You look so pretty…I mean you always look pretty hehe”

You tried to be annoyed by her unprofessionalism but your smirk ruined it.

And Yunjin’s abrupt peck to your lips. “Mwah! Love you bebby”

“Ugh Yunjin quit being a love sap and introduce us to your girlfriend” You heard Chaewon hiss from afar.

“Right. Bebby, this is Kim Chaewon, our leader. Her temper is as short as her height-OW!”

“Piece of shit” The short blonde gritted her teeth when she slapped the back of Yunjin’s head.

“This is Miyawaki Sakura, the eldest. Then there’s me, your cute adorable girlfriend. And then Nakamura Kazuha, our Samoyed”

“Samoyed?” You repeated in question with a smile.

“Apparently that’s how my personality is” Kazuha shrugged and grinned, letting you slowly see why she got the title.

“Last but not least our baby girl, Hong Eunchae! We spoil her with love”

You softly pinched the youngest’s cheek and smiled at her giggle. “Definitely deserves to be spoilt. It’s a pleasure to finally meet Le Sserafim” you spoke calmly.

“Congrats on your runway event Y/n, you looked beautiful” Kazuha complimented sweetly.

“Thank you Kazuha, I’m glad you liked it. Yunjin told me you’d all be in New York so I thought it would be nice to get you girls a gift” you said with a smile and your manager instantly appeared with 4 bags of designer items that you collaborated with.

“Oh wow these are limited edition! Thank you so much Y/n Unnie!” Eunchae squealed with eyes as bright as the sun.

You would’ve thought she was Yunjin’s sister from how big her smile was. “You’re welcome Eunchae. Enjoy your time in New York”

“I will Unnie, I really will!”

“I’ll be going out with Y/n tonight for our date, I’ve already informed Manager-nim” Yunjin quickly reminded to Chaewon specifically in hopes she wouldn’t go ballistic but the leader hummed and nodded anyways.

“No worries. We’ll get going now. Oh and Yunjin-ah” Chaewon quickly called.

Yunjin’s brow raised in curiosity. “Hm?”

“Don’t stay out too late okay? We got content to film”

Yunjin saluted like a dork. “Ay ay captain!”

“Idiot. Take care and it was lovely meeting you Y/n!”

You waved at the girls but could feel Yunjin’s puppy eyes on you again. “What are you staring at?”

“Just how beautiful my girlfriend is. I love you bebby” she said and kissed your temple.

“Ugh. I love you too. Now where are you taking me tonight hm? You look so handsome” you smirked up at her and adjusted her blue button up long sleeve which was open at the collar.

“It’s a surprise bebby. This night will be memorable”

Well Yunjin wasn’t technically lying when she said memorable. She took you to a beautiful Italian restaurant, then surprising you with a bouquet of roses, and finally taking you on a walk by the beach where the moon shined bright.

Of course it wasn’t gonna just end there.

Because now you found yourself riding your girlfriend’s big cock in your hotel room. Both of your clothes thrown somewhere you’d have to dig through later but right now you were focused on milking your sexy girlfriend and the way she was STILL looking at you with those boba eyes.

“F-Fuck, stop looking at me like that” you moaned.

“Mmm, can’t help it. My girl is just so pretty riding me”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you clawed onto her shoulder harder, feeling the tip of her dick reach deeper into your pussy. “You drive me crazy, baby”

Not needing to say another word, Yunjin quickly admired the hickeys she scattered all over your neck and collarbones, then giving into her cravings of your lips. She made the kiss slow, letting her tongue work around yours and felt the movement of your hips falter.

But your tone got louder, shamelessly moaning into your girlfriend’s mouth that some of your saliva went down your chin.

“Tired, Princess?” She whispered into your mouth.

You nodded at her, being enough of a sign for Yunjin to lift you up and make you lay face first and ass up. You supported your balance by leaning on your elbows and looking back at your girlfriend who rubbed your ass and inserting her fat cock back inside your sopping cunt.

“A-Ah!”

“Always tight for me aren’t you, Y/n? My good girl”

You moaned into the sheets from the use of your name instead of her usual nickname for you. One of the things you loved so much about Yunjin was how different she was during sex. She can be vanilla if she wanted to, but Yunjin thought where the fun was in that?

She loved making you wither under her touch. Hearing you cry for her name and beg for her to please you in all the right ways.

“Mmhm right there baby!” You screamed at the inhumane pace Yunjin was going at, the slapping sounds echoing throughout the room (and probably even outside the entire hotel).

Yunjin towered her body over your back and trailed kisses at your jaw, feeling her smile against your skin. “Your pussy is sucking me in so nice, baby. Gonna fill it up with so much of my cum. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, clearly too tired to properly answer and the abrupt hold on your jaw made your eyes go wide. Yunjin squeezed your mouth open. “Open up and tongue out, darling”

Doing so, the red head spat on your tongue and forcefully closed your mouth before holding your throat. “Swallow.”

She hummed in satisfaction at your obedience, the knot in her stomach growing. “Hmm fuck, gonna cum Princess”

“Yes yes please cum in me, Yunnie” you mumbled with tears.

Yunjin was panting in your ear before releasing an aggressive groan, her hips snapping in a harsh but slower pace as she reached her peak. You felt the warm flood of cum fill your needy pussy to the brim, Yunjin then slowly pulling herself out to watch your creamy pussy leak.

“So hot” you exhaled, using two fingers to scoop the liquid and popping them into your mouth. “So tasty”

Yunjin guided you to lay your body down with your head on her chest, then pulling the covers over your sweaty bodies. She kissed your head and spent a few minutes helping you calm down by rubbing circles on your back. “You okay, bebby?”

“Yeah. We haven’t fucked in so long, I almost passed out”

“I missed you so much, bebby. Sorry we haven’t been going out lately”

You shook your head and placed multiple kisses on your girlfriend’s face. “Don’t apologise, my love. We still call all the time so just hearing your voice brings me satisfaction”

Yunjin smiled at your words. “Did you want to join us tomorrow? We won’t show your face on the cameras. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care about anything else”

“You know I have a photoshoot tomorrow, babe and plus I think your fans will go on a killing spree if they see us together”

Yunjin pouted. “I won’t let them touch you, bebby. I’ll use my magic force field to protect you”

You laughed into her neck and pinched her sides. “You’re such a dork”

“A dork you’re super in love with, am I right?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Yes. A dork I’m super duper in love with”

[romanoffsbish]

Hear Me Out

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Natasha develops a bit of a crush on Shield’s interpreter, and it just so happens that her best friend, Clint, has an in with the woman for her….

A/N: I actually minored in Deaf Studies in college, and that little end bit with Natasha is based on an actual mistake I made in my class lmao.

Cheese / Movie | Sorry / Please | Bad / Bitch

W/C: 3,788

"Why am I here again?" Clint grumbled as he sidled himself up to Natasha as she stood just off stage. "Because, Steve is off on a mission and there's no way I was doing this alone."

Clint rolled his eyes as he saw his best friends smirk grow while watching the stage, she was taunting him for being so easy to manipulate.

"Next time you call, I'm sending you straight to voicemail." Natasha shrugged, "I'll call Laura."

Clint was about to rebut her threat, but then he was caught off guard by seeing you on stage.

"Why's Y/N here?"

Natasha followed his gaze to your face, and her heart momentarily stopped. Y/N... Now she knew your name, and yet it wasn't enough.

——

It had been months since she first noticed you, she was instantly drawn to your beauty, but due to the nature of your connected jobs she felt it would be unprofessional to approach. With every passing event though she felt as her resolve was steadily crumbling, especially since you flashed her a gorgeous smile in passing at the last one. She damn near swooped you then.

"You know her?"

Clint smiled, "She's my Shield appointed interpreter, she bridges the gap between me and others in my situation while also teaching the family and I ASL." His smile dropped into a frown the more he thought about the situation. "Does she do every Avengers press release?"

"Mostly," Natasha replied with understanding in her tone. "Leave it to Fury to double dip."

"Now I feel bad that she spends every Monday to Wednesday with me." Natasha interrupted, "Oh wow, poor girl." Clint shoulder bumped her then went on, "Then she's at the farm every other weekend." Natasha frowned, in part because she didn't know if you could be trusted, but also, because she was jealous.

"Don't worry, I vetted her myself, she's clean."

Natasha's shoulders lost their tenseness, but she still kept a scowl as she realized she had always had an in with you. But since Clint was primarily retired she'd been left out of the loop with just how often she'd been on missions.

"She's single," he teased, Natasha could never hide her feelings from him. "That's cool," but she would be damned if she wouldn't try.

He sighed, ready to give her a little pep talk, but then the crowd roared with applause and he saw you were carefully descending the stage.

"Y/N!" Natasha glared at him, but fortunately you didn't catch it as you happily trotted over. You smiled, but only waved in greeting.

"I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Nat."

"Natasha," the redhead cooly corrected.

You titled your head, and furrowed your brows. Natasha watched in amusement when Clint knowingly huffed as he watched you. With your pointer finger you tapped your chest, then rose it to flick at the sky while shaking your head.

You understood him just fine...

