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Crash into my life - Lance Stroll x Civil Servent! Reader

Plot: You work in a fancy government job, pretty boring 9-5 but Lance Stroll and his insurance claim makes your job that little bit better

Your job wasn’t exactly fun, wasn’t exactly boring. It was one of those jobs that you’d got it at a young age and worked your way up through the ranks as you’d got better and better and because it was safe and something you were good at you stuck with it.

To keep it short and sweet you were a civil servant. Not like 007 kind of crazy stuff but you did work for MI6 in their fraud, tax and insurance department.

You basically took over insurance claims that were over a certain threshold and had to go through the government for … whatever reason whether they are a foreign National claiming in the UK or something.

Usually it was boring matters such as Chelsea Football Club claiming compensation for things as simple as water damages etc. You didn’t even really get to see anyone, you had the data and you analysed it against the scenario and hey presto you made your pay out.

Your favourite time of the year was winter. More claims came through and life was more unpredictable thanks to the whether. Delayed train into London St Pancreas? No tubes working so you have to make the 20 minute walk to your office building from the station. Slipping on ice, it was the only excitement you got in life which was honestly kind of sad.

For you it started at as a normal Monday. You woke up at 7am, brushed your teeth, got into a nice corporate appropriate outfit, got on the train, got a coffee from Pret before heading into your building.

That was your routine, and you didn’t often differ from it unless you had holiday booked. But working a 9-5 Monday - Friday often meant that you

But it felt like there was a different buzz today around the building like there was something going on.

When you all went into the morning briefing for the cases you’d get today, everyone was way too excited for 9am and the start of the day. You sat down next to your office buddy Shiv and looked around confused.

“What in earth is going on with everyone?” You ask looking over at Shiv who’s typing away on her laptop taking in information.

“Apparently there’s some really interesting cases to work on up for grabs today” she explains and you nod knowing once every blue moon some exciting things would crop up and have the whole office acting like kids on Christmas.

You’re all still waiting for the department boss to come in, joining in conversations about what could possibly be happening today.

“Ladies and Gents please take a seat for the meeting to commence. Thank you. Thank you” he offers smiling and everyone gets comfy.

“So we’ve got some exciting stuff today. I’ve formed a team to deal with the Train Networks Claim, that’ll be Shiv, Brayden and Ravi” he says and they all nod writing in their pads what tasks they’d have to do today.

He went through all of them apart from you, before dismissing the meeting. You were slightly confused and therefore packed up yours things a little slower than everyone else to see if you could stay behind and ask why you hadn’t been given an assignment.

“Y/N could you stay behind so I can talk to you for a moment” he asks and you nod, going to the end of the long conference table where he was stood.

“I like you, you’re young and learn quickly and I want you to progress more than you already have so I’m giving you a really important case. You’ll actually get to meet the said person affected, he’s … of high value so be considerate of your wording when talking to him. Alright thank you, here’s the case! Have a report to me by Friday” he offers and you nod happily. You take a seat opening up the material seeing the name of the claimer immediately.

Lance Stroll

You read through the facts, apparently he crashed his Aston Martin driving down the M1 to get to Silverstone into some sort of government van.

After analysing some of the data yourself, a knock comes on your office door from one of the younger interns.

“Erm, Y/N there’s two men in suits here to see you?” She asks rather than tells you, it wasn’t common for people to come in and out of the building due to the confidentiality of the work conducted here.

“Send them in please, but before you do ask them if they want anything. Tea, Coffee, Water” you smile and go back to reading another report from a police officer who was on the scene of the accident.

You watch as two men walk into your office space. One looking younger maybe the same age as you and one looking significantly older which you assumed was the dad.

“Good morning” you smile lightly before going back to some data on your computer. They took a seat, patiently waiting for you to address them.

Lawrence, who you’d just read about in the report who was indeed the father, cleared his throat as if to get your attention.

“Give me one minute Mr Stroll and I’ll be right with you” you smile, still nose in your computer.

“We’ve come all this way to the city centre to see you it would be appreciated if you didn’t waste our time” he huffs and even just from this reaction a bubbling of excitement started in you, just at the promise of actually seeing a client and talking to them in the flesh.

“I understand that, but I won’t be able to tell you much unless I see all the data” you say looking up at them through your glasses. This time you notice Lance and how he’s just sort of staring at you.

“Can I help you Mr Stroll?” You ask looking over him.

“No, I’m all good. Take your time” he smiles and you nod. In 5 minutes you believe you’ve combed through enough data to talk to them.

“This is awfully interesting I almost never get to see the people behind the claim” you smile happily and they both nod.

“Okay so so far from what I can see is there was a crash in your vintage Aston Martin that was for an event at Silverstone, the race track and that you got into a collision with a government van trailing a foreign national?” You ask.

“In short terms, yes … but” Lawrence tries to declare.

“And you weren’t present Mr Stroll” you say looking in the direction of the older man.

“No I wasn’t” he huffs out.

“Okay, then I will ask you to just step out my office while I get an account of the events from your son, if that’s alright with you. Just down the corridor there’s a waiting room there, help yourself to the food and drink in there” you smile hoping to butter him up a little to get him out.

“Alright” he says before taking his leave.

“Okay Mr Stroll lets…” you start but he interrupts you.

“Lance, please just call me Lance” he offers and you nod.

“Well Lance, it’s not … looking great” you start of slowly and he looks at you shocked.

“What do you mean? Your guys went into me?” He says raising his voice slightly and you give him a stern look that has him sinking into his seat.

“Don’t come into my office and raise your voice when I’m doing my best to help you!” You exclaim placing a pad in front of him.

“Sorry it’s just that my dad isn’t happy already that i totalled a car that was needed for race day” he sighs rubbing his temples.

“Ahhh so you’re an F1 driver. Or is it NASCAR because of the accent?” You ask and he looks shocked as if you were supposed to know who he was.

“Er F1” he offers and you nod.

“You any good?” You ask writing done some more notes as you watch the camera on the government vehicle as Lance’s car didn’t have one.

“Excuse me?” He chokes out and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Well I mean im currently looking at your claims for a super car that you totalled and so I can’t help but ask if your any good” you tease and once he heard the tone he gets it and just rolls his eyes.

“Oh haha laugh it up” he says and you do.

“Im sorry but this is quite possibly the most fun I’ve ever had in this job. It’s rather boring most days so I’m just making the most of it” you smile and he smiles back.

“Okay I can see that they did in fact turn into you. And of course I’m here for the people. The issue is where your Canadian. I can pay out what the car was worth when you originally brought it, but 50,000 for the fact that it was an accident on our part” you say and he thinks for a moment.

“No” is all he says and you look over at him in shock.

“Sorry? What do you mean no, no is my final decision” you say crossing your arms.

“I would like to add something else to the 50,000 on top of the car value” he smiles and you nod, wondering what it could possibly be and admiring the boldness of his statement.

“Id like to take you out to dinner” he smirks and your head shoots up from your laptop.

“I- i cant do that… it’s not professional. I could get told off. I could loose my job.” you admit knowing that if people were to find out about your payout and think it was bad then they’d be asking questions to you.

“Oh come on it’s just dinner to say thank you for being so … helpful” he smiles leaning forward in his seat and you shake your head.

“Fine, dinner it is” you smile.

That was the start of something way bigger than just dinner.

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Featuring some accidental brasry/asrybr/rybras confessions courtesy of one “Cannot Think Quietly” Ryunosuke Naruhodou. 

I don’t really think that Ryunosuke would just bolt if he did accidentally confess like this, but I still had to sketch out this scenario, especially with Barok trying to play the role of the martyr and Kazuma having none of it.  I like to think that Kazuma doesn’t realize that he’s dragging Barok with him until they’re sitting in the carriage and he does a double-take like “Why are YOU here?”  Cue a very awkward conversation about their own complicated feelings toward each other and their less complicated feelings toward Ryunosuke.

Then, they get to Baker St just as a panicking Ryunosuke is telling the others, “If Kazuma or Lord van Zieks ask after me, tell them I’m not here.” To which Kazuma just grabs Ryunosuke & drags him off to the carriage so they can properly talk over tea at the van Zieks manor. It does end with Ryunosuke getting 2 boyfriends, so sometimes accidentally thinking aloud has its perks.

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All images are 4-panel comics.

