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beah388love · 6 months ago

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Two in one…

Full Masterlist Lando Norris Masterlist

Pairing: lando norris x fem!pregnant!reader

Summary: You and lando find out your pregnant with….twins!

Warnings: pregnancy, twins, swearing, bad language, fainting, heatstroke!!! (Please tell me if I missed anything?!!!)

You woke up to lando’s hand in your hair, playing with it and without you knowing he accidentally made some knots but he tried his hardest to undo them as best he could. “Good mornin’ baby” he said softly giving you a kiss on the temple, he still had his morning voice that made your heart flutter “Morning” you mumbled into your pillow and you made an annoyed noise when he stopped playing with your hair making him laugh “s’ not funny” you huffed into the pillow and he couldn’t help but laugh as he ran his fingers back into your hair, playing with it softly “I’m sorry for laughing beautiful” Lando said jokingly making you giggle into your pillow.

“C’mon baby we have to get up” lando sighed as he leaned over on top of you and gave you a kiss on the nose “fineeeeeee” you huffed as you got up with him.

You was in the middle of getting dressed, only having your bottoms on and no Bra, lando smirked when he saw you and quietly walked behind you wrapping his arms around you making you jump “lando! Don’t do that! You could’ve given me a heart attack!” You laughed making him grin, he cheekily sneaked his hands up to your boobs and held them in each of his hands, squeezing them until he heard you yelp and wince making him instantly remove his hands “baby? You okay? Did I hurt you? Did I squeeze them too hard?” He asked you worried and the last question made you laugh a little “no baby you didn’t squeeze them too hard they’ve just been really sensitive lately..it’s probably because my periods due” you said with a huff at the end of your sentence, “want me to massage em?” Lando smirked wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you into him making you squeal a laugh “Lando Norris!” You giggled playfully slapping his hands away as you began to get dressed again clipping your bra lando gasped “don’t put that on. my boobs have gotta breathe” you laughed and rolled your eyes “they are not your boobs, and they can breathe just fine” you said not being able to hold back your smile as you pulled your top over your head.

Lando grabbed the bread and put it into the toaster as you walked by him “want the usual?” Lando asked you expecting your usual answer you always gave “Duh! I want my jam toast!” But he was taken back when you said “mhm…can I have just butter please?” You asked and he looked at you waiting to see if you was joking but you didn’t laugh or crack a cheeky smile, “uh yeah of course baby…” Lando said furrowing his brows as he placed the bread into the toaster after taking the other two pieces out, that’s weird he thought.

“Okay I’ll see you later baby” Lando said as he planted a soft kiss on your head making you smile “alright I love you” you said and he had a massive grin he couldn’t contain “I love you too” he said back giving you another kiss on the lips after a minute or two you smiled into the kiss “lan baby you’ve gotta go” you said and he groaned “I know..okay I’m going! I love you!” He smiled and you giggled “okay! I love you too” you said back with a smile.

When the door shut you sighed out a breath and thought about how to make the time pass, and you decided on watching tv and eating snacks all day would do the job.

You was halfway into the film and felt a wave of nausea hit you and you shut your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, you threw up into the toilet and tried to hold your hair back as best you could, “that serves me right for eating three packs of crisps and two chocolate bars….” You muttered to yourself as you cleaned your face and grabbed a water to get rid of the awful and disgusting after taste in your mouth.

“Babe! I’m back!” Lando said loudly as he threw his shoes off and ran to the living room where he heard the tv playing, assuming you were there and he was correct, “baby I wa-“ he cut himself off when he saw you passed out on the sofa making him smile, he sat down next to you and cuddle up to you for awhile, *It’s 2 o’clock, she never has naps at this time* that’s also weird he thought to himself

After a while lando got up and made some lunch for the both of you, he made your favourite and he had the same but with things you didn’t like since you were quite picky… “perfect.” Lando smiled as he looked down at his two amazing dishes he created, “now I’ve just got to wake up my lovely demon of a girlfriend.” He said to himself as he walked with the two plates setting them down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

“Baby? Babe? Babyyyy? Babeeeeee?” Lando said louder each time as he shook and poked you and kissed you trying to make you wake up, but after a couple minutes he couldn’t help it “BABE” he shouted and you jumped up, panicked “what?! What happened?!” You asked him worried and he bit back a laugh “nothing, I made you lunch” he grinned annoying you so you playfully hit him on the chest making him laugh, “what is it?” You asked as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Your favourite…” he smirked as he looked at you waiting for you to gasp excitedly like always and do your little wiggle of excitement but you didn’t.

“Oh thank you baby” you smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek “you okay?” Lando asked you and you nodded, except you wasn’t. You literally couldn’t think of anything worse then y/f/lunch. Just looking at it made you want to gag.

“I’m okay I’m just not that hungry…” you said as you laid back down but instead of snuggling into your blanket you snuggled into his side making him smile, but his worries didn’t go, “you sure your okay? You never say no to y/f/lunch?” He asked you again and you hummed into his side “m’fine” you said into his hoodie so it was a little slurred but he heard you and he pretended to shrug it off but he didn’t.

He found it very very weird.

Not that long later you woke up realising you and lando must’ve fell asleep on the sofa after lunch, and you was starving. And your feet hurt so bad they felt swollen.

“Lan? Lando? Baby?” You said poking him on the arm and he groaned into his pillow “mh? What?” He asked “can we go to the shop?” You asked and he looked at you confused “babe it’s nine o’clock?” He said confused and tired as he looked at his watch, “I know but I’m hungry…” you said looking down at your hands “we have food, want me to make you something baby?” He asked you but you shook your head “I want…I want ice cream..mint chocolate” you said and he was so confused he thought he was dreaming “can’t we get some tomorrow?” He asked you and you shook your head “no I want it now, it’s the only thing I want please. Please?” You said and he couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

“Alright fine, c’mon let’s go” Lando said as he grabbed his car keys and your fluffy slippers.

“Baby are you sure you’re okay?” Lando asked you, his hand on your thigh as he drove you to the closest ice cream shop that was open at this time of night.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You said as you played with one of his fingers to occupy your boredom. Lando finally decided to shrug it off and just focused on getting you your ice cream.

“Thank you” Lando said as he took the ice creams off the worker, you got your mint chocolate chip and lando got the same as you, “here you go baby” Lando said as he handed you your ice cream, making sure it doesn’t fall or drip onto you.

You didn’t know what was wrong with you but when lando held his in his hand as he drove it just looked so good and so yummy- “baby…” you said and he looked over at you briefly trying to make sure he doesn’t crash “yeah?” He said “can we swap?” You asked and he looked at you for a moment before nodding and handing you his ice cream, taking yours into his hand “better?” He asked you with a grin as he watched you nod happily.

“I’m sorry for making you get up late to get me ice cream…thank you” you said and he smiled “your worth it baby, id do it whenever you want.” He smiled as he placed his hand back onto your thigh after he finished his ice cream.

The next day you realised you missed your period by a week and instead of it being in a week you were actually a week late. And your immediate thought was, am I pregnant?

So you did the first thing that came to mind, you waited until lando left to go to another interview and went to the shop to buy a pregnancy test. Before lando left though you sneakily stole some money to pay for the more expensive tests so it would be accurate. Just to be sure.

-meanwhile-

After the interview ended lando and Oscar grabbed some food and lando couldn’t help but ask oscar for advice.

“I don’t know..she’s just been acting so strange?” Lando said to Oscar, “what do you mean?”

“I don’t know…for starters she won’t eat her favourite foods and that has never happened before. And she made me buy ice cream at like nine o’clock last night randomly…she’s been sleeping a lot and she’s just been so strange? I don’t know maybe-“ Lando rambled on but Oscar couldn’t hide his grin.

“What?” Lando asked

“Mh?” Oscar said still trying to bite back his grin.

“Why are you smiling?” Lando asked confused

“Nothing.” Oscar said and walked away quickly before lando could stop him.

You stood over the sink above the test waiting and waiting. You counted the minutes in your head and turned the test over and it showed “3-4 weeks along” you didn’t even gasp, your jaw just dropped. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest and leave you.

“Oh my fucking god. Ah!!! I’m pregnant!!! I’m pregnant!! Oh my god!!” You said to yourself in a loud whisper.

“How do I tell lan…”

A couple days go by and you kept the test and hid it behind your old clothes in a box.

You wanted to be with him alone and surprise him, you knew he would be over the moon he always tells you how much he loves you and wants to have a family with you.

“Okay calm down. Calm down. Calm down.” You repeated to yourself.

You picked the perfect day, lando had gone out for the day to play golf. Whilst you grabbed a bag you bought and placed the pregnancy test inside in a smaller box and a note. You wrote inside: My one and only baby but not for long…

-meanwhile-

“She’s been acting so weird still…I’m scared she’s cheating on me.” Lando admitted to Oscar and he was taken back.

“What?!” Oscar said and lando sighed

“I don’t know..I just- she’s been so quiet and distant and I don’t know what to do..what if- oh I don’t know osc.” Lando huffed as he played with his golf club trying to distract himself.

When you heard the front door open and shut you nearly threw up.

“Hey baby…” Lando said as he took his shoes off,

“Hey baby..” you said trying to calm your breathing.

“I uh- I have something for you.” You said as you lead him Into the kitchen, grabbing his hand gently but firm. Lando looked at you confused but followed you.

You stood behind the bag on the counter and lando looked at it suspiciously.

“What is it?” He asked smiling hesitantly, “Open it!” You said eagerly and he grinned “open the note first!” You said and he nodded as he took the note out and read it “ My one and only baby but not for long…” Lando read, what the fuck?! He was right. You was breaking up with him. Even after he gave you a promise ring.

Lando looked at you so confused. And quickly opened the box and was met with a pregnancy test. Positive.

“Wait- wait?! Your- you’re pregnant?!” Lando asked you staring at you as deep as anyone has ever done and you nodded biting on your lip anxiously.

Lando sprinted over to you and wrapped you in the tightest hug ever literally. You could hear his whimpers and his tears falling onto your shoulder, “I love you so so so much- I- I love you so much” Lando said into your neck as he hugged you for ages and you didn��t mind one bit.

“I love you too lan.” You smiled “I- t-thought you was cheating on me” lando said and you physically paused. “What?!” You said and he laughed “it’s nothing I’m just a fucking idiot baby…I can’t believe you’re pregnant oh my god I love you so much- we’re going to be parents.” Lando said with the biggest smile he’s ever had, he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist and he carried you to the sofa and you laid there cuddling for the entire rest of the day.

“We can’t tell anyone until at least 14 weeks.” You said and he nodded.

“I can’t believe it, I’m so fucking happy- I love you y’know that” lando said for the umpteenth time making you giggle “I know lan I love you too” you smiled.

“This explains all your mood swings recently and your ice cream cravings” Lando said and you nodded “and my swollen feet” you groaned as you rested your head on landos chest.

Your first ultrasound was today and you couldn’t contain your excitement or anxiety, neither could lando. He was holding your hand the entire day, and fidgeting with your finger/his shirt/his hands/his trousers/ his shoelaces literally anything and when you went in and they put the cold gel onto your stomach, and you saw the screen you both fell in love.

Until…The lady smiled and said “oh my gosh I can’t believe this. This is my first.” She smiled and you smiled too “really? Were your first couple?” You asked and she looked at you confused “oh no I mean this is my first time doing an ultrasound for twins!” She exclaimed and you and lando both looked at each other instantly.

“What?” You both said at the same time.

“You’re having twins..did you not know?” She asked and you shook your head. “No?! Oh my god lan we’re having twins” you said looking at him and he looked like his jaw was still open.

“We’re having twins? Two babies?” He repeated and you nodded smiling and that’s when he kissed your head and hugged you as tight as he could “oh my god we’re having twins-“ he said and you nodded making the lady laugh.

Lando had been so over protective for the next couple months, you guys were trying your absolute hardest to keep your pregnancy a secret until 18 weeks, hitting landos hands off when they trailed onto your forming bump.

Or when you would have to try and hide the fact you was peeing nearly the whole day. “Where’s y/n gone? The bathroom? Again?” Max asked and lando widened his eyes and shrugged “oh no- she just needed to uh- fix her makeup” Lando said and max nodded confused, *her makeup looked fine?* max thought to himself but decided to not think too much about it.

You and lando were sat on the sofa cuddling, “okay are you ready?” You asked and he nodded excitedly, but when you didn’t hit post he was confused “are you?” He asked and you paused.

“I don’t know…I’m scared” you said and he was confused “why?” He asked but you didn’t know why.

“Do you think the post is good? What if people aren’t happy? What if I gain loads and loads of weight? What if people think I’m a bad mum-“ you was cut off by lando kissing you deeply on the mouth.

“Calm down baby, I promise you people are going to be happy…we don’t have to care about what people think anyway though, as long as we are happy I don’t care about anything else…okay?” Lando said as he looked down at you and you nodded smiling.

“Okay.” You breathed before looking down at your phone and pressing post.

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ynusername: Two baby Norris’s due in November 🧡💛

User1: OMG AGHHHHHH CONGRATULATIONS YOU TWO

User 2: Congratulations you guys xx

Used 3: Those babies are gonna be loveeddddd

User 4: OMG TWINS?!?! IS THIS FR?!?!

User2: The d must be good.

ynusername:I can confirm.

User11: LMAO

user12: omg STOPP

User13: I knew we could rely on her for the confirmation.

User 5: Wait is this real? Can someone check?

User 4: It’s true!

User 5: omg congratulations you two! Your gonna be great parents

User10: congratulations!

User10: I just reread the caption- TWINS?!

McLaren: congratulations you two! We can’t wait to have not one but two of your little ones running around the paddock

User 6: These babies are already famous and their not even out of the womb yet lmao-

User 7: literally like give em a break they are already asking them names lol

oscarpiatri: I knew it.

landonorris: what r you talking about you already knew?

oscarpiatri: I knew months ago mate.

landonorris: @ynusername DID U TELL HIM?!

Ynusername: no did u?

landonorris: no that’s why I asked u? wait a minute….

lilyzneimer: oh my god you guys congratulations! I can’t wait to get cuddles - Oscar also said he can’t wait lol - p.s I messaged u

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User8: I can’t wait for the pics

User9: same her pics are always so aesthetic.

“How did you know?” Lando asked Oscar as he caught up with him, Oscar laughed making lando roll his eyes.

“No seriously how did you know?” Lando asked putting a hand to Oscar’s chest eager to find the answer.

“Remember a couple weeks ago you was telling me y/n was distant, had cravings? Mood swings? swollen feet? Was tired? And you thought she was cheating” Oscar said hinting to lando but lando was clueless “what am I missing something?” Lando said and Oscar couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidness.

“That’s literally like all the early symptoms of pregnancy lando.” Oscar said and lando was quiet “really?” Lando asked and Oscar nodded.

“Yes. Really.”

“Well at least she wasn’t cheating on me” lando laughed and Oscar rolled his eyes playfully not being able to contain his laugh at landos stupidness.

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ynusername: Me and Lando getting some ‘parenting experience’ after looking after my adorable nephew!

User 1: omg they are going to be the best parents everrrrrr

User 2: Ikr like I acc can’t believe their having twinss

User 3: wait they’re having twins?!

User 2: YES omg did u not know?!

User 3: UH NO?! Omg im so happy for them!!!!! AGHHH!!!

oscarpiatri: Your gonna be such a good mum y/n!

ynusername: aw thank u osc

landonorris: what abt me?!

oscarpiatri: what abt you?

landonorris: rude.

mclaren: good luck looking after three kids y/n!

ynusername: thanks I’ll need it…

landonorris: how dare u. I am not a child.

Maxverstappen1: yes u are.

Carlossaintz: yes u are.

Oscarpiatri: yes u are

Lewishamiton: yes u are

User 4: why isn’t y/n wearing her promise ring?!!!!

User 5: OMG! I didn’t even notice! I swear to god if they break up-

User 6: you guys jump to conclusions so quick she literally said that her fingers are too swollen to wear it.

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User 5: oh yeah that would make sense

You sat in the garage and covered your ears when they pressed something that made the loudest and most awful screech you’d ever heard. You jumped and hissed at the pain in your ears.

One of the men looked over to you worried “you okay?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. You looked around for your water bottle but realised you left it in the car and lando had the keys.

You was now around 24 weeks along with your pregnancy and you was already huge. Your bump was pulling your shirt up a little showing your belly a smidge, your back aches like hell and you now had the ‘pregnancy walk’ which lando absolutely loved but you did not. He’d watch you walk to grab something and giggle to himself making you look over and glare at him “it’s not funny lan! I can’t even bend down!” You complained and he pouted feeling bad for you. “I’m sorry….you just look so cute and pretty and beautiful and-“ he cut himself off as he walked over to you and gave you a kiss making you grin.

“Landoooooo”

“Whaaaatttttttt” he said imitating your voice.

“Can I have another ice lolly?” You asked looking up at him with a cheeky grin and he smirked “another one?! You’re gonna turn into an ice cube!” He half joked as he went to go grab you another.

You walked to the paddock and sat down leaning on the wall too tired to stand. “Y/n?” Oscar said confused “you alright?” He asked and you nodded trying to stand up but obviously struggling.

“Here let me help yo-“ Oscar walked over to you but you stopped him “no I can do it myself.” You huffed no meaning to be mean which he knew, he knew you were just stubborn.

But you didn’t succeed and in the end took his hand reluctantly “landos been looking for you, he’s been bugging me for ten minutes straight ‘where’s y/n?’ ‘Is she okay?’ “ Oscar imitated him making you laugh.

Oscar took you to lando and he visibly brightened “baby” he smiled as he jogged over to you instinctively resting his hand on your bump.

“Thanks osc.” You smiled and he nodded with a smile before walking away “oh uh- are you guys up for tomorrow?” Oscar asked before leaving and you both nodded.