Clint rolled his eyes, then did his very best to sign his introduction once more. Your eyes lit up at his improvements, and Natasha watched the older mans eyes also beaming with pride. She was certain she needed to know you now, because the old man was as a certified grump, but you still managed to make him smile.

"I'm Y/N," you finally spoke, and the redhead nearly fell to her knees at your voice. You had extended your hand out in greeting, but she was too enamored by you as a whole. So, you awkwardly cleared your throat while going to pull it away but she latched on just in time.

"Natasha," she finally offered her name, even though you knew it from not only Clint's intro, but also because you worked for her boss.

"I know," you giggled, and allowed her to keep holding onto your hand well beyond the shake. "You're kind of who I was defending on stage."

The redhead blushed and Clint was speechless.

"Right," she chuckled, and felt her entire body warm from embarrassment. Then, you gently squeezed her hand and she realized she had yet to let it go. Which only made her feel hotter.

The redhead dropped it, and if she wasn't so mortified by her horrible game she'd have seen the way you momentarily frowned at the loss.

"It's lovely to finally meet you Natasha, Clinton here has told me so much about you." You ratted the old man out for his gossiping. Nat narrowed her eyes at the man, curious on his intentions to have ever mentioned her to you.

"Don't worry, it's nothing too bad," you teased her and she met your eyes to see the honesty. "I'd stick around and get to know you myself, but unfortunately I have to meet with Fury, and sign yet another NDA since agents can't seem to keep their mouths shut around me."

"I'm sure Fury can wait," Natasha blurted, and that shocked all three of you. Clint smirked, Natasha's gaze fell to the ground, and you couldn't stop smiling thinking about how she wanted you to stay. The hand holding, and blush were not enough to convince you that the attraction was mutual, but now, you grew sure.

"He very well could," you theorized playfully, and the redhead looked to you with a smile. "But we all know that it's a bad idea to keep the director waiting. Then he'd be faced with the realization that his busy schedule is a facade."

The best friend duo laughed, both innately aware of the truth in your words. Fury spent his days doing a whole lot of nothing while the rest of them actually did the bulk of it all.

"I'm sure I'll see you around," you spoke again, the hopeful tone not being missed by them. Natasha nodded, about to reply, then her voice stalled in her throat as your finger grazed on over her warm cheek to collect an eyelash.

"Make a wish," you'd commanded playfully, and the redhead didn't question your childish behavior. She simply closed her eyes, wished for you, then blew the curl off your fingertip.

"What did you wish for?" Clint asked, and you watched the woman grow tense. "She can't say Clint, or else it won't come true." Natasha's eyes flitted back to you, and her body calmed. "Exactly, if you knew what's best for you, you would listen to the pretty woman Barton."

You gasped at her words, and nearly lost all of your composure, making Natasha slyly smirk.

"I'll see you this weekend," you'd signed to Clint, then left with a nervous smile and wave.

"Don't even," Natasha threatened through gritted teeth, and Clint laughed wildly. "Oh, Laura is going to be so ecstatic at the news."

Natasha left the man in the dust, literally, she drove off in her Corvette just as he made it and left him without a way back to the compound. Nevertheless, he continued to smile over the interaction as he walked back. He got into his car and left towards home, not even saying goodbye to the dramatic, fuming redhead.

He knew that he would be seeing her soon...

—

"Y/N!" You caught the little girl with ease as she ran down the familiar steps of her home. Lila began to ramble incessantly about her week, knowing the rules of silence affected her just as soon as the door was closed behind you.

You always took your time with entering just for her sake. The rules were important, it was the only real way any of them would adapt to the changes that came with Clint's steadily declining hearing. Immersive practices were truly the best when learning a new language.

"Ooh, and Nate got in so much trouble yesterday, because he flushed my dolls head down the toilet. Dad was so mad! Oh, and..."

Just as you went to open the creaky door you heard the slamming of a metal one behind you. Before you could even turn to inspect who it could be you got your answer as the little girl shimmied out of your arms and shrieked.

"Auntie Nat!"

Your entire body warmed when you turned to see her catch the girl just the same as you did. It was a bit soon to picture it, but you couldn't stop your mind from wandering off to thoughts of her maybe one day catching your own kids.

Neither of you had even confessed your crush's and here you were seeing wedding bells; always doomed to be the hopeless romantic it seems.

Little did you know Natasha felt the same way when she watched you with Lila from her car. For a brief moment she was jealous that the little girl looked so happy with you, that was her precious Lila-Bear after all, but then her heart skipped in realization that you'd already won all of the people that mattered over.

Except for Yelena, but she'd likely save that encounter for years down the line if she could. The last thing she needed was for the blonde to run you off before she ever got a real chance.

Turns out you already knew Wanda too, her other bestie, you'd been there for her after a bombing led her to a hearing scare. When Nat mentioned you last night the witch squealed, and begged her not to fuck this opportunity up.

Natasha had scoffed, acting nonchalantly about the possibility of a future, but her heart racing was a sign to the witch that she wanted it bad.

Once the redhead was stood before you it was like your mind was catching up to the moment. Natasha's hand fell to your shoulder, and offered you a bright smile. "We meet again."

"It's almost as if you planned this," you teased and she glared defensively. "It was my weekend off, it is only a coincidence that you're here."

"Oh," you chuckled awkwardly, completely thrown by the sudden change in demeanor. "Well, I'll make sure I stay out of your way."

Natasha internally slapped herself, she had no reason to be upset, but she was embarrassed by your ability to understand why she was here.

"You're bad at this Auntie Nat," Lila noted, then dropped down to follow you back inside.

"Y/N, wait." Natasha tried, but she was met instead with Nate glaring up at her with his tiny finger to his lips. He was shushing her.

Next to greet her was Laura, who pulled her in for a hug and whispered, "Welcome to the dome of silence, you can undo your blunder later—start by not being so defensive."

Natasha rubbed her eyes, and cursed under her breath in her mother tongue, only to be shushed once again by a smirking Clint.

Before she could retaliate (pummel the man) you'd flipped the power off, then on a few times to signal to the Barton's that it was time for congregating in silence. Natasha followed, and took a seat in the far off corner to observe the ways in which you taught the lot of them ASL.

It was amusing from the very start, she could see just why the wary kids loved you so much. The language was something you held respect for in your soul, but you also knew kids needed fun to focus. So, you almost found a way to make it a game of charades when the topics allowed you to. Clint and Laura worked out of a workbook for the most part, it was more like you were a tutor that sidelined as a babysitter.

Natasha watched your face, and how you were emoting so clearly. Every sign came with an expression, something you wouldn't see much of in spoken languages as inflection worked wonders to let others know your moods. In this instance she realized it was you setting a tone.

Today you were teaching them a handful of new words, and using clear feelings to do so.

You'd started with— "I feel," and signed cold, which you dramatized as you wrapped a scarf around your neck before lifting your bent arms in front of you, and shivered. Even Natasha had figured the word out, but that wasn't the answer, because as you saw the kids sign "I understand," you went on to sign "Why?"

Lila giddily raised her hand, body squirming in her seat as she quickly finger-spelled S-N-O-W.

You smiled wide, and signed good before you took your hands and imitated snow fall, your fingers fluttered as you swayed your hands down, then you pointed to your pointer finger, and the kids knew you wanted another word.

Cooper finger-spelled R-A-I-N, and you pursed your lips. Your hand took the shape of a Y, then moved from side to side, then your brow raised as your pointer fingers gently touched before separating fast. A quick way to say they were similar signs, but different in the same breath. Then you signed it and urged them for more.

Natasha already knew the alphabet, and with her spy training she missed nothing so she actually followed along rather easily with you. The widow quite enjoyed learning along with the kids, the words were relatively meaningless to her, but every word was necessary to life.

What really caught her attention was the little boy who'd shushed her earlier using his voice.

Nate was too young to engage in your playful immersive ways like the other two as he hadn't known how to spell yet. So you'd offer him photos after his siblings would spell out their guesses, and he would always get to shout the correct answer to you. To which you'd nod, wink at the older kids, then remind him to keep his lips zipped after as he hung off your back.

Nate snickered when your eyes bulged as you pulled the invisible zipper across your face. His imagination allowed him to believe that your lips were to some extent being zipped shut.

When you moved on to let the kids get ready for bed, you'd focused in on the parental unit.

Natasha gratefully caught your attention just before you settled into a conversation. Your face was rather solemn, and she cringed at the lack of your usual smile—she'd already grown obsessed with the simple gesture of yours.

She offered you a simple smile, and signed I'm sorry, or at least she thought she did, but really she said please and you took it as an apology. You'd merely winked and threw a thumbs up, your version of a rushed "it's okay," before you shifted to face an impatient (eager) Laura.

You were never actually offended by her earlier outburst, you actually found it quite funny.

Laura signed the lesson with you as if she had already known the material before you ever arrived. Part of you thinks she had the book and read ahead to show off, but the other part of you knew just by a glance she was brilliant.

Once you felt satisfied you nodded at her, and she traipsed off upstairs to help the kids finish up their bedtime routines. Then came your time with the struggling Archer, whom of which was the reason for these sorts of visits.