Panel 1-1: Barok & Kazuma stand on either side of a crime scene diorama. Barok is to the left, arms crossed as he glares down at Kazuma. Kazuma has a paintbrush in one hand & gestures vaguely toward the diorama with his other, clearly arguing about something.

Panel 1-2: Ryunosuke stands in the foreground with a fond smile as he glances back at the arguing pair. He thinks, "Still arguing over the details of the case, I see. At least they're no longer fighting against each other. I'm glad they're getting along better."

Panel 1-3: Ryunosuke smiles as straightens some papers & says, "I love you both so much." Red & purple hearts float around him. Behind him, Kazuma & Barok both stand frozen in shock, blushing furiously.

Panel 1-4: Barok & Kazuma yell, "WHAT?!!" in tandem, still blushing furiously. Ryunosuke jolts, eyes wide as he realizes what he just said aloud.

Panel 2-1: A close-up of a panicked, blushing Ryunosuke, who says, "I didn't say anything!"

Panel 2-2: A mid-shot of Kazuma and Barok standing side-by-side, both blushing. Barok is wide-eyed and frozen still from the previous confession. Kazuma stares flatly at Ryunosuke (who is off-panel) as he says, "You were absolutely thinking out loud again, partner."

Panel 2-3: Ryunosuke, standing wide-eyed to the left of the panel, says, "Oh." To the right, Barok & Kazuma regard him in silence, still blushing.

Panel 2-4: A dust cloud on the left of the panel indicates that Ryunosuke has bolted. Kazuma, hackles raised and hands clenched in fists at his sides, yells, "GET BACK HERE!!!" Barok is still frozen in place, unable to react further.

Panel 3-1: Off-panel, Kazuma yells, "COME BACK HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN, YOU COWARD!" Barok stands frozen to the right as he watches them leave.

Panel 3-2: A close-up of Barok as he stares off to the side with a forlorn expression. He thinks, "I know Naruhodou said that he loved you both, but it is best to let them talk this out and settle their own feelings without you. You've already caused them both enough pain. It will be best to let them go--"

Panel 3-3: Kazuma bursts into the bottom-left foreground as he angrily shouts, "WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE?! ARE YOU JUST GOING TO LET HIM GET AWAY FROM US?" Barok jolts in surprise, staring at Kazuma with wide eyes.

Panel 3-4: A side shot of Kazuma grabbing a shocked Barok by his right arm & dragging him along. Kazuma glares as he says, "Come on! If I know Ryunosuke, he's probably going to hide in his room and get the others to cover for him. So if we take your carriage, we should catch up with him when he gets there."

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I'm falling... or floating... or something in between. Caught up in soft satin sheets that wrap themselves silkily around my limbs.

"You are the most beautiful and precious thing I have ever seen."

I turn my head to the source of the voice and I smile. He's beautiful. His eyes are so blue, not blue like the sky but blue like the ocean, the clearest aquamarine sun-dappled sea. It's soft and warm here under the sheets, naked limbs tangling and entwining. Soft lips whispering sweet praises, kissing, dragging over my skin, making me shiver. Strong, firm hands trace my waist, my stomach, my hips, my thighs. Pulling me closer, needy, bruising touches. Bodies sliding softly against each other. The kiss of skin on skin, featherlight, soothing caresses. I'm drowning in a sea of sensations and it's so blissful that I feel myself letting go... surrendering to Him...

My eyes flick open as I blink against the harshness of the early morning light and I sit bolt upright immediately. I clutch the duvet closely and protectively to my chest as my eyes dart wildly around. I'm in my bedroom at home, familiarity flooding all of my senses but that doesn't make me feel at ease. My mind is reeling, half of it caught up in the vividness of my sensual dream, the other half still dwelling in St Mary's church, vulnerable and frightened, pressed up against the altar by a demonic entity masquerading as a man.

I don't understand. The last thing I remember is Van's warm body pushed up flush against mine, his breath hot on my neck, his whispered words hypnotic and mesmerising in my ear. It was real... so fucking real, the memories sharp and vibrant. I can recall it all in high clarity vivid technicolour like I'm watching a HD movie in my head but how can it be? How can I remember it so vividly yet I don't remember getting home and getting into my own bed? I close my eyes and I can actually hear the deep timbre of his voice licking into my ears, I can feel the heat of his breath fanning over my skin and the cool softness of his touch on my cheek. Tiny hairs at the nape of my neck stiffen and goosebumps break out all over my body in response to the memory and I shiver.

If it did happen... how the fuck did I get back home? Did I manage to run away and I was so frightened and overwhelmed that my brain just blocked it all out? Or did Van make sure I got home safe? Maybe he walked me back...

What the hell Eve? He said he was a fucking demon... he's not going to be politely walking you back home and kissing you on the doorstep like a bloody first date is he? He's more likely to be ravishing you on the altar and then casting your soul into the fires of hell for all eternity!

I'd probably laugh at the absurdity of my thoughts if I wasn't so bewildered and confused.

Despite how real it all felt I'm starting to suspect that I may have dreamt some, if not all of it up. I mean it's just too crazy, too far-fetched, too fantastical to be real... isn't it? Even though I believe in God and heaven and hell and good and evil I don't believe that there are real life living and breathing demons walking the earth right now looking for souls... and silly bedroom entity-evoking rituals involving blood and candles and chants definitely don't work! It's probably all a product of my over-active imagination. When I was a little girl I used to dream up all sorts of weird and wonderful scenarios in my head as an escape from the mundane boredom of real life. Mythical creatures and faraway fantasy lands, hidden treasure and beautiful princes and princesses and brave heroic warriors. I could easily get lost in my own head and the intricacies of the convoluted stories I would concoct, I always had my head in the clouds. Just because I was an adult now it didn't mean that I'd forgotten how to dream.

I shift in bed, pulling my knees up and hugging them to my chest, letting my mind wander back to the beginning of the evening and slowly walking through the whole series of events, looking for some sort of anomaly where real life halted and my dream may have taken over. Freya and I getting ready and doing that silly finger-pricking thing with the candle... that was real enough. I glance over to my dressing table to see the candle exactly where we'd left it, Freya's lighter propped up on the little dish that it sits on. I pull down the duvet around my waist to reveal that I'm still wearing my baby pink sundress. So we definitely went out... not that I doubt that we did, it's the events that happened in and after the bar that I can't fully trust occurred. I'm starting to fret that maybe I got so drunk that I blacked out in the bar and Freya had to bundle me into a taxi and then tuck me into bed. And if my parents saw me in that state...

I groan out loud, drawing the bed-sheets aside to slide out of bed in search of my handbag and my phone to call Freya. That's when I notice the smoothness of my legs. There's no cuts or grazes and no dried blood, not even a tiny bruise to show the injuries I sustained when I fell outside the bar. I raise up my palms and they're the same as before, unblemished flesh with no broken skin. I extend my left leg completely out of bed and cautiously rotate my foot and there's no pain at all, not even a twinge even though I can distinctly remember the sharp pains that shot up my leg last night after I'd twisted my ankle on the loose paving stone. I'd barely been able to walk. I'm more confused than ever now. It's starting to look more and more like I never actually left the bar on my own. If that's the case then maybe I never even met Van, maybe I dreamed him up too. I should be feeling relieved but I can't help the little niggle of disappointment that lingers unwelcomely.

Oh shit...

From out of nowhere a frightening memory impinges on my thoughts and this one is too real to be disregarded as fantasy. I recall the disgusting creep who was trying to force me to drink the bitter-smelling drink that he'd bought me. How insistent and intimidating he'd been. What if I'd gone ahead and drank it after all and not remembered? I distinctly remember the feel of the cool glass touching my lips. What if that's what made me black-out? All the crazy shit that happened last night seemed to start from that point so it's definitely feasible. Cold dread coils in the pit of my belly as I try to dredge my thoughts but all I can remember is Van coming to my rescue.

A dark shadow flickering past my bedroom window catches my attention and I whip my head around to catch sight of a flurry of black feathers. Distracted, I jump up out of bed and make my way quickly over to the window. My curtains are only partially drawn so I can clearly see the window ledge beyond. I love birds and I've set up a little makeshift bird-table to try and tempt them to the ledge. It's certainly working today. Sitting there basking in the rays of the early morning sun is a rather majestical looking raven. He's gorgeous, his glossy plumage iridescent in the sunlight as he stretches out his wings and cocks his head, fixing me with a beady-eyed stare like he's not at all perturbed at being in such close quarters with a human. I'm just about to open up my window when there's a sharp rap on my bedroom door and without warning it pushes open and my mum bustles into the room holding the cordless handset of our landline.