Oscar and Lily asked if you wanted to have a mini golf night for some random fun and you agreed but things didn’t go straight to plan…

“They’ve been kicking me left right and centre.” You sighed with a tired smile “give your mum a rest boys.” Lando said to your bump with a grin.

You smiled at him wiping the sweat from your forehead, “you okay?” He asked you and you nodded. “You sure it’s really hot today?” Lando said looking at you worriedly but you assured him you was completely fine.

“Okay then…I’ve gotta go back out there so I’ll see you in a bit yeah?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. “Okay baby, good luck I love you!” You said as he held you hand tightly not wanting to leave you.

“I love you too all three of you.” He smiled and kissed you and your bump afterwards before walking away sending glances at you whilst doing so making you giggle.

You waddled over to Lily and stood next to her “y/n! There you are! I’ve been wanting to talk to you” she smiled and you smiled back as she carried on talking about a movie that was coming out soon that she wanted to watch with you.

You tried to listen to her but you couldn’t..every time you tried to focus on her words it sounded slurred.

Your mouth was dry and it hurt to talk and you was so hot and sweaty. “Uh Lily I don’t feel good…” you said your voice raspy. Lily looked at you worriedly “y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay?!” She asked in a panic as your blinks became slower.

“Y/n?!” She said terrified when you fainted and hit the ground.

“Fuck! somebody help! Oh my god!” She screamed for someone as she threw her drink on the floor to try to help you.

Lando felt a tinge of anxiety in his heart and he didn’t know why, it wasn’t normal. Something was wrong.

“Will is everything okay?” Lando said and will assured him all the levels and everything was alright.

Lando didn’t want to ask but he did. “Is y/n okay? Can you make sure she drinks some water.” Lando said quickly and will huffed.

“Lando she’s fine just focus-“

“Will. Ask her to drink some water please” lando cut him off and will sighed “okay I will lando.” He said before calling to get someone to bring you to him.

“Uh- will y/n is with the medics.”

“What?!” Will said to the boy “she fainted and is currently getting checked by the doctors” he explained and will swore to himself.

“Alright lando- I uh- I was just informed that- uh-“ lando grew worried he could hear it in wills voice that something wasn’t right.

“Will tell me what’s wrong!” Lando said panicked and will tried to calm him down but lando snapped “tell me” lando said as he put his foot on the pedal and overtook Hamilton.

“I was just informed that y/n fainted” will said and lando went quiet.

“Lando?”

“Land-“

“Is she okay?” Lando asked worried and will took in a breath.

“Can you find out if y/n is okay and give me updates immediately” will said and the boy nodded before leaving to go talk to the doctors.

Lando couldn’t help but think about what could’ve happened. He didn’t know anything and he couldn’t because he’s currently going 200mph in a formula 1 car and trying to get p1 and some many thoughts raced through his head and he panicked. Will you be okay? What could be wrong with you? What made you faint?

“Fuck she got heatstroke.” Lando said when the realisation hit him.

Wills brows knotted “lando what are you talking about?”

“She’s got heatstroke.” Lando repeated as he turned on a corner.

“Lando we need to focus on the race okay? I can assure you-“ will was cut off by the boy running bad in “she’s okay! Y/ns okay” he said out of breath and will sighed in relief.

“She’s okay lando! Y/n is okay I just got confirmation, She’s perfectly fine.” Will said and lando felt his whole body relax.

“Thank fuck.” Lando muttered to himself.

“Alright lando now we need to focus”

You woke up in the medic room and a worried Lily above you holding your hand so tight you thought it was going to fall off

“Lily? What happened?” You groaned as you felt your headache.

“You fainted! The doctors said you had heatstroke and that’s why you fainted- here have my water! They told me you need to drink! Oh and-“ lily handed you her drink worriedly and you smiled taking it from her and downing it.

“Are the babies okay?!” You asked panicked and she nodded holding your hand “yes they are completely fine! They said that luckily it’s not too bad to affect them just you.” She said and you nodded in relief.

“I feel so hot.” You said wiping the sweat off your forehead again.

“Yeah they said you would..they gave me these ice packs for you though!” She said as she grabbed them from her bag and you took them placing one on your head and one on your chest.

“You okay?” She asked and you nodded with a smile as you sighed in relief. The cold ice packs calming your burning skin you could’ve sworn you heard the ice pack sizzle when it touched you.

“Does lando know?” You asked and she nodded tucking her lip in awkwardly. You both knew lando would be worried. He’s very overprotective.

And you knew lando. You knew he would blame himself.

“He’s gonna be so worried…” you said and she nodded also being scared of how he was going to be after the race finished.

You stood up and Lily scrunched her face confused “what on Earth are you doing?!” She asked and you huffed as you shuffled off of the bed.

“I’m watching my boyfriend race.” You said demandingly “y/n you need to rest!” She said and you nodded.

“I will. Whilst I watch him race. I know my body Lily I’ll be okay for a couple minutes” You reassured her and stood up with a huff before walking to the closest big screen tv that played the race and you quickly laid down on a red sofa that was directly across the tv screen.

“C’mon lando! You can do it! He’s three seconds behind you! Jus-“ will spoke to lando through the radio and lando focused hard not thinking about the race he was thinking about you.

The quicker he wins the quicker he gets to you.

He hit the pedal and drove as fast as he could at the best pace he could and hit his head back in relief when he went past the finish line.

“You did it lando! You won! You did it P1!” Will cheered but lando didn’t smile, he didn’t cheer.

He drove quickly to the garage and got out of the car before doing checks, he ran past media, ran past will, ran past his teammates and ran straight to the medic room.

“Where is she?!” Lando shouted in panic and the doctor knew what was happening “calm dow-“

“I am calm! Just tell me where she is?!” He said and the doctor nodded “she’s watching the tv in the hallway” the doctor said and lando ran as fast as he could to the hallway to be met with you lying on the red sofa with an ice pack on your head cheering with Lily when you saw he had won.

Lando didn’t even say anything he sprinted to you and wrapped his arms around you burying his head into your neck.

“Your okay. Your okay” lando mumbled out of breath,sweaty, his face indented with the lines from his helmet.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! I’m okay baby! I’m okay” you repeated to him hugging him tightly as he broke down in your arms.

Lily had gone over to Oscar to give you some space and to cheer with him for also getting P3

“Sh Sh…im okay lan…Baby im okay…the boys are okay…we’re all okay…” you comforted him as he cried in your arms.

“I- I thought- you- fuck. I-“ he stammered and you felt so bad as so much was happening at once for him.

“Lando listen to me” you said sitting up and looking at him holding his hands.

“I’m. okay. The. boys. are. okay. The media can wait.” You said to him slowly and softly and he nodded wiping his face and taking deep breaths.

“What happened?” He asked you and you sighed “I got heatstroke. But I’ve drank lots of water and have ice packs.” You reassured him and he sighed.

“I knew it.” He said and you was so confused.

“I knew when you was sweating and you hadn’t drunk any water- and I should’ve- I could’ve-“ lando rambled about how he could’ve stopped this from happening but you shook your head with a smile.

“It is not your fault lando. Do not say that.” You said sternly to him and he huffed.

“Fuck I love you so much.” He said hugging you again and holding your bump in his arms.

“Fuck I just realised I ran past everyone.” Lando swore squinting his eyes realising he now has to face media and explain what happened.

“Lando it’s okay. They’ll understand. After all I’m too amazing not to worry about-“ you joked making him laugh out of breath still.

“Shut up” he laughed and you grinned as you kissed him on the cheek.

“You ready?” You asked and he nodded as you both got up to face the media and all his teammates.

“We uh- saw you ran past everyone as soon as you got out your car?” The interviewer asked and lando nodded as he scratched his forehead.

“Yeah I uh- my girlfriend y/n she fainted and as some of you may know we’re having twins and it was just a whole situation but she’s okay and the babies are okay and everything’s fine ” lando explained with a smile at the end.

“Oh yes! Congratulations by the way! Thank god everything’s okay…so…how does it feel to win P1?!” The interviewer asked and he smiled “it feels amazing. I mean I’m so grateful I have my girlfriend here and I would honestly say she is the reason I won and not because of her being here with me everyday of my life. But at the end there I didn’t even care about the race I just wanted to make sure she was okay and get out as fast as I could” lando admitted with a flustered smile making the interviewer smile too.

The interview went on along with several others and him cheering with his teammates, weighing etc. until eventually he was allowed to go.

He jogged over to you and hugged you from behind making you giggle.

“Is that my amazing, handsome winner?” You asked with a grin making him smirk as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why yes it is.” He smiled

“You know you scared the actual fuck out of me today.” Lando said and you frowned. “I’m sorry..” you said and he breathed out “don’t be it’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. I’m just glad you’re all okay.” Lando said and you smiled as he played with your hair.

“We’re not playing mini golf with Oscar and Lily by the way…the doctors advised me to take it easy” you said and lando nodded not giving a shit about mini golf, just you and the boys.

“I love you so much y/n” lando said turning you around and leaned into you and you smiled as you snuggled into him.

“I love you too lando.” You kissed his chest and nuzzled your face into it sighing in comfort.

The boys kicked at the same time. And lando felt it smiling to himself. This was one of his favourite moments.

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ynusername: So proud of my winner even if I scared him to death half way through the race….hehe 🧡💛 p.s thank lando for this picture of me

landonorris: Love you too even though you give me a heart attack twice a day

Oscarpiatri: and me☝🏻

Lilyzneimer: I can also relate lol - i am still recovering☝🏻

User1: I was literally so confused when I saw lando sprint out of his car when they showed he won lol I was like 👀

User2: omg same I was so confused-

User3: he looked terrified-

User4: wait what happened?

User3: y/n (landos gf) fainted whilst he was racing

User5: Did y’all hear the radio recordings?!

User6: he was so worried (best bf ever)

User7: you could hear how scared he was

LewisHamilton: glad you and the babies are okay 👍🏻

Maxverstappen1: well deserved 🙌🏻 happy that you’re okay after you gave us all a heart attack!

User8: are we not gonna talk about how she’s GLOWING?!

User9: she’s so naturally pretty.

User10: she is soo pretty - I looked awful when I was pregnant lol I was so swollen

You didn’t realise how much being pregnant would affect your daily life and you called it 15 reasons. Which made lando laugh obviously.

1. You shoes and socks. You would be a breathless, sweaty panting hot mess every single time. In the end you’d have to ask lando for help, “lan!” You screamed and he came running up the stairs worried “what’s wrong?!” He asked worried and you huffed annoyed “‘I can’t put my socks and shoes on.”

Lando smiled as he knelt down in front of you and held your foot putting your socks on and then grabbed your shoes gently putting them on too and tying them as tight as he could “lando! My feet need to breathe yknow..” you half joked and he grinned “I don’t want you tripping on your laces” he said and you rolled your eyes playfully. “So over protective.” You teased “I am not” “Are.” “Am not” “are.” You both bickered jokingly for the next ten minutes.

2. cravings… this was one of the worst because it happened at the worst times. In the middle of the night you’d wake up and groan because all you could think about was subway “lan..lando..baby” you poked lando and he moaned turning around “what is it?” He asked voice raspy. “I’m craving again..” you said and he sighed tiredly “really? Right now” he asked and you nodded, he smiled at you and tiredly got up and put some clothes on.

“What’re you craving? Subway?” He asked and smirked when you nodded “alright..I’ll be back in a bit..love you” he said giving you a kiss on the head before leaving, coming back with subway, the smell making you jump up and run over to him happily “thank you thank you thank you! Baby” you smiled and he laughed as he handed you the bag.

3. Cant sleep or cuddle properly… this was also not a favourite. Whenever you would snuggle up next to lando your bump would be in the way, you missed being able to sleep on your front, you’d have to sleep on your side with you hand under your bump to lean it on. “Lan this is so uncomfortable” you complained as you laid on your back “ I feel like a vampire” you huffed and he grinned before cuddling you which made it a little better but you still wasnt totally comfortable, you squirmed and instead got up and laid sideways, landos arms wrapped around you. “Comfy?” He asked and you nodded with a content sigh.

4. Missing landos hugs…you also missed being able to hug lando properly, once your bump got bigger you could only hug him sideways or him hugging you from behind, because your bump would stop him from being able to hug you properly. Which also made you upset and cry. “Sh Sh..Baby please dont cry..” lando said stroking your hair “I just miss hugging you” you cried and he sighed feeling bad for you but couldn’t help grinning a little at your mood swings.

5. Swollen feet and fingers. This is what brought up all the speculations of you and lando splitting up, because your fingers got too fat for your promise ring. “I told you they would notice.” You said and lando rolled his eyes “I don’t know how they notice so quickly” lando said confused and you shrugged “I don’t know but I do know my feet hurt” you said and lando chuckled “I’ll get the frozen peas”

6. Stretch marks, you was insecure about your stretch marks at first but lando reassured you that he loved them and actually thought they was beautiful, and that they reminded him of all your guyss memories of you being pregnant. “It reminds me of days like this, so when your not pregnant you’ll always have something to remind us of days like this” lando explained as he played with your hair and you smiled looking up at him as you laid you head on his lap. “I love you lan” you smiled and he blushed “I love you too”

7. Morning sickness.. this did not come in handy when lando had his race weekends, like when you literally had to run to the bathroom to throw your guys up and lando couldn’t find you for hours and everyone ended up looking for you worried, but you was just throwing your guts up. And thankfully lando found you when he heard your familiar throwing up noise and cries. “Oh baby it’s okay…let it out…it’s okay” he said a he held your hair back and rubbed your back softly. Handing you his water bottle afterwards to get the awful aftertaste out your mouth.

8. cant shave….you was okay until the last couple months of your pregnancy….lando heard you yelp in the bathroom and he quickly ran over to the door “y/n?! Baby you okay?! He asked worried as he tried to open the door but it was locked. “Uh- yeah…no I need help..” you said as you tried to look down but all you saw was bump and had no Idea where the razor in your hand was going. “Help with what?” Lando asked and took his hand off the door when he heard you opening it. “I uh- can’t see where I’m shaving….” You said slightly embarrassed but lando didn’t seem phased at all. “Oh I can help..but you may have to lead me a little…” he said and you giggled, you took a breath as you looked at him and he looked so focused which made you laugh a little “please don’t hurt me” you half joked which made him laugh “I would never hurt my favourite snack” lando teased and you gasped a laugh hitting him playfully making him giggle. “Only kidding..only kidding” he grinned holding his hands up defensively before getting to ‘work’ as he called it.

9. heart burn…this is one you despiseddd, you hated the taste it that was left in your mouth afterwards, the feeling of your food coming back up your throat and having to swallow it back down made you feel sick every single time without fail. It was awful. lando felt so bad when you would gag after eating and swallow your food back down immediately grabbing a water to help the aftertaste in your mouth.

10. Loss of breath, this wasn’t so bad but you did sound like you had just finished a marathon after going up it down any amount of steps. Lando would try to hide his giggle from you whenever you stood up and had to take a five second breather. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh I just find it cute! I’m sorry!” He laughed as you walked away angrily. You were just joking but it really did take it out of you. The worst was walking around at races. It took you out and you would knock out as soon as you saw a bed or sofa, or even in the car on the way home.

11. Needing to pee every hour… it got to the point where you had to make sure there was a bathroom nearby when going out, and you was traumatised by the amount of times you owed yourself when somebody made you laugh just a little too hard. Lando laughed with you until you ran to the bathroom making him laugh even harder holding into the wall with tears in his eyes “did you just pee yourself?” He asked breathlessly laughing on the verge of crying and he cried when he heard you laughing in the toilet.

12. pregnancy brain…this was also not one of your favourites because you usually were very organised and not forgetful but however pregnancy brain was a thing. For example…when you forgot Oscar’s name “lan!” You shouted and lando walked out your room and looked over to you “yeah?” “umm…uh y’know thingy…what’s his name…yknow lily’s boyfriend” you asked lando since you had completely forgot his name “Oscar?” Lando asked confused and you nodded “babe did you actually forget Oscar’s name?” lando asked and you looked at eachother for a moment before lando smirked “ I am so telling Oscar!” Lando said running for his phone as you chased him “No you can’t!” You screamed.

13. tiredness and insomnia, your enemy. You would be so so tired yet couldn’t sleep for hours and hours, lando would cuddle you and turn all the lights off to help but nothing would, you’d just have to wait until you literally passed out but you found out that lando rubbing circles on your bump and playing with your hair worked wonders and you would knock out in minutes.

14. clothes not fitting…you didn’t like how you didn’t fit in to your clothes anymore but it gave you an excuse to wear landos clothes so you didn’t complain and neither did he *wink wink*

15. mood swings…last but definitely not least, your mood swings were demonic. Once you said to lando you wanted to go to the shop and you ended up sobbing in his arms in the Flipflop section because you said none of them flipped or flipped right. and lando couldn’t even tease you because you was genuinely so upset, he did however have to comfort you in the middle of the flipflop section whilst people walked past confused. Another memory he will never forget.

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ynusername: we got our 3D scan and omgggg I’m so in love. My beautiful baby boys 🧡💛

User1: awwww they’re so cute cuddling eachother!

User2: I can’t wait for the pictures when their born

User3: neither can I

User4: same

McLaren: already cooped up waiting for their helmets *wink wink*

landonorris: already ordered their mini racing suits.

ynusername: he’s not joking.

Oscarpiatri: they’ve literally not even been born yet.

landonorris: I’m always prepared Oscar.

You woke up with landos hand in your hair making perfect curls with his fingers, twirling your hair and pulling it gently making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

You groaned as you stirred, turning around and snuggling into landos side.

“Alright wish me luck” lando grinned pecking your cheek before walking over to his car and hopping in, glancing at you before putting his helmet on.

You smiled to yourself as you stood next to the track by yourself. You didn’t really want to socialise today and lando knew that so he handed you his headphones that cancel all noise to help calm you since you said you had a headache.