This is when Natasha's attention fell to her phone, you were no longer being silly, and truth be told she felt she needed to do some studying of her own to win your heart over.

Clint held up to your challenges, he signed with a sort of choppy elegance that matched him. Sometimes his signs would be angled wrong, and you would freeze the moment to remind him that sometimes a mistake like that could get him a black eye. For instance, bitch and bad were not too similar, but if you blinked it could be misconstrued, and somehow Clint found a way to confuse them often enough for you to need warn him. Not that he, an actual Avenger, had too much to worry much about.

Any Deaf person would be able to understand his flukes, but you feared he'd still get a stern scolding from the wrong person in a crowd.

Something you knew he'd take with a scowl.

After a half hour with the grumpy man you'd told him he was free to go. He literally jumped up, and lifted you into a grateful embrace as he spoke in a huff, "Fucking finally, I am tired."

"Language!" Laura and Natasha parroted Steve's infamous, inside joke, it spread around Shield so much that even you understood it.

The freshly cleaned up kids all ran into your body in some capacity, Lila smashed her chin into your stomach and pouted up at you. "Don't go?" You ruffled the little girls damp hair and smiled sadly at her. "I'll be back Lila, you guys won't even have a chance to miss me."

"I miss you all the time," Nate corrected you. Cooper jumped in next, pouting just the same, "You're like the coolest adult we know Y/N!"

Natasha scoffed, "I thought that was me!"

Cooper shrugged, and the other kids giggled. "You're our favorite Auntie, deal with it."

"Yeah Natasha, deal with it," you teased her with that pretty grin of yours just before you turned around to give each kid a final hug.

Natasha watched with an adoring smile, her eyes swirling with joy, and a twinge of hope. Clint caught her, and sent a teasing wink her way, but even that didn't stop her from gazing.

"Alright, it was lovely to see you again Y/N, please don't be a stranger," she winked at Natasha while hugging you tightly. "Get home safely please darling, obey the traffic laws."

Clint laughed, "Way to be a mom honey." He gulped as she glared, then patted you on the shoulder quickly before racing off after her to apologize, and help her settle the kids down.

The room was abruptly quiet again, and even with the palpable tension, it wasn't that bad. You moved around the room collecting your materials while Nat quietly observed you, she was building up her courage to approach you before you could leave the house completely.

Natasha politely tapped you on the arm, and you turned your head to peer over your shoulder to see her nervous smile. She swirled her hand about, you got the message and turned to face her fully, you nodded to confirm your full attention was hers so she lifted her hands to attempt to ask you out on a date.

Natasha shakily pointed at you, then back to herself to essentially say "You and me". She had no idea how to really do this, so she kept her Google search for signs at a minimum. The next thing she did was point her fingers out in the distance, something you understood easily.

The tricky part came when she put her hands together, the redhead tried her hardest to ask you to go to the movies with her, but she missed the mark by a simple position of hands. 

"Sure, brie or cheddar?" Natasha blinked in confusion, her hands fell in defeat, and she looked completely disheartened. "What?"

"You just asked me to go to cheese with you."

"Oh my god," she groaned, her reddening face covered by her hands in an instant, but you didn't let her steep in her shame. Much like the first meeting you had her hands in yours, and you squeezed them in hopes of comforting her. Judging by the way her eyes glimmered you knew she was grateful for the gesture.

“Of course I’ll go to the movies with you.”

“You understood but still did that?”

You chuckled, “It was too easy not to.” The redhead dropped your hand then softly nudged your shoulder, “You are really such a tease.”

“Just wait for the date,” you winked, and the woman felt her body warm at the implications.

"Let me know when, and I'll meet you there?" Natasha frowned as she shook her head with absolute urgency. "No, I want to pick you up if that's alright, we can get dinner together first."

"Then pick me up next Friday at seven Nat," you leaned in and placed a sweet kiss to her raised cheek and tried to hide your grin at the blooming warmth felt just beneath your lips. Then you got into your car, and she hung into the window instantly to keep you a little longer.

"I'll need your number krasivaya," her tone was even raspier when she spoke in her mother tongue and she could see by the widening of your eyes that she had an upper-hand here. "It'll be hard to get in touch without it detka."

With a steady as can be hand you slid your phone into hers, allowing her to send herself a text message. As you took your phone back you saw she'd sent herself a selfie, you narrowed your eyes, and she shrugged. "I need a contact photo, and didn't really want to wait."

"So you invaded my privacy instead?" You teased the woman, no bite at all behind your words, so she once again shrugged. "You're very beautiful Y/N, you can't blame me right? It's honestly a shame I hadn't met you earlier."

"You know, you had ample opportunity," you giggled, and softly pushed her out of the car. "But you needed your best friends help."

"Hey...."

"Goodnight Natasha, I expect a gorgeous selfie in return, you know, for your contact." You winked knowingly before revving your engine and taking your leave only seconds later.

"That woman is going to actually kill me." The redhead held her hand over her racing heart as you drove away, it wasn't until your car was the size of an ant that it had begun to settle down.

"Jeez Nat, you're whipped!" Natasha turned to Clint with a tilted head, a move of Wanda's, while wearing her signature sideways smirk. Her narrowed eyes alone spoke of danger, but then her fingers formed the shape of L's, and she linked them and pulled them like a trigger.

Her research expanded beyond your wooing to include the torment of her dearest old friend.

Clint knew better than to ignore her threats, and took off in an instant... Natasha's laughter echoed in the dark fields, and mocked the man.

"I can't wait to have someone to complain about those two with," Laura chuckled to herself as she settled onto the porch swing with a glass of wine at the ready to help her unwind.

"Godspeed to Y/N though, that poor girl hasn’t a single clue what she is in for."

——

[gojo-enthusiast]

Jealous Ass Bitch ~ Toji Fushiguro One Shot

Master List <3

Word count: 800

Slight smut, 18+, MDI, Fluff, vulgar Toji bc when is he not, strong language.

“Fuccckkk I am in the worst fucking mood EVER!” You huff out, slamming the front door, kicking your shoes off. “Wow doll, what’s up with the language?” The big broad, vulgar speaking boyfriend of yours asks, with a lifted brow. “Says the one with the most foul language known to man.” You roll your eyes, plopping on the couch. Usually when you come home, even after a long day, you give your boyfriend Toji a kiss, and instantly lay with him on the couch, before you both go and take a shower to wash off the day.

Your boyfriend was a gangster, of course he would never tell you that. But the wounds on his knuckles and the way he came home with stitches on his arm told you otherwise.

“Hey, whatcha sittin’ so far away for?” He says, standing up, to walk over to you. “I’m not in the mood today.” You sigh. “What’s wrong big baby?” He teases, sitting down on the ground, grabbing your feet. You instantly try to pull them away saying— “No Toji, I’m sure they smell. I’ve been working all day.” You pout. “I have fucked ya on ya period, I’m not worried about stinky feet.” He chuckles, grabbing your feet, and starts massaging them. “So what happened pretty princess.” He looks up with those forest green eyes. You finally begin to tell him. You told him how the girl who works under you was calling you a liar, saying that Toji wasn’t really your boyfriend, you had never brought him by the office, so everyone thought he was someone you just said was your boyfriend so people would be off your back about marriage and stuff. You go on, telling him how you showed a picture to the girl, and she said he was to good looking for you, that she doubts that’s even your boyfriend. It ended up with you calling her a bitch, and telling her to quit being a “jealous ass bitch.” Which ended up getting you written up. Of course your boss understood your POV, but he said, “you just can’t call people a jealous ass bitch. It simply is unprofessional and disrespectful.”

“Sounds like a bitch.” Toji says, agreeing with you. “Yeah! That’s what I’m saying! Ugh! I mean I know I’m not the hottest, but I do deserve you.” You sigh, “hey Doll, of course you do. it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. You’re the hottest girl I’ve seen, and with the tightest pussy I’ve had.” He winks— “Ahhh Toji you’re so gross!” You laugh, he starts tickling your feet, moving up your legs, to your face, kissing you. “My pretty little girl.” He smiles. “Should I come by your job and fuck you right in front of her?” He smirks, “Toji! You’re so vulgar!” You laugh.

Well 3 days later, your gorgeous raven haired boyfriend does show up to your job, your favorite flowers in his hand, a bouquet, and a paper bag in his other. “Hey doll.” He says, leaning in kissing you. “To- what are you doing here?” You say chuckling to yourself. “I can’t bring my princess flowers and a gift?” He questions, “of course you can.” You smile.

“Hello! I’m Marie, you must be Toji! I didn’t know y/n had such a lovely looking friend.” The jealous ass bitch says. “Friend? I wouldn’t say the woman I fuck daily is my friend. I’d probably say my wife though.” He says with a smirk. “Oh— I didn’t know you were married Miss. Y/N!” She chuckles. “I’m not yet-“ you start to say, “Will be soon, ready to put a baby in this fine ass woman.” He smirks, kissing your lips and gripping your ass. “Just came by to show you that I’m very much real.” He whispers to the young girl.