"Morning Eve, Freya's on the phone for you," she announces and I'm just about to admonish her for walking in without waiting for a reply when I see her gaze falling behind me to the window and she's darting forward to tap harshly on my window pane, shooing the poor raven away.

"Mum... what are you doing? I like the birds visiting!" I snatch the phone out of her hand, annoyed.

Her face darkens in distaste. "Don't you know it's bad luck to cross paths with a raven? They're harbingers of death! You shouldn't be encouraging them."

"That's just a silly superstition!" I grumble, and she just shakes her head, turning to leave. My attention's now taken with speaking to my friend anyway, eager to try and piece together exactly what happened last night.

"Eve! Oh my god are you okay? What happened to you last night? Did you just take off and leave? I couldn't find you anywhere!"

Freya's voice comes shrill and frantic-sounding down the phone as soon as I utter a 'hello' and my sense of unease increases as it becomes plainly obvious that I didn't come home with her last night.

"I'm okay... really... I'm fine," I say as she witters on in the background, and I only get her to stop by repeating myself loud and clear. "I said I'm fine Freya!"

"But where the hell did you go? One minute you were chatting to some guy and the next you were gone! Completely disappeared! I tried calling you and it kept going to answerphone. That's when I noticed you'd left your bag and your jacket behind... I've got them by the way," she adds quickly, hardly pausing for a breath.

"I had to leave, some creepy guy was hitting on me and then another guy came over and he was just acting crazy weird..."

"But why didn't you come over to me?" She cuts me off, her voice high-pitched and upset. "What did you do? Just walk out? For God's sake Eve, you shouldn't be walking around the city at night on your own, especially not round there! It just proves how dangerous it is with what happened last night!"

I'm feeling stressed enough at the fact that my movements last night are still a mystery but her last line grabs my attention. "Why? What happened last night?" Freya goes quiet, a little gasp emanating down the line like she's struggling to suppress a sob. "What's up? Are you okay? You're not crying are you?"

There's a muffled sniffle before she speaks. "It was horrible. I know I shouldn't have been snooping but when I overhead mum and dad talking this morning I couldn't resist sneaking into dad's study... and I wasn't expecting it to be that bad."

"What are you taking about? What was horrible?" My insides are jangling with unease now. Freya's not easy to shock or upset. She goes through life with such a carefree and cavalier attitude that I know whatever's happened has got to be bad. Her dad's a detective inspector in the police force and she's been reprimanded many a time for rifling through files in his private study.

"Well, go on then... tell me," I urge when she's not forthcoming, instantly regretting it when she drops the bombshell that makes me feel like someone has just tipped a bucket of ice over me.

"It happened at the bar last night, the bar where we were. There was a murder. Fuck... I saw the crime scene photo, it was just lying there on dad's desk. The guy was mutilated, his eyes were gone, they'd been gouged out. His tongue'd been cut out too... and the state of his neck... oh my god it was horrific... the worst thing I've ever seen..."

Her words trail off into groans of disgust but I've stopped listening anyway. I'm in freefall, back pressed against my bedroom wall as I slowly slide down to the floor, one hand clapped firmly over my mouth to stem the muffled cries that are desperate to break free. I know instinctively without even asking for further information that I'm somehow indirectly involved with this grisly murder but I ask anyway, my intrigue overriding my better judgement.

"So... who was he?" I ask fearfully, pressing the phone harder against my ear. "The guy? The one who got killed?"

"I recognised him straight away!" She blurts. "He was there last night, standing by the bar right next to us. He was really tall... bloody massive... and nasty looking too. I can just remember him as he couldn't take his eyes off you, he was looking at you like he was some kind of pervert... and he was!"

She practically cries out the last line and before I can react to what she's saying she's continuing, every revelation making the dread that's churning inside my gut sink deeper and deeper.

"There was a file on him right there, he was already known to the police. Some girl was attacked at the bar just last week and he'd been called in for questioning. It was horrible, they found her out the back, half naked and barely conscious. She'd been drugged or something and she was so far gone she couldn't remember anything. He really messed her up."

"Shit... that's terrible," I mutter, shuddering as I try to comprehend that I could easily have been the subject of a police report this morning.

"Yeah, and it wasn't the first accusation either. There were more going back months but they just couldn't get anything to stick. The victims were always too out of it to identify him but he was always there at the scene. It must've been him, the sick bastard, I just know it. He was a fucking predator."

There's silence for a moment as Freya quietly fumes and I reach up to grasp my crucifix pendant. I'm chanting a silent prayer to God for sparing me even though an intrusive voice in my head is telling me that there's someone else I should be thanking. I can't allow myself to think like that though... to be grateful for his intervention. The fact remains that a man is still dead, brutally murdered in a despicable way and there's a very likely suspect. It doesn't matter what that awful man did, no one deserves such a hideous and painful death.

"I just can't stop thinking about how he could have attacked you," Freya sobs. "As soon as I found out what happened this morning I was so worried, I just automatically thought the worst. Thank god you're okay." She pauses, cautious-sounding. "You are okay aren't you? You've still not told me how you got home..."

I have no fucking idea...

I consider telling Freya. The words are there on the tip of my tongue but I just can't seem to get them out. And what would I say anyway?

Oh, well I was nearly the dead guy's next victim, but I got rescued... and my knight in shining armour actually turned out to be a demon! He followed me to the church and told me he'd come to take my soul!

Yeah, that would sound very plausible. I don't even believe it myself so why would anyone else?

"I just walked home, that's all. You looked so loved up I didn't want to disturb you and that place was freaking me out so much I just left. There's nothing more to tell. I know I shouldn't have done it but it doesn't matter now does it, ‘cause I'm fine."

Maybe if I keep saying 'I'm fine' enough times I might actually will it to be so.

Freya tuts loudly down the line. "Disturb me? That's ridiculous! Eve, you gotta promise me you'll never do anything like that again. We gotta look out for each other, okay? Sisters remember?"

Despite everything a small smile finds it's way to my lips. "Yeah, sisters," I murmur.

"Good." She sounds satisfied. "But I'm still coming to see you. You're working today aren't you?"

"Uh-huh, I'll be there. I'm working all day, gotta be there to open the store up at 9 as Jake's away today. I'll be on my own so the company'll be good."

I've been contemplating calling in sick but I hate letting my boss down and I figure the distraction will do me good anyway. My mind's still in turmoil and I know I'll only drive myself mad if I'm sitting around at home trying to make sense of the past twelve crazy hours. I'm just about to say goodbye and hang up but Freya starts speaking again, her tone pleading.

"Just don't tell your mum and dad anything... please. My dad would go ballistic if he knew we were at The Inferno. I thought I was fucked when they nearly caught me sneaking back in at 6am..."

So she did go home with Benji then.

"And it's not only that," she continues. "We'd be witnesses! They'll be wanting to speak to everyone who was at the bar last night. I can't face all that."

"But if it's a criminal investigation..." I start but she cuts me off sharply.

"The guy's dead Eve! It's over, he can't hurt any more girls. What's the use in us getting caught up in all that shit and getting into trouble? I don't actually care who did it anyway, I think whoever it was did the world a favour ridding it of that piece of shit!"

"Freya!" I cry. I know she's only saying what most people who hear about the case will think, but I can't be so blasé about the end to a human life, no matter how bad the sin. And it's not just the fact that he was murdered, it's the way that he was killed. Whoever did it wanted to make sure he suffered in agony until his last breath.

What sort of person would do something like that?

The fact that I already know chills me through and I know this is far from over.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

Now i feel like my dream last night was foreshadowing this -_- all the gemini references made me feel like it had st to do with posting when i was analyzing it this morning since i associate the act of posting w gemini/mercury.. And the part about shitting in public in a super frilly dress i feel it was symbolizing th way i feel when i try to post somewhere thats not tumblr lol. warning me i mite have to grapple w that soon. The old gemini man crashing his van, which was his house, on purpose, for money.. me in the back getting thrashed around as he plows thru ppl, literally sending us all Tumbling . . . the old man rly looked like he was falling apart physically too. Almost like...the website o.0 He didnt care about anything anymore he was risking it all. idk when i woke up my suspicions it was a dream abt posting but i thought maybe some reflection of my own attitudes toward posting and not a metaphor for an actual scenario waiting to play out..