Once he could have a break he got out of the car and spoke to will and Zak and said the car was perfect except some little things that need tweaking but once he could have a break he ran over to you and gently took the headphones off your ears trying his best not to make you jump.

“Is the car good?” You asked and he nodded “yeah it feels great. You okay?” He asked you as he wrapped an arm around you pulling you closer to him and you smiled “yeah I do feel a little dizzy but I’m okay” you said and he nodded “headphones?” He asked and you shook your head giggling.

“No I want to talk to you” you smiled as you held his hand and he smiled ear to ear as he began telling you about the car and what he wants changed until.

You felt something pour down your leg.

Did I just piss myself?

You thought in horror but then it kept going and going. You had stopped walking and lando looked back at you confused on why you stopped and was looking down at the floor until he looked down and saw a massive puddle on the floor.

“Y/n?” He said and you looked up with widened eyes “I think my water just broke.” You admitted a little panic as you had never given birth before and didn’t think you’d have to push two babies out in the next couple hours or days.

Lando quickly got his shit together and grabbed your bags and you, leading you to the car quickly. He had prepared himself for this since you found out you was pregnant. He wanted to help so he put himself in charge of the getting the hospital bag and keeping you calm since he knew you and you had already warned him that you was going to be scared.

“It’s okay baby your okay…I’m here” lando comforted you as he held your hand helping you down the stairs. You went down the steps carefully as you held the railing tightly.

Lando helped you into the car, placing his hoodie under you because of the mess. and you breathed deeply as a contraction hit you.

“Lando I’m scared! I don’t want to give birth in the car” you said and lando couldn’t hide his grin “don’t worry baby you’re not going to give birth in the car. I’ll make sure of it” he smiled as he rested his hand on your thigh.

You sighed in pain trying to relax but failed miserably

“Headphones?” Lando asked and you nodded taking them from him quickly and placing them on your ears, sighing in relief when everything went quiet.

Lando parked outside your house grabbing the hospital bag, some spare clothes for you and the teddies you forgot to pack.

He quickly ran to the car and filled it before getting in and driving to the hospital. You breathed out in pain as another contraction hit and lando squeezed your thigh comfortingly but he knew it didn’t stop your pain. God what he’d do to take the pain away.

Lando parked outside the hospital, helping you out the car and you held onto his hand tightly refusing to let go. he grabbed the hospital bag and held it with one arm as he tried to help you up the stairs.

You waddled to the register and huffed in pain, “she’s in labour” lando spoke for you and the lady smiled “oh follow me sweetie” she smiled as she led you to a room.

Once you got everything sorted, you sat down on the bed cross-legged and threw your headphones off in pain.

Lando shut all the blinds for your headache and walked over to you, sitting behind you and rocked you both.

After the doctors checked your dilation and that you was fully dilated they just left. And you and lando were left alone and that’s when you snapped.

“Lando they’re coming! They’re coming now! I can feel it!” You screamed and lando quickly pressed the button hoping someone would come but they took too long so lando ran out the room and grabbed a man “are you a doctor?!” Lando yelled and the man nodded “c’mon!” Lando yelled as he led him to you.

You pushed as you held landos hand as tight as you could, lando bit his lip in pain, not letting you know you was hurting him.

“You want to cut the cords?” The doctor asked him and lando smiled as he walked over not knowing what he had to do. The doctor helped him cut the cords.

You smiled when the nurse handed you your baby boys, you nuzzled your head on theirs and cried.

Their crying stopped when they were rested on your chest.

“Alfie and Archie my baby boys..” you cried happily when you saw them, lando smiled ear to ear when he saw you.

“You did it baby. I’m so proud of you” lando smiled giving you a kiss on the head.

“Our beautiful boys. Alfie and Archie.” Lando smiled as he rested his head on yours.

The nurse helped you breastfeed them, you and lando changed them into their matching blue onesies.

“Lan…” you said breathlessly and lando looked over to you. “Lay down with me” you said softly, “no y/n you need to rest” lando refused but you grinned tiredly “I know what I need lan…lay down.” You said pulling him down by his arm making him smirk.

He laid down next to you, still keeping an eye on the boys like you asked, whilst you slept next to him.

“I’m a dad” he said to himself grinning like an idiot as he looked at his two sons.

Lando held your hand, comfort for him as he watched all three of you sleep. This was also a core memory of his he would never forget.

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ynusername: our two precious angels are here Alfie and Archie 🧡💛

McLaren: So precious 🧡💛

User1: These babies are gonna be so lovedddd

Oscarpiatri: Can’t wait to meet em you two. Hope you’re all okay. 🧡💛

User2: omg uncle Oscar is a must

User3: OMG YES 🙌🏻 👏🏻

Lilyzneimer: AHH! Oscar just told me to shut up lol I’m so happy for you both! I can’t wait for the snugglesss 🧡💛

User2: uncle Oscar and auntie Lily ahhhhh!!!!

LewisHamilton: happy for you both

Maxverstappen1: their adorable, cant wait to meet them - just messaged you y/n 🧡💛

GeorgeRussell: so happy for you guys - best wishes to you all

Angryginge: not two miniatures of you two! - in all seriousness tho I’m so happy for you both! Hope you recover well y/n! x 🧡💛

User4: LMAO

User5: the streams are gonna be so cuteeeee

Mercedes F1: Ah! So happy for you both hope everyone’s okay! 🧡💛

User6: what’s with all the Orange and yellow hearts?

User7: that’s what I was thinking..maybe it has something to do with McLaren? Idk

User8: I heard it because it’s y/n and landos fav colours but I’m not sure 🤷‍♀️

This is going to become a series so part 2 will be coming soon! Eeeeeek!

Hope you liked it!

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sweetdispatch · 3 months ago

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The fight - Q. Hughes

pairing: Quinn Hughes x girlfriend!reader

summary: Quinn's girlfriend is turned on after his fight during the game against Kings

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), dom!quinn, dirty talk, degradation, spit, oral (m and f receiving), dacryphilia, spanking, rough sex, swearing

words: 1.9 k

note: i forgot to add this and it was saved all weekend in drafts haha enjoy it guys!

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„…And Quinn Hughes lost his temper…” That’s all she heard from the tv. The score was showing 3:2 for Vancouver, so she decided to get ready for bed. 5 minutes of the game were left, and she felt confident that Quinn and his team were gonna win this. Although, when she heard the sentence from commentators’ mouths, she froze in the bathroom with her toothbrush in mouth.

She ran back to the bedroom to rewind and see the situation in which her boyfriend lost his cool. When she saw the way Quinn threw Kings’ player into the bands, she felt her cheeks burning. Quinn was the definition of a calm and composed person. She barely saw him losing his temper. She watched this clip all over again. The next thing she saw was Quinn chirping at the guy in the penalty box. All she had in her mind was this fight and him in the penalty box.

Right after the game was over and Vancouver celebrated a 4:2 win, she reached for her phone and sent Quinn a message, “You did incredible today, but the fight?? You’re badass out there, so hot captain”. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. She laid in the bed and watched the clips on social media. After two hours, Quinn called her.

“You really enjoyed me throwing the guy into bands?” He laughed. She knew that she’s on speaker when she heard his voice muffled and him packing suitcase.

“Well yeah, I didn’t know you could be that hot”. She said biting her nails.

“Don’t tell me this turns you on”. When she was dead silent, he continued. “You can’t be serious. Me being mad got you on?”

“I… Yeah.”. He giggled. “But in my defense, I never saw you in this way”.

“Oh, what I should do with you now”.

“You can be mean to me too…” Before she could speak again, he interrupted her.

“Princess, you're ridiculous”.

“Why? We can always spice things up in bedroom”. He hasn’t said anything, she felt that it was dumb suggestion. “Or never mind, forget what I said, it was stupid”.

“No, it wasn’t. I just got lost in my thoughts”. He took a deep breath and spoke again. “If this is what you want, we can do it”.

“Oh, I want to”.

“Good… good. Then I expect you to be ready when I get back home”.

“Yes captain”.

“You’re playing with the fire princess”. He already was turned on by the thought of her at his mercy . “I love you”.

“Love you too, can’t wait to see you”.

They hung up and she finally could fall asleep. She set her alarm clock early to get ready. When she woke up, she went to take a shower and shaved her body. After it, she went to their dressing room and picked his favorite lingerie. To make it not too obvious, she put on one of his old shirts and went to the kitchen to make them breakfast. She knew, he’s probably hungry after the trip.

On the other hand, Quinn’ mind was thinking all the time about her words. He couldn’t believe that losing his temper turned her on so much to want to have rough sex. He started to think of the ways to make the most of it and at the same time not to hurt her. There were so many things he always wanted to try with her and now, he saw the perfect opportunity.

When Quinn finally got back home, the first thing that hit his nose was the smell of bacon and orange juice. He dropped his bags by the front door and went further to their apartment. She was placing all the food on the table. She turned and saw him standing in his suit, hands in his pockets. She was already turned on.

“Hi baby, great games in California”. She went to kiss him and placed his hands behind his neck. He grabbed her by the waist and hugged her. His hand went to grab her ass and play with her panties.

“You look beautiful”. He spanked her. “As much as I would love to fuck you, you need to eat because I know that you waited for me. Get your cute butt on the chair and let’s dive in your delicious food”.

She did what he told her. They sat at the table and ate breakfast together. Quinn was telling her how roadie went, and she was telling him about her work. When they finished, she stood up to clean the table, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her on his lap.

“Not so fast princess. We have things to discuss”. He kissed her behind her ear, knowing how much she loved it. “Do you trust me with what’s about to happen?”

“Yes”. She kissed his lips.

“Good. Now, if anything I did will make you uncomfortable, you will tell me, right?” She nodded her head. He grabbed her chin so she could face him fully. “Words princess”.

“Yes, I will tell you. Can we start?” He laughed at her desperation.

“You really turn on, huh? I bet you’re already soaking wet”. He placed his hand in her panties and started rubbing her clit. “Gosh, you’re pathetic. I haven’t done anything and you’re wet. Is the fight really got you going?” She moaned at his words. Quinn never spoke to her like that but she already loved it.

“Don’t tell me that you enjoy when I degrade you”. He said not believing in this but seeing how she blushed, he realized that she enjoys it.

“You’re so simple to read, it’s such a shame that I’ll ruin you today”. Quinn whispered in her ear. He took off his hand from her panties and put his fingers in her mouth. She gladly accepted them and sucked on them. “Bedroom, naked, now. I’ll come in a minute”.

She listened to him and stood up. She went to their bedroom swaying her hips and undressing at the same time. Quinn watched her every move, feeling the bulge growing in his pants. Before he went to her, he undressed by himself, throwing his suit in the bathroom. When he finally stepped to the bedroom, he saw her all naked, kneeling next to their bed.

“How cute. Judging by your position, you want me to fuck your mouth. Am I right princess?” He closed the distance between them and started caressing her cheek.

“You deserve a reward after those games”. She said and grabbed his underwear to take it off, but he stopped her.

“Not so fast. Let me enjoy the view for a bit”. She felt objectified by his words, but she loved this new side of him. She started getting ever more wet. Quinn finally made a move and stepped out from his underwear. “Spit on it”. That’s all he said to her. She obeyed and played with her tongue on his tip. “Open up and start the work”. She took him to her mouth but couldn’t fit his cock. He laughed, seeing her struggle. “Aww, poor baby, can’t even fit my dick”. He mocked her and pushed himself further into her mouth.

The tip of his cock hit her throat. She was gagging around him. Her chin was covered in her spit and tears were falling from her eyes. Quinn looked at her and felt even more turned on. He loved seeing her face so helpless. Before he could release in her mouth, he took off his dick. She pounded on his action.

“You wanted my cum?” He asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She nodded but corrected herself.

“Yes… captain”. She used this phrase on purpose, to see where this will bring her. His eyes darkened hearing her, saying captain in a sexual way. This woke up a new side of him. Quinn pulled her by hair so she could stand up. He pulled her closer to his face and grabbed her throat.

“You shouldn’t have said that”. He whispered to her ear. “You’re gonna regret this”. Before she could react, Quinn turned her around and bent her over the bed. The first slap laid on her ass.

“You think it’s funny?” Second slap. “To call me captain?” Third slap. “Is this some kind of game for you?” Fourth one. “Answer me or have I already made you dumb?” Fifth slap.

“No…” Her voice broke down. “Wanted to see your reaction”. She said all in tears.

He helped her stand up and turn her so she was facing him.

“Poor baby is already crying. Wait until I ruin this pussy”. He kissed her and pushed her on the bed. “Grab your thighs, raise them and keep your legs open”. She obeyed him hoping for him to fuck her. Instead, he played with her clit. “So wet just from using your mouth and spanking. Maybe I should leave you like that. Do you deserve my cock in your greedy pussy?”

“Yes”.

“Then beg for it. Be a good girl”.

“Please Quinn. Do something, I’ll do anything”. She felt humiliated.

“Anything you say? So pathetic”. He pushed two fingers into her pussy. She screamed, not expecting this. The pain soon became a pleasure to her. He was fingering her at a ruthless pace. She was moaning louder with each thrust. “Shut up. You’re so loud just around my fingers”. She tried to keep the noise quiet but couldn’t. Quinn took his fingers out of her. He went to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. She laid her legs on the bed.

“Have I told you to do it?”

“No”.

“Then why did you do it?” He asked, looking at her with his piercing blue eyes.

“I… I thought you’re done. I’m sorry”. She felt ashamed and tried to ignore his eyes.

“I’ll be the judge of when I’m done with you. Good thing you remembered your manners and apologized”. Quinn caressed her cheek and spread her legs open. He put the tip of his dick in her. He pushed his all length into her. She closed her legs out of habit but he grabbed her knees and spread them again.

“Don’t do that or I’ll not let you come”. He threatened her. The thought of not being able to cum scared her and decided to act like he plays her. Quinn was fucking her fastly. He was abusive to her pussy but she loved every minute of it. She was moaning his name like a mantra. This was a motivation for him. He felt her wall tightening around his dick. He knew she’s close.

“Cum”. That’s all that he said to her. She screamed his name loudly when she reached her climax. Two more thrusts and he also cum. He pulled his dick out of her and threw away the condom. Quinn looked at her trying to catch her breath.

“Hey, you alright princess?” She nodded her head, too tired to speak. “You did so good for me. I’m proud of you”. He kissed her forehead. “C’mon, let’s get you a nice bath”. She followed him to the bathroom. Both of them laid in the hot water. Quinn helped her to wash her body.

“You were so hot today. Even hotter than in the fight”. She joked when they left the bathroom and headed out to the living room.

“Thanks”. He smiled. “I still can’t believe that you got all worked up only because I threw a guy into bands. You’re something”. He kissed her temple and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch when she sat on the couch and turned on the tv. They spent the rest of the day laying on the couch, cuddling and watching movies.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes oneshot #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks #v' work

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butterymangowrites · 8 months ago

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distribution system

paring: cat hybrid kageyama tobio x fem reader

warnings: dub-con, smut, hybrid au, stray hybrid kageyama, social discrimination, power imbalance, domestic life, kageyama with his platinum face card, kageyama has a tail

word count: 4.2k

english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes. thank you for reading!

Being a stray hybrid was exhausting. Tobio thought as he wandered around a new neighborhood trying to find food after every house in the last one shooed him away.

Being a stray hybrid was exhausting. Being a bone-thin, dirty black cat hybrid was worse.

He looked ghastly—hair long to his chest, cheeks all sunken, and without a smile on his face, Tobio looked unapproachable. Some people said he might have rabies, warning their own hybrids to stay away; he was scared of that, too, but only because he didn’t know what it actually was, just that it was fatal and humans hated it.

Did he have rabies? He felt fine though. Tobio thought as he put his hand through the narrow opening of a trash can that was likely to have some food waste in there. After some time rummaging through, he grabbed onto a bottle; it was milk. When he shook it softly and felt some milk left inside, Tobio got his dinner.

“You shouldn’t drink that. You will get sick.”

A voice interrupted when he was almost done with the meal. It was a human woman in very nice clothing, the kind he saw humans in the office area wear. His previous owner also wore something like this, the male one, the one who hit him when he was drunk and angry at his wife. The wife was his favorite of the two, always patted him gently on the head and gave him nice things—snacks, toys, letting him watch TV and play with a round leather ball in their small backyard. But when he knocked over some of the flower pots, the husband forbade him from touching the ball again.

The wife disappeared one day, so Tobio ran away.

“Here.” The human took something out of her shoulder bag and handed it to him. “Take this.”

It was an unopened, brand new milk bottle, looking exactly the same as the one he was holding. Too late, Tobio drank all of it, spoiled as it was, it filled his belly for the night. Together with the milk, Tobio saw a banana. He wanted that.

“Sorry, this is all I have.”

It was funny thinking back to the first time he saw you, that it was the guilt in your voice that made Tobio carefully look past his long hair at you again. Being closer in order to take the food from your hand and seeing things clearer than before, he had never seen anyone so concerned about how they didn’t have more food to give away, concerned about him. And because being a stray hybrid was exhausting, Tobio really wanted a home.

He finally succeeded that night. He found one, after roaming around for many years…

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High up on a building, that was your place. It wasn’t big, but Tobio didn’t mind. He was just happy to be warm and have a roof over his head.

Your bathroom had a tub, small but deep, he could only fit in there if he sat with his knees up. He did that while he let you wash him, at a loss on how to adjust the water temperature and not knowing which was the shampoo and which was for the body cleaning. So he just sat there in silence, not even turning the water on so he didn’t cause any problems, till you knocked and asked if he needed help.

Your hands were smooth, slathering the body wash over his back and chest while he watched you, his now-clean hair tied up with a big claw clip. Having his field of vision expanded made Tobio feel exposed, but it was not totally a bad feeling, just a bit foreign after many years of having it down to hide his face.

“You wash,” you pointed down to his crotch, “down there by yourself, okay?”