“Princess I put some of your favorite snacks in the bag, and a little something to change into before you walk in the door tonight. You better be ready.” He says low enough for you to hear, but loud enough for Marie to hear. “Oh—“ your breathe hitches,

“I’ll see ya later sweet cheeks.” He smooches your cheek, “I’ll see ya later jealous ass bitch.” He smirks at Marie. She had her mouth wide open, covering her mouth and face in embarrassment. She sits at her desk, and for the rest of her time there she doesn’t mutter a word to you.

“Y/n HR wants to speak with you.” Your boss says at the end of the day. “no they don’t, because I fucking quit.” You say, slipping out the chair, grabbing your stuff, and going home to the man who’s about to help you celebrate your departure from the dead end job he’s been telling you to quit for months.

[neoballsucker]

USE ME

Summary : you and your boyfriend always had a vanilla sex until one day he suggested trying something quite interesting

Pair : switch!sohee x switchfem!reader

Waring : sub!sohee,SMUT,pegging,nipple play,cum eating, mommy kink,protected sex,tiny fluff at the end,sohee is kinda a softie 🙊🙊

Word count : 1.3k

A/N : I'm still new into this if you found it unprofessional/cringe please ignore, thank you

You and your boyfriend were a lovely couple you two never really had that sub and dom dynamic it's not like your sex life was boring it was just vanilla you always made sure to stay gentle with each other you always discussed the things you wanted to try from seeing it on the internet reading about it it was really perfect and peaceful for both of you

“Oh um babe can I use your laptop for a while mine went off” you said rubbing the back of your head

“Sure baby it's over there” he points to you at the dinner table as you nod and goes to grab the laptop and goes sits in the place you were sitting at few minutes ago you unlock the laptop and all you see was one of the many porn sites and a video with the title ‘pegging him cause he was a bad boy’ you immediately turn off the laptop and clear your throat while his eyes were just glued to his phone screen

“Um take it I think I'll wait til my laptop charge” you said handing him the laptop

“Um why what happened?” He asked confusedly

“Nothing I'm just…not used to this laptop so I think I'll wait for my laptop to charge” you said nervously, he just rolls his eyes and looks at you annoyingly then his face suddenly changes

“oh well I think yeah you should actually use your laptop..” he laughs nervously

“See um I'm sorry you shouldn't have saw that…”

“It's okay sohee it's normal I guess…?” he sighs and kisses your lips softly and then let you go

You two never talked about it again after that and you two kept living cause life won't stop there

Until one day��you two were cuddling watching a movie together your legs tangled together

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” He asked with a cute cocky smile on his face

“Yeah sure what's up baby?” You look at him with a raised eyebrow

“Um….can we try something listen we don't have to if you don't want it I'm just suggesting it…”

“Uhh yeah and it's?” You look at him curiously

“Well you know when you um saw that video on my laptop…well i was thinking about it for some time and it seemed interesting and i low-key wanna try it…and I would love to try it with you” he looks at you and smiles nervously rubbing the back of his head

You pressed your lips together. It was kinda surprising. Did he want you to Dom over him?

“Do you want me to like…Dom over you?” You asked him nervously

“Something like that, listen you can call Me names you can do anything you want can we just try it…one time please and who knows we might actually like it ?” he tried to sound convincing as possible , the room filled with nothing but silence for few minutes

“Alright…. you're sure you wanna try it though?” You ask him cupping his cheeks in your hands

“Yes I am…I'm sure I wanna try that and if It turned out badly it's all my fault” he looks at you excitedly

“Well fine then we can try it…but I don't think we have any to-”

“I'll order one right now !!” He cuts you excitedly

You smile at his excitement he was so precious you just wanted to protect him you wanted to give him everything he wanted so of course you would try anything he want

Days passed you almost forgot about it

“Babe our order came” he said running to you with the box in his hand

“Uhh what order I'm sorry?” You asked him curiously

“oh c'mon the toy came” he chuckles and rolls his eyes

“Open it then..” you tell him hesitantly

He unwraps it carefully and when he unwraps it , it was kinda…big

“Oh wow that's kinda…big don't you think so?”

“It's the perfect size I swear , it was worth the money“ he smiles as he looks at it

“So shall we start now?” He asks curiously

“Do you wanna try it now?” You ask him hesitantly

“Of course I do” he says pulling you into your shared room

He lays on the bed handing you the strap

As he takes off his pants off as you help him take them off he turns his face buried in the pillow his ass facing you as you slap it softly and chuckles, taking a deep breath and puts it near his entrance as you put it slowly you can feel his back arch and he grips on the pillow as you put the strap in his hole you can hear his muffled moans , you couldn't hear it clearly due to his face being buried in the pillow as you move slowly in and out as you try to be careful and gentle as long as you can

You can feel his head raises from the pillow slightly

“C-can you go faster please” he said with a shaky voice

“Are you sure sohee?”

“Y/m use me….use me like a toy please”

He begs and his pleas makes you melt and you start to moving slightly faster than before you can hear his moans filling the room

“F-fuck m-mommy that feels so good” you can feel his body getting slightly shaky as you keep thrusting in and out of him as he moans and cries out as he touches his hard dick trying to make himself cum

“Do you wanna cum..?” You ask with a soft tone

“Y-yes I do ,you keep going I'll try just…” you suddenly pull out of him and turns him around and your eyes land on his hard member leaking pre cum you leaned in and started sucking on him as he holds onto the bed sheets moaning loudly as he thrust his hips as you bob your head up and down in a slight slow motion

“F-faster mommy faster please” he begged with such a pathetic tone he sounded so weak as your head moves up and down even faster as he moans and cries out due to pleasure and over simulation he looked so pretty his eyes were teary his body was sweaty his moans were louder and sounded more pathetic by every second as he finally releases his seeds in your mouth you pull out his sensitive cock a d leans to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss making him taste himself

He starts removing your shirt and bra and cups your breast as his lips are wrapped around your nipples , you whimper softly as he keeps one of your nipples in his mouth as the other one being squeezed between his fingers , he pulls out your nipple out of his mouth

“Mommy can I fuck you…please?” He asks with glossy eyes , you nod and pull a condom from the drawer , he takes it wrapping it around his cock as you take off your shorts and panties

He started rubbing his tip against your entrance

“Oh stop teasing c'mon I'm already wet enough” you heard a soft chuckle as you feel him inside you already soft and gentle as usual

“Go faster sohee” you say softly as he starts thrusting his hips and moves in and out

The room filled with nothing but the sound of your and his moans as he thrust faster as you feel your juices released you roll your eyes as you feel his warm cum inside mixed with yours he lays in top of you panting shaking a little

Both of you tired and exhausted enough

“How about we go shower and watch movies afterwards” you say as he looks at you with his glossy eyes and nods with a weak smile on his face

[im-not-drowning-you-are]

Remus “suggested” that I should do this. I personally see this as quite unprofessional.

I’m Regulus, if it is not obvious enough. If you call me anything else, especially my deadname, I will have Evan send Barty after you. Barty does not take transphobia nicely.

I use he/him. Or occasionally they/them. If you use anything else, it’s off to Barty you go.

I am sixteen years of age, and I am a Slytherin.

I will not discuss my sexuality. It does not seem relevant.

Do not question my heritage. Nothing is wrong with it. I am, however, French. That is all I shall say.

I might occasionally use this for my poetry. If my so called “brother” interacts with my writing, I will auto-defenestrate. Do not test this. If you are not Sirius, you will likely find my poetry and ideas with #the poetry yet to be written and #the poetry of the stars

I do like to dabble with painting and many different arts from time to time. Ideas for these will most likely be under #the art yet to be done and #the art of the stars

My violin is one of my passions.

If you spell or use the wrong type of grammar, I will not hesitate to point it out.

I am not an illegal animagi. To suggest such, would be incorrect. Do not look into it.

My Acquaintances

@hopein-dorasboxx - she is my best friend. I do not have a lot of those, but she is one of them. She is allowed Reg and Reggie privileges.

@girlinthemeadow - she is a little crazy, but I do like her.

@bat-b0y-barty - he is fine. I tolerate him more than I should. He only occasionally makes fun of me, so he’s perfectly fine.

@evans-roses - he is considerably better than Barty. Do I occasionally want to throw myself into a lake because of them both, maybe, but he is better. I murdered his relationship, though. I don’t deserve him.

@redwearingred - she is better than most, and is really nice to read literature with.

@everyhouseishaunted - he is a great person to read pieces of literature with.

@sirius-ly-awesome - if you see him, run. Or he will. Depends on who you are in relation to him.

@prongs-plural - I miss him. I hurt him so much. I am such a shitty excuse of a person.

@marlene-mckickin - I do not know he well enough beyond her friendship to Lily and the fact that she is dating Dorcas.

@go-lonedove-xo - he is the book man. Pandora seems to enjoy his company.

@the-hb-prince - I do not interact with him much, so I cannot say.

@mary-mary-not-contrary - she dislikes my brother, which is always a positive.

@dumb-german-boy - he is in my brother’s so called “boy band.”

@frank-n-bottom - I barely know him.

@alice-the-fortescue - I barely know her.

@bella-tricks-skeeter - I am related to her.

@beetlethebards-second-coming - she creates nothing but gossip and rumours.

Playlists with my friends and others are located below.