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Hi! Do you think filming will still be starting soon for Byler scnes/ST even with the writer’s strike? I know the scripts are finished, but wouldn’t filming be crossing the picket line kinda, especially since the Duffers wouldn’t be able to edit the scripts? I support the strike but I’m worried about the show getting delayed to 2026 at this point or even cancelled in the worst case scenario

I don't know if all of the scripts are finished. However, they could film what they already have written. But writers are required on set too, since script changes are made all the time. And the Duffers are members of the WGA, so I don't know if they will stop for a while in solidarity. However, Grace van Dien (who played Chrissy) said at a panel today that filming starts next week or in a couple of weeks, and preproduction has already began. So I do think they're gonna begin. What I think could happen, if the strike goes on for long, is that filming takes a bit longer than expected.

But I doubt it will be delayed until 2026. The last long strike in 2007 lasted for 4 months, so even if it lasted the same time now, it would still release in 2025, 2026 is way too late.

What I do know is that it won't get cancelled. This is Netflix's golden child show. It literally carries that platform since their content is worse and worse each year. It's probably the most watched show in the world, and it's not in their interest to cancell it.

[mediamixs]

Horrible near-death experiences: the infernal side no one talks about

Near-death experiences (NDEs) are triggered during singular life-threatening episodes when the body is injured by blunt trauma, a heart attack, asphyxia, shock, and so on. Thousands of survivors of these harrowing touch-and-go situations tell of leaving their damaged bodies behind and encountering a realm beyond everyday existence, unconstrained by the usual boundaries of space and time. Researchers have identified the common elements that define NDEs, including impressions of being outside one's physical body, visions of deceased relatives and religious figures, and transcendence of egotic and spatiotemporal boundaries. However, some NDEs can be distressing, such as the void experience, which is an ontological encounter with a perceived vast emptiness, often a devastating scenario of aloneness, isolation, sometimes annihilation.

Some who were about to die claim to have seen the dark side of the afterlife, a tenebrous place populated by creatures of the satanic imaginary: demons, harpies and similar monsters. In 1975, Raymond Moody's Life After Life was published, the first book to compile stories of people whose hearts stopped beating for a few seconds and came back to life.

Those who lived the negative experience claim to have been trapped in the void, in a dark space of absolute calm, sometimes full of geometric figures, overwhelmed by the sensation that everything is absurd, that nothing makes sense. In the third case, the person finds himself in real hell, surrounded by flames and demons, locked in a sordid space with no possibility of escape.

Between 4 and 5 percent of people who experience an NDE perceive it as a negative experience. The figure could be even higher, due to the difficulty for some people to recall such a painful experience. Explaining it means going through the trauma all over again. Also, many people are convinced that this negative experience is a kind of punishment for their bad behavior throughout their lives.

A possible negative experience

Just as life has a dramatic, hard side, so does death and in the arduous journey of discernment it should not frighten, rather it should be a wake-up call to live committed to life and its infinite potential. Choosing at each vital crossroads according to the best values of the human spirit, keeping in mind that a life may not end happily in a tunnel of light, it is a bitter tension with which one must coexist all our earthly lives, only then can freedom be exercised.

Kevin, a 40-year-old American Airlines airline pilot, had a negative near-death experience: I had an accident driving my van on a road and was severely injured between the twisted irons of the van, I feel myself begin to float above my mangled body when I was sucked into a dark void where an evil, terrifying presence was waiting for me, it was evil itself, I understood that given the life I had lived that would be my eternity, I begged for a second chance and after a time that seemed eternal I woke up in my physical body and on my way to an emergency room.

The descriptions of hell in the infernal NDEs do not usually coincide with the contemporary idea of hell in the West, which is that which arose from the ideas of St. Augustine and the terrifying imagination of Dante Alighieri, rather they describe dark voids, suffocating places, deformed beings, total absence of spiritual light. In the New Testament the term used for the place of post mortem punishment is Gehenna, which refers to the valley of Gehenna, scene of human sacrifices to the god Moloch and therefore a cursed place for the Jews of the first century, it was a garbage dump at that time and so in the Gospels hell is a garbage dump rather than a place of torture, very similar to the descriptions of the infernal NDE.

For those who have had an experience on the threshold of hellish death, it can even arise from a glorious NDE but interpreted negatively, it is important to integrate it into life and consider it as an evolutionary event rather than as a future condemnation. The idea is to learn and evolve, to start again as many times as necessary.

[freedformwriter]

Diary of a Baggage Train: Day 5

 ‘I’m on a magical mystery tour,’ I explain to my hosts at the latest converted church hostelry. They’ve ambitiously converted it into a bunkhouse and an upscale bistro. A wall of permanently illuminated stain-glass saints watch over the late-breakfasting backpackers. Reclaimed religious artifacts are mixed with a series of renovation photographs only the people who put their blood, sweat, and tears into this building could appreciate. I am proportionately effusive as we chat over the porridge. As this bunkhouse seemed staffed only by men, I’ve determined that this impractically charming project is deeply queer. I look for little clues (the crisp packets are arranged in rainbow order!) Having branded my cluelessness as part of a ‘wherever the road takes me’ life philosophy, I mention being gobsmacked again today by how much driving it takes to connect the backpackers hotels. Yes, my hosts commiserate, tourists are always confused when they end up with a £160 pound fare. I should take the northwest, not southeast loop; there’s a good bakery on the way. Leaving, I bump into a beautiful woman in so obviously expensive a raincoat and boots that she must be the co-owner. ‘Don’t come off the road,’ she warns as I drive off into the rain. No rainbow church.

Thirty minutes of driving along a single-track lane, of letting the ever-present vans by me, and giving space to the men in midge nets clearing trees, and I’m already tired. From the Bistro Church to tonight’s hostel, which will probably also be in some type of converted Victorian civic building no longer required for its original purpose, is just six miles as the crow flies. By google directions, it’s sixty-one fucking miles. The Fiat informs me my average trip speed is 22 miles per hour. You do the math. Compounding things, we had a long-distance family conference last night about where I want be next year: a hard question to answer what with my vacillating long covid and an endless question mark over the Portugal project. I’m in anticipatory mode now and can feel the energy leeching from my body as my brain spins out the countless scenarios. Magical mystery tour, remember?

I stop to have lunch next to a martyr’s mound, the haunt of one of those Irish monks who paddled over to proselytise in the 6th century. The very thing that attracted the early Irish Christians to this part of Scotland is the very same reason I have spent so much time on the road today: the lochs. Today, the Hill of St. Kessog is populated by school children with soggy chips and dutiful dog walkers. Two kinds of seagulls swirl and compete with the ducks for food, the regular kind and the pretty little blackfaced ones with orange beaks that I find, with typical human caprice, more charming. A lone swan takes on all incautious dogs. In the distance, the mountaintops are mist bound. My mother’s trail updates show her wearing both a yellow raincoat and a midge mask. I get up from the bench, a memorial to a man by the name of Swann, my grandmother’s name. A good omen, perhaps.

I have neither the energy nor the fortitude to clamber out of the car in the pouring rain to investigate further roadside distractions, not even the tantalising ‘Famous Shark Bathroom!’ My destination, once sighted, is not another converted church. Moreover, it’s a building ostensibly still used for its original purpose: a public house with the bar and restaurant on the ground floor and rooms above. It’s not been updated. A giant stuffed black bear dressed in a kilt leers out from behind the doorway. A patron has placed a glass on its head. A wall of taxidermy birds are frozen in an unchanged tableau, and, oh my god, is that a baby seal? Who would kill that real life plushy toy and be proud of it? But the hotel is leaning into the creepy vibe. Their Wi-Fi password is Haunted Inn. No spaces.

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[sidewalkstamps]

K. S. Littlejohn Co Contractors 1926 (Photo taken by Scott Fajack on December 23, 2022 on Ocampo Dr at W Pampas Ricas Blvd. in the Rustic Canyon neighborhood near/ in the Pacific Palisades, CA).