Tobio nodded, didn’t mind. He understood you didn’t want to touch him there, you probably didn’t want to touch him anywhere, only doing it out of necessity because he was such an incompetent cat who didn’t know how to use a human's shower. He used to know, he just forgot. Tobio hoped you were not mad.

—

It was the next day when you took him to the hybrid clinic for a check-up. He was healthy, needed to put on some weight, yes, but fine nonetheless. The doctor said the hybrid was in his early 20s and prescribed some vitamins, and just like that, the visit ended. Before you left, one of the staff suggested you buy a collar.

“Is it necessary?” you asked before looking around the waiting area and saw that every hybrid wore one. “Okay.”

You bought one in a random color after trying to let the feline hybrid choose and he just stared at you. He was tall, hovering over most people in the clinic. You had to tell him to crouch down so you could put the newly purchased collar on his neck. It was blue, cartoon printed. This was why making rational decisions was important.

Next stop was the haircut. This time you handed him a magazine and tried again by letting him pick a style for himself; however, he just pointed at the first model he saw. Nothing was wrong with a mohawk, and you would have believed it was a thought-through decision if he had turned the pages of the magazine a little and at least pretended to contemplate. He did neither.

Same with the breakfast that morning, you asked if he wanted blueberry or strawberry jam on his toast, he answered with a nod. When asked again, he pointed at the jar closest to his hand and didn’t finish the toast.

The stray you brought home—Tobio—definitely understood human language and was not mute since he was the one whispering his name to you when you asked what he was called. For some reason, he just did not make decisions. And… he hated strawberry jam.

So you rectified that, selecting two most popular styles and let him choose again. But before he could point, you said, “This is your hair, Tobio. Yours. You can choose how you want your own hair to look.”

He listened and blinked. And for the first time in twenty hours, Tobio took his time deciding between things. He picked the style that would get his bangs cut very short, and if his swishing tail was anything to go by, he seemed to like the end result very much. Despite his head looking like a coconut with a wig on, he still looked good, all because of his face.

The man was strikingly handsome. Without all the matted hair masking his face, his features were bare to the beholder’s eye. Dark blue eyes, sharp jawline, small perky nose, and lips—though chapped and dry—were baby pink. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Clothes, toiletries, and extra groceries that included cat food and snacks he admitted to liking were all carried by him. It was a long walk from place to place and from the train station to yours, but Tobio didn’t allow you to take any bag out of his hands.

It was already dark when you entered your apartment. You unpacked the groceries and officially taught him how to use the shower, learning that he was illiterate when he asked if he remembered correctly which bottle was the shampoo and which was the conditioner. He got them mixed up but was right on the body wash because it was a different brand with a different label.

What you did was point out the difference in the words written on the bottles, but the easiest way you could think of was to place them in fixed positions, so you did just that, temporarily resolving the problem.

“Shampoo on your left, conditioner on your right,” you told him, pointing at each respectively. “But don’t wash your hair today, that would be a waste of the products the salon put on it. Unless it—stinks?”

Tobio, who was sitting on the rim of the tub, touched his hair, trying to pull it to his nose for a sniff, but it was too short. Suddenly, he turned to look at you, expectation clear in his eyes.

“You smell for me.” he bowed his head and waited.

“Oh, no need.” You waved your hands no. “Should be okay.”

You were not going to do it, but his head stayed down and showed no sign of coming back up. Not wanting to disappoint him, you stooped down for a quick sniff. The tip of your nose brushed against his freshly cut hair, it was soft and silky now, no trace of yesterday's dirt and grime. And it smelled so good you could have died.

Tobio breathed out a low purr before he looked up at you again, his pupils dilated. “How was it?”

“Nice,” you replied. “No need to wash it.”

“Okay.” His voice was small, faint.

Out of the bathroom, you prepared dinner for two and arranged a sleeping spot at the couch in the living room as you did the night before. Your apartment was a one-bedroom, so even if you wanted him to sleep somewhere nicer, you didn’t have a better option.

You didn’t expect to see him lying on the cold, hard floor the next morning, sleeping in the fetal position and hugging himself, pillow and blanket left on the couch.

“Why were you on the floor?” you asked that same morning while teaching him how to make basic breakfast—a bowl of cereal for you and two slices of toast for himself, this time topped with blueberry jam. He ended up asking for more with a growling belly and round blue eyes, piercing through your heart like a sharp stalactite falling down on tender meat. The damage was so severe that you had to tell him not to seek permission for food again; it was all his to have.

“My legs are too long.” answered Tobio. “They went over the couch arm—hurt.”

And the cushions were probably too small for him to sleep with legs folded. Decision instantly made, you let him sleep with you on the bed from then on.

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It was nice not having to go about people’s houses searching for food and sleep at the train station when it rained. Tobio looked out the bedroom window, sitting on the floor with his head under the curtains, his tail flicking slowly as he watched the wet street below and couldn’t help but feel grateful for the human sleeping on the bed.

It had been one hundred and twenty two days since he had been here.

The bed was springy; it rocked a little when he climbed back on no matter how careful he tried to be, making you stir but overall still pretty much in your deep slumber. He settled on his side, laying his head on the same pillow as you. If he were to pull you to his chest, no one would see you again. Tobio was so big now with a tremendous amount of food consumed daily.

So much money was spent on him just to put skin, fat, and muscles on his bones, and you never once complained about the increasing expenses. He knew numbers now, and he saw them on the bills each time and noticed that you spent less on yourself. You had never gotten the blouse you said you wanted, and you ate half sometimes just to keep the leftover for the next day. He wished he could do more than just helping around with the household chores.

“Thank you,” whispered Tobio.

He wanted so much to cuddle up to you, sink his little fangs into your skin, and touch you in the way that would get him cute noises as a reward. He liked being close to you, finding himself awake nose to nose with you more often than not and using the time before you woke to count your eyelashes. You didn’t like any of that, always pushing yourself away and hurrying up to get off the bed.

Pouting, pouting, all he did when that happened was pout. But in his sleep, instinct took over nevertheless, he would find himself clinging to you anyway come morning, and he would pout, pout and pout…

—

This was why you never considered adopting a hybrid before you found Tobio that night. You didn’t want to feel like a scum excuse of a human being, getting so wet that you heard the squelching sound when Tobio pumped his fingers in and out of you, deep, nudging your front wall now and again, making you squirm.

You know what many hybrids were adopted and bought for, and you didn’t want to be one of those using them for sexual pleasure, letting him help around the house was bad enough. He didn’t ask to be here, you offered. What he was doing now might just mean he got the wrong idea about what he was here for.

“Tobio, no.”

“I’m so hard. It hurts.”

He propped himself up on one of his elbows, pouting while he watched his hand’s movement under your pajama shorts. “Please help.”

“Tobio, we need to talk.”

There was no talk, Tobio flipped you to lie flat on his body, his hands tugging your shorts and underwear down before doing the same with his. When your bare core touched his, the cat hybrid moaned loudly and rubbed you frantically against his cock.

It had never come this far, small touches here and there but never this.

“I—don’t want—,” you gasped, “to use you.”

“Please use me. Please use me. Use me.” He pouted more, tears welling in his eyes.

Damn those eyes to hell though you were certain Tobio himself belonged in heaven. It was these same orbs that had you ask if he wanted to come home with you, earning yourself the sweetest companion one could ever ask for.

Coming home to see the apartment cleaned, plants watered, laundry done, nothing was left to be done but dinner because he was scared he would burn the kitchen down because there was fire involved. He was getting better at it now, you feared cooking for you might be next in his plan. Power imbalance hung in the air, but Tobio had no clue.

“You’re not here for this.” You tried to say, turning away from his lips that grazed all over your face, trying to get to your mouth. “You are my friend.”

“I’m yours.”

“My—friend.”

“Umm, yours.” he purred, so cat-like. “You own me.”

Why did he only listen to what he wanted to hear? Not just yours, but your friend, that was what you were trying to convey.

“You are not a thing to be owned.”

For some reason, his eyes darkened. “Don’t be too good to me.”

Next thing you knew, you were on all fours, ass up, face down, hands in his grip behind your back. His hot shaft spread your wetness to your clit before fooling around with your entrance.

“Don’t—”

“Must be warm in there. Wetter, too.” the hybrid whined, claws sharpened, penetrating the skin of your hands. “Please let me get in, please please.”

“Tobio, don’t be bad.” That was the first time you reprimanded him, and you felt him freeze. “You’re not a thing to be used, you hear me?”

“But I’m a pet, your pet.”

“You’re not just an animal to me.”

“But that’s what I am.”

“You’re half human.”

“You don’t understand.” His mouth was next to your ear when he said it. “I am more animal than human, all hybrids are.”

Following his statement was the tip of his cock threatening to push in, you had to cry out his name again to stop the deed.

“Please. Just one dip,” he begged. “One dip and out.”

He was so stubborn, you had never seen this side of him before, literally nonplussed as to how to handle the persistence, the negotiation, and his pitiful cries. He had never been like this, even when you told him his favorite milk was out of stock, all he did was nod and say he was happy with whatever you had.

“Just once.” You choked out the words. “Only one dip and you’re out. You let me go, okay?”

You made a deal.

“Okay.”

The head was not the problem, the thick body and base were, stretching you to the point of pain. You heard a low growl rumble in his chest as he went deep to the hilt and lingered there.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, tremblingly. “Please don’t be mad.”

You couldn’t imagine being mad at Tobio, not even when he didn’t keep his word, pulling himself out and slamming back into you. Again and again he went, pulling at your wrists with each thrust for leverage. Your upper body was lifted from the bed from how hard he pulled, head lolling from side to side.

“Please don’t put me back on the streets.” He bottomed out with a cry. “Keep me, keep me.”

The wanton scream you let out was embarrassing, your pussy throbbed and clenched around his cock as he pounded on the right spot. And Tobio was a quick learner, he hammered down on it repeatedly, fucking you into the mattress until you came with a shudder, eyes rolled to the back of your head; you were glad he didn’t have to see that from where he was.

He shot out a lot of cum when he came, filling you up to the brim. One dip and out? Sure. The thing was, you weren't even mad at him. His clear blueberry eyes trained on you after he rolled you onto your back, tilting his head to one side before he bent down to give a kitten lick at your mouth.

No, you weren’t mad at Tobio, you were mad at yourself for giving in.

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The leather ball he used to play with was for a sport called volleyball. Tobio saw it on TV one day and immediately pointed at it with excitement. So being a good owner as you were—allowing him to fuck and hold you close after each night, albeit not without some begging and whining first—you took him out to an open gym to play with other hybrids.

Him having to wear a collar when going out bothered you, and when it strained his neck while he was out on the court looking up at the ball, you told him to take it off.

“Why?” Tobio asked. Every hybrid in the gym had it on, he didn’t want to be different.

“It’s too tight on your neck.”

“It’s fine.”

A round of laughter erupted from the nearby court when a rabbit hybrid fell on her face trying to get the ball. It was from the humans who sat and watched the play, one in particular seemed concerned—perhaps her owner—seeing as he stood up and told her to get back on her feet.

“You just don’t get it.” you shook your head feebly and walked out the court back to your seat which was just a chair situated not far off the sideline. But as an afterthought, you turned around and said, “Just loosen it a bit, yeah?”

“Okay.”

You seemed to dislike the idea of him being an animal, but at the end of the day, he was. He loved watching birds from the window and making noises at them. He loved sleeping, and when he woke, after exerting himself with the chores until the energy ran out, it was nice to curl up on the couch for a nap.

It was not him who didn’t get it, it was you. Tobio liked being an animal.

So when your boss, who was one of the owners of the hybrid who played volleyball with him, approached and broached the idea of getting him on a cat food commercial you and he were working on, Tobio wanted in, even more interested when the older man said this would earn you extra money to take home after the shoot ended.

“See? Tobio wants to.” The boss gestured his hands at him.

“But—”

“Yes,” Tobio said, earnestly.

“Let’s talk about the shooting date together with the team on Monday.”

The deal was sealed.

—

The shoot was stressful for you, seeing people coo at how cute Tobio looked in faux cat ears, some even dared coming close to scratch under his chin. Tobio liked the attention, but he didn’t like strangers touching him. He would look for you, asking for help with his impossible-to-deny eyes whenever that happened, and you would come to the rescue.

“Aren’t cat hybrids supposed to keep to themselves?” you asked, walking ahead of him, just about five minutes more until you reached home. “How come you like people so much?”

“Not all the time.” Tobio replied. “I just happened to like them today.”

“Doesn’t it bother you,” You stopped walking and turned to face him. “being treated like that?”

“Like what?”

“They played with you with a laser pointer, Tobio. Trying to grab your tail, calling you names.” You held on to your shoulder bag as you spoke. “They didn’t respect you at all.”

“I’m an animal.”

“This again?”

“You have to accept that I am one and there is nothing wrong with it.”

There was no anger in this voice, never with Tobio, only dull sadness that dimmed his usual bright eyes down a notch.

“But you don’t agree, do you? That’s why you’re trying to change me.”

“You missed the point.”

“And what was it?”

When you didn’t respond instantly, he continued, “I like wearing a collar because it shows people I’m taken, taken by you, not a stray no one wants. I like that you own me.”

“Oh Tobio—”

“Is it wrong that I love doing the housework, that I don’t care that people want to give me treats and play laser pointer with me? I know what I am and how they see me. I’m an ani—”

“I don’t care that you’re an animal, a hybrid or whatever!” you interrupted with a soft shout. “I’m saying that no matter what you are, you deserve respect,” you said. “I don’t know what you experienced that made you think you can’t pick between strawberry and blueberry jam. And they can play laser pointer with you for all I care, but they should be aware that you have a life and mind of your own and not just assume they can do it without even asking. Just because you’re fine with it doesn’t make it okay.”

You paused to breathe.

“And trust me those people—those people in the studio, they don’t—they don’t understand this, yet.” You closed your eyes. “After the shoot, one of them asked me if they could buy you.”

Opening your eyes again, he was so close you had to tilt your head back to look at him.

“I don’t want to hear anyone say that about you ever again.”

His kiss didn’t take you by surprise. His tongue was welcome, and his moan was your guest. Tobio held your hand all the way home and didn’t let go even when the apartment door closed behind you and him, instead, he kissed you against it. Then from your mouth, he headed downwards.

“I thought I disgusted you.” he said, nipping at the soft flesh of the thigh he put on his shoulder.

“That is crazy. Ouch! Tobio, your claws.”

It had been almost a year already since Tobio moved in, and with his typical cat behavior, your body was full of scratches, some faded, some didn’t. He had a second haircut just two months ago, the same style with his bangs cut short, resembling a coconut for a while until it grew out past the stage, and now it was just in the right length—perfect for a grab.

He liked when you played with his hair, loved it when you pulled hard during sex. For someone who was soft spoken and had a hobby of watching birds and playing volleyball, Tobio was surprisingly perverted when it came to fucking.

The man purred loudly when he got the taste of your soaking folds, lapping greedily at the core and dragging his wet tongue up your inner thighs, collecting every drop like it was essential for his being.

When your hands remained by your sides, taking action too slow for his liking, Tobio searched blindly without pulling his face away from your nectar and grabbed one of them to put on his head. Automatically, you gripped a handful, hearing him groan with relief and satisfaction.

“So good to me.” he mumbled, his thumb leisurely circling your clit. “I like you more than anything.”

More than the milk you gave him that first night, or the banana, even the blueberry jam could not compare to you. And despite him not being brave enough to make a choice of his own haircut, he did make a choice in that moment he followed you home—he chose you.

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Steal my girl - Lewis

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Steal my girl - 1d - @literallegendicon and few couple of anons (mixed and matched the requests and added a nod to the MET)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: fluff (Lewis being a simp)

wordcount: +1k

a/n: this one had to come today (still buzzing) and the choice of the maison for y/n was self indulgent

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“Front row at a Schiaparelli show? You’re sure you didn’t have any hidden motives there, Mr. MET co-chair?” Y/n teased, a playful edge to her voice as she leaned into Lewis’s side, the TV casting soft light across the dimly lit hotel room.

Lewis rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her comment, swirling his fork through the pasta. “Gotta keep an eye on the industry.”

The sound of the city buzzed faintly outside the window of her Paris hotel room, muted by the heavy drapes. The nighttime skyline, with its golden-lit landmarks and softly glowing streets, seemed almost magical, but it paled in comparison to the quiet comfort of being wrapped in the warmth of Lewis’s arms, the two of them sharing a late-night dinner in bed.

Y/n curled deeper into him, resting against the pillows propped behind them, her head leaning into his chest as she twirled another forkful of pasta.

The TV was on in the background, replaying clips from the fashion show that had taken place just a few hours earlier. She watched with a contented sigh as a few of designs floated down the runway on screen.

She glanced over at Lewis, who had been silently watching her every move with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He’d shown up to the show looking like he’d stepped out of an editorial spread himself, and yet, here they were, making a mess of room service pasta in the most unglamorous way possible.

She nudged him lightly with her elbow. “You looked good on that interview earlier” she teased, breaking the comfortable silence between them. “All serious and mysterious. Though I think you almost said too much.”

Lewis chuckled, his hand coming up to trace lazy circles along her arm. “Yeah? I thought I kept it vague enough.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, turning slightly to look up at him. “If vague means grinning like an idiot whenever my name was brought up.”

“Can’t help it if I’m proud,” he shot back, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. She felt his smile against her skin, warm and unguarded. “Besides, they kept asking questions about the show, about you. Hard not to smile.”

She rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide her own smile. “What was it they asked again? ‘What brings you to Paris for fashion week?’”

“Yeah, that one,” he mused, a hint of amusement in his tone. “I said something about being interested in new designers, but honestly, I think they saw right through me.”

Y/n let out a soft laugh, giving him a side-eye as she twirled a strand of spaghetti onto her fork. “Right. Because clearly, you had to scout what Schiaparelli’s doing from the front row, huh?”