If you want to join, just ask @bralnwashed or myself (or literally anyone. Someone can get you in touch)

I do have a life, so I won’t be active 24/7

My regular account is @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus

I write things there

I use he/him most often, but literally anything is fine

My name is Regulus (wow, inception)

I DO NOT MEAN TO BE RUDE WHEN GRAMMAR POLICING, IT JUST MAKES SENSE

If there is anything that I end up reblogging here that makes no sense, chances are I was stupid and didn’t switch over accounts

I do not normally speak like a sickly Victorian child. These few sentences, however, do seem to prove otherwise. That could quite possibly just be an issue that only occurs to me.

Do I curse? Idk. We’ll see as time passes (I do when I deem it necessary or in character)

I don’t support JKR. Also, basic stuff, if you are a jerk, you will be blocked. I don’t take hate. Constructive criticism, sure, but hate of people who have done no harm, heck no.

I do actually love the arts and play violin.

I am a Slytherin.

I use passive aggressive periods for the heck of it. It seems very Reg.

Any French that I may use will probably be translated. I will check a few times using different things, though.

[flufffilleddonut]

Lieutenant’s Laughter

Summary - Tired of Lute’s bland responses to his attempts at humour, Adam takes it upon himself to make his Lieutenant laugh.

Word Count - 730

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Adam and Lute were in Heaven, walking through one of the realm’s lesser populated areas. The more casual nature of their stroll prompted Lute to leave her helmet behind, yet her typical, stoic demeanor remained.

“Can you believe that, Lute?! HAHA-” Adam laughed boisterously, having just recounted a time he humiliated another angel that had attempted to one-up him.

“They were quite foolish, sir.” Lute said flatly with a nod.

Adam stopped in his tracks and turned to Lute, who halted in response.

“Seriously, Lute? I have been nothing but hilarious all day, and the biggest reaction you've given me is a nod! What’s the deal?!” Adam questioned.

“I assure you that your comedy is top notch, sir.” Lute responded calmly. “I just personally don’t have major, gleeful reactions like you. As Lieutenant of the Angelic Army, I do my best to keep my composure.”

“Well that’s stupid.” Adam said, clearly annoyed. “You need to lighten up, girly. Stop taking yourself so seriously. You rarely even smile!”

“I am comfortable with my current displays of amusement, and do not intend on altering them. Trust me, I find you quite entertaining, sir, even if I do not show it.” Lute said with a weak smile.

Adam huffed in response.

Lute turned, ready to continue walking, when she felt a sharp jab in her side. It was followed by another, and another.

Adam was repeatedly poking at her torso from all directions. Lute began batting at his hands.

“Sir! What are you doing?!” Lute questioned, beginning to get a bit frantic.

“Stay still! I’m testing something.” Adam said, focused.

“Sir!” Lute called out, doing her best to hit away Adam’s hands before they reached her. “This is very unprofessional!”

“Fine…” Adam said, pulling his hands away and folding his arms against his chest.

Lute turned once again to begin walking. This time, she felt fingers wiggling up against her sides.

“Adam!” Lute called out, gripping his wrists. This time, however, Adam was persistent.

“Nuh-uh~” He sang out, keeping up his attack. “I’m done with this. I need a laugh, and I need it now.”

Lute, unable to remove Adam’s hands, began giggling.

“Okahahay! Okahahay! Stahahap nohow!” She pleaded.

“Mmm, I don’t think so! I’ve waited long enough for this. I’m not ready to give it up quite yet.” Adam responded with a grin.

Adam then grabbed hold of Lute’s wrists, raised her arms into the air, pulled her close, and began squishing her stomach with his free hand. Lute squealed.

“Ahahadadam! Nohohoho! Ehehehehe!” She giggled out madly.

“Who’s my giggly little Lute? You are! You are!” Adam cooed, grinning deviously.

Lute flushed. Adam knew just how to fluster her, and she hated it.

“Adahaham! Quihihit ihihit! Ehehe!” Lute protested.

“Music to my ears~” Adam said, ignoring Lute’s pleas as she continued to giggle. “Ooh! Idea!”

Suddenly, Adam released Lute’s arms and scooped her up bridal-style. He began raking his nails across Lute’s stomach, imitating the sounds of his guitar.

“Bow-now-now-nownow! N-now-n-now-nownow!” Adam sang enthusiastically.

Lute’s giggles turned into full-fledged laughter.

“NAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!” She laughed, holding onto Adam’s arm.

“You make a sweet guitar, Lute. You hit aaaall the high notes~” Adam teased.

He continued for a few minutes before slowing his hand to a stop.

As Lute was catching her breath, she felt something soft being grazed underneath her chin. Adam’s wing’s agonizingly slow movements kept a smile plastered on her face, as soft snickers spilled from her lips.

“Wow, Lute. I never knew you were this ticklish! I should have tried this a long time ago.” Adam said, pulling his wing away and placing Lute down onto the ground.

“Plehease don’t, sir.” Lute said as she studied herself.

“Oh hush, Lute. I could tell how much you were loving every second of that. Now, come on. We have places to be.” Adam said, making his way down the street.

Lute followed behind, attempting to hide her blushing face.

Despite her protests, Adam wasn’t wrong. She would have slaughtered anyone else who launched such an attack, playful or not, but, since it was Adam, she didn’t mind. It was also nice to be able to let her guard down for a bit.

As Lute walked alongside the first man, one thought filled her mind that she was unable to shake.

She hoped that Adam would make her laugh more often.

-

[pascaloverx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Eight

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

chapter seven chapter nine

The relationship may be fake, but the kiss definitely isn't. You think about this as your arms are wrapped around Pedro Pascal's neck. You also think that you could die happy tonight knowing that Pascal's lips would have been the last thing you tasted before dying. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration on your part.

"Do I kiss that badly?" Pedro asks while you're still in his arms. You were so out of it that the kiss stopped, and you didn't even notice.

"You know, I didn't want to say anything but…" You say jokingly, and he laughs. You then compose yourself, standing face to face with your fake boyfriend. Then you remember that you're semi-naked in front of him.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks, probably noticing that you're embarrassed. You turn and then run to your room while he waits near the bathroom.

"No, Mr. Pascal. It's just that my moment of courage made me do something totally unprofessional. And now I…" You speak loud enough for him to hear as you put on some clothes. When you finish getting ready, you notice that he is lying on the sofa, without a suit, without shoes and with sleepy face.

"What about you now?" He questions, almost closing his eyes. You lay down next to him on the couch as if there wasn't a bed in this apartment.

"Now I realize that kissing you out of schedule makes us seem less fake." You say getting too close to him. Your head slowly rests on his chest and he doesn't seem to mind.

"You can kiss me whenever you want. I don't think it's unprofessional. It's almost like practicing for the big show. Actors do it all the time." It's funny the way he talks like it's nothing. But you kind of like it. So you don't have to feel guilty about anything.

"Are you going to sleep here today?" You ask, adjusting yourself to fit your body to Pascal's on the couch.

"Are you kicking me out of your apartment, miss?" Pedro says as he wraps his arms around your waist. You smile as you gently stroke Pedro's hand.

"Actually, this apartment is more yours than mine. But I'm not kicking you out. Just wanted to check." You speak softly, feeling sleep starting to come over you as you feel the comfort of Pascal's arms around you.

"You have a sleepy face. It's quite cute." Pedro says, but you're not even sure how he's seeing your face at the moment, and it doesn't even matter. You're so comfortable that you can only mumble some nonsensical things before falling asleep shortly after.

In the morning, there's no longer the comfort of snuggling with Pedro Pascal. You already knew it would be like this. It's like Cinderella. Midnight strikes, and the enchantment ends. But you get up, organizing the house and turning on the television. Coincidentally or not, one of the topics being discussed on the channel you're watching is your relationship with Pascal. It seems that many people ship you two, but some are convinced that you're trying to pull a scam.

"You shouldn't listen to what those people say." Pedro says behind you, giving you a start. You thought he had left, but in fact, it seems he went to get breakfast for you both.

"Wow, you scared me. But they're not wrong, are they? In a way, I am seeking financial compensation while pretending to date you." You say, helping him to put the things he bought for breakfast on the kitchen table.

He looks at you like he's looking for the right answer to what you said but you quickly change the subject by asking random things. You have breakfast together, asking a few things about each other.

"While we're getting to know each other better, I think it's appropriate to say that my mother asked me about you." You say while drinking the coffee Pedro brought it to you.

"I think it's good to establish something here, if we're going to make this work, maybe it's best if we don't involve our families." Pascal talks while eating one of the pancakes I made. You're not very happy but you understand his reasoning.

"Okay, let's establish a good separation between personal and professional. While we're at it, I think it's pertinent to say that I'm going to spend this weekend with my mother. And I'd like to know where we stand on the loyalty issue." You speak, already arranging the breakfast table, ignoring any reaction from Pedro to what you just said.

"I think it's wise for the two of us not to be seen romantically with anyone. You could have told me before that you were going to visit your mother." He says putting the plate he used in the sink and washing the dishes.