I believe this Littlejohn is Captain Kenneth Stuart Littlejohn, who was born February 6, 1876 or 1877 in Montclair, New Jersey and died September 18, 1952 in Mexico. His father was Frank Bennoch Littlejohn and his mother was Elise (maybe Elsie) Thomson Stuart. He married Josephine Keizer (1887-1963), daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Dell Keizer, of Kansas City, Missouri. Their engagement was announced on page 34 of April 2, 1911 issue of The Kansas City Star (findagrave.com) and they were married May 18, 1912 in California (https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Littlejohn-725#_note-0). He had a son Kenneth Keizer (1926-1950), who was born in Los Angeles, and three daughters - Virginia (1914-2000), Eleanor Stuart (1915-1977), and Lorna Jean (1916-1989). You can see them listed in the Fifteenth Census of the United States: 1930 Population Schedule seen here for the “Beverly Hills Township.”

In WWI, he was in the Sixth U. S. Engineers and “was recognized for bravery at the battle of Claire Chenes Woods, France” (History of the Sixth Engineers, Knickerbocker Press, 1920. Entry for Captain Kenneth S. Littlejohn, page 274).

Littlejohn was given the contract for the canal digging by dragline excavator of Canal Rosales in Sinaloa, Mexico. “The work is somewhat out of the ordinary, as it is not a common thing for dragline excavators to be used for this purpose in Mexico, as native labor and mules are so plentiful and so cheap that they can almost compete even on big work with machine excavation.” (Not sure how much the laborers were making a fair living or not in that scenario!) At the time of this contract, the company was based in Tucson, Arizona. The foreman in charge of this project was Otto G. Fladung of Tucson. (”Canal Digging with Dragline Excavator in Old Mexico,” Excavating Contractor, Volumes 15-16, A.B. Morse Company, 1921). Fladung was born April 4, 1892 in Ohio and died February 10, 1923 in Tucson. He’s buried in the Saint Louis Cemetery in Louisville, Ohio.

They lost a bid for work in Phoenix, AZ in 1922 (Southwest Builder and Contractor, Volume 60, F. W. Dodge Company, 1922), but they were awarded the contract for street work for Florence ave. between Van Ness Ave. and West Blvd. by the Los Angeles Building and Public Works department (Building and Engineering News, Volume 26, Issue 2, 1926).

At the time of Kenneth Keizer’s birth, they lived at 2289 W 24th Street, in the Jefferson Park neighborhood of Los Angeles just south of the current 10 freeway. The house is still there - Zillow says the current house there was built in 1905. Kenneth Kaiser’s birth certificate gives me more confidence that Kenneth Stuart is the correct K.S. Littlejohn, as it lists his occupation as “Consulting Engineer” and his employer as “Self.”

K. S. Littlejohn Co. Engineers and Contractors are listed with K.S. Littlejohn and R.K. Walker in the Charter of the City of Los Angeles in Effect July 1, 1925 (Los Angeles Daily Journal, 1925). They can also be found in the Los Angeles County Incorporation Records (Second Series) 1903-1939 at the Seaver Center for Western History Research, Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County. In the Los Angeles City Directory 1925, the company’s principals are listed as K S Littlejohn and E T Brown, with their office at 626 S Spring Street, room 609 (Los Angeles Directory Company, Los Angeles, CA, 1925, accessed via the Los Angeles Public Library). Today that address has some bars and studio loft apartments, not 100% sure it’s still the same building but probably.

Littlejohn was one of the contractors in Fillmore, CA involved in the repair work after the St. Francis Dam Disaster, under the supervision of general director C. E. Bressler (Hundley, Norris and Jackson, Donald C. Heavy Ground: William Mulholland and the St. Francis Dam Disaster, University of Nevada Press, 2020).

[the-paintrist]

Josef van Aken, known in England as Joseph van Aken and Joseph Van Aken of Heacken (c. 1699, Antwerp – 4 July 1749 London) was a Flemish genre, portrait and drapery painter who spent most of his career in England. Initially successful in England with his fashionable conversation pieces and other genre scenes, he gradually specialised as a drapery painter. Drapery painters were specialist painters who completed the dress, costumes and other accessories worn by the subjects of portrait paintings. They worked for portrait painters with a large clientele. He was recognised as one of the foremost drapery painters active in mid-18th-century England and was employed in that capacity by many leading and lesser known portrait painters of his time.

Very little is known about the early life of the artist. He is believed to have been born in Antwerp around 1699. There is no record of his training in Antwerp and he was never registered as a pupil or master in the Antwerp Guild of Saint Luke.

He arrived in London from Antwerp in around 1720, accompanied by his brother Alexander (1701–57), and possibly also an older brother called Arnoldus (d.1735/6). He initially painted genre scenes and conversation pieces in the Flemish tradition. He used local English scenery in his genre works. He also painted portrait paintings. His works as an independent artist include a view of Covent Garden Market, of which he made at least three versions. He largely abandoned genre painting as an independent artist and became a specialist drapery painter in the mid-1730s.

Van Aken painted drapery for most of the leading artists in London as well as minor artists, also outside of London. Artists by whom he was engaged as drapery painter include Allan Ramsay, Thomas Hudson, Joseph Highmore, Thomas Bardwell and George Knapton. As he was working for many of the leading portrait painters in England, Horace Walpole commented "As in England almost everybody's picture is painted, so almost every painter's work is painted by Vanaken". As he was specialised in painting draperies for portrait painting, he was sometimes called 'the Tailor from Aken' (Aken being the Dutch translation for the German town Aachen).

His reputation was so great and the competition to ensure his services so fierce that when in 1745 the portrait painter John Robinson from Bath sought to engage van Aken as a drapery painter, van Aken's other employers threatened to cease hiring him if he agreed to work for Robinson. The same scenario played out when the portrait painter Jean-Baptiste van Loo made him a similar offer.

Van Aken was a member of the second St. Martin's Lane Academy, an association of artists that gathered in the Slaughter's Coffee House in London between 1635 and 1666. Many artists were members including Hogarth, Francis Hayman and Thomas Hudson. The artists discussed ideas about art in their gatherings. In the 1730s the young John Wollaston likely worked in the workshop of van Aken.[8] In 1748 he travelled to Paris with Hogarth and Francis Hayman, and then from there by himself to the Habsburg Netherlands.

His workshop was located in King Street, Seven Dials. He lived in Southampton Row, Bloomsbury, where he died in 1749. According to George Vertue he was about fifty years old at the time of his death and had spent more than 30 years in England. Ramsay and Hudson were joint executors of van Aken's will. His younger brother, Alexander van Aken was also a drapery painter and was employed by Hudson after Joseph's death. Another brother, Arnoldus, was also a painter known for small conversation pieces and a series of paintings of fish which were later engraved and published under the title The Wonders of the Deep (1736).

“Vegetable and Fruit Market” Joseph Van Aken Oil on canvas, - Private collection

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

Corrupt (St.Van/Smut)

A/N: Apparently I write the best when it’s not a request and when I get an idea I should just do it so here we are. 

Tags: Tattoo artist au (barely but it gets mentioned), roommates au, smutty smut smut with side of smut and a little side of corruption kink, begging, dirty talk

Word count: 4222

You seemed to be polar opposites, to the people on the outside. Geumhyuk was dark visually, tattoos covering his skin and piercings in his ears and eyebrow. You were soft, almost always wearing something pink and soft makeup to match. 

Some would question how you and Geumhyuk even came to be roommates, but it was quite simple. You were a college student needing a place to stay that wasn’t too expensive and Geumhyuk was a tattoo apprentice who needed to split the rent with someone, otherwise he’d have to move. 

You’d have to be honest, you were kind of thrown off when you went to the interview. Geumhyuk was a well built, tattooed man with an intimidating appearance. But it almost all deteriorated when you started talking. You immediately could tell how warm he was in comparison to his appearance.You two clicked right away, not in a romantic sense or with any sexual tension at all. You two just kind of worked.  

When you had moved in with him he had warned you that he came 6 extra’s. Cheunghyeop, Wooyoung, Yoonho, Jacob, Hosung and Ziu were all equally covered in tattoos and almost all equally as intimidating. It was quite funny to them, when they met you. You were the last thing they were expecting when Geumhyuk said he had gotten a new roommate. You were so soft and sweet, everything they knew Geumhyuk liked. You just didn’t know.