“Of course” Lewis replied with a smirk, but there was a warm fondness in his gaze as he looked at her. “And I’ve got to say, they’ve actually got some serious talent over there. Especially that one designer I kept hearing about... what was her name again?”

“Oh, really?” She arched an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “I think I’ve heard of her too. The one everyone thought would ruin her very first fashion show with Daniel?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he said, nudging her playfully with his shoulder.

She let out a chuckle, the sound mingling with the low hum of the TV. “You don’t have to be such a fanboy, you know. It’s just a show.”

Lewis shook his head, his expression softening as he looked down at her. “Nah, it’s not just a show. It’s you. And seeing you up there, with everyone in awe of what you created... that’s something worth being a fanboy for.”

Y/n felt a flutter in her chest, but she brushed it off with a smirk, determined not to let him see how much his words affected her.

It made her heart stutter and her breath hitched, a flutter in her chest she couldn’t quite control whenever he got like this, when he reminded her that beneath all the teasing and laughter, there was something solid and real between them.

She cleared her throat, breaking eye contact before he could read through her. “Well, thank you, I guess” she said lightly, turning her attention back to her plate “But I’m pretty sure half the people there were wondering why Lewis Hamilton was so invested in this particular couture show.”

He chuckled, leaning his head back against the headboard, his hand finding hers over the duvet “Well, let them wonder. It’s all part of the fun.”

She shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips as she shifted to sit cross-legged beside him. “You know, they’re already speculating, right? There’s been so much buzz since those photos of us in London hit social media. They honestly believe there’s going to be some secret Schiaparelli-Dior collab.”

Lewis glanced over at her, amusement glimmering in his eyes. “Is that so? I think that’d be pretty cool.”

She gave him a look, crossing her arms over her chest. “These answers and your subtlety haven’t really helped, Lewis.”

He hummed in response, but there was a playful edge to it. “You think I’d do that? Out us to the world like that?”

Y/n shot him a sidelong glance, her lips quirking into a grin. “Oh, I know you would. You’ve got that look sometimes, like you want to just scream it from the rooftops.”

Lewis’s hand stilled on her arm, and he tilted his head slightly, considering her words. “Would it be the worst thing if I did?” he asked, his tone light but curious. “If people knew?”

She looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the seriousness behind the question.

Her smile softened as she thought about it, about all the times they’d snuck around to avoid the cameras, the late nights when he’d show up at her place just to spend a few hours together before flying out again.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed, or that he was—it was just easier this way. Simpler.

“Maybe not the worst,” she admitted after a moment, running her fingers along the edge of her plate. “But you know how it is. The moment people find out, it changes everything. Suddenly, it’s not just about us anymore.”

She hesitated, tracing patterns on the edge of the blanket draped across their legs. “I like this. Us. Without all the outside stuff.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. “Yeah, I get that. But... watching all those people admire you, hearing them talk about how talented you are, how much they love what you’re doing...”

He trailed off, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Part of me wanted them to know. That the amazing woman they were all raving about, she’s mine.”

Y/n felt her breath catch at the quiet possessiveness in his voice, the way he said it without any hint of arrogance—just a simple, unshakable certainty.

And she realized then that, for all the effort they’d put into keeping their relationship under wraps, Lewis didn’t see it as a burden. To him, it was just another way of showing how much he cared.

She set her plate aside, shifting so she could face him fully, her legs tucked beneath her. “You know” she said, her voice softer now “they’ll keep speculating no matter what. It’s not like we’ve been super subtle.”

He chuckled, leaning back against the headboard, stealing a forkful of her pasta. “True. But I like to think I’ve been pretty sneaky.”

“Sneaky?” she echoed, arching an eyebrow.

Lewis’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I meant it. Let them ask. I’ve got my answers ready.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the warmth that spread through her at his words. “Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against hers, the touch brief but lingering. “Too late” he murmured against her mouth, making her shiver.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, studying the familiar lines of his face, the way his dark eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at her like that. And suddenly, the thought of people knowing, of sharing this part of their lives with the world, didn’t seem so daunting after all.

“One day” she said quietly, almost to herself. “One day we won’t have to hide anymore.”

Lewis’s expression softened, and he pressed another kiss to her forehead, his breath warm against her skin. “Whenever you’re ready, babe. No rush.”

She smiled at that, the sincerity in his voice making her chest ache in the best way. “Thank you” she whispered, resting her head against his shoulder, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe her.

They fell into a comfortable silence after that, the TV playing softly in the background as they finished their pasta, the city outside still alive with the energy of Paris at night.

And for a moment, everything felt simple—just the two of them, tangled up in each other, away from the prying eyes and the constant buzz of speculation.

But as she glanced up at the TV screen and saw the flashes of cameras, the images of her work, and Lewis seated in the audience, she couldn’t help but feel a quiet thrill at the thought of sharing this part of their lives.

Of letting the world see just how much he meant to her, even if it meant breaking down the careful walls they’d built.

Maybe one day, she thought again, her fingers intertwining with his.

Maybe they wouldn’t have to keep pretending they were just friends or business partners or anything other than what they were—two people who had found something rare and precious in each other, even if it wasn’t always perfect.

Lewis turned his head slightly, catching her eye with a small smile. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

She shook her head, her smile widening as she leaned up to kiss him again, this time longer, deeper. “Just thinking... how lucky I am.”

His laughter rumbled softly against her lips, his arms wrapping tighter around her. “Yeah? Well, if anyone’s the lucky one here, it’s me.”

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xzaddyzanakinx · 11 months ago

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Four: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, sexual content, pervy behavior, male masturbation, panty kink, sex daydreams [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is doing his very best, he just loves you and wants you to be comfy around him. Just let him worm his way into your heart babe [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. I’m illiterate so apologies in advance MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: July 8th

Mr. Nelson’s funeral was today, it really was a beautiful ceremony as I look back on it. Even more so when my inner self smears the background enough to bring you to the front of the mental image.

You’d spoken to the man a handful of times, but I didn’t expect you to come. When I saw you accept the invite to the event on Facebook I thought surely it was a mistake. That was until you messaged Luke and asked him to accompany you, funerals make you nervous, but feeling obligated to do something and avoiding it makes you more nervous.

So your moral support was happy to attend and fight off dear old Alan’s corpse should he rise from the casket and set his sights on you.

And I though I had irrational fears, geez babydoll, how old were you when you watched Night of The Living Dead for the first time? If I had to guess it was too young. It’s alright though I get it, you know what movie traumatized me? The Mummy. Heebied my fucking Jeebies so bad I avoided the beach on family vacations.

You’re telling me there’s not a sarcophagus under all that sand? There’s at least one under there and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Solid ground for me only, please and thank you.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I had a thought that I initially considered to be a sweet reminder of my dear friend Alan. His obituary was in the newspaper and I happened to swipe one from the guest book table at the viewing as well. Have you ever scrapbooked before? I bet you’ve at least tried it.

Well I thought it would be nice to make him a page in my journal. A little celebration of life for the man who gave me an opportunity to grow and nurture my love for you.

Then I realized mid-glue stick on the newspaper clipping that the idea was something that a clinically insane person would do.

I’m not that guy. That guy’s not me.

But the glue was already on there and it felt wrong to toss Alan’s wrinkly old face into the trash so I pasted him into my journal anyway.

Crazy people don’t know that they’re crazy. I’m well aware that little idea was less than tasteful, just felt like I should mention that.

Date:

July 28th

Anakin Skywalker hadn’t been this happy since… ever. The previous record being his discovery of you, was now toppled into second place and overshadowed by ‘Move In Day’.

He could hardly contain himself. It was a dopamine high that he would ride out until he’d drained every last drop.

The movers lugged in box after box, furniture and books, until finally they dropped off the last load and thanked Anakin for the business. He eagerly shook their hand and shoved them out. He had preparations to make.

He set up his Tv, screen mirroring the live feed of the apartment building entrance to the big screen so that he could easily keep an eye out for you while he unpacked his kitchen.

He’d planned your ‘meet-cute’ meticulously, looking to your bookshelf and streaming services to gather intel on your ideal scenario. You were an odd bird, but he liked that about you. It’s part of your charm, it’s part of the challenge. You’re not as predictable in your tastes and interests as others can be.

Anakin formulated the interaction step by step, frame by frame in the storyboard of his imagination until he had the perfect scene. His box office hit that he’d replay over and over again until the next time he stood face to face with you.

It took quite some time and a load of practice. Discarded dialogue, awkward movements that made him feel stiff and less than human when he practiced them in the mirror. Endless options of clothes, shoes, and hair.

Should he get a new piercing? He wanted to. So he did, he knew you’d like it.

It’d match the one he already had on the opposite nostril. It made him feel more complete to add something so permanent to his body, he wished he could do something similar with you. He wanted you to be permanent, so maybe it’s his subconscious’s way of telling him that this was going in the right direction.

He was on the right path. His journey of life alone was coming to a close and a new trail would reveal itself. No more rocky, unsteady tread. No more sharp turns and blind spots, no more impossible inclines.

Scraped knees and bloodied hands would be distant memories. Maybe even distant enough that he could toss them into The Pit.

He would have no need for anger or sorrow anymore.

How could he feel anything but the warm embrace of love as he strolled down the flowered path ahead with you?

Who knew that you could position one box in 83 different ways and hate every single one of them? Anakin was so thankful there weren’t any actual surveillance cameras in the apartment building. It’d be really difficult to explain why he was in the hallway for an hour with his hands on his hips, scooting a box of books a centimeter or two at a time. Turning it sideways and then making sure the book on top was perfectly positioned and would effectively fall to the ground to catch your attention.

He checked his watch nonstop, stared at his Tv screen, willing you to just hurry the fuck up before he vomited from anxiety. He’d waited months for this. If he fucked it up now he’d… well he’d probably keel over on the spot.

Which would promptly traumatize you and not even his ghost would be able to peacefully haunt you. It’s hard to peacefully haunt someone if they watched you die, or at least Anakin assumed it would be difficult. He wasn’t willing to test that theory though.

So, he puffed up his chest and walked back into his apartment and rehearsed the upcoming conversation a few more times. He needed, desperately needed to ensure his facial expressions conveyed what he wanted.

Soft, trustworthy, dependable, safe, caring.

He practiced softening his eyes, knowing sometimes he stared alittle too hard. He worked on his facial fidget; chewing on the inside of his cheek was a quick tell of his nervousness. He didn’t want to be perceived as nervous, he wanted to be confident and sure of himself so that you would be confident in your soon to blossom affection for him.

His eyebrows, that’s a hard one, but he’d meticulously watched bar goers trying to flirt. The successful ones he learned, sometimes use their eyebrows in place of questions or words. A difficult concept, but one he studied until he mastered it.

Now, the other facial expressions and mannerisms… he gathered that information from your watch lists on your streaming services. For the visible examples at least, but your books were just as helpful in describing how he should approach you, speak to you, and simply exist near you.

He hadn’t realized these things were this important until now. Standing and posture was surprisingly very, very important to women. As well as hand movements and subtle glances and minuscule changes of expression.

You were worth the time and effort it took to learn all of it. He’d read and research and practice until he couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror any longer. He was determined to make sure you were happy with the results.

He was startled by a loud ping, someone had entered to building and holy shit it was you.

Anakin shook out his hands frantically, remembering the breathing techniques he’d learned as a child, he grounded himself quickly.

It’s okay.

‘She’s gonna love you. She’ll warm up to you quickly, you know everything you need to know about her to make her comfortable and loved.’

‘There’s no way she won’t fall head over heels.’

He smoothed out his band-tee and ran his hands through his hair quickly and headed to his door that was propped open slightly. A few boxes sat in the hall, including the most important one, the one instrumental to his plan.

The apartment hallway was ridiculously tiny, which worked in his favor in this situation.

He heard you come up the stairs, counted your steps until he knew you were almost at the door, 17 and a half steps. Then he swung open the door and bent down to grab one of the boxes.

As expected, he startled you and you dropped your keys. You always wore your backpack on one shoulder, one strap. So when you quickly went to scoop up your keys, your bag swung out of place and toppled a few books from one of the boxes.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Anakin could gloat to himself about his magnificent setup later, right now he needed to woo you with his sweet words.

“Oh, sweetheart I’m sorry.” He said softly, coming over to offer you a hand up.

“It’s okay, my bad.” You laughed, taking his hand.

He managed to keep calm and collected despite his insides boiling him alive at the willing skin contact.

“No, not at all. It’s my fault for startling you like that.” He chuckled, squeezing your upper arm and using his hand already in yours to give you a small handshake. Smooth.

“I’m Anakin.” He said with a bashful smile, dropping your hand and reveling in the lingering warmth your palm left on his.

You introduced yourself in return, gesturing to his apartment door.

“So I take it that you’re my new neighbor huh?” You said, making small talk as you crouched down to pick up the books you’d knocked over.

“No I’m just a one man moving crew.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You laughed, standing up as you looked through the titles. “Hmm, you’ve got good taste.”

“You think so?” He asked, remembering to make his eyebrows swoop up toward the middle of his forehead to give a quizzical look.

“Oh yeah, this is one of my favorites.” You said, showing him the cover of The Silmarillion by Tolkien.

“Not many people actually read that one, I’m impressed.” He smiled.

“Impressed? Yeah well I’m jealous.” You laughed.

“What?” He chuckled, holding his hands out to take the other books from you.

“This is a really nice edition, it’s similar to mine. I recently lost it.” You sighed. “I think I must’ve left it the park or maybe it fell out of my bag or something.”

“Ah, that sucks… well, I mean I’ve read that one a few times now. It’s been well loved.” He said tipping the books in his arms toward the one you were holding. “Why don’t you keep it?”

He shrugged, acting nonchalant as though this didn’t mean the entire world to him and if you said no he’d sob about it later.

“You’re serious?” You asked in surprise, he was offering you a 50$ special edition book and you’d barely known him for a minute.

“Yeah, ‘course sweetheart.” He said with a cute, crooked smile. “Think of it as a… reverse house warming gift.” He chuckled.

“Thank you, I- this means a lot to me.” You said, grinning widely. “That’s real sweet of you Anakin. I owe you one.”

“No worries.” He chuckled, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it even sweetheart.” His gaze flickered quickly from your eyes to your lips, and he turned to go back into his apartment after giving you an almost-missed wink.

You stepped inside your home, and went straight to the bookshelf to put your new-to-you book where it belonged. After the fact you stood there and buffered, just staring at it.

‘There’s no way, this guy has to be too good to be true.’

But he seemed… so genuine. He didn’t ogle you, he didn’t make you feel weird or like he just felt obligated to speak to you.

He seemed to actually, really be a good guy.

Rare. Few and far of those exist in this day and age. It’s uncommon to meet someone who would do something, even as simple as giving you a used book, without expecting anything in return.

But he didn’t seem to expect anything. He didn’t seem to even expect a thank you, it was like he’d already decided he would give it to you before he even offered.

What are the odds that a hot, tattooed and pierced man moves in next door and gifts you an expensive book that just so happens to be an even better replacement for the one that you just lost? That couldn’t happen twice even if you tried to make it happen again.

What kind of second dimension did you step into? The land of dreamy men?

Diary Entry: July 28th

It’s late. But I have to write to you, it can’t wait til tomorrow.

Everything went more perfectly than I could’ve imagined. Thank you so much for being you sweet girl. It made my job of curating the scenery so much easier, you clumsy little thing. I am sorry for having to spook you though, but it worked didn’t it?

Research pays off. Always.

And of course there’s the issue of your book, I hated to see your frustration and your mad scowl when you realized it was missing from your backpack. I really did.

But I’d do it every goddamn day if I knew I’d get the same reaction out of you from giving you that new copy.

Oh god you’re… you’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You look angelic when you sleep but you look like competition for Aphrodite when you smile at me.

You smiled, grinned. You smiled all the way up to the corners of your bright and beautiful eyes. For me.

You even laughed for me.

It was so sweet I could taste it. The honey of your voice, I could fucking bathe in it. Just the sound of you speaking, knowing you were speaking to me. Really speaking to me.

In the flesh.

It’s intoxicating. It’s emboldening, it’s dangerous. I’ve never been more worked up in my life. I’m torn all to pieces from at two minute and 6 second conversation.

I think I’ll have to fucking recover from this like a damn hangover.

But what has me so drunk you might ask? Was it your laugh at my stupid jokes? Was it your perfect smile, your radiant glow, your soulful eyes? The softness of your skin or you willingness to let me touch you?

No baby. It’s how you said my name.

I wish I could’ve stayed longer, I wish I could’ve spoken to you more. But it’s so hard to concentrate when my dick is leaking precum down my leg at a rate that should probably be concerning.

The minute you closed that door I shoved those boxes into my apartment and locked the door. Took my elated ass straight to the couch and watched you in your living room, admiring your gift from me while I fucked my fist with a pair of your dirty panties in my mouth.

I couldn’t have your honeyed lips soothing my angry red cock just yet, but I sure as hell could imagine licking your gorgeous little cunt while I tasted you.

I tugged my balls and pumped my cock for over half an hour until I was a fucking mess for you in my new living room’s floor. The cool hardwood letting the heat from my flushed skin seep away from me as I came back down to earth.

I made myself dizzy. Didn’t give myself a break, didn’t slow down, just stroked my cock like the desperate little manwhore that I am for you. The only thing missing was you being there to watch me fall apart.

I think you’d like that wouldn’t you? Watching a man like me get on his knees and beg for you?

Diary Entry: July 29th

I’ve replayed that moment in my head for hours on end. The beginning always stays the same, but the ending… that’s been subject to many changes. It started off simple, we’d chat alittle longer, I’d ask you how your day was; you’d tell me it was ‘fine, thank you’.

Or you’d ask me why I decided to move in, why I chose this side of town, this side of town, this apartment building, across from you. That one always ended questionably and I’d rather not explore that one on paper.

My favorites however were the ones where you’d laugh at a stupid pick-up line and somehow we’d end up in your bed. The bed I’ve sat and watched you sleep in. Those were the best additions.