"Now it doesn't make any difference. We've established our limits and I'm going to respect that. Now I think I'm going to get ready to go to my mother. Don't forget to close the door when you leave." You speak giving Pedro a kiss on the cheek and going to your room. You can't help but think that this fake relationship is going to end up screwing you in some way but now it's time to get ready to travel.

tag: @wanniiieeee , @hungrhay and @leilanixx

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

furthering my evil plan mwahahahahahahah 📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚

HERE WE GO!

114 sentences for Ravi:

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“Wait. What?”

“It’s called Hollywood Dream Homes,” Anil continues. “The network’s answer to Selling Sunset and Buying Beverly Hills.” 

“Wow,” Ravi exhales. 

He’s in utter disbelief. Namely because their father hates those kinds of shows. Says they’re embarrassing, unprofessional, you name it. Reality television in general, their parents just don’t get. What do their parents think? They often ask about literally any reality television star across almost every sub genre. He imagines that if Anil has told them about this, they already don’t approve. 

“Yeah, it’s kind of a huge deal,” Anil says. “They’re figuring out who they want to focus on, and it could be me. You know, I could be a main cast member.”

Every show needs a villain.

“Again, wow.” Ravi says. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

Or why being yelled at by literal firefighters didn’t run him out. 

“The producers want a story,” Anil sighs. 

“A story?” Ravi parrots. 

“Like a hook, for me. To make audiences connect.”

Because his personality is so abhorrent they can’t be sure audiences won’t wish for him to be set adrift on a sinking boat? 

“Again, what does this have to do with me?” Ravi asks.

Anil has the nerve to look sheepish as he speaks next. 

“Well, I was thinking… You know, our family went through a lot.”

“We grew up in Beverly Hills.” Ravi frowns.

“But with your cancer,” Anil says. “That was difficult.” 

Ravi blinks. “My cancer?”

“I’m sure you remember having it,” Anil says flatly. 

Ravi wants to defy the natural order of his profession and light his brother on fire.

“Of course I remember having cancer,” he snaps. “I only mean, what the fuck does that have to do with your reality show?”

“That could be the story!” Anil offers, like it makes perfect, easy sense. “How we rallied together as a family to support you. How that early childhood experience has impacted me, shaped who I am.”

Ravi’s jaw drops. 

“You’re kidding, right?” 

Anil furrows his brows. “I’m not.”

“Well, you should be.” Ravi replies coolly. “Because you’re crazy if you think I want that on a show about selling houses to C-List celebrities.”

Anil’s expression falters at this description of his show. But - and probably in the interest of accomplishing his goal - he lets it go. 

“It could be good for you, too.” Anil explains. “Get your face out there. Your name. You could appear in the show.”

Ravi shrugs. “I don’t need that. You’ll have to do it without my blessing or involvement.”

Anil groans. “I can’t.”

“You can’t?” 

“I talked to our parents about it.” Anil explains. “They’ll only agree to talk about it if you do. They say it’s up to you.”

Oh. Well. Isn’t that fucking interesting. Anil needs him. He needs him. He needs the part of Ravi he despises. The part of Ravi he resents. And for once, his parents aren’t giving into his whims. That’s… New. 

Ravi nods, feeling somewhat self-satisfied. “What an inconvenient time to have burnt a bridge.”

“Ravi, come on, man.” Anil tries. “I’ve never asked you for shit. And you know how stubborn they can be. How set in their ways.” 

Ravi scoffs. As if they can share their mutual woes over their parents. Like real brothers might. No fucking way. Ravi may have his issues with his parents. His grievances. His hurt, caused by them believing in Anil and ignoring the harm he does. But his parents are good people. They love him. Nothing they do, they do out of malice. Ravi can’t say the same about his brother.

“The answer is no,” Ravi says again. “And not just because I don’t care whether or not this is successful for you. But also because, even if I did care, the thought of reliving that for someone’s minor shot at celebrity makes me very uncomfortable. If you knew shit about me, you’d know that.”

“So that’s just it, then?” Anil demands. The shocked, pissed-off look in his brother’s eyes is as good as gold. “You’re going to ruin this for me?”

Ravi mock winces. “Guess that’s sort of what I do, right?” 

“Should’ve known better than to think you’d be anything but a jealous, toxic dickhead,” Anil shakes his head. 

And, normally, Ravi might have tried to refute this claim. Now, he just shrugs. What more can Anil do, really? He’s already alienated Ravi from one family. He tried and failed today with a second. Today, Ravi is the one with the upper hand.

[galaxymagitech]

Wait, what did I just write? - Whumptober 2024 Lists/Stats

Okay, so I wrote 31 fics in the past two months. So what did I actually write? I've sorted my fics by main characters and counted/labeled type of whump. Below this, I've also included lists by Bruce Wayne's parenting (because my Whumptober fics have been giving severe whiplash on that) and main relationships explored. This is honestly mostly for my own archival purposes. Plus I just like sorting/categorizing things when I should be sleeping

Main Character:

All Batkids (Ensemble Cast): Voiceless - Emotional, Relationship

Dick Grayson - 9 fics

Bedeviled - Fear

I'm Fine (I'm Bleeding Out) - Physical, Emotional

The Weight of the World - Emotional

Holy Doppelgänger, Batman! - Relationship

Petrify Me - Emotional

A Hollow Heart - Emotional, Grief

Gravedigging Tales - Relationship

Stiches - Emotional, Physical

Nightlight - Emotional, Relationship

Tim Drake - 8 fics

5:30 AM - Fear

A Cry for Help - Relationship, Emotional, Physical

The Family Wing - Emotional

Vestigial - Emotional, Relationship

How to Be a Ghost - Emotional, Relationship

A Ticking Clock (No Compromise) - Physical

Broken Pedestal - Emotional, Relationship

Unprofessional Behavior - Emotional

Jason Todd - 6 fics

Rollercoaster - Relationship, Emotional

Undone - Emotional

Cause of Death - Emotional, Relationship

Trigger Finger - Emotional

Post-Mortem - Physical

If You'd Like - Emotional

Bruce Wayne - 2 fics

Warning, Unheeded - Emotional

Miracle Number Four - Emotional

Damian Wayne - 2 fics

A November Night - Emotional

Stitches - Emotional, Physical

Cassandra Cain - Apocalypse - Emotional Stephanie Brown - Be Your Own Hero - Emotional, Relationship Leslie Thompkins - The Only Way Out - Emotional, Physical Yasmin Khan (Doctor Who)- Sunburn - Emotional, Relationship

Statistics By Type of Whump:

Emotional: 26 (wow, I really like angst)

Relationship: 10

Physical: 7

Fear: 2

Bruce Wayne's Parenting

So, I actually thought I was writing way more Bad Parent Bruce Wayne fics than anything else, but that's clearly not the case. In fact, I did almost twice as many fics where he's a good parent than where he's a bad parent. I think I just feel guilty writing Batman as a bad parent or I have more emotional investment in those fics, so it feels like I wrote more than I actually did.

Bad Parent Bruce Wayne (5 fics)

Rollercoaster

Holy Doppelganger, Batman (bad universe)

Gravedigging Tales

Broken Pedestal

Voiceless

Good Parent Bruce Wayne (9 fics)

Undone

Bedeviled

I'm Fine (I'm Bleeding Out)

A Cry for Help

The Family Wing

Holy Doppelganger, Batman (good universe)

A November Night

If You'd Like

Unprofessional Behavior

Somewhere in the Middle (6 fics)

Warning, Unheeded

Petrify Me

A Hollow Heart

The Only Way Out

Miracle Number Four

Nightlight

Relationships

Okay, this section surprised me too. I expected there to be a lot of Dick & Bruce fics, but... Last year, my go-to was Tim & Jason. This year, I only wrote one Tim & Jason fic (very sad...I need to read more of them and write more as well). This year, I defaulted to writing mainly the Batkids and Bruce. Maybe this is how my homesickness finally manifests? Or it's the result of me living away from home for over a year and thinking back on growing up in a way that spawns story ideas. Anyway:

Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne (11 fics)

Bedeviled

Warning, Unheeded

Holy Doppelganger, Batman

Petrify Me

A Hollow Heart

The Only Way Out

Gravedigging Tales

Broken Pedestal

Voiceless

Miracle Number Four

Nightlight

Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne (5 fics)

A Cry for Help

The Family Wing

Broken Pedestal

Voiceless

Unprofessional Behavior

Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne (5 fics)

Rollercoaster

Trigger Finger

Voiceless

If You'd Like

Miracle Number Four

Tim Drake & Dick Grayson (4 fics)

5:30 AM

A Cry for Help

Gravedigging Tales

Broken Pedestal

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd (3 fics)

Rollercoaster

Undone

Gravedigging Tales

Tim Drake & Jack Drake & Janet Drake (3 fics)

A Cry for Help

Vestigial

How to Be a Ghost

Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne (3 fics)

The Weight of the World

Gravedigging Tales

Stitches

Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne (2 fics)

A November Night

Voiceless

Other Relationships (only one fic): Bruce Wayne & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd & Rose Wilson, Leslie Thompkins & Batfamily, Stephanie Brown & Arthur Brown & Crystal Brown, Yasmin Khan/Thirteenth Doctor, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