Geumhyuk made a pact with himself, that he wouldn’t end up falling for you. But he found it very difficult, especially with how sweet you were. Sometimes you were so sweet, you didn’t realise how it made him feel. When you would run your fingers over his arm after a long day or when you would curl into him while watching a movie, or when you have time inbetween classes you would bring him lunch to the tattoo shop. When you would leave his lunch at the shop, his co-workers would tease him, knowing that the smile on his face through out the rest of his day was because of you. 

It frustrated him sometimes too, how painfully oblivious you could be sometimes. When you walk around the apartment in an oversized sleep shirt and some shorts, makes him wonder what you would look like in his clothes. When you walk down the street in a short skirt and guys stare at your bare legs, you don’t notice. When the guys are over and there are no more seats left and you would playfully sit down in his lap and it was just one more thing that drove him insane. 

There was one moment that killed him the most. He should have seen this coming, considering you were a college student and it wasn’t like you were a hermit. You enjoyed going out and visiting a party or two. But he really wasn’t anticipating you bringing someone home with you. It killed him as you stumbled into the apartment, a little tipsy and lips locked with a stranger. 

Geumhyuk didn’t know what to do, so he watched through the crack of his bedroom door as you both stumbled through the apartment. He watched you get pressed into the wall by a man that wasn’t him. It was hard to hear your noises through your walls and walking out to see the man the next morning, leaving your bedroom. But it was even worse facing you the next morning, after you escorted your one night stand out the front door. 

“God I have a headache.” You mumbled, reaching for the aspirin on the top shelf of the cabinet. Geumhyuk’s hand came from behind you and grabbed it swiftly, noticing your struggle. “So do I.” He mumbled and you looked at him with confusion. “Did you go out last night?” You asked, leaning back to take the aspirin and downing a glass of water. That was when he noticed the light marks on your neck and his blood slowly started to boil. He hated feeling jealous. 

“No, I was home the whole time.” He said curtly, leaning against the counter. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling a sudden rush of embarassment knowing that he heard you last night. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you know the next time something like this happens. It didn’t even cross my mind last night.” You said and looked down at your feet. 

You did feel bad, not only because you kept Geumhyuk up with your sounds, but also because you wouldn’t have had to resort to this if you just had a boyfriend. Your one night stand wasn’t even that good, your noises being fake for a majority of the night. You had needs too and they weren’t being satisfied. 

“No it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it. Sounded like you were having a good time.” Geumhyuk said with a shrug, trying to play things off cool. As if things didn’t bother him.  “How come you have never brought anyone home?” You asked and he nearly choked in his water. “Sorry?” He stuttered and you laughed. “I’ve been living here for a few months now and you don’t have a girlfriend, but you haven’t had anyone really around either. I mean you must have needs.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. If only you knew how badly he wanted you, how badly he wanted to be the one to ruin you or how badly he wanted to be the one leaving marks down your neck. 

“I do have needs. But believe me, I fulfill them.” He said and you blushed at the thought, not being able to help your mind from wandering. “Ah, okay...” You said in response, your voice trailing off. Geumhyuk chuckled to himself before leaning forward and tipping your chin up to look at him. “Don’t ask questions you’re not prepared to hear the answer too.” He said and tapped the tip of your nose and walking away to his room. He left you in the kitchen, a pout on your face because of his actions. 

You never really let a one night stand happen again, your first experience not being as enjoyable as you thought it would be. Not only was the sex mediocre at best, you felt bad about Geumhyuk being there. Though you had to admit, the thought of him hearing you and feeling jealous turned you on. 

It wasn’t like Geumhyuk wasn’t attractive, no the exact opposite. You would be lying if said otherwise. You would also be lying if you said that the thought of him “Fulfilling his needs” didn’t make you feel some kind of way either. Though for your own sake, you didn’t want to let your thoughts go there too much. Geumhyuk only thought of you as an annoying roommate, or so you thought. 

Geumhyuk managed to put his feelings to the side enough, though you made things difficult. The end of term projects for your courses were all due and you were in stress, needing a lot of physical and mental comfort and not really having anyone to do it, aside from Geumhyuk. It broke his heart seeing you in the same position in the morning that he left you in the night before. Hunched over your laptop, in your pj’s with bags under your eyes, you have looked better. But you still looked good to him, just stressed.

One night, after coming home from the tattoo shop he found you on the couch with your head in your hands and sobbing softly. He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces seeing you so run down, but he couldn’t help himself to hold you. Knowing you needed comfort, he pulled you into his chest and pet your hair softly. The way he felt to you was more than just lust. He wanted to take care of you, in multiple ways. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled against his chest between sobs. “It’s no problem.” He said, still petting your hair. “Go to bed though, it’s already late and you’ve barely had any sleep.” He told you, sounding like a true care taker. He was being incredibly sweet and it made your heart flutter. “Okay.” You said pushed off of him, wiping your eyes. Geumhyuk looked at you with concern, still holding you slightly. He moved a hand to your cheek, wiping the reminents of your tears away. The action was quite endearing and your cheeks turned a little more red than they already were. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, catching him off guard. 

He himself turned red slightly as you simply got up and went to bed. Geumhyuk felt flustered and tired himself. He was mad at himself for falling for you but he was also mad at himself for not making any moves. 

The next morning, Gemuhyuk was surprised to hear you up and and about. The sound of the coffee machine being present as he left his room, clad in only sweatpants. He didn’t have to be at the shop for another 2 hours, so it would be a slow morning. 

When he entered the kitchen, it surprised him even more seeing you dressed in real clothes. A soft pink hoodie dress covered your body, swallowing you up in the cutest way, yet stopping mid thigh. Geumhyuk sighed at the sight of you, louder than he meant to causing you to turn around. 

It wasn’t the first time you saw him shirtless, but you didn’t mind the sight whatsoever. His tattoos stretching over his torso and toned stomach, your eyes slowly dipping down to the v-lines before quickly moving back to his face. His hair was messy and he looked kind of confused due to having just woke up. He was oblivious to the fact that you were checking him out, he was more confused about the fact that you were already up. 

“You’re up early.” He mumbled, sleep still very apparent in his voice. “I have an early class today.” You said and poured him a cup of coffee, passing it to him. He nodded in thanks and moved to sit down, his abs tensing quite nicely but you again averted your gaze. You joined him on the couch and sipped your own coffee, a comfortable silence between you two as he was slowly starting to wake up a little. 

“Thanks again for comforting me last night.” You said and looked at him with wide eyes. Your thanks to him caught him off guard and he locked eyes with you, nodding. “It’s fine, I mean I like to think we’re more than roommates. it’s my job to take care of you when you’re upset.” He said, meaning every word and you hugged him tightly. “I try to take care of you too, I’m just not as good at it.” You said to yourself, feeling bad. It seemed like he was always looking out for you. 

Geumhyuk’s hand moved to your thigh, resting on the fabric of your dress. You didn’t realise it but you had subconsciously moved more towards him. “Believe me, you take care of me.” He said, squeezing your thigh lightly. The feeling made you bite your tongue to hold back a whimper. You pushed off of the couch, feeling wanting to hide the fact that you were dripping inbetween your legs at this point. “I think I’m going to be late to my class. I should get going.” You said and grabbed your bag, leaving the apartment in a hurry. 

Geumhyuk sat on the couch, confused as to what just happened before just pushing himself up to get ready for work. 

He couldn’t keep his mind off of you all day, the tattoo gun in his hand being the only thing to distract him from you. Still needing to focus on his work, especially considering it was permanent. 

“You seem distracted today.” Wooyoung said as Geumhyuk cleaned up his work station. “I am, it’s pissing me off.” He said in response and Wooyoung laughed at him. “What’s up?” He asked and leaned over the counter of the shop. It was closing time and there were no more clients, allowing the artists to relax a little. “It’s Y/N.” Geumhyuk started only to pause. Wooyoung started laughing, already knowing the direction this was going in. 

“I’m so frustrated. In a lot of ways.” Geumhyuk said looking down at the floor. “Why haven’t you just asked her out yet? You’re both single, not seeing anyone at all and you not getting laid is making you angry.” Wooyoung said, cutting Geumhyuk off before he could finish saying anything. He knew his friend was right, but still you were roommates. It would complicate things. 