Now, I’ve been fortunate enough that you’ve been loyal, faithful and devoted to only me since the very beginning. So I don’t really have a clue what you’d actually be like in bed.

But god it’s so fun to imagine it.

You’ve got such pretty, soft skin. You let me mar it up with my teeth and soothe it with my tongue. You let me grip the pillowy flesh of your thighs to spread you open for me. You let me pinch and roll and pull your nipples until they were raw and begging for a break. You let me caress the sensitive slick covered folds between those beautiful pussy lips, plunge my fingers in as far as they’d go.

I took you from behind, watching your perky little ass bounce off my cock while I plowed into you. Your face smushed against the couch cushions and your body folded over the arm rest for me to fuck you like the good little girl that you are.

Against the wall with your arms around my neck while I’ve got my hands holding you spread open and in place by the crook of your knees. You promised you stay real still so that I could drill up into you like you deserved.

God damn. Do you know how good you look like that? Back arched against the wall, tits jiggling in my face with every thrust. Your legs pushed up and back to the sides of your torso, to pin you in place?

It was like a pretty pink flower had bloomed and spread its buttery smooth petals just for me.

Don’t even get me started on how good you suck cock. Have you ever been told you could be mistaken for a warm, wet Hoover? No? Didn’t think so cause that would be rude as hell, but I bet someone’s thought it before.

(Me. It’s me, I thought that.)

Fuck those soft lips. Fuck that smooth snake of a tongue. Fuck that tight, hot throat that just loves to take a beating from my dick.

Can’t wait to prove my imagination right.

Speaking of, my dick has been beat. Like actually. If one didn’t know any better they’d assume it’s on life support, but I’m a freak of nature. Cumming upwards of 16 times in the span of 40ish hours would probably put a weaker man in a hospital bed. Or maybe a psych ward.

But I am not a weak man even if my dick feels raw. I’d still fuck you if you asked.

I’d be curious to know if I’d be able to stave off cumming longer from all the abuse or if I’d be so fucking sensitive that I wouldn’t make it in half an inch.

Probably the latter.

Diary Entry: August 2nd

Being so close to you is killing me. Truly it is.

You’ve sunken your claws so deeply into my very soul and you don’t even realize it. It’s torture. To you, I’m just the new guy, nice dude who gave you a book. But to me? You’re my entire world.

I’ve been told I have the personality of a guard dog. Soft and squishy on the inside, dangerous and fierce on the outside. Which I suppose could be true, but really I think it’s for a different reason. For a human, a dog is one small but very impactful blip in your life. But for the dog? You are it’s life.

Am I comparing myself to a dog right now? Yes I am.

I’ll beg for you to throw me the scraps of your affections until you finally toss me a bone.

Bark.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’ve been trying my best to give you space. To plan accordingly and in advance. I have our next two interactions simmering on the back burner.

I know that if I go too hard, too fast, you’ll be overwhelmed. That’s the last thing I want. I never want to be the thing that causes you stress, I want to siphon it from you. So, in one week I will set out to help you with a few of your errands and plant a few seeds.

But until then, we have late night snacks and couch chats with Boogie.

I’ve also been doing- you guessed it- more research to do with helpful vitamins and medicines. You’ve responded so well to your SleepyTime tea and since I’ve started making sure your birth control packet is plainly visible in the countertop basket directly beneath that cabinet, you’ve been taking it so well.

I’m so proud of you sweetheart, that’s my girl, look at you taking care of yourself. You’ve done so well in fact, that it’s in my personal opinion that you have earned a very special reward.

Anakin sat on his couch, the live feed of your living room screen mirrored to his Tv. He was watching you cook dinner, he knew you’d be making a stir fry. He’d seen it in your planner, so he’d taken the liberty of ordering himself the same, it’d be here any minute. As would your good friend Sam.

Anakin had originally burned red hot with jealousy at the thought of you inviting a man over to your apartment, that he hadn’t vetted via social media and a quick drop-in. But he was relieved to discover that Sam was just a girl from your book club.

This wasn’t one of his well thought out plans, this was decided upon this morning after you’d returned from book club. So, he was anxious to see if his hunches served him well. Sam seemed like a punctual gal, at least from what he’d seen on social media and the text messages between the two of you from weeks/months before.

Anakin had the wonderful idea to log into your cell service providers website to pull your deleted messages from their data bank. You really should have better passwords.

The thing he was most worried about was his door dasher arriving on time. It was rare that one was too far off on arrival time, but it would be his shit luck and lack of planning that could ruin this little glimpse of you.

The minutes ticked by and he was alerted to the new motion sensors he’d placed near the LED pathway lights on the paved entrance to the apartment building. He quickly switched over to the hallway feed at the front door, seeing that it was his door dasher.

Damn you Trevor. How dare you get there before Sam.

Not to worry, he’d call for the door code and Anakin wouldn’t answer the first time. It wasn’t much but it would buy him a few seconds.

Though it seemed to be that luck was on his side as it often was when it came to you. Sam was so kind, kind enough to let the delivery guy into the building. Which is technically a security concern but Trevor didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d be able to remember a 6 digit door code.

He was too busy staring at your friends ass to pay attention to the numbers she entered anyway.

The footsteps approached your door and his, Anakin waited until he heard Sam knock on your door before he opened his. Trevor stood patiently as Anakin slowly counted out his tip in cash and thankfully you were quick to let your friend inside. After the exchange was complete Anakin gave you a smile and wave.

He could’ve had a heart attack at the response you gave him.

A flirty little finger waggle and smile.

He had to remind himself to breathe and keep his expression a happy-neutral. He’d hate for you to see his blushing cheeks this early on.

“Have a good night girls.” He said as he closed his door and to his surprise you actually answered.

“You too!”

If he weren’t confident that you were a sweet and loving soul, he’d think you were trying to kill him with the siren song of your voice.

Stir fry had never tasted so fucking good.

Diary Entry: July 8th

Grocery day baby, here I come.

I love that you’re so predictable. I love that you’re so fucking cute and always try to strong arm your groceries in one trip. I love that it takes at least two good whacks to the trunk of your shitty old Nissan to properly close it.

It’s cute to watch you struggle with it, the annoyed huffs and angry scowl.

I thought you’d combust on the spot once when your paper grocery bag of flour and sugar ripped open and sent a plume of flour up on your black jeans. The parking lot was very empty and I was very glad because I’d hate for someone to have seen the cursing contest you had with yourself as you picked up your spilled items. Very unladylike you know. But it’s you so I don’t mind, I just like to hear you talk.

It’s almost time. I’ve been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes. Gotta account for the traffic on highway 76. Do you really have to shop all the way out there just because of the Whole Foods? C’mon baby they have the same shit at Kroger.

I’ve been watching your little blue dot on my phone and you’re rounding the corner so I’ll write you later doll.

I love you.

You pulled into the parking lot and sat in your car for a moment. Giving yourself the much need quiet to decompress from your work day and the grocery trip. After you’d checked your messages and scrolled for a moment you decided it was time to head inside before your frozen foods got… not so frozen.

You popped the trunk and fumbled with the faulty latch, your fingers feeling blindly under the metal lip until it finally detached and you were able to open the trunk.

You took a deep breath and scolded yourself for buying the extra few things that could’ve waited till next time. Second trips are for wimps and you weren’t one. So you loaded up your left arm bag by bag until you heard a humored puff of air and the beep of a car locking behind you.

“Need a hand sweetheart?” Anakin grinned, shoving his keys into his front pocket.

He waltzed over and took a few bags off your hands without waiting for a response. It took you aback, not because he hadn’t waited for permission, but because of the way he exuded an odd charm that made you falter.

“Anakin, really it’s alright I can get it.” You said, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion by his kind gesture.

“Mmm no, this seems like a two man mission sweet girl.” He smiled, gathering up a few the last few bags from the trunk and shutting it with one solid push.

“You really don’t have to-“

“I know I don’t have to.” He said tilting his head toward the apartment building to encourage you to walk with him. “I want to.”

“Thank you, that’s… thanks.” You smiled, a light blush creeping across your cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, tapping in the door code and holding it open for you despite holding many more bags than you.

Something about the low tone of voice or maybe just the way he looked at you with his icey blue eyes… just sent a chill down your spine. A quick one that was gone in an instant, replaced by a warm glow in the center of your chest.

“Guess chivalry’s not dead.” You joked.

“I’m no knight.” He laughed, “but you’re sure as hell a princess.”

‘Oh that was smooth.’ You thought, trying to ignore the heat at the bottom of your stomach.

What is happening? How on earth can one man be so… everything? Kind, caring, chivalrous and gorgeous to boot.

You felt a wave of embarrassment at the squeaky giggle you let out. He had you tore up from one little comment.

True to the gentleman he seemed to be, he chose not to push it and tease you about your beet red cheeks. He just waited patiently for you as you unlocked your door.

“Do you want me to bring these in for you?” He asked, watching your movements closely.

“Oh that would be great.” You said in relief, leading him into your kitchen.

“Cute little place.” He said, looking around the kitchenette and over to the living room.

He sat down your bags on the counter and started unloading them neatly into rows.

“Oh, you-“

“Mmm mmm.” He shook his head with a smirk, “Just let me help, it’s no big deal.”

You let out a puff of air in an amused sort of amazement and pulled out your little step stool to open up the cabinets. Anakin snickered from behind you as you stepped up and started putting things away.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder and almost said something snarky until you realized he was folding your paper grocery bags in the same way that you always do.

“Huh.” You laughed. “I thought I was the only one who did that.”

“Did what?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“Fold the bags.” You said, turning back around to continue placing your things where they belonged.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I dunno it’s just a habit I guess. Fits better in that stupid slot on the recycling bin this way.”

“Yeah I never really understood why they made them that way? I guess so people don’t just shove other trash in there.” You mused.

“Mmhm probably.” He agreed, stacking them neatly and gathering it in his hands. “Do you want me to take these out back for you?”

“I can do-“ You stopped yourself when Anakin raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side with a crooked smirk.

You sighed and gave him a downturned smile. “Yes, I would love for you to take them out back for me.”

“Good girl.” He nodded, clicking his tongue and heading for the door. “See ya princess.”

After he shut the door you let yourself breathe alittle easier, blowing out the air in a short puff through your nose. Maybe even letting a little smile cross your lips before you finished up your task.

You’d be thinking about that low rumble of his voice later. Good girl? Shit.

PART FIVE

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Learn to Take "No" for an Answer

Alastor x Reader (Queer-Platonic)

Alastor was often a busy man, but he always managed to keep tabs on you. The moment your heart rate started to increase, he could feel it. He’d stopped what he was doing immediately and went off to find you. The moment he saw you surrounded by Sinners, with Vox at the center, he was ready to initiate a massacre.

But instead, he watched as you held your own, not once swaying from your opinions.

Once you tackled Vox to the ground, though, Alastor knew he needed to step in. He knew you could definitely hold your own for now, but you were not powerful enough to combat Vox if he retaliated. He only wished he’d been able to watch you stab that knife through Vox’s throat…

A few minutes earlier...

Humming to yourself, you skillfully sidestepped a bloody corpse on the sidewalk. Sometimes all you needed was a nice walk to clear your head. Today, the walk improved your mood immensely. The only thing that could make it better was if Alastor started one of his broadcasts. You knew it was unlikely to happen, but that didn't stop you from glancing up at the speakers above the streets in hopes they'd turn on.

You passed by the VoxTek TV display, pausing to watch the news highlights. Another turf war on the other side of the city, an ad for some sort of imp hitman business, clips from the latest episode of Hell’s Next Top Idol. Anything owned by VoxTek wasn’t allowed in the hotel, which meant you didn’t have access to all the media you would’ve liked. Sometimes, watching the TV display was the closest thing you got.

“Like what you see?” A tall figure suddenly appeared behind you. The small group of Sinners who’d also crowded around the TV display suddenly burst into exclamations and talking.

Turning around, you found yourself looking up at Vox's flatscreen face, causing you to grimace.

“Oh, come now, don’t be like that. I expected better from Alastor’s little pet.” Vox was grinning slyly, arms behind his back with authority. “I have a proposition for you, sweetheart.”

“If you’re here to ask me to watch Al for you, the answer is ‘no.’” Glaring, you attempted to find a way out of the crowd circling around you and Vox, but the wall of Sinners had increased, becoming impenetrable.

Vox rolled his eyes. “Of course not, hot stuff. I’m not an idiot. Alastor doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t,” you shrugged. “Regardless, I really should be on my way.”

Even with that statement, the crowd of Sinners didn’t move. They were all watching Vox, enamored with the scene playing out in front of you. As your heart rate increased, you could only hope that Alastor would notice.

“We should talk some more, sweetheart. You’re such a handsome little thing.” One of Vox’s hands reached towards your face, caressing your cheek. “If you ditched that old-fashioned prick and came with me instead, I think you’d find yourself much better off.”

Clenching your jaw, you angled your face out of Vox’s grasp. “I'm doing just fine as I am right now, thanks.” You made your voice cold, desperately trying to get your disinterest across.

“Don’t be so sure.” Vox raised an artificial eyebrow. “I could give you more than Alastor ever could. Join me, and you can become one of Hell’s most powerful Overlords.”

The talking from the surrounding crowd grew louder, people taking pictures and recording the confrontation. The idea that Vox just asked to share his power with some random Sinner was crazy to the rest of the public. It wouldn’t take very long for word to travel all throughout Hell. The idea of your face plastered across cell phones and TV screens across the city made you nervous. Not to mention, you’d have to report to Vox, and he was an asshole.

“I'm not interested,” you ground out, keeping your back straight to feign confidence.

Vox scoffed. “Playing hard to get, are we?” He was grinning. “You look so fucking hot when you’re pissed off.”

Silently, you were begging someone, anyone, to come and rescue you. You couldn’t guarantee that you could keep your composure much longer. “I’m not interested,” you repeated, just as sternly.

“Aww, are you mad, sweetheart?” Vox cooed mockingly. “Upset your owner isn’t here to save you? If you came with me, you’d never have to worry about being on your own.”

In a flash, your hands twitched and a knife was suddenly being held to Vox’s throat. You’d tackled him to the ground, the sharp blade reflecting your bright eyes. His eyes were wide, clearly not expecting you to retaliate.

“Call me sweetheart again and I’ll castrate you, you flat-faced fuck.”

“Oh my!” A dark shadow appeared behind you, quickly followed by Alastor’s tall figure. Despite his smile, you could clearly see he was just as pissed as you were. “Darling, is Vox bothering you?”

“Not anymore.” You pressed the knife closer to his neck, allowing a few droplets of blood to slide down the knife before withdrawing. Licking the blood off the blade, you gave Vox a dark grin. “You taste like battery acid. No wonder no one wants you.”

Alastor laughed heartily. “How true! Come along, my dear! Charlie is probably wondering where we are.” Placing your arm in his, you allowed Alastor to escort you away from the now-silent crowd.

“I fucking hate that guy,” you snarled once you’d gotten a few blocks away.

“A nuisance, surely,” Alastor agreed. “I must say, you handled that wonderfully. Quite an entertaining display.”

Smiling lightly, you found yourself flushed at the compliment. “It was nothing. He just needed to learn to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

Chuckling, Alastor matched your smile. “I’m sure you got the point along just fine, dearest. And if he didn’t…” Alastor’s face darkened, smile turning sinister. Now it was your turn to laugh, and that was how you walked into the hotel, giggling at each other like a couple of teenage girls.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #rhys-writes #hazbin hotel vox #vox is kind of an asshole ngl #reader hates vox fr #alastor x reader queerplatonic

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andy-wm · 4 months ago

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AYS Behind the scenes: behind the paywall

Now that the Disney+ episodes are complete (sob), my attention is firmly fixed on my mailbox as I wait impatiently for the AYS photobook and QR code.

I was always going to buy the Jikook photobook, even though I doubt there will be much we haven't already seen in the episodes. But the inclusion of the QR code was the clincher.

I must admit, Hybe locking up the behind the scenes for AYS was not on my bingo sheet.

Making behind/additional clips available on Bangtan TV would have been more in line with their regular MO. We don't generally have to pay for what really amounts to outtakes.

Okay, yes, we have to pay for behind cuts of Run BTS, but the actual episodes are free. With everything else the behind clips are included when you buy the series (I'm thinking of BV, ITS, and concert boxed sets).

In fact I can't think of any other time a behind/ bonus clip hasn't been available to fans who pay for the main content.

Maybe it is because Hybe was only contracted to deliver 8 episodes to Disney+ and the price was fixed. Maybe they saw an easy way to make the series more profitable.

We know they will take any opportunity to lighten our wallets.

But I think there's more to it

Let's talk business:

If Hybe wanted to make money from this, having the sale point directly on Weverse would make more sense. That way anyone could buy it any time without having to buy the photobook as well. Even if they charged just a few $$ for these extra clips, the return could be substantial over time. Long tail products can be very lucrative and Hybe clearly knows this - they have heaps of old footage for sale on Weverse. Since they're hosting the content already, it makes sense to keep that 'buy now' button active and let the dollars trickle in.

So why reduce the potential pool of buyers? Why limit this to those who buy the photobook??

Well, let's consider who is going to buy the photobook?

Who is going to fork out US$28 plus postage for a keepsake of these two on their third honeymoon?

I doubt OT7 ARMYs would buy it. Even ARMYs who bias JM or JK - if they aren't part of the SGMB they probably don't want it either.

Solos sure as hell don't want it - they are probably wishing the whole thing never happened... sucks to be them haha

Who really wants to see these two living their best lives together?

We do!

And by we, I mean Jikook supporters.

People who want to see more of this:

and this

And this

We are the people who will buy this photobook (and probably never look at it more than once, let's be honest)

But let's get back to the topic at hand....

The photobook/behind combo seems like a chicken/egg situation to me.

Which came first - as a concept - the photobook or the behind clips?