[hrryshoney]

i imagine gyno!matty to take place in new york or seattle (greys anatomy reference ofc) so im picturing him calling girlie to be ready by friday night so he can come pick her up. he brings her to a really nice hotel with a giant window that overlooks the whole city. basically it’s just a vacation for both of them to fuck for like 3 days straight (esp against the window.) also she wears her prettiest lingerie (probably bought by him) and and and

YES! was gonna write a little blurb on this but i am so burnt out (and tumblr deleted what i wrote👎🏻) so i will expand :)

ofc the greys reference! i’m biased to NY so let’s say that’s where this is set. he’s def calling girlie all bossy (in a good way) and in charge, not letting her lift a finger and taking care of everything. “Taking you out on Friday for the weekend, I’m taking off from work. Wear something nice and pack cute outfits.” cute outfits code for lingerie and sexy fits for a date night duh. when he picks her up from her apartment he doesn’t tell her where they’re going yet (element of surprise and all that) but when they pull up to the hotel she’s like Wow! all of this for me?? and he’s like ofc anything for my Princess. and then they get to the actual room and her jaw is dropped like?? the view the room itself, it’s an all inclusive experience (he would be extra like this.) and he’s like “Gonna fuck you all weekend, baby. Can scream as loud as you want, no one will bother us.” and she’s like ok get ur clothes off lol! and when he sees her pretty matching set he freaks out, then he sees it’s the one he bought her. “Love to see my girl in the things I spoil her with. Look so fuckin’ good. Do a spin for me.” and ur like yes sir lol being so obedient for him!

also thinking of floor to ceiling windows (w a little balcony maybe), he presses her up against the glass and fucks her. “They can all see you getting fucked like a whore, baby. Bet they’re jealous that they can’t have you, huh? That I’ve ruined everyone else for you.” and he’s relentless, even if she’s getting shy (he loves it more) “What would they think? Nice girl like you being fucked dumb by her doctor.” just know every surface of that room they’re fucking on it, he can’t be tamed!! also could see her teasing him like “aw u left ur big boy doctor job just to fuck me all week lol, highly unprofessional” and he’s like “yea ok babe i’ll show u unprofessional” <3

[literary-motif]

You're So Hysterical

Alex x Reader

You see Alex again after becoming a successful lawyer.

You never thought you would see his face again, but here he was, wide-eyed and speechless as he held his trusted camera in a tight grip, occasionally glancing at his client to at least appear like he cared how they liked their picture taken. 

When your client had beamed at you, requesting a picture to be taken together with you after having successfully represented them in court, you did not bat an eye. They were mildly famous, it was to be expected that they wanted their picture taken after winning a case as relevant to their career as this one. The publicity coming from it would not hurt, you reasoned, even as you were already working overtime due to all the legal proceedings you were involved in. 

Alex had been the last thing on your mind for months. 

He had broken your heart, leaving you behind as if you were nothing but an inconvenience in the end, and your expression remained stoically uncaring as you gazed at the camera you had once known so well, held in the slightly trembling hands of the person you had once loved more than life itself. 

There was no flash. “Uh,” Alex began eloquently, lowering the camera and looking at the two of you nervously. 

“What is it?” your client asked in confusion, running a hand through their hair to make sure no strands were sticking out at odd angles. “Is something the matter, Alex?”

“No, not at all,” he rushed out, glancing at you briefly before lowering his eyes again. Funny, he could not even hold your gaze anymore. “Just— You there” — he moved his hand vaguely in your direction, “A smile for the camera, please?”

If your career as a lawyer had taught you something above all else, it was patience and diplomacy. So, successfully biting back your unprofessional retort, you cleared your throat, keeping your expression as neutral as before. 

Alex would not see you smile again, and he would never take another picture of it. He had forfeited that privilege. 

You saw him hesitate. The flash came a moment later. Your client thanked you for your hard work — shaking your hand with both of theirs, praising your skill as a phenomenal lawyer — and assured you they would turn to you if they ever needed legal advice in the future. They turned to Alex, who was transfixed by the bricks of the sidewalk. 

“Right, listen,” they said, checking their phone, “I have a few things I need to do. Just send me the pictures when you’re done editing them, alright? And pass them back to the states, they’ll want to distribute them” — their phone rang — ”just enjoy London for as long as you can. The flight goes on Thursday, so entertain yourself until then. You’re on vacation. Hello—?”

He nodded, but your client hardly paid him any attention as he walked away, already submerged in a new conversation. 

Alex looked miserable and lost, standing in front of the court with his camera hanging around his neck and his eyes still averted. You could see dark bags adorning them and wondered faintly how much of his tousled hair was that way on purpose. He looked wrecked and exhausted, the polar opposite of your pristine and kempt appearance.

“So,” he began shakily, finally daring to look you in the eyes, “How have you been? I see you are a quite successful lawyer now. Congratulations. I’m happy for you.”

The burning anger boiling inside you at his words nearly made you snarl, and it was only through sheer force of your iron will that you kept your expression entirely neutral. “Pardon?” you asked, raising your eyebrow unimpressed, “Is there anything I can do for you? I don’t mean to be rude but” — you checked your watch — “I am rather busy.”

His small smile dropped immediately. Hurt and heartbreak were visible in his eyes only an instant before annoyance replaced them. “Oh, wow,” he said disdainfully, his mouth twisting into a snarl, “That’s how it is between us now, I see. Well, I don’t mean to take up any of your oh-so-precious time, oh grand advocate! Do you sign your emails with ‘Esq.’, too? You’re so pretentious!”

You blinked at him. “Excuse me?” you said, unable to suppress an incredulous laugh, “Who the hell do you think you are, Alex? This is— honestly, I don’t know what I expected from you. What makes you think I want to make conversation with you after you threw me out of your life like a piece of trash? I mean, ‘you there’? Are you serious? What, are you afraid to say my name? Do you not want your famous clients to know we were acquainted?” You scoffed, shaking your head. 

When had the two of you turned into this? It felt like there were so many things left unsaid, so much hurt you never addressed, so many issues you never got the chance to work through because he called it quits. It was no wonder you blew up in each other’s faces when there was still so much left unsaid and neither one of you knew how to say it. 

That was the past, however. That was before he left. Now, there was no reason to dig it up and try your hand at reconciliation, especially since both of you were still wounded by what had happened. You had moved on without him. He had done the same.

“Well, it does not matter,” you said, fixing your collar and looking at the sky turning dark, “I have nothing to say to you. Have a pleasant evening and a safe flight back to the States.” Giving him a last polite nod, you began to walk towards your office at the law firm you were part of. It was only about five minutes away from the court.

The sharp intake of breath behind you hardly registered before Alex's hand was on your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Please, don’t go,” he said hastily, his voice so small it genuinely gave you pause. He looked at you with pleading wet eyes, his mouth slightly agape as if he was searching for words that would not come to him. “Please,” he said again, desperation making his voice break.

“Alex?” you asked, frowning in confusion. You took his hands in your own and found them still trembling. Worry began stirring in your chest, and your heart started aching as you saw the first tears spill from Alex's eyes. “Hey, what’s going on?”

He ducked his head again, biting his lip to keep from sobbing. “I—” he choked, “I— God, I can’t— Please, don’t leave me alone. I miss you terribly, it feels like a part of myself is just gone and I don’t— I can’t, anymore—” 

You dropped your briefcase, pulling him into a tight embrace. Alex buried his head into your shoulder, taking shaky breaths and staining your jacket with tears. He was trembling in your arms. “Where are you staying?” you asked, squeezing him tighter.

“Mayfair,” he rasped.

“Alright,” you answered, treading your fingers through his hair to make him look at you, “That’s on the other end of town. My place is closer. Come on.”

Part II

[bengiyo]

Cooking Crush Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Prem and Dynamite deepened their relationships with their boyfriends but neglected their relationship with Samsi. We learned that Dynamite is not on speaking terms with his dad ever since he came out, and won't force Fire to come out because he knows firsthand how poorly that can go. Samsi wasn't thrilled about being kept in the dark and broke up with his friends, leaving their group chat for the competition.

Interesting. I was wondering if we'd see Samsi coming back in the clutch, but instead we get Ten.

Episode 10: The Trio of Friends: Like Three Essential Elements in the Trio Paste

Dynamite has Fire whipped. You can see Fire's dynamic with his mom kicking in.

I like the way Ten is helping them process this, knowing that there aren't any immediate fixes to this.

Thank you, Metha. Let's get to the emotional core of what Samsi is feeling. He's worried about being left alone. I'm so happy they're giving Dome real work in this role.

They left a note!!

I love Metha, and I also love that he won't back down on pushing his friends to be open and honest with their boyfriends.

Wow, Ten listened and already kept them in the game.

COME THROUGH, TEN. Fuck those bullies up!

I'm loving that Fire is here to support Dynamite and is giving him the charge he needs.

Oh, I really liked the way they hugged.

Let's talk about how good these glasses work on Ten with this outfit and this determination. I'm here for it.

Okay, this shirt changing scene is so sensual and tender. It's what I deserve. Years of Off characters struggling with Gun's characters. This is everything I've ever wanted from them.

I love this resolution. I like that Ten gets to stand up for them, but they still have to compete on their own merits as a duo.