So Geumhyuk left the shop, equally as frustrated as before if not more. But the last thing he expected to see when he got back home was you dancing around the apartment with your headphones on and sweeping the floor. Your hoodie dress had rode up a little, exposing more of your thighs. Something in Geumhyuk snapped. 

“Oh, you’re home.” You said, realising he was standing in the door way. He had an expression on his face you hadn’t really seen before. It was intimidating, it was sexy as fuck. 

You pulled your headphones off and put the on the table and rested the broom against the table as well. Looking at Geumhyuk, you could tell he was thinking about something. His eyes were a little darker and his jaw was tensed. 

Before you knew it, Geumhyuk was standing in front of you and with a deep breath full of confidence he pressed his lips into yours harshly. The action caught you completely off guard, your eyes going wide before melting into his touch. His hands coming up to your cheeks to hold you still. His lips were incredibly soft, but his hair was softer as your fingers threaded through it. But you pulled away, needing to take a breath. 

“You’ve been on my mind all day, all week, the last few months and I’ve had enough.” Geumhyuk said between breaths. Your fingers were still in his hair and his hands were still on your cheeks. “Everyday you tease me, without knowing it. You’re so oblivious to the things you do.”  He sounded almost mad, the way he said it making heat pool between your legs. You had no idea that he felt that way. “You’re always so sweet and soft.” He added and you looked up, wanting to kiss him again. 

Geumhyuk reconnected your lips, this time his hands moving from your cheeks to your waist. He bit down on your lip causing a whimper to escape you. The noice made him chuckle. “God, I want to ruin you.” Geumhyuk mumbled against your lips and moved you both to the nearest wall. His words were making you weak in the knees so you were glad for the extra support. 

“Please, please ruin me.” You whimpered, feeling his thigh inbetween your legs. You suddenly felt small, tiny and needy, you needed him. You wanted him to ruin you as much as he wanted too. Your words made him as hard as a rock, he had dreamt of you like this as much as he hated to admit. 

Your arms were wrapped around his neck as he rolled his hip into yours. You pulled your lips away from his, needing to let your sounds to let him know the way you felt and these sounds were real. Geumhyuk’s hands dipped down to your thighs, using them as leverage to pick you up. His lips were now pressed to your neck with the intent of leaving marks. You had given him permission to ruin you and he was going to. 

You let out a surprised squeal as he moved you both away from the wall and walked down to his bedroom, the extra support now being gone and your weight being all in his hands. Your dress had ridden up all the way, bunching at your hips and exposing your panties, Geumhyuk couldn’t help but notice them. The fact their were lacy, pink and fit your personality oh so well, it fueled him even more. 

Dropping you onto his bed gently, you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he rid himself of his t-shirt. His tattoos once more, were on full display and you squeezed your legs shut. You needed some friction and you needed it now. 

You sat up all the way, your hand reaching out to the waist band of his jeans to pull him to you. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how needy you looked. You cheeks tinted in the same pale pink that clad your body and your lips were slightly swollen. He would take a picture of you, but wouldn’t want to ruin the moment. 

“Are you needy for me?” Geumhyuk looked down at you, his hand holding your chin as he spoke. “Yes...” Your voice trailed off, you felt shy. He leaned down, kissing you softly before starting to tug your hoodie off of you. Your bra matched your panties, fitting the image he had had in his head many times. Your skin was soft and unmarked, no tattoos or anything else really marking you. You were perfect to him. 

He got down on his knees, pulling you more towards the edge of his mattress in the progress. His lips ghosted over your thighs as his fingers danced over your hips, toying with the waistband of your panties. Your legs spread slightly in reaction, making him smile before pulling the lacy fabric off of you. You moved back to your position, propped up onto your elbows. You wanted to see what he was doing inbetween your legs. 

Geumhyuk wanted to tease, he wanted to see you frustrated. So he kissed the inside of your thighs. Getting insanely close to where you needed him, only to swap sides. He got a bit rougher, sucking on the skin harsh enough to leave marks. You locked eyes with him and your cheeks turned even more pink. He bit down on you, not hard, but hard enough to make you gasp in surprise. 

“Geumhyuk~” You sighed and covered your face in embarrassment as to how whiny you sounded. Your hands were pulled away from your face gently. “I want to hear it all.” His voice rumbled before dipping his tongue between your folds. “Oh~” Your voice got higher as you finally felt friction. His tongue started off slow, teasingly licking stripes over you before fully delving in. His arms wrapping around your thighs, making sure you had no place to go 

He was loving every second of this, the way you squirmed under his tongue, the way tasted and the way you sounded. It was all out of need for him. He wanted you to need him. 

Feeling you clench against him, he pulled away from you and kissed down your thighs again. You felt frustrated and worked up, it made you wonder how he had so much patience. “Please, please don’t stop.” You choked out, needing some form of release. Geumhyuk sat up and moved back up your body. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked with a teasing little smile. “Please, I want to cum. Please let me cum.” You pouted at him. “I only just started, princess.”  He said and you felt his fingers dip down to your core. 

Capturing your lips, he slipped two fingers inside of you. A loud moan tore out of you and you pulled away from him again. He pressed his forehead to yours, wanting you to let out all of your sounds as he curled his fingers into you. He set a rough pace and moved his face into your neck to suck more marks as he finger fucked you roughly. 

You watched, his tattooed hand and arm providing an intense visual for you. “Fuck.” He growled, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You moved your hands to his wrist, not to stop him but to feel like you had some control over the situation. But the control was long gone, especially when your orgasm washed over you and he just kept going. Your grip on his wrist tightened and a small scream came out of your mouth. But he still didn’t stop, just wanting to see how far he could get you. 

“Oh my God.” You sighed, throwing your head back and gripped the sheets with your other hand. Another orgasm was fast approaching due to his pace, but he abruptly stopped. He needed the situation in his pants to be resolved, all you sounds and the way looked and felt being nearly too much for him. 

You looked up at him, quickly moving your hands to his jeans again and undoing the zipper and button. Geumhyuk didn’t want to waste any more time, pulling his jeans and briefs down and discarding them. He was so much bigger than you expected, making you almost whimper at the sight. 

He turned you over, placing kisses over your shoulders as he did so before propping you onto your hands and knees. Leaning over you, his lips were by your ear and his tattooed arm came around and he put his hand on your neck. “Tell me how bad you need me.” He told you and you swallowed thickly at the hand by your neck. You could feel his cock at your entrance, waiting for you to listen to him.

“I need you so bad, Geumhyuk. I need you to ruin me.” You choked out, needing him badly. “I need you to fuck me, please.” 

That was all it took. The grip on your neck tightened and he sheethed himself all the way into you, bottoming out. It took him a second to gain composure, as badly as he wanted to fuck you into the mattress. He didn’t want to hurt you either. 

He pulled you back, causing you to arch your back as you whimpered. “Please.” You were sobbing at this point, not in pain or anything. But out of need, you felt fucked out and you just wanted more. You wanted him to fuck you. 

“Fuck, you feel what you do to me?” He moaned in your ear, starting to snap his hips into you. You nodded your head, not being able to come up with words anymore. Your brain being mush at this point, all you wanted was release. Geumhyuk was reaching a point inside you, hitting that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. 

Your body was shaking and Geumhyuk noticed the way you had become totally submissive to him and his movements. He was corrupting you in the best way and it fueled him even more. He let go of your neck, his hand moving down to your clit and rubbing it harshly. He wanted you to cum again, before he did. 

He felt it before your sounds let him know, the way you clamped down around him. He couldn’t help but wonder why your one night stand didn’t sound anything like this. 

Your orgasm washed over you intensly, your whole body shaking in Geumhyuk’s hands as you tried to keep yourself together. But you felt yourself falling apart in his hands, sobbing slightly at how intense everything was. 

The way you clamped down on him was enough and he was done for. Pulling out of and cumming over your lower back with a deep groan. He needed a breather himself before doing anything else, but noticed your shaking, sobbing form. The dominant, intimidating Geumhyuk disappearing in the blink of an eye. 

He reached over and grabbed tissues off of his nightstand and wiped you clean before helping you lay down. “Are you okay?” He asked, petting your hair. He himself was still breathing heavily and he felt his heart drop at the thought that he might have hurt you. “I’m fine.” You choked out, curling into his pillows. Your hand reached out, grabbing Geumhyuk’s. You needed him to hold you for a moment, you felt emotionally and physically dependant on him. 