Did they decide to offer a photobook, and then think of adding the extra footage to make it more appealing?

Or vice versa?

Did they decide to make the behind clips, and think of the photobook afterwards?

Hard to say, since behind clips have always been a thing and recently Hybe is putting out photobooks for everything.

But I think I have a fair idea

Consider the price point for this photobook - it's the same price as most of the others produced recently: +-US$28.

AYS photobook & behind is the same price as the Photo-Folios, Tae's Type 1 (magazine version) photobook, and the Beyond The Stage photobook

🗣 So they aren't charging any extra for the behind footage?

No, they aren't. They're basically giving it to the buyers of the photobook as a gift.

🗣 Could they be making money off it?

Yes, the could.

Long tail, remember?

Looking at the profit-making potential, it makes WAY more sense for Hybe to offer the behind footage on Weverse for a few meagre dollars and... wait for their ship to come in...

See what I did there? hahahhaha (laughing by myself)

They really aren't making any money off this!

how unlike Hybe...

So why go to the effort of setting up QR codes and putting it behind a paywall? It costs money to host content this way. They are in fact SPENDING money to bring us this footage.

Not only through the hosting costs there are also production costs to consider.

Wouldn't it make more sense to just freely share it with ARMY via Bangtan TV? Or not release it at all?

Yes, it would...

So there's only one logical answer...

Hybe has chosen to make the content available - but also make it just that little bit more difficult to access.

This whole exercise seems to be about releasing additional footage without releasing it to the general public. It's being shared specifically with those of us who support them.

Does that mean we'll see slightly more personal content?

Maybe it's a little more revealing of their undeniable bond and their hot chemistry...?

Whatever they contain, these behind clips are definitely for a limited audience - and purposefully so.

The only reason for it, that I can think of, is to safeguard Jimin and Jungkook from too much scrutiny and criticism - from within the fandom (unfortunately) and outside of it.

We will find out in a few days I guess.

In the meantime, I'm camped out by my mailbox

#kookmin #jeon jungguk #park jimin #jikook #국민 #true love #jikook ays #jikook are you sure

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smilesession · 10 days ago

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i was working at the theater last night during a live local performance of Rent; I do not have any special feelings for Rent and knew absolutely nothing about it until last night so this post isn’t really motivated by nostalgia or the sanctity of the art or anything. an entirely neutral observation:

i entered the theater during the last musical number to be ready to turn the lights on and raise the curtains, and saw an old couple sitting towards the back, and the woman was watching something on a little tablet. it looked to me at first like a zoomed-in video of someone taking a sort of grabbing-device to carpet, picking out crumbs. this bewildering nonrecognition made me keep watching over her shoulder until i realized she was watching a video under the genre Pimple Popping. it was a set of tweezers being taken to pores in skin and pulling out strings of white pus, over and over, sped-up. a without any deviation, minutes upon minutes of wormy spools of pus being pulled out of pores. onstage the performance ended and most of the crowd rose in applause. for politeness sake i applauded for the show, but my eyes kept drifting back to the woman watching the pus video. she had no reaction to the show’s conclusion and continued, focus unbroken, watching pus being extracted from skin. i shared a secret with her; no one else in the room but her and i knew this was transpiring. i was the only witness to her judgment made that this pus video was more engaging than the labors and skilled effort going on, one that she either paid to see or that a blood relative of hers was involved in. like the meme of “[thing] is boring af” where someone watches family guy clips, but in realtime in the most astonishingly and unimaginably gruesome way

for some reason this has shaken me to my core. it would have been simply rude if she was watching a tv show, reading an ebook, or texting on the device during the show. but the nature of the pus video in particular as opposed to another distracted activity is just fucking harrowing. other distracted activities, while rude, would have conveyed some sort of conscious decision-making or exertion of free will; the family guy meme example even feels like it implicitly references having free will over your circumstances. but I can’t help but see this puspulling incident as evidence that screen-use is actually and actively diminishing of free will, something utterly artificial and inhuman, actively stealing something from the cognition of its user. actively stealing their time, actively stealing their ability to be really-actually-living in the sense of a mind inside a body existing within a space where things are happening, and replacing it with pus video

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cera-writes · 7 months ago

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I’ve been on a recent X-men evolution obsession and like-

Headcannons for X-men Evolution!Kurt Wagner x Gn!reader that’s human and knows he’s a superhero but doesn’t really care? Like they’re just confused on how nobody else realizes Kurt and his friends are the x-men- (Like they don’t where no masks no nothin😭)

A/N: Riiiiight? LOL. Yeah, I can think of quite a few!

X-Men Evolution! Kurt Wagner x GN!Reader (Superhero Obliviousness)

Headcanons:

You first met Kurt at Bayville High, drawn to his quiet demeanor and dry wit. You never saw his demonic tail or sulfur scent as anything but...quirks.

One random afternoon, you saw a news report about a giant Sentinel robot attacking the city. Guess who was teleporting around it with a blue furry friend? You just stared, then shrugged and went back to your homework.

You become Kurt's confidante. He vents about the X-Men's crazy missions, frustrated that no one seems to recognize them. You listen patiently, offering support, but mostly confusion.

Phrases you use a lot:

"Wait, wasn't that... wasn't that you on TV fighting a giant metal thing?" (Kurt: 👁️👄👁️)

"So, like, why doesn't anyone else see you guys teleporting around in broad daylight?" (Kurt: 🙃)

"You're telling me the whole school doesn't know you have a tail? Have you considered... brighter clothes?" (Kurt: 😐)

You become the X-Men's unofficial "civilian consultant." You help them strategize normal people things, like disguises (which they desperately need) and blending in.

Kurt finds your obliviousness endearing. You're the one constant who sees him for who he is, not a demon or a superhero, just Kurt.

You do get worried when they leave for missions. Kurt, bless his furry heart, tries to downplay the danger, but you see the fear in his eyes.

Eventually, you confront Professor X. It's a polite but firm conversation about the utter lack of secrecy. Professor X is surprised, then impressed by your deduction skills. Maybe you could be a strategist someday? (You politely decline.)

Dating life:

Public dates are a nightmare. You constantly have to steer conversations away from the giant robots Kurt keeps "accidentally" bumping into.

Movie nights become a game of "spot the X-Men cameo." Bonus points if you can guess their power being used.

Cuddling sessions often involve Kurt teleporting in exhausted from a mission, tail twitching nervously. You just hold him close, whispering reassurances.

You're the ultimate hype person for the X-Men, even if no one else knows it. You're secretly keeping a scrapbook of their "heroic deeds" (news clippings with doodles and witty captions. You've even sketched their faces and made silly comics about them).

Overall, your relationship with Kurt is a hilarious mix of obliviousness and deep affection. You may not understand the superhero life, but you'll always be there for Kurt.

#xmen #x men 97 #xmen evolution #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner x reader #gender neutral y/n

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exhuastedpigeon · 1 month ago

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I was tagged by @butchdiaz to do a 2024 fic roundup! In 2024 I posted 29 fics for a total of 201,143 words, which is the most I've ever posted to Ao3 in a single year (that that doesn't count the 75k wip I have in the works right now or the other 40k of wips I have, don't look at me). In 2024 I also posted my favourite fic I've ever written and posted a fic every month.

January

one is one too many, one more is never enough (2.2k | teen) Hangovers, drunken love confessions, getting together

They say hangovers get worse as you get older. Buck never believed that until his first hangover in his thirties hit him like a fucking freight train. He’d spent the entire day moving between the couch and the bathroom throwing up and had vowed to never get that drunk again.

every road and every highway led me right back to your door (Teen) Accidental baby acquisition, magic!Stiles

Derek would like it noted that he had been in way worse situations before. He would like that on the official record. His current predicament honestly doesn’t even make the top five worst situations he’s ever been in. It might not even make the top ten.

if you keep reachin' out (then I'll keep comin' back) (2k | teen) Rescue, minor injury, hurt!Eddie

“Don’t make me jealous,” Buck said, leaning in close and tugging at Eddie’s clips like he hadn’t already tested them three times.

“I would never,” Eddie winked, relishing the way Buck blushed. It probably wasn’t the best idea to flirt with Buck before a rescue but Eddie couldn’t help himself. He’d been struggling with keeping his feelings for Buck locked down for months now, maybe even longer if he was honest with himself.

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time (2.2k | Explicit) Established relationship, closet sex

“Can I help you?” Eddie asked, fighting back a smile because Buck looked a little bit like he’d just swallowed a lemon. He was pretty sure Buck wasn’t in here to touch his dick, not with that look on his face.

February

there ain't no turning back (28.3k | Explicit) Road trips, mutual pining, sharing a bed, future fic

Eddie let out a yelp when he finally took in the room. It was a two queen room, white blankets, a TV, a desk and chair near the window, nothing about the furniture was strange, except for the fact that Buck was lounging on the bed closest to the windows, his legs crossed at the ankles, feet clad in MIT socks that he’d gotten for himself the day Chris sent his application in because Buck was that confident he’d get in.

March

lay your cards down, down, down (6.3k | Mature) Bachelor party, woke up married, friends to husbands

At that moment a few things happened at once that all felt equality important. Buck noticed a black ring on Eddie’s ring finger. Buck felt Eddie’s hard cock pressed against his hip. And Buck saw a matching black ring on his own ring finger. Maybe it was silly to put Eddie’s hard cock at the same level as what looked a lot like wedding rings, but it felt just as important as the other two observations.

Baby, take me (4.4k | Explicit) Fluff and smut, bachelor party, love confessions

“Pretty sure I turned it off just fine last night,” Eddie said with a smirk that went straight to Buck’s cock, already half hard just from the way Eddie’s stubble is dragging across his skin. “Is that how I get you to stop thinking?”

I want to be your fantasy (maybe you could be mine) (7.2k | Explicit) Bachelor party, pole dancing, former stripper Eddie

“I’m going to be really good at this class,” Eddie said, his voice low. “Because one of my jobs before moving to L.A. was stripping. You’re the first person who didn’t work at the club or go to the club to know that and I’d prefer if it stayed that way.”

April

ain't no lie (bi bi bi) (8.6k | explicit) Eddie/Tommy, friends with benefits, jealous!Buck, pre-relationship Buddie

Eddie fools around with Tommy, Buck is jealous, Tommy's just trying to have a good time

kiss him once for me (935 words | gen) Feelings realization, pining, pre-relationship Buddie

Nothing changed between them. Or at least, nothing changed until he sees Buck and Tommy kiss.

give your heart and soul to charity (12.5k | teen) Character study, Catholic guilt, coming out, getting together

Eddie dumps God, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself.

wipe your mouth when you done (4.1k | Mature) Hockey AU, hockey fights, injury recovery

Buck would like it on record that he didn’t go looking for the video of Eddie’s fight with Jonah Greenway because he didn’t even know Eddie had gotten in a fight with Jonah Greenway. Ravi sent the video into the group chat with the comment that “Fans are weirdly horny over fights” and no other context.

May

keep on whispering in my ear (2.1k | explicit) Drunk hookups, infidelity, pre-relationship buddie

Eddie and Buck get extremely drunk at Chim's bachelor party and hook up

June

I'll Show You Magic (7k | explicit) Alternate universe - magic, witch!Eddie, Witch!Buck, different first meeting

"Who the hell are you?" Buck asks before his brain to mouth filter is fully online.

"Eddie," The guy - Eddie - says with an amused little smile pulling at his mouth. "I'm guessing you're Buck. Lucy said you’d be coming in and that you don't have much of a filter."

July

so far away but still so near (6.2k | Teen) Eddie & Lucy & Ravi friendship, personal growth, coming out

In which Eddie Diaz learns who he is outside of being a father, builds some new friendships, and loves his best friend

loves a game, wanna play? (57.5k | Mature) Love Island AU, Post S7, the silliest thing I've ever written

In the aftermath of Chris leaving for the summer, Buck convinces Eddie they should apply for Love Island together.

August

baby, get me off again (2.4k | Explicit) Lutalia, casual sex, praise kink, semi-public sex

“Natalia Dollenmeyer.”

“I remember,” Lucy turned in her seat so she was facing Natalia. “At the risk of sounding like a bad pickup artist, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing alone in a bar like this.”

from the ashes (5.6k | teen) Art as therapy, Eddie fic, getting together, self discovery

A call at an art studio inspires Eddie to take an art class, it turns out he kind of loves it.

September

I can fix that (4.2k | Mature) Flirting, teasing, pining, Eddie's moustache, home improvement

“What’s what?” Eddie asked, but the smile tugging at his mouth, the smile that was just slightly obscured by the hottest mustache Buck had ever fucking seen, told Buck Eddie knew exactly what he was talking about.

how to slay a dragon (2k | gen) Uncle Eddie, babysitting, Jee-Yun, playing make believe

Buck didn't know what to expect when he walked into the Han house. He definitely hadn’t expected to see Eddie sitting on the floor with Jee in front of him carefully french braiding her hair. He also hadn’t expected Eddie to be wearing a pink sparkly tiara. He definitely hadn’t expected Eddie to smile up at Buck when he saw him with soft eyes, eyes that didn’t feel like looking into an ocean of sadness, and carefully tie the end of one of the braids he was working on with a little bow.

The Pink Fairy (2.6k | teen) Magic!Stiles, mystery, banter

“Derek Hale, as I live and breathe,” Stiles grinned at him, leaning his elbows on the bar so he could get closer to Derek. It wasn’t loud, not yet. Not at 4pm, but Stiles had never really figured out how to stay out of Derek’s personal space. Apparently, years of distance between them hadn’t magically solved that for him.

the cat's meow (4.2k | explicit) Cats, love confessions, hand jobs

Eddie adopts a cat and let's himself have good things.

October

Gimme S'more (1.8k | Teen) Fluff, s'mores, flirting

“Damn, you’re right,” Buck’s laugh was bright. He’s been brighter in the last month, since Bobby finally got the captain's seat back and since Chris came home. Since basically everything that was royally fucking their lives up and the team’s lives finally ended.

Sweet as Pumpkin Pie (2.3k | Gen) Uncle Eddie, Uncle Buck, pumpkin patches, Jee-Yun, fluff

“That’s pretty cool,” Eddie said and Jee nodded at both of them, her hair already coming out of the little pigtails that Maddie had put it in when they picked her up. “How many pumpkins do you think it took to build it?”

“A billion!” Jee yelled, running through the pumpkin house with a giggle.

A-maze-ing (2.7k | Teen) Corn maze, fluff, autumn

“Would you want t-to go with me? To the haunted pumpkin patch?” Buck asked, sounding way too nervous for asking Eddie to go to a pumpkin patch. Unless - Unless.

Unless Buck wasn’t just asking him to go to a pumpkin patch. Unless Buck was asking Eddie on a date to the pumpkin patch. Eddie felt something warm and fizzy bubbling in his chest. He kind of felt like he might bubble up and float away, so filled with joy at the prospect of Buck asking him out. Of Buck wanting him that way.

all dressed up (with somewhere to go) (3.4k | Teen) Mistaken Identity, getting together, making out, fluff and humor

“Hey,” Buck grinned when he reached Spider-man, grabbing him by the wrist to turn him around. He peeled the mask up just enough to kiss him. That was weird too, he’d never had to lean down to kiss Tommy before, even if it was only by an inch. Maybe the boots Buck was wearing had a bigger sole than he’d realized.

The kiss didn’t feel like Tommy either, his lips were softer and fuller than usual, but Buck chalked that up to the tequila. It was a good kiss though, that was the thing. It was a great kiss. He didn’t want to stop kissing him and actually, he didn’t have to. Buck wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss, groaning just a little when he felt Tommy wrap his arms around Buck too.

“Evan?”

November

please don't go (646 words | Gen) 8x08 Coda, inspired by fanart, pining

"Don't go."

The words are trapped in a cage at the back of Buck's throat. Every time he's opened his mouth in the last week he's had to speak around them. He feels like a tiger pacing his enclosure, like he's going to snap at the bars if anyone gets too close.

December

I should be pushing daisies (5.5k | Teen) Character study, light angst, love confessions, happy ending, extend metaphors

“I miss you so much, man,” Eddie says as easy as anything. Like those words don’t have the power to breathe life back into Buck’s body and steal that breath back at the same time. “It’s dumb but - I guess I didn’t realize how ingrained you are in my life until suddenly you weren’t there.”

“I-I miss you too,” Buck manages to say, though he has no idea if he sounds normal or if he sounds like there’s an anvil on his chest.

I took a little journey to the unknown (4.1k | Teen) Hurt Eddie, dreams, medical inaccuracies, holding hands, love confessions

Eddie groans, his tongue feels too big for his mouth and his thoughts are moving slowly, like they’re trying to wade through pudding and getting stuck on the way to his mouth.

“I-it’s okay, you don’t have to talk,” Buck says and the comforting warmth is back on Eddie’s hand. The only thought that rings clearly through his head is that Buck’s hand is safe. Buck is going to keep him safe. “Just - can you squeeze my hand if you’re awake?”

That feels nearly impossible, his body feels like lead, heavy and useless, but for Buck he can try. He focuses and squeezes as tightly as he can - it’s not very tight, but that doesn’t seem to matter when Buck lets out a long breath and then a choked sob.

no pressure tagging @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @queerdiazs @thekristen999 @glorious-spoon

@jeeyuns @vanmarkus @actualalligator @elvensorceress @sibylsleaves

@rainbow-nerdss @organizedstardust @spotsandsocks @shitouttabuck @generatorkitty

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@lonelychicago @monsterrae1 @dangerpronebuddie

#i wrote so much this year holy shit #2024 fic roundup #long post #buddie #my fic #my writing

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inkk-tv · 1 month ago

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[ ꜰᴏᴏᴛʙᴀʟʟ ᴘᴜʙ ɢᴏʟꜰ : ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ]

Chris plants his forehead on the table, taking a deep breath as he watches the astro turf. He’s well gone, but Lucy and Arthur, who is now just drawing shapes on the inside of her forearm, aren’t much better off. “You two are going to bankrupt me.”