How these two failing to manage moving around each other.

🎶 AND THEN A HERO COMES ALONG 🎶 I got actual tingles.

Metha is here, too! I hope he brought Samsee.

The narrative of this dish is so satisfying. I cried.

This white man is amusing the shit out of me.

I love Ten stepping away to let the friend have their moment.

I think it's time we cut Changma in the face.

Changma is so unprofessional. I despise this man.

Fyyyy!! Myyyyy!! They are now yelling their pet names in public.

I'm so proud of Fire. I don't mind him pretending to gate coming out behind the competition. He's ready.

Metha is a real one, and I hope he and Samsee become a thing.

Dammit, Prem! Don't run away from a confession!!

Goddamn. Prem gets discouraged so easily.

Not this mofo again! I'm sick of him!

He hit Prem with that James T. Kirk double shoulder grab.

FUCK YEAH, TEN! THAT MOFO DESERVED TO GET DECKED!

Yes, Ten! Make him say it! Make him shout it! We had enough of that shit with Saengtai already!

Oh hell yeah all our threads converge next week!

This show is so fucking good holy shit. Samsee had completely normal fears about being left behind and not being enough for his friends, but he came through for them. Fire and Ten were here to support their boyfriends. I love Ten making Prem say it, because it's important to make things clear. I love this show so much and am so happy for OffGun. Dome got to do real work, and they're letting Aungpao play a nuanced character too. We are eating good (pun intended).

[thdramas2]

"Omg you're soo unprofessional! Why are you blocking people? Its meant to be a business!!"

its a little hobby actually, its why everything is priced cheap as hell. I can live without my hobby perfectly fine but you want me to be professional? Fine then i will act like a business

Prices raised to be competitive

No extensions for payment plans.i will either receive payment from you within the original agreed deadline or from whoever asks for it next.

If you cant pay upfront or by the deadline of the payment plan you can't get it, I'll refund whatever you've given me and sell it to the next person.

I will not make small talk, ill talk solely about the the things for sale and i will ignore everything else.

I will use a copy/paste message for any questions that have already been asked or a link to my faq. I will keep redirecting you to the faq if your question is in the faq.

No refunds once you receive the product, digital goods cannot arrive broken like a physical object. Not my fault if you lost interest or change your mind

No willingness to adjust or make changes. You DM'd me so you play by my rules and my prices. So bartering and trades are off the table

No shits given about political views or how people act, I'll accept money from anyone. Money = good.

Suddenly people don't want me acting like a business, wow who would have guessed? Businesses don't have morals, the only rules are "keep business going, make money, avoid legal issues" maybe try to appreciate the fact i have my own moral code besides just wanting money instead of complaining that i am blocking people I cannot feel comfortable conducting business with!

The only people i refuse to engage with are those who harass others and send death threats and doxx, i dont care why you're doing it. i cannot in good conscience interact with people who are proud of being vicious and hostile to anyone or surround themselves with those people (not just following but actively praising them, i won't block over a follow or some stupid bs like that)

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[countycashew54]

The Moments We Missed

A/N: Second ever fic, please lemme know if you love it or if you absolutely hate it! All feed back is good feedback! This is essentially another "cast watch the show" fic because there aren't enough in the hellaverse! Focus is on Stolitz, but will shift to others depending on the episode! If you guys like it I will get to work on the next chapter ASAP! Enjoy!

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The last thing Blitz remembered was falling asleep on his couch with a bottle of beelzejuice and imphub to keep him company. Waking up to a room full of everyone he’s ever met, plus a royal chicken wasn’t what he expected to say the least. 

“Blitzy! Oh darling, are you alright?” Stolas and Octavia were kneeling next to him with the rest of IMP alongside them.

“Ugh yeah I’m fine Stolas. Now where in satan’s taint am I and why the fuck am I here with them?” He gathered his surroundings as Stolas lifted him off the ground and into his arms, gesturing to Verosika and Fizzarolli.

“As if I would choose to be near you, Blitzoo. None of us know how we got here, we were starting to think you were up to something considering how long it took you to pull your limp dick self off the pavement,” Verosika was sneering at him, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus behind her. 

“Oh Yeah! Yeah, that makes perfect sense! I would definitely drug myself and all of you just to lock us into,,, wait what the fuck is this? A fucking theatre? ‘Someone making us watch their kinky home movies? I’m not saying no..”

“Well it wouldn’t be so far off for you to meddle and fuck with other people’s lives, now would it BlitzO?” Fizzarolli was chiming in now, glaring into Blitz’s face. 

“The O is SILENT DICK-”

“Enough! B, we ain’t got a clue where we are or what happened, but this won’t help. Hate each other all you want once we get outta here yeah?” Millie and Moxxie had stepped in between the group. Loona and Octavia standing off beside Blitz and Stolas, who had slowly started to tighten his hold onto the imp. 

“I agree,” Stolas spoke up, “Sire, you’ve previously attempted to force your way through the walls without any give, but could we possibly portal through? My magic is dampened here, I can feel it.”

“Mine is too, but let me try Birdy” Ozzie held out a hand for a moment, when nothing happened he began to hold out a second, slowly pulling them apart to create- sparkles?

…

“Wow that was anticlimactic as fuck” 

“Shut it Mutt, at least he’s trying to help! Unlike some of you!” 

“DON’T TALK TO MY DAUGHTER LIKE THAT YOU ROYAL JESTER CUN-”

CLICK

Their yelling was cut off and the little lighting they had in the room disappeared, and the wall with a screen came to life. They all turned.

Text appeared on screen, Moxxie reading it outloud:

“SIT. YOU’VE BEEN GATHERED TO WATCH THE FUTURE LIVES OF TWO INDIVIDUALS. THE ACTIONS TAKEN AFTER WATCHING THESE KEY MOMENTS IN THEIR FUTURES WILL CHANGE THE ENTIRETY OF HELL AS WE KNOW IT- wait who is running this? And how do we know the clips following are true? And if they are true how did they get them in the first pl-”

“Moxxie shut the fuck up.”

“Sir-”

“Blitzy I think it would be best if you get your little imp friends and your hellhound to have a seat, in fact all of us should at least see what these videos have to offer. Especially considering we have no way to escape through the use of King Asmodeus’ and my own powers”

“Fine, guys, let's get this over with. We have too many clients to keep standing here doing dick. I wonder who’s so important to Hell’s future they gotta grab us outta our fucking lives for it.”

The groups all took their seats, watching as the screen changed to a new set of text, “I’M GLAD YOU ASKED. THE STARS OF THIS FEATURE HAPPEN TO BE IN THIS ROOM.”

“Wait WHAT? Who’s lives are we watching? This is an invasion of privacy and completely unprofessional to be doing with our boss, much less a king and prince of hell-”

“Moxx stop kissing ass I wanna see what’s so important”

“Come on hun it’ll be alright, besides who says it involves us specifically huh? Let’s just see”

Verosika leaned over, “You need to get a hold of yourselves, if it’s gonna be about anyone it’s gonna be someone that can change major shit in hell. Probably Asmodeus and Princey here.”

A change on screen, “CLOSE GUESS VEROSIKA, SORRY TO DISAPPOINT THE KING OF LUST, BUT YOU ARE NOT OUR FOCUS.” Another shift, “STOLAS OF THE ARS GOETIA, PAY ATTENTION AND LEARN FROM YOUR FUTURE MISTAKES.”

“Oh shit feathers what’d you do?” Blitz and the rest of the room was looking to him now, 

“I-I-I have no-o clue! I would never do anything to harm hell! I’m a prince!” Stolas’s breathing was picking up, his thoughts were racing, he was hyperventilating.

Stolas didn’t know what to do, but the next thing he knew there was a tightening on his hand and around his leg. When he looked down Blitz had wrapped his tail around his thigh and was holding his hand in both of his, yelling at him to breathe, to snap out of it. Octavia was holding his other hand telling him it’ll be okay. As he looked into her eyes he reminded himself that he is the parent, he’s supposed to remain sane for her, be calm for her.

As he calmed himself he reminded everyone, “I don’t know what they’re speaking of, but I know that the only way we find out is to watch. If it holds any truth I will learn from the future and fix my mistakes.” He squeezed Blitz’s hand and gave him a small smile, which was returned briefly before the imp looked away and lessened his hold on him. Via slowly let go as well, nervously plucking at her headfeathers.

“RELAX STOLAS, YOU WON’T BE GOING THROUGH THIS ALONE, AND WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HARMING HELL? BLITZ BUCKZO, PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE FUTURE AHEAD, AND REMEMBER TO CHANGE IT.”

“Aw fuck me! What did I do- Shit what can I do? I’m just an imp! I couldn’t fuck up Hell!”

Fizz and Verosika were thrilled with the news, the clown cackling, “AHA if an imp could it would be you wouldn’t it BLITZO!” 

“FOR THE LAST TIME THE O-”

“YOU SHALL FIRST WITNESS SOME EVENTS THAT HAVE ALREADY TAKEN PLACE, YOU WILL THEN SEE WHAT UNFOLDS FROM THERE. LET’S BEGIN!”

With that, the text disappeared and a female voice took over.

-TO BE CONTINUED-