He understood and pulled you into him. “Where did that all come from?” You asked as you pressed your face into his chest. He let out a hearty chuckle and you could feel the vibrations, making you smile to yourself. “I want to take care of you, I’ve always wanted to take care of you. I think I’ve liked you since the start.” Geumhyuk said, his hand petting your hair. 

“I have to ask. That one night stand of yours, you were faking it weren’t you?”  He asked, curiousity getting the better of him. You let out a weak laugh, feeling incredibly worn out. “Yeah I was.” You mumbled and he smiled to himself. He had to admit, that made him feel good. 

“Geumhyuk?” You asked weakly and made yourself look at him. “Hmm?” He looked amazing, the way his hair clung to his forehead and the way his own cheeks were a little flushed. “I want to take care of you too.” You said and he smiled at you. Geumhyuk kissed you again softly, the energy being completely different than your first kiss. 

“How about we take care of each other?” 

A/N: Look, I feel a lot of things and now I finally got this out. I think it sucks. But that’s because I have bee staring at it for too long. Also I have been writing this all day and it is now 2 a.m as I post this. 

[allmybiasneedtostop]

Dead Girl Walking

Pairing: Reader x St. Van

Type: Smut 18+ (but make it musical)

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: This is based on the musical Heathers and on the number Dead Girl Walking. Changing some names cause why not diversity. DON’T BREAK INTO ANYBODY’S ROOM TO FUCK THIS IS FICTION OK?! Also shits all over the place cause it is in the song...

Moodboard made by the lovely (😂😉) @lovely-kpopp-blog​

It is closing onto midnight, yet you are outside thinking of what had happened at the party. The Heathers set up this plan to hurt Emma Martinez your friend. Sure she was chubby and has a weird obsession over Ray Patil, the star quarterback in school but she was still your friend. And Ray was a nice kid back in the day but now he along with the Heathers; Chan, Mckingly, and Smith, are part of the “it” crowd.** **

They dressed up a pig piňata as Emma and were going to have her wack it. You’ve been feeling guilty for helping with the plan, so you yanked the piňata out of the Heathers grasp and chuck it to the pool.

This did not please Heather Mckingly, and the Demon Queen put out that Monday morning that you were deleted from the “it” crowd.

Now you are walking around thinking of how you were going to either fix this or get away from it. You could change your name and go to Seattle, it is getting popular these days. But you don't have a car or a motorcycle for-

The only person who you know who has a motorcycle is Van, the new guy. (His real name is Geumhyuk Lee but most call him Van cause that's all he wears.) It might be all in your head but it seems like the both of you have some sort of connection. You might even say you may have a crush on him.

One time you were making a convenience store run for the Heathers. Things kept slipping and dropping. For how skinny they are you were surprised at the amount of snacks they wanted.

“Need any help?” You turned to see Van behind you giggling.

“Uh yeah sure” You quickly handed him a bag of chips, gum, and candy, hoping that you are able to suppress the blush that was trying to rise up to you cheeks. Even though he was dressed simply with a black tee, jeans, and a denim jacket he looked really good.

You guys talked while waiting in line. Now you know that his family is military and that's why he doesn't really get close to many people. Also he loves reading and beaches. Sadly you guys weren't anywhere near one.

You are just walking aimlessly when you see Van from a window stripping down. And man homeboy is RIPPED. Not only that but he has tattoos that just made you water. Well at least you can spend the next thirty hours getting freaky with him.

Seeing the light turn off, you climb the tree next to his room. Before Heathers can punch your clock, you snap off his window lock.

You crawl inside taking note on how bare his room is. Not that it was empty but that there isn't anything on the walls. There are clothes thrown around, books, some CDs and what not.

Sitting beside him on the bed you tap him awake.

"What are you doing in my room?!" Is the first thing he asks when he stirs.

You get on top of him legs on either side of him. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I decided that I should ride you till you can't anymore." With every few words you kiss his neck going down. "At the party Heather said I have to go." You kiss down his torso sucking here and there. "So now you are my last meal on death row." Licking your lips you see his tented boxers.

You pull them down to free his now hard dick. "Can I?"

"God yes please" You lick his shaft from base to tip earning a deep groan from him. Giving you a boost of confidence you wrap your lips around his tip. Getting used to having a dick in your mouth, you slowly took on more and more of it till you nose is touching the base.

Once you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grip your hair tight, making you even more turned on. You swirl your tongue around him.

"Oh fuck, you have no idea how many times I've imagined you doing exactly this." He pulls you off of him and starts making out with you. As Van is distracting you he rips your button down off. He takes off both your blazer and the shirt off. Even as you're grinding down on him he can feel how wet you are through your panties. Thinking about how he can't have you waiting, he makes quick work with your bra, skirt and underwear.

Taking you by surprise he flips you on your back and starts kissing down your now naked body. Once he reaches where you most want him to touch you the bastard starts teasing you. He kisses around your core. Van also bites and kisses your thighs. Seeing him between your legs is hot and all but you are starting to get antsy.

Out of nowhere you feel a finger penetrate you. His finger curls inside of you as your toes curl against the sheets. Van wraps his lips around your clit sucking hard. You arch your back and your hands entangled through his hair.

Van takes a look at you humming at the sight. Your head is thrown back, mouth agape, love bites forming all over your body. He only dreamed of having you withering like this. Now he's dream is coming true and it's so much better as a reality.

He adds another finger, feeling you clench around them gets him more turned on. He was about to wrap his hands around himself, when you pull him up.

Growling you tell him "Put it in me right now!"

You flip him over you that you're on top again before you could do anything else he stops you.

"Wait are you sure? I don't have condoms right now."

"Look Van, I'm horny, pissed, and on the pill. Now I'm pretty sure you know the drill, right?" With that you sink down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation.

Once you got used to the feeling of his cock inside of you, you start to grind against him. His hands gripping your sides helping you keep pace. "Remember how you told me you were numb?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't agree, to me Van, you're beautiful." You grab his face and kiss him.

Once you pull apart, with stars in his eyes, he asks, "Can I ask, how did you find my address?"

"Luck, I looked up to see you through the window."

After a bit of letting you ride him, he starts thrusting into you, causing you to yelp. He starts to thrust into you hard. Euphoria starts to coil inside of you with every thrust.

"Fuck me harder please. Make me forget everything."

"I will baby, I will." You didn't think possible but he went even harder. With one final thrust he sent you over the edge. You fall on to him trying to regain your breath.

"Wait Van you didn't came yet..."

"I will in a bit. And don't call me Van just say my name."

"Geumhyuk…?"

"Yeah just like that." He flips you on your back again. "Ready? Cause we're going all night if we can."

Even though you weren't you nodded yes. His thrust started slow and deep. Van's- no Geumhyuk's lips found yours. He took your hands and pin them in one of his. You arch into him. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, soft mews escape your lips.

"Geumhyuk please just don't hold back, I need it har-" the snap of his hips made you lose your train of thought. The biting and sucking, him marking you made your head swim. Every moan that reaches his ears encourages him to harder. Still sensitive from the first orgasm it did not take long for ecstasy to coil and burn inside of you again.

Before you came he pulls out and flips you on all fours. You couldn't complain about the emptiness, when he thrust into you again. From this position his dick feels different. Geumhyuk also is going harder and faster, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Geu- Geumhyuk fuck, more give me more please! Pull my hair, slap me please!" Your hands grip on to the mattress.

"Damn babe I think you ripped my mattress, for that you'll. Have. To. Pay." He punctuated every word with a hard thrust making you tear up. His hand comes to your throat and pulls you up your upper back to his chest. His other hand reaches in between your legs. Needing something to hold you grab his wrist.

"Touch me there, right there Geumhyuk I, I'm gonna cum again"

"I'm gonna cum too"

He feels your body spasm and your pussy clench around him.

"Ssss ow!" Lost in the feeling you scratch his arms. Biting down on your neck, grunting, he comes inside of you.

He sees you fall on to his bed panting, sweat glistening from your body, and cum starting to seep out your cunt.

Geumhyuk gets up and grabs a box of tissues to help you clean up.

After clean up he asks you "So what happened at the big Homecoming party that brought you here?"

Snuggling up to him you answer "I'll tell you in the morning but right now I want to sleep, goodnight" you peck his cheek.

"Goodnight, angel"