“We’ll put the fund towards a muzzle.” Lucy says off handedly, swiping the marker, and Arthur’s hand to draw a three-by-three grid on his skin.

in which: Chris attempts to not have another life crisis during a pub golf video and is failing miserably.

3.7k words [ part one ] [ masterlist ] [ part three ]

[oc x arthurtv x chrismd]

[warnings: Excessive drinking, sexual innuendos and light sexual content]

Chris is torn.

Logically, he knows football pub golf is a content gold mine. It could easily be one of the best videos of the year, especially with the team line ups. On the other hand, the last time Chris filmed a pub golf for Chip's channel some eight months ago, it ended with him so fucked he'd uprooted his entire life twenty four hours later.

Mid to late twenties was not a good time to have a sexuality crisis - and Chris speaks from experience. Why it took 11 drinks and joking that he'd shag his best mate for space hopper-ing over a bollard to realise he genuinely wanted to snog him silly, Chris isn't sure.

In retrospect, he'd probably fancied Arthur way back in sixth form, sitting with him in every class, dragging the poor bloke to join his football team. The biting should have been a hint. 'Cuteness aggression', as a session of hungover googling informed him, is horribly common. Chris was so torn up about it all that he talks it over with Shannon the night after, when he's not sure if the urge to vomit is from nerves, guilt or the hangover.

He tries to tell her that it doesn't have to change things, that he still loves her. But she still calls it off.

He can't really be mad at her for that, so it's amicable. The two of them weren't built to last much longer anyway; if marriage was in the cards, Shannon wouldn't get snippy anytime her mother brought it up and Chris wouldn't feel nauseous every time he saw an advert for rings. If they were destined for 'forever', talk of marriage wouldn't sound like an expiration date.

Chris spends a couple of months sorting out all his shit and takes a long hard look at his own feelings.

Everyone is sort of weird about the break-up. For a while they all sort of act like it's temporary. Once he puts out a statement though, his friends take that as confirmation that it's actually over. Arthur -Hill not TV- and George take him out drinking a few times as self declared experts in heartbreak and the single life. Their ventures have the three of them planning to move in together when their leases expire in October. Harry corrals him onto a few dating apps and Chris humours him because how is he supposed to tell the guy that women are the last thing on his mind and that he's head over heels (and possibly in love with) one of their mates, who is noticeably a bloke.

At least this time the pub golf is for his channel, so if there's another earth-shattering life crisis, he can edit it out at the least. Save himself the embarrassment of seeing the clip every few weeks on TikTok. Luckily, Chris is not the kind of man who loses all impulse control when faced with a couple of pints.

He is admittedly two shots up already and they've only just settled at hole four. If anything's going to set their team back, it's this. Chris knows the moment he sees Jamie, his production assistant, walk out with a tray of wine-glasses all of which were bordering on over-filled with rosé.

"Oh god," Lucy groans, her head pitching forwards to thud onto the table. Jamie just smiles as he places the three glasses around the halo of blonde hair. Her next complaint comes out muffled. "Why wine? I can't do wine."

"Come on, Luce." Chris grabs her shoulders to drag her back up straight, shaking them a few times for good measure. "Where's all that team spirit gone?"

"Come on En-ga-land, Score some fucking goals." She quotes, putting on the thick northern accent for it.

Seeing as Chris is a little too far gone to keep explaining the rules at each pub without hurling insults at his friends, Jamie's the one who does it this round, citing that each drink must be fed by a teammate.

"I got a great trick for this one," There's a bit of a slur to Arthur's words, but that could just be him and not the alcohol. Then again, he did do a shot when they got to the pub ‘for fun’ which will most definitely bite them in the arse. "We hold hands and squeeze depending on ho-"

Arthur hiccups halfway through his sentence and it's enough to get a snort out of Chris and devolve Lucy into giggles as he continues. " -how, how much you want."

Chris goes first, and Arthur’s hand is warm in his own as he pours the wine into his mouth.

Although, when it’s Arthur’s turn and Lucy grabs the wine glass off the table, she frowns. “You’re too tall for this.”

There's not that much of a gap between them with her heels factored in but it's enough that to get her arm up and angle the glass right, it would certainly be uncomfortable for Lucy.

“Come on, tip toes surely.” Arthur says, but she’s already got a hand on his shoulder.

“On your knees, Television.” She says it so calmly, pressing lightly on his shoulder- not enough to push Arthur down, Chris knows he’s stronger than he looks, but he goes anyway.

Something that’s horribly aroused stirs in Chris’s stomach, watching Arthur drop to his knees in front of Lucy, mouth open as she leans down just slightly to press the glass against his lips. He grips her wrist instead of her hand and swallows every mouthful of pretty pink rosé so eagerly that there’s evidence of it left on her skin, little crescent indented where his nails had dug in.

It’s awfully sobering to realise that Chris might actually have to fight a semi while filming.

There’s been jokes about it, in the past few years as his content has matured along with his audience and those sorts of comments were left in the final cut. But Christ, watching Arthur lick his lips clean of wine, not even moving to stand until Lucy pulls him to his feet by the hand, that’s enough to make anyone sexually attracted to men a little off kilter.

He’s never really had the ‘awkward boners’ at least not since his teenage years. Chris is pretty sure it’s something to do with the messy ball of crossed wires that is his sexuality, the fact he never really gets a hard on for someone he’s not head over heels for but he’s not really put much time into untangling that.

Although, he might need to do that soon.

Something about the way Arthur looks at her, as if from the moment she put her hand on him, she was everything- the centre of his universe.

Not that Chris can really blame him. Lucy’s always been captivating like that. He’s not a moron, Lucy’s attractive, objectively. She’s cute, green eyes, light tan to her skin that’s more from sunshine than genetics, and blonde hair that's half pulled back with a white ribbon, a couple strands falling in front of her face. Round cheeks that push up towards her eyes when she smiles, a little tip up to the end of her nose. She’s got the kind of features that would make Chris pause on those stupid dating apps he only swipes though when Harry’s looking over his shoulder.

Arthur yields so easily for her, blinking at her with those brown eyes and chewing his bottom lip a little, hands still messily entwined together as Harry makes a poor sex joke.

It’s an orbit that Chris has watched many men tumble into before, the gravitational pull of Lucy Bell. There’s something about the way she carries herself, a confidence that makes eyes drawn to her. On night outs, there’s mixed reactions. George and Arthur Hill love it, girls are more than happy to chat and linger at their table, eased in the risk of approaching a bunch of men in a club by the presence of a woman like Lucy.

He thinks about all the dickheads he’s seen try and fail to make a pass on her, as Chris picks up the final glass of rosé.

Lucy has, and will continue to, drink Chris under the table, but she is under or just about five foot six. And There's only so many miracles a liver that size can facilitate. Maybe she’s a little further finished than he thought, because when he holds the wine glass up to her, and clasps their palms together, she just isn’t taking it like she was earlier.

“Come on Luce, down in one.” He murmurs, “You got it.”

A little dribble of it runs down her chin and into the curve of her throat, but no one calls her on it and Lucy is left gagging on the taste of rosé that she’d downed. She’s squeezing his hands tight as she recoils and pulls a face. Chris rubs her back and gives it a couple of pats as she leans into his side. “I hate rosé.”

Arthur reappears with three glasses of water, precariously balanced in his hands and he deposits one in front of each of them. It’s the best drink Chris has been given all day and he can’t help the words that slip out. “Oh my god I love you.”

No one blinks at it though, not Arthur, not Chris. He’s said it before, there’s no reason for anyone to think it means anything more than it used to.

Lucy doesn’t bat an eye, just gives Arthur this awfully soft look before guzzling down half the glass in one go. Until Stephen drops a balled up napkin on the floor and kicks it between her feet, nutmegging her.

Honestly, Chris had sort of forgotten about writing that rule into the video and he sort of feels bad now. Lucy’s probably going to be the only victim of it for the afternoon, because everyone else is far enough gone that they’re a little fuzzy on the rules too.

She and Stephen do shots of baby guinness together (because apparently he just wanted to?) and Chris has to stare into his water glass, tracing patterns on the condensation with his thumb so he doesn’t stare at Arthur and imagine him at the foot of his bed, on his knees for Chris. Complacent and content.

Chris kind of wants to curl in on himself.

Beside him, Arthur’s hand slips down from Chris’ shoulder and along his back, stepping around both him and Lucy, hand slipping to her waist and along the curve of it as he ducks back inside the pub.

There’s jeers from the German team and Cal follows Arthur inside to make sure he’s not chundering in the bathroom.

“Chris, I’m not gonna lie,” Lucy leans into whisper, “I don’t think I’ll be standing by the end of this video.”

She looks utterly gone. Her eyes are wide, and there’s a little sheen to the column of her neck, maybe from the wine she’d dribbled or the haste to skull the water she was handed. This close, he can see the lines of her makeup, where the eyeliner is a little shaky right at her lash line and the few eyelashes that are clumpy with mascara.

It’s the drunkest he’s seen her in a while, and she’s probably only one drink off of ‘cartwheel Lucy’- the stage of intoxication where she feels the urge to display her impressive coordination that she, annoyingly, never loses no matter how much alcohol she’s ingested.

Chris tips his head forwards and bites her deltoid. Teeth sinking softly into the fabric of her jersey until he can just feel the solidness of her shoulder underneath. Lucy startels, a little, whines then swats at Chris until he retreats half a step.

She looks at the bite mark on her pristine England Jersey, wiping at Chris’ spit as she scoffs and scrunches her nose up a little. "I’m going to catch diseases off you at this rate.”

There’s about half a second where he considers making an STD joke, but there’s a camera sitting on them and it feels a little disrespectful to suggest something like that.

Lucy frowns down at the black line on the inside of her wrist. “Where’s Arthur, I need a tally mark.”

And the man of the hour is dragged from the Pub’s entrance, clinging to Cal, looking significantly more gone than he had five minutes ago. The wine must have been hitting hard.

Supposedly, there was no puke, but for the antics Arthur received a red card, putting the English team even further down the hole they’re stuck in. It doesn’t help that the other team all get their drinks down in one.

Not that Chris was really paying attention, he was too busy watching Arthur poke at Cal, enjoying pressing his buttons.

“How many holes do we have left?” He asks once he’s settled back into his stool.

Chris snorts. “Me after five drinks on a saturday night, am I right?”

Arthur holds his hand up for a high five, but Chris has his arms crossed and his brain is working a little slow to catch it before the palm is descending into a playful smack on his face. He grabs Arthur's hand with both of his and licks a fat stripe up his palm, tongue feeling the roughness of calluses from the gym and the faint taste of beer.

The reaction is immediate. “Noooo!”

Arthur recoils and wipes his hand of spit on Chris’ jersey.

Lord, Chris must be so much further gone than he thought, because he just devolves into giggles, even after fully licking his best mate’s hand. It’s only when Jess, his production manager, starts herding them down the footpath to the next pub that Chris finally gets a handle on his giggles.

Somehow, when they make it to Pub number five, everyone- including his own employees- goads Chris into climbing the tree opposite it. Which earns them two points deducted, so they’ve almost worked off the red card from Arthur’s endeavours with a toilet bowl at the second pub.

The Vodka Oranges are, mercifully, only one standard drink. Although, Lucy’s still looking a little queasy at the prospect of downing it. “I hope this doesn’t have pulp.”

Arthur frowns and holds his drink up in the light to get a better look. “I don’t think so.”

“If there’s pulp I might actually throw up. I can’t do the texture.”

“Can’t say I’m a big fan either.” The downwards tilt of Arthur’s lips is painfully cute and Chris kind of wants to lean over and bite at him, but he’s not supposed to be doing that today. Instead he huddles them closer together, like was in the plan for pub five and they have their half-time strategy meeting.

“If either of you puke, I swear to god I will never forgive you.” Chris says, focusing very hard on not slurring his words. “We can’t lose to Stephen Tries. He already carries this channel enough.”

“Come on- I’ve done plenty.” Arthur complains. “I got Harry three shots deeper.”

Admittedly, an impressive feat, but it’s still about thirty less shots than Harry WroeToShaw needs to start feeling the effects of Alcohol and far from enough to recover from all the penalty points he’s been earning. Chris tuts “Only one of us has climbed a tree so I really think that you guys need to step up to the plate at this point.”

The pair just stare at him, and for a moment, Chris sort of loses the plot in Arthur’s eyes. “You’ve got very nice eyes.”

They are. A nice dark brown that sort of looks like pots of honey, mesmerising while Chris blinks into them, with a sort of depth that makes it impossibly easy to sink into them. He’s better at it now, remembering to look away, but the alcohol’s got him a little slower to catch it.

“Christ, they are nice eyes.” Lucy agrees leaning in to get a better look at Arthur, who’s blushing a little from the attention, then towards Chris. “You’ve got good eyes too.”

Arthur nods eagerly. “He does have lovely eyes.”

“Lucy, your eyes are great.” Chris pivots, hoping to save his brain from malfunctioning, onto Lucy, planting a hand on her shoulder to lean in close and study her eyes.

They’re more green than blue, wide as she processes how close he’s gotten to her. He’s heard people say the grass is greener on the other side, but looking at Lucy’s eyes, it might just be true. It’s almost like staring at the overgrown grass of his childhood football pitch, some streaks a little darker than others, and the underlying feeling that there’s something to be found there, if one cared to look a little deeper than surface level.

“Oh, they are.” Arthur agrees, squinting a little as he peers at her.

All three of them have completely lost the whole ‘strategy meeting’ plot that was supposed to be their halftime regroup and by the time Chris untangles himself from their eyes, it’s time to down the vodka oranges that have been sweating condensation down their wrists.

Cal corrals both teams into a cheers and miraculously, everyone manages to get it down in one.

Thankfully, they’d figured people would be a bit gone by pub five, so a nice lengthy walk proceeds pub six.

Chris just about hangs off Arthur the whole time, who at first is a little distracted by texting George Clarkey in an attempt to convey how ‘sober’ he is, but eventually slings his arm over Chris’ shoulder and lets him stay there. He tries to not stir things, lest he be shoved away, instead basking in the bloody amazing smell of Arthur cologne as it mixes with his deodorant. Chris couldn’t name what either of them smell like, but it’s a scent that’s so uniquely Arthur he wouldn’t be able to associate it with anything else.

“George says he’s gonna come pick me up from the last pub.” He declares, shoving his phone into Chris’ face. It’s a little too close to read, but he squints and tries anyway. Arthur only gives him a few seconds before pulling the screen back and pocketing it.

At one point in their walk, Chris bites at his wrist where it hangs next to his face but it’s not enough to chase him off.

“Next pub golf, it’s twenty quid per bite.” Arthur grimaces, whipping the back of his hand of spit down the front of Chris’ jersey. “Lucy had the right idea.”

“I think you owe her a tally mark. Maybe.” Chris frowns, trying to recall if they’d added the last nip.

“Luce!” He calls. “Did we add the last tally? From Pub four with the rosé?”

She’s about ten meters ahead, tangled up with Stephen as he tries to wrangle her into some kind of hug or headlock, it’s a little unclear which. For a moment the pair of them freeze, and Lucy does that little frown and nose scrunch she does whenever she thinks particularly hard on something. “No!”

Then she kicks Stephen’s sneaker and he bowles over, caught off guard.

“Yellow card! Yellow card!” Arthur shouts, pointing so obnoxiously that Chris almost wants to tell him it’s rude. “Ref, that’s diving!”

Cal dishes out a Yellow card and Stephen goes back to trying to deck Lucy, via bowling her knees out from under her. But by the time they make it to pub six, he’s managed to weasel a piggy back out of her and the two of them pause by the gate to point out where ‘live music: ChrisMD Diss-Track cover band’ is written in neat print of the blackboard.

The two of them are gone, and it’s probably lucky that Lucy isn’t the kind of drunk that gets clumsy, otherwise the two of them would never have managed to make it through the beer garden benches without knocking into one. Arthur isn’t as lucky, knocking his shin against one on his way over to the tables his production team has claimed.

“Ow.” He whines as Chris gets his hands on Arthur’s shoulders, shaking him until they’re at the seats and he’s shoving him off in fake annoyance. “Get off you leach.”

He digs the pen out of his shorts pocket, and bites the cap off, keeping it wedged between his teeth as he calls out to Lucy. Her name comes out muffled around the cap but she deposits Stephen and collapses next to Arthur, who grabs her wrist. There’s an awful lot of concentration on his face for something as simple as drawing a line.

“We’ll put the fund towards a muzzle.” Lucy says off handedly, swiping the marker, and Arthur’s hand to draw a three-by-three grid on his skin.

They fall into their own little bubble as they start up a series of naughts and crosses games. Chris has to kick them under the table to gain their attention when Cal starts explaining the pub-quiz rules. The aim was to guess the cocktail themed pun based on the footballer’s name.

Chris wasn’t expecting greatness to begin with. He knows his footballers, but Arthur and Lucy don’t really know them by name and face- unless they play for the teams they support. There’s a much higher chance of a Man United player showing up than a Brighton player, so Lucy might be completely out of her depth.

They manage to break even only because the German team are shouting out the footballer’s names and failing to relate it back to a cocktail, so the three of them can steal the point out from under them By the end of it, they’re left with a martini, a strawberry daiquiri and a rum punch.

Chris gets the easy way out and is handed the martini, Lucy recoils once she finishes her rum punch, a shiver racking her spine and Arthur struggles to drink his daiquiri that is filled with ice, though a piss-weak paper straw.

But it’s down in one for all of them, even the other team.

As he hauls himself to his feet, the gin hits him like a truck. Enough that he stumbles half a step back. Chris knows, as he catches the worried look his production team are giving him, that his hope of ending the afternoon without puking, was a lost cause.

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ink note: part two! poor christopher's got it bad. this is our last chris chapter for a while, so pray for the poor lad.

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